#anyways she's a sleep/time god in my mind's lore

[reddoll123]

My OC Nadia~

[cherrycherrylady2024]

Christmas with the Grimes'

(Dilf! Rick Grimes x reader) Word count: 2,675

Warnings: 18+ for real. NSFW, some angst, fingering, hickeys, grinding, light choking/hair pulling? I need Rick Grimes so bad

Chapter 3: In your dreams

“So then Martian Man defeats the evil robot, except the robot was actually his half-brother the whole time, so he gets really sad at the end of issue #4. Then in #5 he-” Carl was giving you the entire lore behind his new comic book, and you put on your best listening face, while Judith tapped on her phone, having already heard this. Except you weren’t really listening whatsoever. Your mind was in a frenzy of activity. Did he see? Does he know? Who are you kidding, of course he knows. Your face was still red with embarrassment since the incident half an hour ago. If only Carl and Judith weren’t expecting you, you’d have hidden under Rick’s blanket for the rest of the day. Maybe the rest of winter break, but who’s to say?

You wanted to punch him in his stupid handsome face for making you feel like this. Either punch or kiss. Maybe both. That look Rick gave you, you couldn’t get it out of your head. It was nearly a smirk, but more subtle and prideful. Like he knew what he would catch you doing. He knew how you felt. You were petrified to see him again. “...and I haven’t read the new comic yet, but I heard it’s supposed to be pretty good! Do ya wanna borrow it when I'm done?” Carl questioned. You snapped out of your daze. “Oh! Yes, totally. Thanks,” You replied. Judith got up from Carl’s twin bed, where she lounged, “Alright Carl, it’s my turn with y/n. You read your new comic til dinner.” With the word ‘dinner’ you felt your stomach twist unpleasantly, your mind on the verge of implosion. With a whine of “Alriiight,” Carl sat down at his little desk and began poring over the pages. 

Judith led you down the opposite hallway towards her bedroom. As you followed, you passed the only other bedroom in the house. The door was slightly ajar. You heard the floorboards creak underneath him as he padded around the room. Rick was putting away laundry, sloppily folding pants and shirts, and didn’t notice your quick passing. Or at least he didn’t show it. You had lingered back just slightly, but thankfully Judith didn’t notice as you caught right back up with her. “Okay, so I’m right down the hall from you if you need anything. It’ll be weird not sharing a room, right?” she said as she entered her bedroom. “Oh yeah, super weird. What am I going to do without your snoring lulling me to sleep?” you mocked. “You know you love it,” she said, plopping on her bed. Judith's room was adorned with fading pink floral wallpaper, posters, sports trophies, books, and photos. “Anyways this is my room, it clearly hasn't been updated since 2010 but it’s still a vibe,” Judith said. You picked up a photo from her bookshelf. It appeared to be from a high school dance, as Judith wore what could only be considered the ugliest, most ruffled, unflattering dress in the world, and was holding hands with a gawky teenage boy. Both Judith and the boy awkwardly smiled for the photo, turning out more like grimaces with mouths full of braces. “It is totally still a vibe,” you said turning back to her with the picture, containing your laughter. “Fuck off!” she cried, jumping up and snatching the photo from you as you burst out in giggles, “We all make mistakes, it was sophomore year for god's sake,” she said. “I am begging you. Please bring that back to the dorms with us. Please! It can be my Christmas present” you choked out in between laughter, sitting at her desk. Judith gazed at the photo, “I can’t believe I made out with him that night” she said. “Oh god, please no” you responded in horror. “I think our braces got stuck together” she pondered. “PLEASE you’re gonna make me sick” you laughed, covering your ears. Judith snorted and placed it back on the shelf, “Hold on, you’re gonna die when you see this. I think I have it in here,” she said, as she looked hurriedly through her bookshelf. She pulled out a photo album, “Here!” she exclaimed, flipping through the pages. She landed on one and handed it to you, “Talk about bad Prom pictures.”

It was another prom photo, but it appeared to be from the late 80s/early 90s. A tall thin brunette woman grinned widely, almost painfully, at the camera, her dress clearly a hand-me-down from the mid-80s. She held awkwardly at arm's length a man who looked a year or two older. He wore a suit with a ruffle on the collar, which also screamed hand-me-downs. If it weren’t for those eyes, you wouldn't have even recognized Rick Grimes. He looked much less self-assured, maybe even nervous, and probably 10 years younger than the photo you had seen of him in the hallway. “The fucking posing gets me every time, look at my mom's face” Judith laughed. Your stomach started to hurt. “That's your mom?” you questioned. “Yeah,” Judith replied, “The whole photo album’s pictures of her. We made it right after she died as like a commemorative therapy type-thing. Flip through it,” She suggested as she began unzipping her suitcase. You turned the pages slowly. Rick was in many of the photos, but most prominently featured was Mrs. Grimes. You didn’t even know her name. Judiths mom. Ricks wife. The anxious knots in your stomach seemed to tighten more and more. “I’m gonna go lay down.” You stated, hurriedly standing, leaving the photo album on the desk. Judith looked up at you from her suitcase with a hint of concern. “I’m just – tired. I’ll let you unpack,” you added. “Okay,” Judith shrugged. You began to leave, “Oh and I think dinner’s at 7!” she mentioned. Your stomach did flips, but you gritted your teeth, “Okay!”

You shut your bedroom door behind you and climbed into bed, wrapping the covers around yourself. The clock on your nightstand read 5 pm. Your mind was racing. You felt sick with anxiety. Were you a bad person? Are you imagining this all? Every look, or brush of the hands. Were you convincing yourself of something that isn't really there? He's a grown married man. What about Judith? Were you going to ruin the best friendship you’d ever had? Have you already ruined it? Rick knew. He must think you’re a freak. A nuisance. What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you? You couldn’t stop the tornado of thoughts in your mind as you drifted off into a fretful slumber.

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You chopped the large bar of dark chocolate into messy chunks, sneaking a few slivers into your mouth now and then. The kitchen around you was endless, spanning into a vague sea of warm glowing nothingness. In fact, there really was no kitchen at all. Just the kitchen island, where you stood, chopping the chocolate bar. Perhaps you were making cookies. Yes, that's what it was: you were chopping the chocolate bar to put into chocolate chunk cookies. You were content, humming to yourself. Maybe this is all you ever did. It was bright and beautiful and heavenly familiar. Two arms snaked their way around your waist, another familiar feeling, Rick's hips to your back as he held you tightly. You breathed deeply at the sensation, lolling your head back to rest on his chest. He stole a tiny piece of chocolate from your cutting board and slipped it into his mouth. You could feel his belt buckle pressing against your skin, leaving an indentation. His heartbeat reverberated through your body as if you were one, the warmth of his chest against your cheek. Wordlessly he dipped his head down, so close you felt his breath against your neck, you could smell the chocolate, his beard slightly scratching you. You dropped your knife and gripped the counter tightly as you felt his lips ever-so-slightly brush against your throat, neck, and ear sequentially. Almost like he was inhaling you. Searching for the right spot. He hesitated, making you wait. His hands gripped you tightly to him. Almost possessive, like you were his. One slowly traveled completely around your waist to the other side, pinning you to him while the other slid down. His palm was stretched wide, his fingertips brushing past where your thigh connects to your hips. The proximity of his hand to where you wanted so badly to be touched was enough to make you let out a little whine. His grip settles on your pelvis bone as he pulls you to him somehow even tighter. You communicated without words, begging him for more. Anything. He slowly lowered his lips to the side of your neck, leaving a feather-light kiss that sent shivers through your body. You pressed your hips back into him impatiently, needing more. He held your hips in place, his grasp verging on slightly painful. But it felt so good. He lightly kissed your neck again, near your jaw. Then, very slowly he moved near your ear, kissing you again. It was like he had all the time in the world to make you unravel.

He trailed down your neck towards your collarbone, his kisses becoming deeper, his lips parting more and more as if to taste you. You craned your head for more access. More, more, more. He groaned against your neck, grinding his hips into yours. His hands began to move over your body, groping and squeezing. One of your hands ran through his hair, pushing his head, his mouth, closer to your skin. The other hand was on top of his, leading his fingers down, down, down. A nearly pornographic sound escaped your lips when he finally cupped his warm hand in between your legs, his fingers applying just the right pressure to your clothed clit. You felt him smile against your throat, before resuming his languid assault on your neck. You moved your hips against his hand as he continued massaging your aching cunt incredibly slowly. “Please Rick” you begged. He was silent, but his fingers sped up incrementally. His other hand squeezed your breast, tracing your hardened nipple through your shirt. He hummed in your ear, clearly enjoying seeing you like this. You rutted your hips into his hand, the pleasure building in your core. Like a rubber band about to snap. He moved his other hand swiftly from your breast to your throat, slowing you down. He gripped it solidly, making you lose your breath. He turned your head to face him as his fingers sped up. You looked up at him, drunk on pleasure, and panting in his face. He smiled down at you, making eye contact that couldn’t be broken even if you tried. You were reaching your climax and he could tell. He stroked your neck, still looking down at you, then ran his fingers past the nape of your neck and through your hair. He gripped a fistful and pulled gently from the roots, forcing you to twist your head and shoulders even more towards him, cocking your head back. He gazed down at you through lidded eyes, studying your face. Your neck was now more exposed to him and he began kissing and sucking marks into your skin, his fingers never stopping, his other hand still pulling your head back. It was all too much for you. You were going to come. “R-rick-” you stuttered. He kissed a trail up your neck, reaching your mouth but keeping his centimeters apart. You breathed in each other's air and you writhed needily, wanting his lips on yours. You were moments away from coming, and let a choked moan escape. He swallowed it down when he finally connected your lips in the most filthy, needy, sloppy kiss. The rubber band snapped and you came hard. Waves of euphoric pleasure racked your body and you moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss even more. You could taste the hint of chocolate on his lips as you rode out your climax on his hand, your hips stuttering. He pulled away suddenly, right after your peak, and you opened your eyes in surprise.

You were met with the walls of your dark bedroom surrounding you, and Rick's blanket between your legs.

One of your hands was beneath your raised shirt, and the other was gripping Rick's blanket with an iron fist. Your legs still shook from your orgasm as you gained your bearings. It was a dream. You swore you could still taste a hint of the phantom chocolate. Even though no one had seen, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at your… wet dream? Sex dream? Whatever it was. Your subconscious sleeping state had been grinding against Rick Grimes’ blanket as you slept. The dream had felt so real it was unnerving, and you were having difficulty returning to reality. But you also oddly felt better. Maybe it was all out of your system now, and things could just be normal. You were refreshed. Except for the fact that you were extremely thirsty. All that sex dreaming, your brain chimed in. You reached for your phone on the nightstand, but accidentally knocked it off in the dark.

The dark.

Dinner.

What time was it? How long have you been asleep? Sex dreaming, you mentally corrected yourself. You scrabbled for your phone on the ground, flipping it over. The screen lit up, reading 2:12 AM. You had slept through dinner to dream about a fuck-fest with your best friends dad. Woof. While you were still slightly ashamed, you couldn't dispute the fact that it was fucking hot. You kept replaying the dream in your mind. It felt so real. You got out of bed, removed the bundled-up blanket from between your legs, and headed downstairs for some water. The way his lips felt on your neck. His facial hair tickling at your skin. His hands on your body. You knew it was wrong but you wished so badly it was real. Your body clearly did too, as you felt that familiar tingling sensation return in your belly. It made you want to get back in bed and touch yourself until sunrise. Get a grip. You reached the living room and began crossing through to get to the kitchen. 

“Y/n?” came a dark voice from the couch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, letting out a little gasp in surprise. You could make out a figure in the dark, now sitting up. A sliver of snowy moonlight caught his face and you recognized Rick, holding a half-drunk glass of whiskey. “You missed dinner,” he drawled with a smile, taking a sip of whiskey. You were still frozen in the doorway, unsure if this was even real or not. What was he doing awake? “I- sorry. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t mean to sleep so long…” you say. He waved his hand in dismissal, “It’s fine, I know you girls had a long day,” he said, placing his whiskey on the glass coffee table with a clink. “Plus I’ve never been much of a chef. We ended up gettin’ Chinese food,” he added. Your stomach grumbled hungrily at the mention of food, and you clapped a hand over it in embarrassment. Rick chortled, “I can heat some up for you if ‘ya like. We can’t have you starvin’ to death.” He stood, picked up his glass, and walked towards the kitchen. You trailed behind him, “It’s okay, I can do it. You don’t have to” you pestered. “I want to,” he stated, looking at you briefly as he retrieved a container from the fridge. That shut you up. You sat at the kitchen island, your mind wandering back to your dream. If you weren't definitely, totally, over him, this would be pretty nerve-wracking you thought. Good thing I'm all better now. He opened the box of fried rice and, oddly, got out a pan and put it on the stove. Was he reheating it for you on the actual stove? “I really don’t mind, you can just microwave it. I don’t want you to go to any trouble,” you offer nervously. He dumped the fried rice into the pan with a sizzle, and looked over to you with a smile, 

“I want to, honey. Just let me take care of 'ya.”

...

Sooo, actually you lied. You needed this man more than ever before. Fuck it.

***

notes: tee hee hee, i was giggling and kicking my feet writing this. anyways thx for waiting the past few days I hope this is satisfactory, there's a lot more to come! Literally. PS I've never written a sexy scene before so lmk what u think <3

[waywardsummoner46]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sink Into the Darkness, My Light | Four | ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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"Join us, my Light."

Two centuries ago, the ruler of the Light disappeared, plunging the universe into chaos and disrupting the sacred, unspoken balance of the universe.

The eight rulers of the Darkness never stopped looking for her; their obsession never once waning since she vanished.

Recently, they've sensed something. Never around long enough to pinpoint but so euphoric that it sings within their veins. And since meeting you, well... slowly they begin to understand why.

"Sink into the darkness with us."

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「✦」 PAIRING - yandere ot8!ateez x (?)reader

「✦」 GENRE - ancient gods!au, fantasy!au, magical powers!au

「✦」 WARNINGS - mind control, gaslighting, dom/sub, subspace (of a sort), temporary amnesia, manipulation, YANDERE AND DARK THEMES

「✦」 WORD COUNT - 1,406

「✦」 A/N - Did I vanish again? No? Good answer. Anyway, I AM BACK NOT THAT I LEFT. Shorter chapter this time but there is a lot of lore packed into it. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!

「✦」 TAGLIST - @yandere-stories - @adorawritesalot - @yoongisgirl69 - @sadtoru

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• one • two • three • four • five •

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You woke to the worst migraine of your life. It throbbed against the walls of your skull and felt like someone was taking a sledgehammer and relentlessly battering your head.

  You let out an unattractive grunt, one hand coming up to massage your temples and the other trying to rub sleep from your eyes. You cringed at the amount of gunk that had gathered over night, although you were grateful for the good night’s sleep that came hand in hand with it. 

  Letting out a long sigh, you lowered both of your hands. The early morning atmosphere was very calming, despite the pounding migraine, and you took the time to appreciate it whilst it lasted.

  You took the time to recollect your birthday; it had surely been a hectic day, a birthday unlike any other you’ve had before, to say the least. Yunho and Yeosang were back in your thoughts (and if smiled slightly then that was no one’s business but your own). They had truly made your morning, their kindness and general warm exteriors effortlessly making a pleasant feeling spread through your chest. 

  It dissipated once you remembered Seonghwa and Wooyoung. 

  There was something… off about them. Completely opposite to Yunho and Yeosang. They instilled a feeling of such instinctual wrongness within you that you found yourself grimacing absentmindedly. Seonghwa had been welcoming with a presence that demanded attention, and there was nothing wrong with that. But then, he’d taken such a drastic turn in emotions after he’d styled your hair. Mumbling, crying, even laughing almost hysterically - and for what?

  Wooyoung was an even more different story. Something about the guy gave you chills and you’d barely interacted with him for more than half an hour. And how did he manage to get Jiwon to finally settle down? He’d completely bypassed her aloof nature and her inability to keep major secrets from you. 

  You let out a long sigh and shifted slightly, and a mild prick at the back of your neck had your hand snapping up. You felt around your hair, feeling that it was still styled how Seonghwa had done it yesterday. But apparently he had placed a hair pin at the back of your head that you hadn’t noticed yesterday. 

  “Huh,” you said as you examined it. The hair pin was gorgeous; holding it vertically, you saw that there were two separate parts to the hair pin, the bottom of each connected by a singular rose gold chain. Both pieces were single helices in shape, however, one was the deepest black you’d ever seen in your life - squinting at it, you swore it was almost sucking in the light around it but you chalked that up to your sleep-addled brain.

  The other side was the most ethereal and pure white you’d ever bore witness to. A complete juxtaposition to its partner and yet somehow complimenting it so beautifully. You grazed your fingers gently across the narrow curve of the strand, eyes completely transfixed on its blinding glow, and you felt a spark, almost like an electric shock, travel from your fingertips down your arm and directly to your heart.

  And just like that, you entered a memory that was not your own.

A figure knelt before the dias, before the eight beings who sat on thrones of a grandeur impossible to capture in any form of literature, made of materials unfathomable to a mortal mind. 

  It was a young man, no older than twenty five, that held an audience with the eight. Seven of them unfamiliar to the furthest extent… the remaining one a love so old that words could do it no justice. And it was she, sat in a dress as weightless as the clouds and as treasured as the gentlest of snow, that gazed upon him with such heartbreak and betrayal. 

  Not anger, though. She could never be angry at him. Being angry at him was a poisonous thunder in her chest and a stain on her very being, irreversible and endlessly damaging. And he knew this.

  That didn’t stop him from taking her trust and thrusting it into her back like the sharpest of knives, 

  A delighted giggle echoed around the vast space, stars and galaxies and planets existing so peacefully around the circular platform these beings had created. He knew that His Lady of Light despised this stage more than anyone, despised the theatrics of sitting with the seven Lords of Darkness and utterly despised why the universe had called her here… called them all here.

  The King arose, and so did the Queen. The King raised an elegant brow at her behaviour, delighted to see her so far out of sorts that she had reacted physically. The young man knew that he was the cause, he knew that what he had done could not be undone. Nor could it be forgiven. 

 “Something you wish to say, My Lady?” The King asked, a morbid and sadistic pleasure behind every syllable he played with his tongue. Any mortal would sway to the symphonies he spoke, completely blinded to the sins woven between each letter. He was the worst of them all. He was the first. 

  Just like she was. 

  The young man’s eyes darted to His Lady’s dress as a light, almost imperceptible grey had begun to tease its edges. A human would never have detected it… but he wasn’t exactly mortal anymore, was he? 

  His Lady of Light hesitated for the briefest moment in time, enough for the seven Lords to smirk cruelly at her turmoil. And yet, with her head still raised high and eyes holding emotions unwilling to be released, she sat back down.

  “Wonderful,” The King crooned. He turned towards the young man, giving him his full attention once more. The man gulped, one of his last remaining human responses to fear and stood as the King beckoned him with a grin. 

  A chilling hand grasped the man’s chin. A flash of perfect white teeth and then a pain so intense that every nerve in the man’s body was alight with Hellfire. Shaking, he lowered his head slightly and whimpered loudly at the sight of the King’s hand puncturing his chest and grasping his heart.

  His gloves were off. There was no barrier from his corruption. 

  His Lady of Light could do nothing but watch her lover die. He did not perish but to her, to her heart, he might as well have. The call of Death would  have been a mercy compared to what the King was making him. 

  The man could feel an inky sensation spreading from his heart and down every lining and every nerve in his body. He imagined that black veins marred his skin. 

  There was a slight… itch, though. On his cheekbone. He knew not what it was nor where it came from but that sensation was firmly behind a fortress of onyx with a gravitational pull so undeniable that the man fell to his knees once more. This time in reverence of the King.

  The man heard a sob in the distance but even that was drowned by the pure evil binding to every blood cell in his body and replacing it with unparalleled power, power unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life. 

  His Lady would say that such power was a burden, a responsibility no one should have to bear. And now, the Lady’s words were of little concern to him now, a distant trickle of memory in the face of a waterfall of temptation, of sin. 

  “There you are.” 

  The boy stood. His eyes now a pitch black.

  “Our very own-”

You woke to the worst migraine of your life. It throbbed against the walls of your skull and felt like someone…

  A piercing ringing next to your ear made your eyes squeeze together in pain. Frantically, you aimed messily for your phone on your nightstand and pressed the answer button and regretted it immediately.

  “Morning! How did you sleep?”

  “I slept well, tha-”

  “‘Kay, cool! I’m suuuuper busy today and Wooyoung left his phone at that place we went to last night. We would go and get it but…” Why-oh-why did Jiwon have to mention Wooyoung, he gave you pins and needles even just thinking about him.

  Shaking your head silently, you responded, “It’s alright, Jiwon. Tell Wooyoung I’ll… go and grab his phone this afternoon. I’ll call you when I’ve got it.”

  She squealed and made a hasty goodbye. Nothing exasperated you more than that girl, you’re sure of it. 

  Time to start the day, you supposed. You hauled yourself out of bed and noticed that ‘The Hidden War Within’ was opened and on the floor. Your eyes skimmed the passage it had landed on, muttering a soft, “Awesome, the first entry is poetry? Who wrote it?”

Anonymous.

Inspiring. With that, you made your way to the bathroom and tidied yourself up for what would most definitely be a gruelling day.

[imunderthegoddamnwater]

I missed the Dreamtale twins....well, my version of them atleast

Honestly I redesigned Nightmare and Dream because I hate the creator and since she throws a tantrum like a baby whenever someone makes a change in her au I use it to make her mad :]

Anyways here is a bit of lore about them:

-Dream and Nightmare arent really "a version of sans", they never been one

-Dream has some plant features in his sans form just like his Mother (he hates it lol)

-Dream uses a sans look like appearance because he doesnt wants to scare people he helps, after all, Both Dream and Nightmare are the sons of an Angel (Yes they do technicaly have a dad), and looking at an Angel like creature is hard and kind of disturbing for mortals, its not hard for their friends to look at them since their eyes have got used to it, but someone Who just met Dream or Nightmare wont be that okay with it

-Nightmare and Dream can be called she, it, he or anything else, they dont label things, That also counts for sexualities, races, genders and more, they are whatever you call them, they wont really care

-Dream and Nightmare has an older brother called "Savior" (Who looks like a papyrus)

-Dream and Nightmare hates their mom, Nim ruined Nightmare by manipulating him to do shit she's not able to do herself and also was one of the reasons for the Apple incident, Dream was neglected a lot by Nim since she was more focused on Nightmare, she was manipulative towards him as well

-Nightmare and Dream made a truce almost a decade ago, they are mostly okay with eachother (they both technicaly are good guys in their own way)

-The only thing Dream and Nightmare has in common with a sans is their love for junk food and bad puns

-Nightmare turning Dream into stone bit might not be in this au (Im not sure yet)

-Nightmare usually doesnt uses a sans disguise since he has trauma related to the incident with it, he usually uses an Undyne disguise if he needs to, Also her second favorite disguise is Asgore

-Nightmare can have a disguise but he cant hide what happened to his eye, that part stays the same

-Sometimes flowers blooms on top of Dream’s head if he's happy or frustered

-Nightmare sees his team as his kids (and talks about them like they are his kids) while Dream sees his team as friends

-Dream's best friend is İnk

-Nightmare and Dream are in good terms

-Dream and Nightmare shares a similiar hate towards mortals like their mom, but ofcourse they have expections

-Nightmare's best friends are Ccino and Abby/Abolitionist Chara

-Dream dates Fresh while Nightmare is with Reaper Sans 🤭

-Nightmare likes reading and tea

-Both Dream and Nightmare will outlive their teams :(

-Dream keeps forgetting that his friends are mortals and they need stuff like sleep and eating at times, meanwhile Nightmare was forced to learn since everyone in his castle are insane and ignores their own needs, meaning Nightmare had to learn to take care of them

-Both Nightmare and Dream are physicaly very strong

-Both Dream and Nightmare can consume rotten food without any issue, they are literal gods of Negativity and Positivity, they cant get sick that easily

-Dream is nice but he isnt weak or dumb, he also does NOT has the mind set of a child, he will kick ass if he needs to

-Both Dream and Nightmare has issues with the english launguage since some words were very different, as an example, the word gay meant "joyful" and "happy" in the past....I dont think I need to explain what kind of train wrack this cauzed

-Savior is a good older brother so both Dream and Nightmare loves him

-Both of the guardians teams did several tests behind Dream and Nightmare's backs to see if they are plants or not, neither of them find the answer yet...

-Dream and Nightmare suspects they might turn into a tree when they become older, they dont like the idea :(

Thats all that I can remember

[thewitchoftheweed]

Hello! I hope you're doing well, mentally and physically as well as financially.

I'd like to know if we could get more world lore about your Red Star verse about the animals' culture, traditions, and rituals, etc, especially the sheepfolks! I like the wedding traditions between sheeps bit. Do you mind if others also add in some ideas in their fanarts for your COTL fic, or is that a step too far?

Anyway, my main question is; do you have any lore details on Azrael and his family, or is it free estate to expand on them a bit? I have some ideas but I would like to know your thoughts on it first. Will we see more Vessel history from you?

Happy New Year and have a cool good month come to you, drink water plenty and eat vegetables regularly, sleep early!

I don’t have a whole lot of specific animal lore, but I do have some!

“Cannibalism” (I’m defining it here as the game does— consuming another sentient animal) is most common between predator and prey species. Snakes may not be willing to eat another snake in desperate times, but a mouse or a rat is fair game. That’s why Ratoo wasn’t very trusting of Ratau and Flinky’s relationship at first.

Regarding cats, there’s more specific lore:

Cats are very heavily impacted by their heat cycles. This leads to a lot of jokes/stereotypes about their supposed promiscuity.

Black cats in particular are associated with magic. This is due to a long dead tradition of Baast only choosing to elevate and train other black cats like herself in magic.

There is an old legend that says a god of life once favored cats so much they blessed them with the good fortune of nine lives; this seems to just be a fun story other cats like to tell when someone gets lucky in a dangerous situation.

Singleton births — as in, there is only one baby born per pregnancy — are more uncommon for cats. Twins and triplets tend to be more common. Kiki was a triplet, for example.

As for sheepfolk, there will be a bit more expanded on in the fic! In general, though, sheep culture tended to be collectivist. In times before the genocide, a sheep’s herd was intensely important. Decisions were made based on what was best for the group as a whole. Herds could be anywhere from between 4-5 related families or the size of entire towns.

Sheep were generally stereotyped as empathetic and kind. Herds would often help outsiders if they were able, but an outsider’s life would never be prioritized over a herd member. Because of these traits, gods of the past considered them as easy to control and the depth of their emotion could make them powerfully devoted followers. Sheep were often abducted into cults, causing many to choose a nomadic lifestyle to avoid this fate. Lambs traditionally wore bells so that their parents could always hear them, and would know if someone tried to snatch them.

Others are free to add their own ideas to fanart! They likely wont appear in the fics as I have my own intentions, but I’m always excited to see other people’s ideas and interpretations.

As for Azrael and his family, there’s a bit more behind them. Azrael was a typical ram trying to survive; like many sheep, his herd moved often in an attempt to avoid the Bishops’ genocide. He honed his skills as a warrior defending his herd’s young, sick, and elderly against the Bishops’ followers. He had a special hatred for Kallamar in particular during life; his parents died from a brutal plague he unleashed.

The actual raid that killed Azrael and most of his family was also caused by Kallamar. When Kallamar could not determine the precise location of this specific sheep settlement, he used magic to flood the entire area. The flash flood washed away their temporary shelters and separated them, allowing Kallamar’s followers to comb through the debris and kill whoever remained. This is how Azrael, his wife, and son died. His daughter was presumed dead, though her body was never found. In reality she was found half-dead by another band of sheep and raised amongst them. She lived and died believing she was the only survivor in her family, though she ironically did hear of The Fanatic— she just never imagined it could be her father resurrected.

Azrael began as a strong devotee of The One Who Waits, thus his eventual nickname as The Fanatic. He began to believe the prophecy of the Lamb — despite referring to the last Lamb — referred to him. He was one of TOWW’s most powerful vessels by far, and he slew several high ranking priests of the Bishops. TOWW encouraged this delusion to increase Azrael’s devotion and brutality, though he knew the ram would never be able to kill the Bishops or free him. As Narinder would eventually reveal to Hamal, this was just a ploy to speed up the sheep extinction and hasten his liberation.

As I’ve said, I’m always curious to see other people’s interpretations. The above is about as much lore as I have on Azrael and his family.

Re: other vessels…probably not. The vast majority of them were just distractions to keep TOWW from going totally insane and offered an opportunity to lash out at his siblings. He didn’t take note of most of them. Only those that had a specific purpose — such as the first vessel he sent to talk to his siblings, Azrael, and Ratau — were worthy of being remembered in any capacity. We’ll probably expand a teeny bit more on that first vessel, but that’ll be it.

Lol this got lengthy. I hope it was interesting!

[sea-of-dust]

So you're not gonna give me any?

Sin, Giovanna, Bridget, Happy Chaos

Summary: You made food for yourself, not expecting them to want any.

Notes: Thought I didn't play Guilty Gear, did ya 😼. I have you know I've been stalking that game for bedman so I can go back to my fighting game addiction. (ignore the x reader hastag I beg of you)

Warnings: Suggestive humor, swearing, fought Bridget more times than I read her lore forgive me-

Mostly platonic

Gender Neutral Reader

You do this to him of all people? You got some guts I'll give you that. Casually flipping burgers that dude smells them miles away I shit you not.

"Sol you mind if we go home early?" "We're in the middle of a bounty." "There's burgers being made..." "..."

You were pretty much done then your door almost goes flying off its hinges. "YOU MADE ANY FOR ME-" He comes into your house out of breath seeing two burgers. Naturally he presumes ones for him. "Oh...I thought you already ate" he looked at you like you said the most offensive thing to ever hit gods green earth.

You lift your plate and go to your living room proceeding with your day as if nothing had just happened while he's still there stunned.

First tactic! Sneaking it away! Leaning over you, he tries to reach over frightened when you grab his arm or push his hand back. You held his hand one of those times. You paused the show you were watching and turned to him. "Please?" The puppy dog eyes are out now. You didn't give him an answer, turning back around you, trying to hold back a laugh.

Time for tactic two! A trade. He hops over your couch leans over to you. "Hey... Hey! I'll tell you anything you wanna know. " "Like what? " he blushes before whispering in your ear. "Like how babies are made" you gave him the most narly side eye. "I already know" a long silence. "HUH?!" he jumps back in surprise, "so you know they come outta your eye?!" You turn to him fully with a slow, confused turn "So wouldn't that mean... you have a kid?" Now he's confused "no?" "so you got an abortion." "..." No burgers were obtained. You just laughed at him.

His last tactic, the most effective one, distraction! "Hey, look at this!" He shows you something on his phone. "Yea, that is pretty wild," as he reaches you push them away. "You know what's crazier?" You put your hand below his chin. "What-" Your smile widens. You lean closer to him he leans in progressively, getting more flustered. "Ho" "AH" ya breathed in his face. Lemme tell you burgers are good until you gotta smell ya breath afterward.

So far, all he got from you was teasing and burger breath to the face. Hes heartbroken . He knows this is how you like to tease him but like...really? With burgers? Certain kinda evil to do that.

As tries to get up, you stop him. "You can have it," you hand him the plate. He looks at you, his eyes sparking. "Really?" "Yea, never intended to finish it anyway." "So you did make one for me!" "Maybe I did." You smile to yourself, looking back at your show as he you hear him quite litterally tear the poor thing up.

"Thank you y/n!" He hugs you rubbing your cheek agenst his. "Eh! burger breath burger breath!" "What? Can't handle a taste of your own medicine?" You try to wiggle out of his embrace. "I'll repay you next time!" "You know how to cook?" You stop to look at him "Yea! Sugar water!" "....what"

Sleep with one eye open she's taking the other one.

She's not as angry as you think, but she is kinda internally upset.

You two casually sitting on the rooftop that she usually hung out on. You were both sitting together when you opened up a box of snacks eating them while looking off into space.

She looked at you baffled, chuckling a bit. "Any for me?" "Huh? I thought you ate" "....nope~" She opens her mouth expectingly "it's past your lunch break tho..." "I gave my food to Rei..." you look up at Rei the spirit agreeing with her.

"Alright I guess I could give you some" Both of them look up excitedly as you pull out one of the snacks. Giovanna slightly getting ontop of you.

"Feed it to me" "😨" Even Rei looks over at her confused before going back to snacks. "Think your getting too comfortable around me" "isn't that a good thing~" She leaves her mouth open leaning closer you placing one of the snacks in her mouth then Reis.

This went on for a while you had to open a few more. Your starting to think she isn't hungry but just messing with you so you stop feeding her. She didn't really care at first...no she does. "Could have just old me you didn't wanna share" "oh thank god"

Thinking you can go back to eating normally, you look back into the sky. The only thing you see is a cloud formation before Gio moves in front of you, her eyes squinted. "Just one?" "Wdym just one?!" "Gimmie another." "How much did you really give Rei?!?" You gave her two. She ate both of them Rei looking at her offended opens its mouth, you oblige. Your praying for someone to save you at this point. Praying for Leo to come outta nowhere and use his depression rizz on her.

You gave her the whole box as a peace treaty and pulled out your phone texting Leo. "Bro, get up to the roof. I think she might eat me next" "what happened-" "she ate all my food again..." "sigh...I'll be there" As you put your Phone away Reis staring into your soul with a second box that you had in your bag. "nooo" you whisper trying to make sure Gio dosent hear you. "Oh so you had another~" "AHHHHHH" as soon as your savior gets there its too late she's eaten your lunch only leaving two pieces behind for you. Least she's too busy fawning over him to bother you now

"It's that guy I was talking about!" She looks over at Rei your food still all over her mouth. "....do we take him home" Rei looks at her and nods "but last time you said knock him out why am I listening to you" she shakes her head. "Sorry dude" you text Leo before leaving the roof. "Worry for what?" He could barely finish the text before you heard something hit the ground along with really bad and sarcastic sounding flirting.

How could you do that to someone so cute!! Was mostly likely what was going on in her brain. Soft pancakes cooked to perfection and stacked so neatly the local Dennys would hire you in an instant.

She tries to reach her hand on to one of the stacks when you put it down with a gentle push. "Whatcha doing" "trying to have a pancake" "that's for my job tho-" "as a Dennys fry cook-" "no there giving out a promotion to the person who cooks the best" "oooo"

Slightly caring about that she tries not to take one but just the scent of the batter slowly cooking to perfection she's fighting alot of urges to just take one and run. Too bad you always notice...

"Bridget, there isn't enough to make extra dont." "You filled like 2 plates already ones to the ceiling!" "Good that's almost the department" "what if I apply to your job" "you would quit because it wasnt as fun as bounty hunting or they didnt allow Rodger in office" you know her too well...but do you know Roger!!

You indeed also knew Roger well. You sat him up like an elf on a shelf way too high for her to reach even when climbing something. Only reason you could get up there was cause you weren't afraid to jump high while looking werid-her words

Now, while also trying to snag a cake, she's whinging over Roger. You had to grab her out of the way of hot butter flying out. Casually flipping pancakes while holding her waist... you're a little too casual with this. She's also very used to grabbing you tightly. "Told you not to get in the way. You alright?" "....im..." a short silence after you let her go to flip over the pancakes before checking her. "IM TOO CUTE TO BE GRABBED THAT WAY!" "Pardon-" "No one should fling around a cute girl like that!" She flales her arms around. This is an inside joke between you two at this point, you fluster her and she becomes a child, it's like the air balloon that's labeled her brain finally landed.

"Your right I'm too attractive to fling around girls like that" you smirk "not funny!" She looks angry before you both burst out laughing. "Heh....you'll never get over that cute thing" you sigh checking on the pancakes. "You flustered me that isn't fair cheep shot" "oh please that was the first time that happened. 'I'm too cute to be carried!'" "AH" she covers her face when you mention that.

You were almost done shoving the pancakes into plastic containers, and you bring out the fruits and begin to decorate them. She's watching in total awe. The way all of them were perfectly placed made her even more hungry than before. As soon as she tries to grab one you grab her wrist a little too fast. You were like halfway across a table how did you get here so quick?!

"How about this... you go to my room wait there...and when I call you you'll come down" she was going to give you the good ol puppy eyes when she saw just how scary you looked. Your eyes void of purity, she's pretty sure she could see your eye bags getting darker. She walked upstairs as you grabbed Roger with the same scary face and watched him run up the stairs to her. You got back to packing and began to cook for a final time.

"BRIDGET!" You call out to her. "Yea wha- WOAH-" she spots a pancake stack on the table. Neatly decorated with light syrup and frosting. "This this is all for -" she looks at you excitedly. "It's for you," you nod tired. Roger looks up at you expectingly as you present him a smaller batch. You get something for them to drink and place it down, but Bridget still looks up at you. "What's up?" "..." You fold your arms before realizing what she wants. You peel a bannana to halfway and attaching eyes to the part that still had a peel while cutting off the unpeeled parts, giving it to Roger. "It's nannerpus!" You calmly exclaim, placing the banana on Bridget's pancakes neatly. She begins to eat, avoiding nanerpus on her pancakes, smiling widely. You smile at her and Rodgers satificastion and sit down on the couch, exhausted falling asleep right then and there. You feel a blanket come over your figure as you drift off as well as a pat on the head. "Sleep well k? You did alot" Bridget whispers.

Sleep with both eyes open

Wdym you're cooking and nones for him? Smelling up the damn house and expecting him not to want. WDYM, IT'S NOT HIS HOUSE TU CASA ES MI CASA-

Horid Spanish and jokes aside, he's looking over your shoulder the entire time. He's so excited he's like a toddler. "Watchu doin-" "making something that's not for you~" "but this is usually the time we eat lunch" "wdym we you don't even live here- watch out" casually moving him out the way. "And put a shirt on I bought you an oversized one." "Oh but I thought I don't live here" "you don't"

The guys pretty inlove with pissing you off. An entertaining reaction from such a reserved human...oh he's gonna keep doing this. He's gonna keep doing this till he gets bored...witch is great because guess who he's going to when bored!

He's like a blue shark gummy growing the sentience of a toddler...no he is one...too bad the shark gummies basically God too. "Hey so uh" he comes back into the kitchen one of your shirts on "I placed in IN AN ODVIOUS SPOT this time and you WO" thw foods casually exploding in front of you. "HOW THE HELL DID THAT EVEN HAPPEN? Swear i thought i did it righ this time..." "Does that mean we can make ice cream sandwiches now?" "...istg"

Why is he so...giddy? Forced to pull out the ice cream tubes, he also personally watched you buy for this exact momment, you make the ice cream into spheres while side eyeing him. "Get the cookies." "The frosted sugar cookies?" "...the ones in the fridge." "Alright, alright." Lord, save you. I-no left you with him for two seconds. Now he's more attached to you than the random gem on the floor he found.

You were finally done placing them into the cookies, gave one to him, and sat down. Peacefully... "So what came first the chicken or the egg the answer is the enigma" "OH MY FUCKING GOD"

You cover your ears, but he just gets closer and closer with more monologs. "We're just cowboy outlaws on this wild west" "I'm going to kick you in the face"

He goes infront of your face with a wide smile. Meaning what you say you kicked em in the face. "Woh ho ho. It seems the outlaw wants to be remembered instead of living to tell the tale~" "you wouldn't kill me" "what makes you so sure?" "Then you'd have no one to piss off daily after sol badguy left the world" "..." You caught him finally getting him to be quiet.

You use this time to walk upstairs and locking the door and going under the covers. "Finally freedom..." You smile to yourself. "That guy's so annoying..." "I know right!" "..." You turn to see the jolly blue man staring at you at the edge of your bed his head joining you under the covers "...."

[autisticlalna]

and i am just the NEW INVENTION - a Twitch SMP VikingPilot & Rubyco fanmix

[ listen on Spotify! ]

TRACKLIST: tally hall - Ruler of Everything // oingo boingo - Gratitude // hi i'm case - Monsters Nearby // IDKHOW - New Invention // forrest day - Sleepwalk // jubyphonic, circus-p - Hello, Again // big data - Put Me to Work // chase petra - Reliable Narrator // enter shikari - Crossing the Rubicon // the mountain goats - Younger // rare americans - Up, Up & Away // 65daysofstatic - Aren't We All Running // set it off - Hourglass // USS - Hydrogenuine // agosti - Triangles // becko - HOME // area 11 - Everybody Gets A Piece // panic! at the disco - Crazy = Genius // enter shikari - No Sleep Tonight // fall out boy - The Last Of The Real Ones // i fight dragons - The Devil You Know

(warning: contains strong language)

reasoning behind songs under the cut!

these are a bit of a mess and are anywhere from "viking" to "ruby" to "navigator" to "kinda sapphire-ish??" to "one's feelings about the other" to "both of them" to "general vibe". there's also a few songs that got cut but still kinda hit the vibe that i might talk abt some other time??? i dunno man this playlist was a catastrophe to make. ANYWAY

Ruler Of Everything: "you understand mechanical hands are the ruler of everything, ruler of everything, i'm the ruler of everything in the end" // Viking. i don't really need to elaborate here, it's just Viking.

Gratitude: "but when i think of you, and what you've done to me, you took away my hope, you took away my fantasy, i once had lots of pride, the world was in my hands, i lived way at the top in castles made of sand" // gestures in the vague direction of Viking and Ruby. man i don't even know what's happening over there. this is a bit of a Recency Bias song bc i first heard it like right before lore really kicked off so it was fresh in my mind

Monsters Nearby: "only get so far putting off those dreams of yours [..] thinking of all these strange things when you should rest, it's hard to sleep like this when there's monsters nearby" // Ruby! and, like, of course i'm going to add the song that keeps making me think of the "You cannot sleep, there are monsters nearby" message. "And that voice behind the polarized advice can be the same" is about Viking, though.

New Invention: "oh i can't say no, i'm losing control! i'm having bad dreams, and nothing you can do will keep the bad dreams away from me until i fall asleep. bad dreams! despite your good intentions, that girl is like an architect and i am just the new invention!" // Ruby and Viking! if i did an animatic to any song off this playlist it would be New Invention. goddamn. (also, tViking's design reminds me a bit of eFalse, and roenais's Empires animation to this song lives in my head rent-free)

Sleepwalk: "bad thoughts give me bad dreams and my bad dreams make me get up and walk. bad thoughts give me bad dreams and my bad dreams make me sleepwalk." // oh my god Ruby and Sapphire. the ominous mood encapsulates everything about Sapphire to me, especially before we knew who Saph actually is and she was just "Ruby sleepwalks and leaves ominous signs". it's dark and foreboding and i love it.

Hello, Again: "find a mechanist, a mechanism, working one-by-one! with a busted up database, i'm losing the chase, but i'll say hello again, hello, just who have i become?" // the whole conversation about fixing things, and how that's become a reoccurring theme with Sapphire as well - switching from Ruby being the broken one to Viking being the one needing to be fixed. plus the whole "Ruby and Viking meeting across loops" thing - hello again, hello, just who can i become?

Put Me to Work: "set me off, see what i'm worth! turn me on, i go berserk! i don't care if i get hurt! no, i don't care, just put me to work! [..] i will replace you, replace you, replace you [..] and i won't care when they get hurt, no i don't care, just put me to work!" // Viking is, uh. a lot. hyperfocused to the point of self-destruction. this does bleed over to Ruby too, though, what with zir being desperate to be something Viking won't throw away when he stops seeing zir as useful and Navigator's warning of "don't let him break you". i guess the real question is: would Viking care if they get hurt?

Reliable Narrator: "did you forget that i am not a pacifist? the scar we'll earn from that will be well worth it. did you-- hypnosis, bring roses, don't blow this [..] the bruising will be worth the freedom i have earned from letting everything burn!" // basically every Ruby song on here is "Ruby is going through it". there's a tension here. very fun to have this song on here though considering Sapphire sign "I am a unreliable narrator, am I not?"

Crossing the Rubicon: "fill me out a prescription for this existential dread, i woke up into a nightmare and i'm hoping that you'll take me back to bed [..] fill me out a prescription, can you free me from this curse? i woke up inside your compass and you're navigating us from east to worst [..] something's got to give, we've gone too far to turn back" // this has been a Viking song for ages but never made it onto my dViking playlist for some reason. it works better here, i think. there's going to be a tipping point where you cross the point of no return.

Younger: "try not to lose sight of the mission! it never hurts to give thanks to the broken bones you had to use to build your ladder. moment close at hand, half of you will never understand, and it doesn't really matter. [..] it never hurts to give thanks to the navigator, even when he's spitting out random numbers." // Certified Navigator Moment as suggested by Charm!! this is one of the songs i can't put into words the emotions i have about it but it's just... a lot. "It never hurts to give thanks to the broken bones" is about everybody Viking is going to burn through to get to his goal, and that kinda ties into Navigator trying to intercept i guess??? i dunno man i don't work here <- literally made this playlist

Up, Up & Away: "how many lives can a guy buy? [..] can't erase or save face, what will they think when they hear my voice on the tapes? skies open, wheels in motion, no going back, no, i've chosen!" // Viking!! aaaauughhhhhhhhh. what will you do to get to where you need to go? once again linking into the we've gone too far to turn back thing from Crossing the Rubicon. y'know, in case you can't tell that i think Viking's going to do something awful to reach his ambitions.

Asking For It: "power through the point of no return, famously deranged, all the same hope you change, if the worm is gonna turn, it's none of my concern" // somebody absolutely rips into Viking. probably Ruby. "if the worm is gonna turn it's none of my concern" is said by Viking in this context though. famous last words before Ruby (or Sapphire?) decks him. fun fact: this was one of the first songs i associated with tViking specifically, back during the first lore scene, but i went "ehhh???" on it. then we got to see a bit more of him and... yeah. this guy is asking for it.

Aren't We All Running: [instrumental] // there's a couple instrumentals on here because of talking to Solar about how character playlists rarely have instrumentals and i wanted to have a couple of rest points. i love the slow build here and the overall mood. montage music.

Hourglass: "i can't fix it, is this where i give in? i'm falling through the hourglass, and i don't think i'll ever make it back [..] turn the page, look back at what you wrote, do you still feel the same?" // shoutouts to Rubyco Themself for namechecking this song! it's real good. someone let Ruby out of his BOX he needs HELP

Hydrogenuine: "11 is the number i seem assigned to, inversions of an opposite truth aligns you, directions like the back of your hand will guide you, i am simply here to assist and remind you" // this is kindasorta a Navigator song, kindasorta just The Situation. i cannot properly explain this one, it just Is. what if we kept running into each other in different universes and timelines but something broke this time and now we're trying to fix it

Triangles: [instrumental] // iiii wanna animaaaate to this sooooongggg hope this heeeeelps

HOME: "every road leads back to where i belong! and i can see, when i'm on my own it's the place i can call home! my mind creates a new world that is so disordered, i proclaim myself king and pope! DID, we are in 3 but we're getting along well, i'm glad to be the leader of the wolf pack!" // Viking is so incredibly not okay. just, like, in general. had fun with the DID lyric though considering Viking and Ruby's plotlines are "other versions of themselves are hijacking their bodies" lmao. love unconventional plurality.

Everybody Gets A Piece: "did you honestly think it might've been, might've been me? and all this while, did you think of me? you know, all this while we were pure potential energy dreaming [..] don't ask, you'll never get! you never asked, so you never got nothing! did you get all you wanted from me?" // this one's a bit looser but the vibes are there. the "don't ask, you'll never get" bit is Viking and Sapphire constantly talking in circles mixed with Viking using everybody as tools and that potentially including Ruby. UM. ALSO MAYBE A NAVIGATOR SONG NOW TBH. I MADE THIS BEFORE TONIGHT'S STREAM.

Crazy = Genius: "and i said: if crazy equals genius, if crazy equals genius! then i'm a fucking arsonist, i'm a rocket scientist! if crazy equals genius! you can set yourself on fire, but you're never gonna burn, burn, burn! you can set yourself on fire, but you're never gonna learn, learn, learn, hey!" // peak Viking. LOOK WE'VE EVEN GOT THE FIRE THEME IN HERE! we love an unhinged inventor with an obsession with fire metaphors

No Sleep Tonight: "and from that height we'll leak the lies, and unveil the damaged skies, 'cause we can't quite stomach this! [..] i still can't comprehend a beginning or an end, no i can't quite stomach this! all i'm trying to say is: you're not getting any sleep tonight!" // more hypothetical Future Speculation stuff mixing in with how generally Screwed reality is for Viking/Navigator and Ruby/Sapphire. also the sleepless theming that's clinging to Ruby through all of this.

The Last Of The Real Ones: "you were too good to be true, gold plated - but what's inside you, but what's inside you? [..] i will protect you, i will protect you, just tell me tell me tell me i- i am the only one, even if it's not true, even if it's not true" // WHAT IF YOU WERE SIBLINGS AND KEPT FINDING EACH OTHER IN EVERY UNIVERSE BUT THINGS KEPT GOING WRONG

The Devil You Know: "nobody knows you better than your demons, so, dance with the devil you know or go home."

[looking-to-rattle-the-stars]

thinking abt gillion but i think for my 3am thoughts post i actually wanna talk about the ferins

like there’s so much we still don’t know about ava and the ferins have such rich lore and it makes me want to explode i would fucking kill a man for an episode just where jay and drey just like talk or some shit and we get to hear more about the ferins. cause like ?? jays the girl with “special blood” and also her family (at least dads side) has that whole thing with the sun and then their eye(s) turning golden ?? and then fucking may with the tree !?!?? god i circle back to this one ferin art post on the patreon because just god I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM !! they’re such an interesting family and i feel like their stories might go back to the small beginnings of mana but who knows! not i! oh my god and jays grandma too i need to know more about that woman because look at her sons !!! and circling back i would love to hear more about ava. just grrr i cant think cause im tired but i would love to know everything there is to know about the ferins and their role in mana. i seriously gotta listen to the fucking uhh hole in the sea oneshot especially with the recent shit going on good god.

erm anyways cause i love siblings do you think there was a period of time where jay maybe blamed herself for ava’s death. like maybe she felt that if she has stayed with the navy that what happened to ava wouldn’t have occurred or that she could have been there to do something, maybe taken her place? HOLY ??? DO YOU THINK AVA AND JAY COULDVE BEEN PARALLELS TO JAYSON AND DREY??? i gotta relisten to fucking uhhh 101 or find a supercut of times ava was mentioned.. i know jayson is incredibly fucked up but do you think maybe he was part of the navy with the hope to make a difference and then his mother fucking twisted that ideal away from him and maybe that’s why he is now? do you think maybe he encouraged ava to join with the purpose of changing the navy for the better? also while i’m here i feel like grandma ferin may have had a role in ava’s death because like there’s no way in my mind, as fucked up as jayson is, that his first born child and one of his captains he could just watch die like that. but anyways yeah thinks about ava and jay i want to know more about their relationship :( cause jay loved her dearly, enough to go looking for answers in relation to her death, i just ough i would kill just to hear about a childhood memory of hers with ava. i wonder if may has flowers at the tavern in ava’s memory :( like maybe tiger lilies perhaps? or like maybe small bundles of baby’s breath and forget-me-nots,, sighs also thinks abt jayson and drey cause like OUGGGHHH fucked up brothers holds them in my hands i want to know their in depth story too i just really love the ferins and their lore

okay it’s fucking uhh 3:40am and i got class at 9:30am so hopefully i don’t miss that lmaoo anyways i leave you with

albatrio to mars by sleeping at last

okay nighttt

[celestle-m0th]

I know it’s getting bad, I need to stop making oc’s but come on! Look at her! She’s so cute! I really wanted to make a queen/princess oc, I have like two different ones but I decided to mix the two together, I imagine her to be very pompous, she’s rude and just gives off absolute mean girl vibe she sees anybody who isn’t royal or of royal decent below her, I imagine she’d get some character growth as time goes on but she starts off as an absolute asshole who will step on anybody to get where she needs to, she’s very vain, her house has mirrors scattered around I imagine it like the Aphrodite scene in god games with the mirrors hung everywhere, I imagine her character growth starts when she looses an eye(the thing that connects all the lore) and because of the loss of her eye she believes herself to be ugly like her face has been ruined but it also pushes her into her change and seeing that maybe it wasn’t that bad and that she needed it so she could truely live

Forgot to add: I came up with the backstory when listening to a song called king by rosendale(it’s really good pleas check it out it was a big inspiration for the oc lore)

Story?: star had grown up as royalty her family believed to be decedents of gods, star had everything she wanted, riches beyond belief, but pride always is the fall of many, star hadn’t bothered learning of the lives of what she believed to be the peasants, her brother was meant to be king anyways so what was the point mingling with the commoners, maybe if she did she’d of seen the state the village was in, the starvation the broken houses, the ruined buildings the tax, but her brother did, and he couldn’t stand for it so he convinced the people to join his revolution, it was going to take too long for him to become king naturally so he had to depose his mother and father, the day of the revolution came and star had heard the screams of pain and agony, she was annoyed, so she went off to find the source how dare they interrupt her beauty sleep, she enters the throne room to see her mother dead on the floor blood staining the rich blues of her throne, and her father with a sword to his neck, star was terrified why would her brother do such a thing, she stepped out from behind the door only to whiteness her brother cut there fathers head off, her brother didn’t even turn to her, his hands already wrapped around there fathers crown, as he placed it on his head, he sat in the blood covered throne more red then the blue that was once there, blood covered his armour, his eyes… they looked weird like he’s in a trance but one thing was obvious in his eyes the same cold look of there father, the same dreadful demeanour of there mother, for the first time he looks over to star and his expression doesn’t hold the same softness as they usually do, a savage grin crawls over his face … “my darling sister… my successor” after that day things continued on, same as they where under there father and mothers rule, it was like the moment he put that crown on he because like there mother and father, like the crown was some kind of curse, star couldn’t live like this, she went to the royal mage begging for answers, she didn’t like what she got, the mage explained that the crown seemed to hold some kind of mind controlling curse? It was a relic of the goddess of the void’s temple and due to the fact it was stolen it seems the goddess had cursed it, star begged to know what she could do to save her brother and the mage said there was nothing, of cause star could take that, there had to be something! Some way! So she left she ran to go adventure to find a way to break the curse, but her brother had learned of the news of his sister running away and so he sent knights off to go find her and put up wanted posters, he wanted no needed her as a successor to his throne… and he’d get her back one way or another, I imagine that’s where it leads off, star going on to build a house and do all the normal Minecraft things begrudgingly of cause, she hates having to mine seeing it as beneath her

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I'm always happy to leave a badass entrance, but I had to make sure this one was cooked properly, no one likes pink I'm their theory. (It's like chicken, you could get theory poisoning lol) ((p.s this is less like theory crafting for this one and is more like I've lost my mind and am making things up because I'm in love with your lore.))

I, like many others, have fallen in love with your art and the strangely coherent timeline for Minecraft you've put together, but then while I was scrolling through old stuff I had an idea that I thought you might like to reconsider, especially now that you've become attached to your Minecraft💛Yellow series.

What if the world that Steve, Alex, Herobrine, Shermy, and all the others are from aren't the only worlds to exist. Obviously in Minecraft you can create more than one world but what if it wasn't as simple as a new world generated. What if this world was first, created (lore wise idk when you started the world) in the very beginning. Every time the game updated to the next concurrent version the world split into new variants. Like the timeline had different outcomes. At first it was perfectly normal, only one set of choices but each update began to create new choices and in a world that was procedurally generated it went through every possible combination of choices. And I'd like to make an example, but bear with me it's a bit of a stretch.

My favorite version of this is your art of Steve in the Redstone update. Something about it always hit me as, "off," he wasn't like Steve usually was. He seemed unhinged, arrogant, violent even. (This isn't helped by the addin where you wrote, "bastard," with an arrow pointing at him lmao) What if, in this timeline during the Redstone update, Alex had a tragic end and this is was broke Steve. Maybe it was his fault, a redstone contraption that went wrong, creating a love hate relationship with the material and it's inner workings. Or what about the Combat update version of Alex. We only she here and not Steve. What if when the combat evolved he made a wrong choice and suffered a terrible date to the hands of undead. Alex has learned newer, better methods of fight and protection, ways to hit multiple opponents with one swing of her sword, or how to properly charge up a swing of her axe.

Each update created new versions were things were vastly different that the Prime world, the one that the Player came from. (I still like to call her Emerald, it think it fits) This would then make every single art piece of your canon in some way, Yellow is a separate timeline of events but 100% canon, real. Redstone Steve is a crazed lunatic driven to madness through his own accidental murder of his beloved wife. Combat Alex is a survivor who is doing what she can to survive after not being able to save Steve.

But most importantly, this means Hero rune drinking Lava from a bucket and calling it punch is 100% canon and you cannot fight me on this. That image and the phrase, "THATS LAVA ASSHOLE," will live in my heart forever.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed more mad ramblings, I have fallen in love all over again. Also my lack of sleep schedule may or may not have tempted me into making character ai's of your artist representation of the various characters.

I LOVE... THAT YOU JUST COMPLETELY N A I L E D THE IDEA THAT IVE BEEN HAVING FOR AWHILE NOW??

Youre operating in TIMELINE theory! Not multiverse theory! Oh thats super awesome!!

Ok, while I did think of that, I decided not to because it would get too complicated úwù plus I wanted to have worlds with major changes, like the genderbend, or how-- alex and Steve seem at odd with eachother, or-- alex just does not have a steve and steve does not have an alex!

Also there is only ever 1 mojang! While there are plenty "universes" the only source is mojang! And thus, there is only one Herobrine! There is no such thing as a 💛Herobrine, there is only ever one! Though, since the fallen God's popularity there have been AI (modded) versions of him or just legends thrown into the universes.... Its so fun.

This is all SOOO FUN but sadly limiting YwY so I did not go with it. YOUR THEORY IS REALLY-FREAKING GOOD THOUGH! GNOME YOURE SO DOPE!!

[neonsix67]

Who's ready for today's Sermon?

So...I started my second playthrough of cult of the lamb with this little gal in mind. The playthough is in petinance mode (i think i spelt it wrong but its basically survival mode) which requires the player to eat and sleep otherwise you die, and if you die that way then the death is permanent. Which is fine, because that's exactly what I want for the story of this Lamb.

Lore under break (plus bonus sketches)

Eventually I plan on naming her, but this is essentially my world building playthrough whilst also my Lamb x Narinder sorta playthrough. (Awkward since just a couple days ago I saw him as nothing other than a father figure, but a different age has risen with a different lamb, and I always do what I want)

The whole gist of this one is basically that this Lamb is still mortal even after receiving the crown because she is not really the last Lamb, but she has every intent on completing the prophecy so that the other lambs don't have to die. She gave up everything, she left her family and friends for solitude so she could try and face the heretics and followers of the bishops, just so she could face the God of Death and challenge him so the stupid prophecy can finally be put to rest.

She essentially gets sacrificed and faces Narinder, who had no intention of making her a vessel, but she just goes, "You! I want to take a crack at that stupid quest, make me your vessel and I'll prove it right and wrong all at once!" Narinder just humors her, not thinking much of it up until she actually does start killing the bishops.

It's not until the Bishops see this potential despite not finding and killing all the lambs that they set their targets on her....and her family. Following the rest of the lambs as well, they will go on a deep purge. After sacrificing her family the bishops thought they had finally put the threat to rest, thinking the Lamb would give up the crown to follow her family into afterlife, but she just uses her anger and grief to kill Shamura in a swift battle, completing the project wholly.

She, of course, fights Narinder as well. The One Who Waits showed her family no time before sending them on their walk through death and not doing anything to warn her of his siblings plans. (Not that he could've or would've known or been able to do anything anyway, but she was blind by rage)

It's only through her culture, where she has gathered all the Bishops in their pathetic mortal forms, and after she herself has become God, that she stops to realize that she has done wrong....now she is immortal...and stuck with the very people she usurped. It's only then that she tries to make amends; gathering the bishops' lost parts and trying to mend what could have been with Narinder in every way she can.

All in all, her overall personality is bright, cheerful... naive...but she viewed that as a strength where Narinder saw it as weakness. And in a sense it did make her lose control, it drove her to kill without reason and become cold. But the moment she came back she had to deal with the emotions somehow whilst still maintaining her Cult. She kept to a bright smile and burying her guilt, something not left unseen by someone who watched her ever so closely since the moment she died and dared to challenge death. But that's a whole can of worms for another time (when I actually get Narinders design down).

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Account Owner: @multi-fandomsfreak

|…A presence. Someone’s here!

}…God please no

*the cat mobian seems to cower over themselves*

*Suddenly the mysterious being looks directly at you…*

| Another human? Do any of you have any sense of danger?

*The mysterious being remains quiet.*

|…Oh well, guess I can entertain myself with this. It’s been a while since I had some fun.

| You puny human have blessed your presence among Chernobyl alongside my precious host Dawn…Introduce yourself

*Dawn suddenly froze up before looking at you.*

}…Please just leave

|…Sorry the cat is a little stubborn I’m pretty sure she meant it’s lovely to have you here

| Anyways let’s have a moment to get to know each other…

NOTES:

- This blog will mostly be used to add lore to my Sonic.EXE story while I’m still developing it.

- This blog aligns with things like horror, gore things like that. If you’re sensitive to that stuff don’t interact with this blog or at least be careful.

- Please check my character description on my main page for context about Chernobyl and the other characters.

- The mod is 19 and both characters are over 18 so I’m fine with suggestive things/asks but please don’t ask full blown NSFW questions. This may change in the future but for now this is the extent I want.

- If you’re planning on doing stuff like shipping (if you want) then please don’t ship Chernobyl with any of the victims mentioned in his introduction because that’s extremely gross and makes me feel uncomfortable. Also keep in mind that Chernobyl is Demisexual and Demiromantic so please don’t rush things.

- Adding on to the previous point if the creator of the character you’re planning on shipping Chernobyl with is uncomfortable with that stuff then please respect their boundaries and don’t ship.

- Chernobyl goes by he/him and Dawn The Cat uses any (their pronouns will change from time to time but for now it’s they/he/it).

- When Chernobyl is speaking it will start with ‘|’ and When Dawn is it’ll start with ‘}’.

TAGS:

#IC: CHERNOBYL [ HE’S HERE…WATCHING ]

#IC: DAWN THE CAT [ It’s A Pleasure Meeting You ]

#IC: MARY LEID [ I’m Sorry… ]

#IC: TRISTIN KIYOMOTO [ The Show Must Go On ]

#IC: LUCIANA ALEGRIA [ We Can’t Give Up…Right? ]

#IC: AYDEN NETT [ Let’s Have Some Fun ]

#IC: ELIJAH ROBERTS [ Need For Speed? ]

#IC: LUCA TODD [ I Have To Get Stronger ]

#IC: BLAKE EVERETT [ I Do Chuckle ]

#IC: MIA WELLS [ You Can Do This ]

#IC: GRACE ELLIOT [ Hope You Have A Great Time ]

#IC: RYAN HUNTER [ I’m Not Always The Bad Guy ]

#IC: SEINA MAXWELL [ Can I Sleep Now? ]

#IC: SONIC THE HEDGEHOG [ Gotta Go Fast ]

#IC: MILES ‘TAILS’ PROWER [ Adventure Mode ]

#IC: KNUCKLES THE ECHIDNA [ Knock Knock ]

#IC: AMY ROSE [ Have No Fear Amy Rose Is Here! ]

#IC: DR EGGMAN [ There’s Nowhere Left To Run Sonic ]

#OCC: […SILENCE, THAT’S ALL I CAN MUSTER UP ]

#RP: [ IT’S FUN PLAYING WITH YOU HUMANS ]

#ART: [ MY OWN CREATION ]

#ASK: [ IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY? ]

#ANON ASK: [ REVEAL YOURSELF BEFORE SHOWING YOUR PRESENCE TO ME ]

#LORE: [ WHY ARE YOU PRYING? ]

#SUGGESTIVE: [ DON’T BE AFRAID…YOU CAN COME CLOSER ]

#CONTENT WARNING: [ CAN’T HANDLE A LITTLE HORROR? ]

#SHIPPINGCONTENT: [ …GUESS THIS ISN’T THAT BAD ]

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Here's an idea: what Monster High doll would you assign to each of your f/os? Based on who they would choose themselves or what you would give to them, doesn't matter.

– villain-in-love

*clenches fists* oh my god, your mind!! I fucking love this idea, why didn't I think of this??

Just to note.. I'll probably assign them based on the MH characters that I know from my childhood. I don't know all of them 😖

HABIT - As I commented under my other post, I think he'd like Clawdeen! Mainly because she speaks her mind and can be pretty sassy, and I think he'd love that she's a werewolf. Maybe some runner-ups are Twyla (rabbit and dream motifs, which also suits HABIT's) and I guess Spectra could also work since HABIT is compared to ghosts a lot, but I don't know if he'd care for her personality. And I know I have 3 already.. but I'm going to throw Venus in too. I think he'd love her sense of style a lot.

Evan - I think he'd also love Clawdeen, to be honest. Again, werewolf, Evan is basically my werewolf bf. He also loves zombies, so I think he'd like Ghoulia too! Evan is a collector of many things as well (mainly knives), so he understands the appeal. He might jokingly ask how i can sleep at night with their eyes on me, but he doesn't judge. He would 100% play dolls with me, gives everyone their own goofy voices and personalities.

Kappa - I have no idea how this 1960s cultist dude would even react to MH dolls. Hmm... I think if he had to choose a fave, it would be Sarah Screams, since her fashion is 60s inspired, so in his head, she's dressed the most "normal" djdndn. in a similar sense, I think he'd like Viperine for her style, and I think he'd appreciate that she's inspired by Ancient Greek mythology.

Josef - Another Clawdeen fan here.. she's just that iconic. Of course, he would choose a werewolf. Maybe he'd also like Clawd?? I think he would be so cute about my interest in collecting. Genuinely interested in them and wants to know what I enjoy about collecting, the different characters, all of their names, ect. I think he would appreciate the concept of dolls based around classic movie monsters too!

Bo - I would literally tie this man down to a chair and force him to learn the entire MH lore. So he will be well-versed. He doesn't have a favourite character because "dolls are for girls!!" (It's Honey Swamp). But honestly, despite anything he says, i don't think he would mind my interest in doll collecting. I think he'd scrape some money together to buy me one for my birthday, or something. The only problem is that the sweltering heat of Ambrose might melt them :(

Jay - DJDJF HE DEFO WOULD PLAY DOLLS WITH ME.. gets super into it, puts on the voices and everything. Roleplays the most outrageous scenarios. His fave would have to be Venus, of course, because "she defo grows weed."

Beetlejuice - I mean... this man has two collector dolls now. He chooses himself!! Fjdng he's self-absorbed ^^; I think he'd own them and put them on his desk or something lmao

🥃 - his masculinity complex is genuinely too threatened by the idea of playing with dolls djdnd. I think since he's also very traditional/from the 1950s, the concept of monster high in general would bother him. If he had to choose, it might be Cupid because "she's at least an angel, not a damn demon like the rest of 'em."

🎪 - also from the 1950s, but not as headstrong about traditional values. It's actually interesting to think about the fact that a lot of the OG horror films were coming out during this time. I wonder what he would make of MH's concept of having the daughter of the classic monsters from these movies that would've been coming out at the time. But anyway... since he's from the circus, I think he'd like the Freak du Chic line the most. I think he'd like Gooliope, or really any character included in that line.

🛻 - he wouldn't normally bother with dolls, but he'd nurture my interest in them for sure. I think he'd probably be one of my f/os who is most-likely to spoil me as a collector, lmao. As for his favourite, hm... its tough to say. I think it would be whoever I like the most, so Draculaura, Elissabat and Twyla.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

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HI MIKE!!!!!! I'll answer these for my darling husband!

4. Who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon? Do you ever switch?

Most of the time, Ash is the little spoon. It just works out nicely since he's a lot bigger than she is and she likes to be held. K.yohei is very used to his friends always grabbing him and using him as a human shield (as you can see in the gif hehe!) so he doesn't mind holding his wife at all.

They do switch it up every now and then. The first time, it was just K.yohei asking Ash if they could. He was honestly a little shy and embarrassed about it, but Ash gives him a little kissie and tells him that it's alright and that she'd love to hold him!

He's never really been little spoon before in any of his relationships, but he grows to quite love it. He falls asleep very quickly, but not before telling his (then) girlfriend that he loves her so much.

Also, I have waist-length hair and as much as K.yohei loves touching it and feeling it and all that, he will admit that sometimes it gets all up in his face when they try to cuddle LMAO.

So yeah! Most of the time it's Ash as little spoon, but sometimes he just really wants wife cuddles. They don't mind either way though!

Their favorite way to cuddle is with Ash's head on his chest. It's usually how they sleep too. Ash loves to talk (as I'm sure everyone knows very well by now 💀) so K.yohei loves it so much when his wife has his head there and is rambling on and on about god knows what.

This S/I is most similar to irl me, so she's very into a lot of video games and the such. As a result, K.yohei, too, becomes very knowledgeable on gaming lore. Thank you for listening to my, my dear husband 🙏🏽 He also fuels my Pikachu merch collection!

8. Are you the kind of couple to hold each other when one of you is scared, stressed, or sad? If not, how do you reassure each other?

Yeah!

When Ash is anxious or scared or sad or whatnot, she really loves to be held. Snuggled into his chest... His arms around her as he whispers sweet little nothings to her... Maybe he even lets her hair down... It's a good way to help Ash relax.

If not that, just a hand on her shoulder or something is good. Physical touch helps ground her and Ash gets a lot of comfort from it.

In the off-chance that she doesn't want to be held, they usually just talk about things. These two were best friends before they ever fell in love, so they're very open about communication. If they're talking and they're alone, Ash will have her head on his chest or he snuggled into his side.

K.yohei is sorta the opposite in which whenever he has something bugging him, he's gonna wanna talk about it. He has a habit of keeping things to himself, so it means a lot that Ash always gives a listening ear.

She gives him a hug anyway, but talking about things is usually his preferred way to feel better. Cuddles usually always come afterwards though. Ash always has her head on his chest, but he loves her chest a lot too. It's comfy and cushioned!

[kotamagic]

It's that time of the week again where we dive again into Lore Olympus...

According to the nurse, Zeus' organs are working fine, but he's still comatose and they don't know how to get him out of it.

Also, glad to see no one (relevant) is falling for the fib that Hebe poisoned Zeus. As far as anyone that knows her is concerned, she was close to her dad. There was no indication of any bad intentions. Still, Hebe left (at Apollo's shitty advice), so at the very least, it's cause for suspicion. Hebe was definitely scared and upset, and that's why she accepted Apollo's advice.

This was definitely smart. Keeping Persephone in the loop about this stupid meeting without forcing her to face Apollo was the best thing to do. It's also a good idea in case some fucky shit goes down at that meeting. I suspect Apollo will do something super shady, and having a "leak" to someone out of Apollo's reach means that something can be done about it.

It makes perfect sense that the goddess of magic would have a huge, private library. Those old texts on the verge of crumbling? "Magic" in the broadest sense of the term, has existed since humans grew an imagination to explain why the world works the way that it does. It's old AF.

So, this research is to try finding Erebos so that Persephone can ask if her powers were what got fudged with when she ate the pomegranate. Possibly, but we shall see.

This guilt is TOTALLY understandable, but none of those injuries were Morpheus' fault. That shit is ALL on Kronos. (Possibly and unintentionally Melinoe's as well.)

Morpheus was legitimately trying to help, and I feel Kronos took advantage of their nervousness to cause mayhem.

I'm very glad that Persephone asked if they were OK after those incidents. Even if Morpheus is too scared to open up about it, Persephone is letting them know that it's OK to talk about it.

Oh, is the purple asshole having second thoughts about his actions? Too bad. Also, guessing that's Ouranos talking in Apollo's mind. Oh, so the others don't have a say in the matter? We'll see about that.

I'm pleased to see that the other gods take Apollo about as seriously as they should. And by that, I mean not at all. The amount of "Fuck you, Apollo" in this meeting ranges from violence, to Nope, to sarcasm.

Remember this classic? Same vibes.

*chef's kiss*

This asshole really thought Persephone was going to come to this meeting and take his shit? No way in Olympus, Underworld, or the Mortal Realm. I don't doubt he wanted her in close proximity to try using her powers.

DENIED, BITCH!

Also, really appreciate the threatening vibe Hades is giving off.

Another good reason for Persephone to stay in the Underworld--- if Hades gets mad at Apollo (as seen here), there is the very real risk that he'll (intentionally or not) weaponize Persephone's fertility goddess powers to thrash the ever-living fuck out of Apollo.

I plan to do a second post regarding other points of note for this episode, but that will have to wait until I've gotten some sleep.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my LO post!

[alliluyevas]

for the asoiaf asks! 1, 10, 34!

thank you lol i thought no one was going to ask me anything

Favorite Great House

um...this is kind of a hard question like...in terms of vibe/region/history or in terms of evaluating the actual family/characters? Because in terms of which contemporary to the series family dynamic I find most interesting it does have to be the Lannisters but if you look more at lore and history and the region I think it would maybe be Greyjoy or Stark.

A quote so good it makes you crazy

god first off I really need to reread. this is the first scene that came to mind, though.

"Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman's hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What were my favorite foods? It all fades. Sometimes I think I was born on the bloody grass in that grove of ash, with the taste of fire in my mouth and a hole in my chest. Are you my mother, Thoros?"

chills every time!

What’s something people get wrong about your favorite character?

um. my favorite character is probably Catelyn if I had to pick one and I feel like it's hard to come up with something because I don't think I really have any unpopular takes among Catelyn appreciators, the unpopular opinion is that I am a Catelyn appreciator. Like obviously I disagree with the people who hate her or find her uninteresting, so I would say the general population of fans is sleeping on her. Actually even among my Trusted ASOIAF Mutuals who have generally good Catelyn opinions and like her I feel like she just doesn't garner as intense interest as a lot of other characters. IDK, I feel like I'm definitely in a tiny tiny minority of people who would list Catelyn as their very favorite or even top few characters so there's just like a lot less discussion and analysis of her to agree with or disagree with.

So maybe I should answer this question for Theon who is my other favorite character. I've definitely seen other Theon fans agree with me here, but I think it's definitely a minority opinion in general fandom--I think Theon can and should survive the series, and I actually will be really disappointed if he doesn't (not just like oh no my fave died, I actually think it would be a bad narrative choice. Whereas like, if Jaime dies I will be upset personally but I think there are a lot of good narrative routes for him that end in death and I think Theon narratively needs to live.) Also, this is more a theory/opinion than a character/narrative evaluation, I guess, but it's even more unpopular: I think Theon will/should end up in charge of the Iron Islands. I'm not 100% confident about this, except when I get in my head about it and start going I Perceived This With My Third Eye. Anyway.