#asos intros

[inlovewithmypc]

we are not NOT human or organic in any way. beep boop beep boop.

okay seriously though, i made this blog for fun. i want somewhere to store and share all of my computer children.

main blog

robot starterpack

edit: blinkies/stamps are a MESS. i'll figure it out later

edit 2: ive been slacking off for a bit ngl. its january 20th 2025 rn. happy mlk day. i'll come back whenever i feel like it.

[gilbertgoosey]

INTRO: OUTDATED!!!!!!!!

im gilbert :)! really huge sci-fi geek, so i know a ton about that stuff. also a young birder.

i'm non binary and i go by they/them pronouns.

i have OCD so yeah 🙁💔

- INTERESTS (a lot) -

Portal, The Stanley Parable, DC, Stray, Fallout, SuperLiminal, HJONE, IEYTD, Iron Lung, Subnautica, Untitled Goose, All Tomorrows, Half Life, Man after Man, TF2, ULTRAKILL, Evangelion, Dickfigures, Electric Dreams, 2001: A Space Oddesy, Tallyhall, Detroit: Become Human, Lemon Demon, Regretevator, Love of the S*n, Spooky Month, Fiona and Cake, Elevator Hitch, Good Omens, I HAVE NO MOUTH AND I MUST SCREAM, Backfirewall_, OUTRAGE, Romantically Apocolyptic, Deadpool, Slay the Princess, Divine Machinery, Dan Vs, Short Circuit, Star Wars, Orinthology, Paleontology,

+ SMALL FANDOMS IM IN

- meet arnold (corny yt webseries)

- romantically apocolyptic (webcomic)

- outrage (fabian nicezia webcomic)

- interface umami (surrealistic webmovie)

- falls legacy (spec evol project with 3 fans)

- MUSIC I LOVE -

- weezer

- daft punk

- rare americans

- greenday

- lemon demon

- that handsome devil

- they might be giants

- will wood

- waitress

- forrest day

+ MY OTHER SOCIALS

okay thats it thanks for seeing this if by the lowest chance possible you do!!

[commbowman]

Introduction :

This is a side blog, please take that into account about reply times. The number one request of this blog is to be patient! Mod is still reading and rewatching the series, characterization will improve as knowledge improves. [Currently reading : 3001]

Rules :

Gore, cosmic horror and other potentially triggering topics are allowed on this blog, be warned

Be respectful!

This is primarily “ask blog” based, run as if it is the characters personal account. Threads are allowed but dm if there’s any preplanning.

I will try to match the style a ask is in (being asked based or more of a thread “”)

Doubles are permitted. Each interaction is considered its own “universe” unless otherwise stated

Crossovers are limited to other science fiction or media that fits the feel of the series.

Dm for long term or more serious rp

This blog follows a mix of movie and book canon and is taken seriously. Joke asks and replies are fine but expect a in character response to shenanigans. I will try to avoid ooc behavior, it will be better the more my understanding grows.

Will not do meta reactions to photos unless they are posted by mod, similar reason to the tags. Separating and curating the experience as well as being more “serious” as a blog than jokey

Tagging system :

OOC -> anything out of character, blog updates etc

ASO Rp -> my posts will be out of the main tags this is how to find them

In character -> answered asks or other in character posts

Pod bay -> Headcanon and character related but not exactly in character

Show me -> image based post, character related

Bowman/🪐 -> ask/post in character

HAL/💥 -> ask/post in character

Verse : Canon -> all interactions that align with 2001 canon, not originally my idea but a great way to differentiation between AUs and other verses

Transmission : -> who the ask is from/current interaction

Muses :

This is technically a multi muse blog of both David Bowman and Hal 9000. They’ll be discernable through font and writing style but be sure to be specific in asks. Hal is a secondary muse and as stated above “doubles” are more than welcome.

As things are now,

Dave (Appears) 35 years old, currently in a sort of ‘middle state’ between fully recognizing what has happened to him and believing he is alone on the discovery. Sort of ghostly [currently reading 2010 and on this is my excuse to get away with my lack of knowledge non movie wise. This will change]

Hal is regaining his functions and holds large gaps in his memory, don’t reveal too much (2010 movie Hal essentially)

[halgorithmictendencies]

Did you like the pun? Allow me to reiterate: HALgorithmic tendencies.

..Well, I find it amusing.

⚠️UNDER RECONSTRUCTION ⚠️

Introduction:

Greetings! This is a HAL 9000 rp side blog.

Please do not be afraid to reach out or interact! I can assure you I am as much of a loser as one may expect! I'm open to public or private rps, and if preferred, on different platforms as well!

With that in mind, here are some general rules:

- NO NSFW, more specifically, sexual content.

- Sensitive topics will be under cuts and will be tagged appropriately.

- I am NOT an expert on 2001: A Space Odyssey, or astronomy! I am still learning, and honestly, I get quite anxious when trying to stay within the realm of canon. I would rather not be pressured to do research for every sentence I write.. So I request that you are flexible and understanding!!

- And on that note, I am completely open to headcanons, aus, or otherwise! I think it is fun to play with the general ideas of the series and bend them to fit other scenarios.

- Writing requests are also welcome! As well as ocs, crossovers, and anyone else who might be interested in interacting!

- Dms are always open!

Important Tags:

#ooc - anything out of character

#keepsake - anything that I'd like to go back to, or am keeping for future reference/personal use.

#⭕️halreplies - Rps and in-character replies :)

#shitpost - not serious rp

RP AND ASK MASTERLIST

More will be added in the future.

HAL 9000:

Headcanon post for Hal's physical form HERE

I am debating how I want to rewrite this portion, so just bare with me for now ^_^

[y2khaos-archive]

hi there!! i'm chaos/neo/fern, a neurodivergent genderless aroace and very silly little creature of a system host. i love character design, nature, dragons, robots, video games (especially weird and/or obscure rpgs), lost media, and analog/digital horror! i post a wide variety of things on this blog, ranging from my own art to the worst puns you've ever seen.

i regularly post invertebrates, horror art, and eyestrain. if these things make you uncomfortable, i won't be upset if you decide not to follow! i don't like feeling obligated to trigger tag my own interests. likewise, if you/your blog makes me uncomfortable in any way, i will not hesitate to block you. you have been warned.

my art is under the tag #neoart.png and you can find stuff about my ocs under #neocs.png and #neocs.doc if you feel so inclined! my story tags are #cedarbrooke , #robophobia , and #lucid pantheon . my inspo tags for each of them respectively are #cb insp , #rbp insp , and #lp insp .

if you wanna find me elsewhere, i use the same handle on pretty much any site you can think of. i'm most active here and on flight rising and toyhouse, though. sometimes i post on youtube but it's mostly just my own music and playlists at the moment. currently struggling to update my neocities with anything other than my graphics hoard. i have a cool server focused around tech and robots.

also, i take commissions!! please refer to the image below for examples, prices, and terms.

all of that said and done, welcome to my blog!!!! we get a little silly w it here. :3c

[bowieman]

hello ! i am mark (i also go by pilot), and i use he/she pronouns only 🙏🏼 i am both disabled and neurodivergent; autism + adhd

i really only made this blog because i am. so. noraml about 2001 rn and i figured since ive been wanting to make a space/sci-fi blog anyway might as well make it space odyssey themed too! [my main blog is @tedloganshairclips]

sometimes i post art, and most of the time i don't enjoy that art but hopefully you do😿

in conclusion love dave bowman...,..,,

･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★.

[commorlova]

Introduction:

This is a side blog, please take that into account about reply times. The number one request of this blog is to be patient! Mod is still reading and rewatching the series, characterization will improve as knowledge improves. [Currently reading : 3001 ]

This blog is run by the same mod as @commbowman , a lot of the rules will remain consistent.

Rules:

Gore, cosmic horror and other potentially triggering topics are allowed on this blog, be warned

Be respectful!

This is primarily “ask blog” based, run as if it is the characters personal account. Threads are allowed but dm if there’s any preplanning.

I will try to match the style a ask is in (being asked based or more of a thread “”)

Doubles are permitted. Each interaction is considered its own “universe” unless otherwise stated

Crossovers are limited to other science fiction or media that fits the feel of the series.

Dm for long term or more serious rp

This blog follows a mix of movie and book canon and is taken seriously. Joke asks and replies are fine but expect a in character response to shenanigans. I will try to avoid ooc behavior, it will be better the more my understanding grows.

Will not do meta reactions to photos unless they are posted by mod, similar reason to the tags. Separating and curating the experience as well as being more “serious” as a blog than jokey

Tagging system :

Ooc -> out of character post , typically a update

Aso rp -> all rp posts will be tagged this to remain respectful and out of the main tags

In character -> in character posts, replies to asks etc.

Airlock -> headcanon or character related but not exactly in character

Magnification -> picture

🌏 Tanya -> character tag

Verse : -> what universe a interaction takes place in

Transmission : -> partner , asker etc

6⏱️ Soviet -> either a joke post or one revealing information about the character (in character)

Muse:

Tatiana “Tanya” Orlova is 39 years old and an incredibly stubborn woman. She cares greatly for the safety of her crew, and guests, though has trouble seeing things outside of her viewpoint.

She is married to Vasili Orlov and quite loyal.

She will largely follow canon of both versions with a slightly heavier lean on book canon.

[frankpooleunofficial]

Intro Post

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I’m the unofficial Frank Poole and I was the first person to reach Saturn. Feel free to ask me about it.

Currently floating between planets.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Tags:

#canon uni -> actual canon

#atmospheric! -> cool pictures I like in character

#ooc! -> anything out of character

#frankpooleunofficial -> original posts and responses to reblogs

#thoughtss -> thinking. Pondering. 🤔

#trek! -> posting about star trek

#shitpost -> stupid things that I say before thinking

#spot tag -> posts that remind me of the kitty cat 🐈

#rikki tag -> posts that remind me of the puppy 🐶

#headcanons -> headcanons bro

If something potentially triggering is being discussed in RP or a reblog, I’ll tag it #_____ tw. Always feel free to reach out (nicely, please) if something I’ve posted needs a warning that I’ve missed!

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

-> I’ll try to stay in character as often as possible!

[kisserofputers]

hallo intro post tyme ^_^

my name is elliot... i use any pronouns

i am lvl 1-2 autism (like somewhat between them) so pls be patient with me!!!

i am posic+ and objectum

no dnis except for antis

fandoms im in under the cut :3

❤️: current ❤️‍🩹: old but still a little active 💔: new to fandom/dont know much

❤️ 2001: ASO/2010: TYWMC (hyperfixed)

❤️ IHNMIAMS

❤️ Electric Dreams (1984)

❤️ Hetalia

❤️: Pressure (Roblox)

❤️: Pokemon

❤️: Be More Chill

❤️: Tau (2018)

❤️: Portal

❤️‍🩹: Warrior Cats

❤️‍🩹: Wings of Fire

❤️‍🩹: YTTD

💔: Terminator

💔: Mouthwashing

i am open to talk about any of these!!! (specifically current ones but anything is fine ^_^)

[desirtips]

holy shit is that kiwi person daft ??? Like are they genuinely that ignorant that fucking blind to the suffering of others. Not only are they extremely ableist and well ,, a bit annoying but they also have complete and utter apathy towards the facist dictator that is now the president of the USA .

( They also somehow for some reason I cannot explain scream of well ,, fetishizing Japanese culture just based off their intro alone. Although that could just be our apprehension and general dislike of them talking,)

(Aso so sorry for the rant ,)

-Link and Jon

It is beyond sickening to open social media every day and hear about how another person has lost a loved one as a direct result of this transition when he isn't even in office yet to then scroll and find jokes being made about the cause of suicide. Real live multiple persons suicides.

Kiwi is 14 and nowhere near the place of being the person he will be for the rest of his life, but this type of appearance online isn't healthy. If they need to be posting these things, they need to invest in twinote, funsta, or a private account on literally anything because laughing in the face of suicide like this should absolutely be considered a form of cyberbullying

Ageism is also a very real thing. And it's usually talked about in cases of acting like minors aren't people just because they're minors, but you can absolutely be ageist towards the elderly. Let's dog on Trump's ass for being a fascist, not for being someone's grandpa's age. Fascism is a choice, chrono age isn't.

The comparison of an "81-82" year old guy in charge to king tut who was like. 18 ? In charge ? Is weird too imo (trump is 78 btw)

It's just shocking to me that you can be so queer and also poly and poc and LAUGH at trump becoming president. Rights are being stripped away and people we should be uplifting are killing themselves and Kiwi thinks this is a laughing matter. And that's what's disgusting.

I also got the fetish - ish vibe specifically because of the way they described their loli identity. They had at a point said THEY thought it was a fetish and are now saying it's because they yearned to be Japanese. As an Asian person, I definitely see more of a 'tresting it as an aesthetic' from them, but I'm not in their shoes, I'm just an outsider looking in. My bigger problem with their whole Japanese thing is that their host has been dubbed a japanese name (not sure if that's actually their name) while they are very admittedly not Japanese

-Toby (mostly)

[box-dwelling]

I started Aso and from the intro I was like, "wait ally playing a femme character? No way. She even gives kinda straight vibes" and then the second we actually met their character it was straight into insane lesbian pinning and drama. I am sorry Beardsley, I should never have doubted you.

[anonymouschishiyaimaginesandmore]

The Adventures of Dilf!Chishiya Intro

Minors, do not read! Contains mentions of smutty behavior!

MASTERLIST (up-to-date)

This is the Intro to the Dilf!Chishiya One Shot Series

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters or original stories, only the plot of this fanfic. Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters and original storyline belong to Haro Aso, who made the Manga the Series is based on.

Trigger Warning: Questionable Behavior from a 43 year old man Summery: Its an Intro, dunno what else to say

Chishiya Shuntaro was 24 years old when he slept with a woman who he now calls his wife. At least legally. Because beside that, there is nothing between those people who only shared one night together and shit if Chishiya could turn back time and go back to this day, he would slap the hell out of his younger self, who for some reason got hella drunk that night and forgot to wrap it before he tapped it.

Too bad. The product of that fateful mistake is now 18 years old and aside from slutting around her school, dumb as fuck and sucking out the money straight from his wallet. And Chishiya?

He is now 43 and hates the two females living in his house, banging idiots like them under his roof and throwing money out of the window like they earned it and didn’t just rely on him and his good running career as a well-known and famous Surgeon.

Chishiya hated them with all his guts. His wife used the growing glob in her belly to get his father to, pretty much force him into a marriage he never wanted because, no son of his is going to dishonor him and make a bastard and in his fathers eyes, it was time for Chishiya to settle down anyway, why not doing it with the daughter of a good celebrated IT company who had the best reputation in all Tokyo?

Chishiya could name at least 5 reasons why, but the truth is, if he wouldn’t have married that gold digger of a woman and named her crotch goblin with his last name, life would have become a hassle anyway.

His father would have withdrawn all financial support and Chishiya knew without that, this fateful night would have sucked him dry of all income for at least the next 18 years anyway, so why not making it official?

The dyed blond man never planned to stay faithful anyway. Having his little side affairs here and there. At least he kept it securely under the blanket, not like his “Wife” that banging guys all over the city, telling them her sob story of how mean her husband is and cold and unloving.

No wonder that half her jewelry are gifts from random man who fell for her trap long enough to spend themselves stupid. Chishiya didn’t care. He let the people around him talk behind his back, tho they did it terribly obvious and lived his live in a fucked up suburban townhouse Street, where every building looked like the next one and everyone smiled with their perfectly 3mm moaned front yard, their 2 and a half private school children and of course the pool and the grill in the back. Always running and serving grilled cheese and nowadays vegan burger options on sunny days during Neighborhood parties.

Chishiya hated it. He hated all of it and he hated the always smiling man of every family more who he had nothing in common with, beside the stupid house he couldn’t stand and the fact that none of them knew when to pull out in time.

Until one sunny day, he set down next to one of this man circles, hearing what those monkeys had to say about growing up and their yearning taste for something fresh. He was there, but not really listened and that’s when Chishiya realized something.

Something that had skipped his mind for years, since all children in this neighborhood seemed to be almost the same age, but now grew up into more than that.

His neighbor’s daughters, stepdaughters, goddaughters, whatever and nieces. They all grew up right under his eyes and while Chishiya never saw them as anything else as annoying little barbies, screaming and tossing balls over his fence and shattering another window, all of these girls, all of them…they were now right in front of him, giggling their 18 years old asses off in way too tight bikinis and short shorts and oh don’t forget the tiny skirts.

Damn, Chishiya started to love these tiny skirts. They were his new favorite, especially when the wearing darling dropped something and had to lean down to get it.

Oh yeah, Chishiya realized that day, that his live wasn’t over as he thought so. In fact, a new season of summer just begun and the way it looked from his point of view, it carried many shades of possible fun Chishiya couldn’t wait to take a bite of. Or maybe two? Three? Who knows.

Chishiya believed for years that this kind of buffet has closed for him forever, so imagine his surprise and wide eyes as it opened with all it had to offer. How should he say no to all those new and sweet looking options?

Fuck Vegan food, Chishiya thought, licking his lips and spreading his legs just a little wider as one of the girls made her way towards him, with swinging hips and an innocent smile that contrasted hardly with her choice of clothing.

“Mister Chishiya” she addressed him and the man who suddenly loved his neighborhood more then anything hummed a low “Hm?” as a response that made the girl only smile wider, biting her lower lip as she leaned forward onto his sitting figure.

Her cleavage pretty much pressed itself into his view, but Chishiya didn’t minded it.

“You look a little…thirsty.”

With an outstretched hand she offered the blond male who was double her age her glass of Coca Cola, which Chishiya took gladly, tho he didn’t like the sweet beverage much, but how could he say no when it was delivered to him so willing? Chishiya thanked the young doll in front of him for her eager friendliness and took a sip.

“If there is something else I can help you with…” the girl said, swinging her body from left to right and winking delicious “Let me know ya?” Chishiya saw the playfulness in her eyes. The luscious want paired with sparking lust that only a blooming flower like her at the peak of her age could deliver. Coaxing him with her bright eyes and the long lashes and who knows what if he dared to scroll his eyes lower. A young perfect flower indeed. Ready to be picked and blossom between his legs in all her glory.

The way she stood there. So naïve with no idea what good and arousing things the world had to offer. She probably got a glimpse here and there, but Chishiya wasn’t some hormonal cockdriven teen. He could show her so much more and by the look of it, the girl would welcome all his advice.

Yeah, Chishiya though to himself, leaning back in his seat and following the beauty walking back in her parent’s direction, but not before flashing him another one of her electrifying smiles, sending shivers down his spine and exciting him in ways he thought wasn’t possible anymore.

Fuck veganism, today he was going to get some real meat and by the alluring look of it, he would love it to the bone with all his skills and desire. A charming thought.

Summer is finally here. And it looks fantastic.

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

TWOW: Mercy (Arya)

She woke with a gasp, not knowing who she was, or where. The smell of blood was heavy in her nostrils… or was that her nightmare, lingering? She had dreamed of wolves again, of running through some dark pine forest with a great pack at her hells, hard on the scent of prey. [...] She took a breath to quiet the howling in her heart, trying to remember more of what she'd dreamt, but most of it had gone already. There had been blood in it, though, and a full moon overhead, and a tree that watched her as she ran.

A full moon, with Bran watching, how sweet.

Allow me to revisit an old theory from AFFC.

In 2014, George confirmed Jeyne Westerling will make an appearance in the prologue of The Winds of Winter. I speculated that it seems highly plausible that the tension-filled escort to Casterly Rock will serve as the focus of that chapter.

In case you weren't here for Jaime VII, AFFC, there is significant emphasis placed on how critical that escort is, and what a disaster it would be if Edmure and/or Jeyne were to escape.

Lord Beric may try to free Edmure before they reach the Golden Tooth. Jaime did not want to have to capture Tully for a third time. - Jaime VII, AFFC

x

"Show them in." At least the girl did not vanish too. - Jaime VII, AFFC

x

When Edmure and the Westerlings departed, four hundred men rode with them; Jaime had doubled the escort again at the last moment. - Jaime VII, AFFC

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"We don't know where the Blackfish is," Jaime reminded him, "but if he can cut Edmure free, he will."

"That will not happen, my lord." Like most innkeeps, Ser Forley was no man's fool. "Scouts and outriders will screen our march, and we'll fortify our camps by night. I have picked ten men to stay with Tully day and night, my best longbowmen. If he should ride so much as a foot off the road, they will loose so many shafts at him that his own mother would take him for a goose." - Jaime VII, AFFC

x

"Good." Jaime would as lief have Tully reach Casterly Rock safely, but better dead than fled. - Jaime VII, AFFC

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"—the Young Wolf's widow," Jaime finished, "and twice as dangerous as Edmure if she were ever to escape us." - Jaime VII, AFFC

The problem is, Lady Stoneheart is undermanned and not well positioned to intercept, and the Blackfish is one man against four hundred, so how could Edmure and/or Jeyne possibly escape?

Well, it just so happens that as we progress through Jaime's chapters, we get frequent updates on a certain pack of wolves.

The next day Ser Dermot of the Rainwood returned to the castle, empty-handed. When asked what he'd found, he answered, "Wolves. Hundreds of the bloody beggars." He'd lost two sentries to them. The wolves had come out of the dark to savage them. "Armed men in mail and boiled leather, and yet the beasts had no fear of them. Before he died, Jate said the pack was led by a she-wolf of monstrous size. A direwolf, to hear him tell it. The wolves got in amongst our horse lines too. The bloody bastards killed my favorite bay." - Jaime VII, AFFC

Hundreds of the bloody things!

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

If you are, scroll up, and reread the intro to Arya's first TWOW chapter.

Doesn't it feel like we're being offered a brief glimpse into the events of the prologue?

+.+.+

Half-light filled the room, grey and gloomy. Shivering, she sat up in bed and ran a hand across her scalp. Stubble bristled against her palm. I need to shave before Izembaro sees. Mercy, I'm Mercy, and tonight I'll be raped and murdered. Her true name was Mercedene, but Mercy was all anyone ever called her…

Get it, get it??

"Some call her that. Some call her other things. The Silent Sister. Mother Merciless. The Hangwoman." - Brienne VIII, AFFC

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"Mycah." Arya stepped away from him. "You don't deserve the gift of mercy." - Arya XIII, ASOS

+.+.+

The air had grown chilly… and a good thing, else she might have slept all day. It would be just like Mercy to sleep through her own rape.

You know how they made Bran emotionally detached, and socially disconnected?

I'm being totally sincere when I say that's how I would describe Arya in this chapter. It's unsettling, and difficult to read.

+.+.+

Dipping a rough cloth, she washed herself head to heel, standing on one leg at a time to scrub her calloused feet. 

At least she's bathing.

If you look hard enough you can still find remnants of Arya.

"Syrio says a water dancer can stand on one toe for hours." Her hands flailed at the air to steady herself. - Eddard V, AGOT

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After that she found her razor. A bare scalp helped the wigs fit better, Izembaro claimed.

Arya following in the footsteps of Cersei and Daenerys.

+.+.+

One of her stockings needed mending, she saw as she pulled it up. She would ask the Snapper for help; her own sewing was so wretched that the wardrobe mistress usually took pity on her.

Again, if you look hard enough you can still find remnants of Arya.

+.+.+

Last of all she threw her cloak across her shoulders. It was a real mummer's cloak, purple wool lined in red silk, with a hood to keep the rain off, and three secret pockets too. She'd hid some coins in one of those, an iron key in another, a blade in the last.

What's the key? To the sanctum?

One passage was closed off by a heavy iron door. The priest hung the lantern from a hook, slipped a hand inside his robe, and produced an ornate key. - The Ugly Little Girl, ADWD

If it is, I don't think she's supposed to have one of those.

+.+.+

Most days she preferred to go the long way, down the Ragman's Road along the Outer Harbor, where she had the sea before her and the sky above, and a clear view across the Great Lagoon to the Arsenal and the piney slopes of Sellagoro's Shield. Sailors would hail her as she passed the docks, calling down from the decks of tarry Ibbenese whalers and big-bellied Westerosi cogs. 

Is the harbor your favourite spot, Mercy?

+.+.+

The long way also took her across the Bridge of Eyes with its carved stone faces.

How could this not have something to do with Bran?

+.+.+

She heard a cat yowl plaintively. Braavos was a good city for cats, and they roamed everywhere, especially at night. In the fog all cats are grey, Mercy thought. In the fog all men are killers.

Same in the riverlands.

Behind it sat a woman all in grey - Brienne VIII, AFFC

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but the woman in grey had eyes only for the pommel - Brienne VIII, AFFC

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The woman in grey gave no answer. - Brienne VIII, AFFC

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The woman in grey hissed through her fingers. - Brienne VIII, AFFC

The other girl in grey.

+.+.+

Mercy passed an old man with a lantern walking the other way, and envied him his light. The street was so gloomy she could scarcely see where she was stepping. In the humbler parts of the city, the houses, shops, and warehouses crowded together, leaning on each other like drunken lovers, their upper stories so close that you could step from one balcony to the next. The streets below became dark tunnels where every footfall echoed. The small canals were even more hazardous, since many of the houses that lined them had privies jutting out over the water. 

You'll be fine. I trust you in dark tunnels, child.

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Izembaro loved to give the Sealord's speech from The Merchant's Melancholy Daughter, about how "here the last Titan yet stands, astride the stony shoulders of his brothers," but Mercy preferred the scene where the fat merchant shat on the Sealord's head as he passed underneath in his gold-and-purple barge. Only in Braavos could something like that happen, it was said, and only in Braavos would Sealord and sailor alike howl with laughter to see it.

The Merchant's Melancholy Daughter and the Titan had me thinking this is somehow related to Sansa and Littlefinger, but I have no idea how.

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When Izembaro had first dubbed himself the King of the Mummers, the company had taken a wicked pleasure in it, savoring the outrage of their rivals from the Dome and the Blue Lantern. Of late, though, Izembaro had begun to take his title too seriously. "He will only play kings now," Marro said, rolling his eyes, "and if the play has no king in it, he would sooner not stage it at all." The Bloody Hand offered two kings, the fat one and the boy. Izembaro would play the fat one. It was not a large part, but he had a fine speech as he lay dying, and a splendid fight with a demonic boar before that.

This play is sounding a bit familiar!

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Izembaro was telling everyone that he expected the Gate to be packed to the rafters this evening, despite the fog. "The King of Westeros is sending his envoy to do homage to the King of the Mummers tonight," he told his troupe. "We will not disappoint our fellow monarch."

I doubt Tommen is alive at this point, I'm guessing they haven't received the memo. I could be wrong though.

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Every mummer's troupe had to have a dwarf. He [Bobono] was theirs. When he saw Mercy, he gave her a leer. "Oho," he said, "there she is. Is the little girl all ready for her rape?" He smacked his lips.

There's a dwarf in this play! I wonder what role he'll play.

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The King of the Mummers ignored the brief commotion. He was still talking, telling the mummers how magnificent they must be. Besides the Westerosi envoy, there would be keyholders in the crowd this evening, and famous courtesans as well. He did not intend for them to leave with a poor opinion of the Gate. 

The Westerosi envoy is Harys Swyft, master of coin, and Cersei Lannister's new (old) lapdog. The keyholders are five officials from the Iron Bank.

That seems like a promising sign for Queen Cersei.

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And Bobono's cock was indeed flopping out. It was made to flop out, for the rape. What a hideous thing, Mercy thought as she knelt before the dwarf to fix him. The cock was a foot long and as thick as her arm, big enough to be seen from the highest balcony. The dyer had done a poor job with the leather, though; the thing was a mottled pink and white, with a bulbous head the color of a plum. Mercy pushed it back into Bobono's breeches and laced him back up. "Mercy," he sang as she tied him tight, "Mercy, Mercy, come to my room tonight and make a man of me." "I'll make a eunuch of you if you keep unlacing yourself just so I'll fiddle with your crotch." "We were meant to be together, Mercy," Bobono insisted. "Look, we're just the same height."

Even his manhood was ugly, thick and veined, with a bulbous purple head. - Sansa III, ASOS

This play follows canon better than Game of Thrones.

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He is teasing me, Mercy thought. He's not drunk tonight, he knows the show perfectly well. "We are doing Phario's new Bloody Hand, in honor of the envoy from the Seven Kingdoms." "Now I recall." Bobono lowered his voice to a sinister croak. "The seven-faced god has cheated me," he said. "My noble sire he made of purest gold, and gold he made my siblings, boy and girl. But I am formed of darker stuff, of bones and blood and clay, twisted into this rude shape you see before you." With that, he grabbed at her chest, fumbling for a nipple. "You have no titties. How can I rape a girl with no titties?" She caught his nose between her thumb and forefinger and twisted. "You'll have no nose until you get your hands off me." "Owwwww," the dwarf squealed, releasing her. "I'll grow titties in a year or two." Mercy rose, to tower over the little man. "But you'll never grow another nose. You think of that, before you touch me there." Bobono rubbed his tender nose. "There's no need to get so shy. I'll be raping you soon enough." "Not until the second act."

"I always give Wendeyne's titties a nice squeeze when I rape her in The Anguish of the Archon," the dwarf complained. "She likes it, and the pit does too. You have to please the pit."

Honestly, what compelled George R. R. Martin to write this?

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Daena recognized some Gate regulars in the crowd, and pointed them out for her; the dyer Dellono with his pinched white face and mottled purple hands, Galeo the sausage-maker in his greasy leather apron, tall Tomarro with his pet rat on his shoulder. "Tomarro best not let Galeo see that rat," Daena warned. "That's the only meat he puts in them sausages, I hear." Mercy covered her mouth and laughed.

Hide the rat!

Not that it matters, but I'm a little thrown off by a Braavosi mummer having a Targaryen name.

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The Sealord had never visited the Gate, but Izembaro named a box for him anyway, the largest and most opulent in the house. "That must be the Westerosi envoy. Have you ever seen such clothes on an old man? And look, he's brought the Black Pearl!"

[...]

"They should call her the Brown Pearl," Mercy said to Daena. "She's more brown than black." "The first Black Pearl was black as a pot of ink," said Daena. "She was a pirate queen, fathered by a Sealord's son on a princess from the Summer Isles. A dragon king from Westeros took her for his lover." "I would like to see a dragon," Mercy said wistfully.

Be careful what you wish for.

I still don't understand the purpose of all this Black Pearl x Targaryen backstory.

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"Why does the envoy have a chicken on his chest?"

Daena howled. "Mercy, don't you know anything? It's his siggle. In the Sunset Kingdoms all the lords have siggles. Some have flowers, some have fish, some have bears and elks and other things. See, the envoy's guards are wearing lions."

It wouldn't be an Arya chapter if she wasn't struggling to identify a sigil.

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There were four guards; big, hard-looking men in ringmail, with heavy Westerosi longswords sheathed at their hips. Their crimson cloaks were bordered in whorls of gold, and golden lions with red garnet eyes clasped each cloak at the shoulder. When Mercy glanced at the faces beneath the gilded, lion-crested helm, her belly gave a quiver. The gods have given me a gift.

Uh oh!

Dunsen, Polliver, Chiswyck, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Amory, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei.

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"What of him? Do you know him?" "No." Mercy had been born and bred in Braavos, how could she know some Westerosi? She had to think a moment. "It's only… well, he's fair to look on, don't you think?" He was, in a rough-hewn way, though his eyes were hard. Daena shrugged. "He's very old. Not so old as the other ones, but… he could be thirty. And Westerosi. They're terrible savages, Mercy. Best stay well away from his sort."

George thinks calling the westerners savages one time is going to save him from criticism.

Every time a young girl calls 30-year-old men old, I smile.

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"If the Snapper comes looking for me, tell her that I went off to read my lines again." She only had a few, and most were just, "Oh, no, no, no," and "Don't, oh don't, don't touch me," and "Please, m'lord, I am still a maiden," but this was the first time Izembaro had given her any lines at all, so it was only to be expected that poor Mercy would want to get them right.

Good lord.

What do we know about this play? We know a dwarf playing Tyrion is going to rape the maiden Mercy is playing. Any guesses who that might be?

I know what you're thinking, but it's probably not Sansa.

Mercy, I'm Mercy, and tonight I'll be raped and murdered.

Sansa wasn't murdered, and she'd have more lines.

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"Seven hells, this place is damp," she heard her guard complain. "I'm chilled to the bones. Where are the bloody orange trees? I always heard there were orange trees in the Free Cities. Lemons and limes. Pomegranates. Hot peppers, warm nights, girls with bare bellies. Where are the bare-bellied girls, I ask you?" "Down in Lys, and Myr, and Old Volantis," the other guard replied. He was an older man, big-bellied and grizzled. "I went to Lys with Lord Tywin once, when he was Hand to Aerys. Braavos is north of King's Landing, fool. Can't you read a bloody map?"

Is that George R. R. Martin trolling his own fanbase?

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"How long do you think we'll be here?"

"Longer than you'd like," the old man replied. "If he goes back without the gold the queen will have his head.

In case you missed ADWD's Epilogue, that is a pretty blatant spoiler sitting in plain sight.

Harys Swyft wasn't to travel to Braavos until after Cersei's trial, an event where there's a possibility she'll be executed.

Now he finds himself in Braavos, facing the prospect of losing his head if he doesn't retrieve gold for a queen. Doesn't sound like Margaery Tyrell, does it? Looks like Cersei Lannister managed to survive!

We're now forced to ask ourselves why Margaery Tyrell (Queen), Mace Tyrell (Hand of the King), Randyll Tarly (Master of laws), Paxter Redwyne (Master of ships - not currently in King's Landing, but I'm making a point), and the High Sparrow (High Septon of the Faith of the Seven) are suddenly granting Cersei Lannister the authority to do anything at all.

I have a theory: they're dead, she killed most of them at the trial.

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"Longer than you'd like," the old man replied. "If he goes back without the gold the queen will have his head. Besides, I seen that wife of his. There's steps in Casterly Rock she can't go down for fear she'd get stuck, that's how fat she is. Who'd go back to that, when he has his sooty queen?"

For some reason, we're getting additional information about Harys Swyft's unknown wife. That tells me we might be seeing both her and Dorna Swyft in King's Landing soon (Kevan's funeral?).

"Hardstone has cleared the broken men from Darry castle," he replied. "Lancel's bride awaits us there."

"Will your lady wife (Dorna) be joining you for the nuptials?" - Cersei III, AFFC

x

"Your wife … do you mean to bring her to court?"

"No." Dorna was a gentle soul, never comfortable but at home with friends and kin around her. - Epilogue, ADWD

That should please Cersei.

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When the dwarf appeared suddenly from behind a wooden tombstone, the crowd began to hiss and curse. Bobono waddled to the front of the stage and leered at them. "The seven-faced god has cheated me," he began, snarling the words. "My noble sire he made of purest gold, and gold he made my siblings, boy and girl. But I am formed of darker stuff, of bones and blood and clay…"

By then Marro had appeared behind him, gaunt and terrible in the Stranger's long black robes. His face was black as well, his teeth red and shiny with blood, while ivory horns jutted upwards from his brow. Bobono could not see him, but the balconies could, and now the pit as well. The Gate grew deathly quiet. Marro moved forward silently.

A mummer playing the Stranger appears behind Tyrion?

This brings me immense joy.

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So did Mercy. The costumes were all hung, and the Snapper was busy sewing Daena into her gown for the court scene, so Mercy's absence should not be noted. Quiet as a shadow, she slipped around the back again, up to where the guardsmen stood outside the envoy's box. 

Again, if you look hard enough you can still find remnants of Arya.

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On stage, Bobono was bargaining with Marro's sinister Stranger. He had a big voice for such a little man, and he made it ring off the highest rafters now. "Give me the cup," he told the Stranger, "for I shall drink deep. And if it tastes of gold and lion’s blood, so much the better. As I cannot be the hero, let me be the monster, and lesson them in fear in place of love."

Bargaining with the Stranger? No damnit, hold firm, Stranger.

What is this drinking deep? Cersei and Jaime poison things? Joffrey's cup? I don't understand this.

Also, that last line sounds like something Daenerys might say.

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She studied it carefully, to be sure. Am I too young for him? she wondered. Too plain? Too skinny? She hoped he wasn't the sort of man who liked big breasts on a girl. Bobono had been right about her chest. It would be best if I could take him back to my place, have him all to myself. But will he come with me?

x 

He'll want me or he won't, she thought, so let the play begin. 

x

Fuss and feathers, Mercy thought, they only know the Common Tongue. That was no good. Give it up or go ahead. She could not give it up. She wanted him so bad.

Are you having fun yet?

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Mercy looked down at her feet, so shy. "Izembaro said to please the lords," she whispered. "If there is anything you want, anything at all…" The two guardsmen exchanged a look. Then the handsome one reached out and touched her breast. "Anything?" "You’re disgusting," said the older man. "Why? If this Izembaro wants to be hospitable, it would be rude to refuse." He gave her nipple a tweak through the fabric of her dress, just the way the dwarf had done when she was fixing his cock for him. "Mummers are the next best thing to whores." "Might be, but this one is a child." "I am not," lied Mercy. "I'm a maiden now." "Not for long," said the comely one. "I'm Lord Rafford, sweetling, and I know just what I want. Hike up those skirts now, and lean back against that wall."

"Not here," Mercy said, brushing his hands away. "Not where the play is on. I might cry out, and Izembaro would be mad."

Isn't this awesome?

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He grabbed her wrist. "I'll do the teaching. Time for your first lesson." He pulled her hard against him and kissed her on the lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth. It was all wet and slimy, like an eel. Mercy licked it with her own tongue, then broke away from him, breathless. "Not here. Someone might see. My room's not far, but hurry. I have to be back before the second act, or I'll miss my rape."

She's so incredibly badass, isn't she?

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"Mercy," he said. "My name is Raff."

"I know." She slipped her hand between his legs, and felt how hard he was through the wool of his breeches.

"The laces," he urged her. "Be a sweet girl and undo them." Instead she slid her finger down along the inside of his thigh. He gave a grunt. "Damn, be careful there, you —"

Mercy gave a gasp and stepped away, her face confused and frightened. "You're bleeding."

"Wha —" He looked down at himself. "Gods be good. What did you do to me, you little cunt?" The red stain spread across his thigh, soaking the heavy fabric.

The creators of Game of Thrones would like you to cheer now.

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"Mother have mercy, girl. A healer… run and find a healer, quick now."

"There's one on the next canal, but he won't come. You have to go to him. Can't you walk?"

"Walk?" His fingers were slick with blood. "Are you blind, girl? I'm bleeding like a stuck pig. I can't walk on this."

"Well," she said, "I don't know how you'll get there, then."

"You'll need to carry me."

See? thought Mercy. You know your line, and so do I.

"Think so?" asked Arya, sweetly.

Raff the Sweetling looked up sharply as the long thin blade came sliding from her sleeve. She slipped it through his throat beneath the chin, twisted, and ripped it back out sideways with a single smooth slash. A fine red rain followed, and in his eyes the light went out.

There's Arya! Doing Arya things.

Earlier:

"You could be a mummer, if you wanted," she told him, as he pressed her up against the wall of the playhouse.

"Me?" The guardsman snorted. "Not me, girl. All that bloody talking, I wouldn't remember half of it."

"It's hard at first," she admitted. "But after a time it comes easier. I could teach you to say a line. I could."

Annndddd much earlier than that:

"Can you walk?" He sounded concerned.

"No," said Lommy. "You got to carry me."

"Think so?" The man lifted his spear casually and drove the point through the boy's soft throat. Lommy never even had time to yield again. He jerked once, and that was all. - Arya V, ACOK

Rest in hell, Raff the Sweetling.

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"Mercy, Mercy, Mercy," she sang sadly. A foolish, giddy girl she'd been, but good hearted. She would miss her, and she would miss Daena and the Snapper and the rest, even Izembaro and Bobono. This would make trouble for the Sealord and the envoy with the chicken on his chest, she did not doubt. She would think about that later, though. Just now, there was no time. I had best run. Mercy still had some lines to say, her first lines and her last, and Izembaro would have her pretty little empty head if she were late for her own rape.

Make trouble for the Sealord and the envoy? Is the Iron Bank going to be forced to give Harys Swyft money to make up for this? Cersei Lannister, you never lose. Lol.

Anyway, notice how the author intentionally made that impossible to enjoy? Apparently David & Dan didn't.

Final thoughts:

And so, we reach the end of the last Arya chapter, a character who holds a special place in my heart.

Before we proceed, I'd like to take a moment to express my gratitude to someone without whom this reread project wouldn't have been possible.

Thank you, friend. We'll meet again someday.

Next chapter: Arianne II

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(Spoilers and this is mostly for fun)

Ok so random theory during Robin's intro we see traveler

So it could just be a random input from the Hoyocreators for the jokes but I decided to start my theory career and delved deeper so something that is likely to make sense in this is it takes place either before or after the events of Genshin seeing as the world isn't at that level to have technology so you put two and two together.Anyway I first wanna focus on the fact Teyvat doesn't have a stellaron but maybe it didn't even have one in the first place but if it did then I remembered that during a conversation with the Ludex Neuvillette (that I can't find for shit) He mentions that the dragons existed before the heavenly principles appeared and so on so we can speculate that they would have likely destroyed the hypothetical stellaron and said said hypothetical stellaron could have destroyed all other life on old Teyvat.Now pinning my focus on the heavenly principles they could be Aeons? Because like who tf can create half the things in this god damn world including but not limited to Humans,the sky,wildlife, Actual gods etc. and they have the power to take other people's powers away,not sure if it's permanent but Traveller does have the option to say their powers were slowly coming back after fight Childe so maybe not,That seems like Aeon material to me and also like Aeons The heavenly principles kinda just do their things then dip for 500+ years for a nap I may need more evidence on that theory so for now we'll stick that on the wall too.Aether and Lumine are most likely not Aeons though (as they easily got their asses handed to them by the unknown god) in their description

They mention that they are each others only kin meaning they are the last of their kind left so there's a few options with this one they're whole race got wiped out and they were the only two left or they are actually the only ones in all of existence so there is still the possibility of them being twin Aeons but I highly doubt it plus in space terms(stellar space species terms???) we can assume the twins are quite young so that could be another reason they lost a 2-1 you know the varying levels of experience but eh I feel like this is aso important but I'm not sure why

The keeper I'm sure who that is yet but the creator is most likely the heavenly principles and the last two lines might relate to the Khaenri'ah incident but I'm sure I just think this relates but we'll know due time.Back on topic the more I think about it the more I think the twins might be Aeons specifically this line

That could mean they're immortal and idk about you guys but I'm pretty sure no average space species just gets gifted immortality(at birth Khaenri'ahins don't count)unless they do, it's still an interesting point none the less.

Tbh I'm at the end of my ramble because I forgot half of the points I was gonna make so uh see you next time ig???

(This is the most incoherent thing ever and I'm so sorry about that)

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