#bloody sword 🗡️

[percyverance]

some of my vamps from over the years as a halloween treat 🩸🦇🩸

[clover-knight-minori]

For as long as I breathe, for as long as I live, I am bound to my sword and my duty to protect those I hold close to my heart!

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Hello! I'm Hanasato Minori, a knight sworn to protect the royal family of the Clover Kingdom!

And that's how I intend on staying for as long as I'm alive.

Of course, if you don't pose a threat to the kingdom, I'd love to befriend you! Please, drop by for a chat!

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This is my dream, my purpose, my destiny to be a brave knight that protects my loved ones, and I'll die before I relinquish this position I've been gifted with!

heyo!! this fantasy au is originally by @wandering-knight-asahina!! mod and minori are minors, so no getting 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 please!!

divider, pfp and banner by me!!! transparent from @/sekaitransparents :> please dont steal the layout 🙏🙏

as a short summary, minori is part of the royal guard of the clover kingdom!! becoming a knight that can protect others has been her dream since childhood, since a knight saved her from some robbers while she was running errands when she was younger! her mother is a seamstress and her father is a merchant!! ever since that fateful day, shes been training with a sword on her own, and all her hard work has paid off!!

but despite her determination and skill, she's rather unlucky, often getting drenched in heavy rain, tripping on her own foot ever so often, etc. shes trying her best, though!!

however, shes more on the defence side than offence, because she doesn't like to harm others, even if its to protect those close to her! in fact, her sword is rarely bloodied by her enemies because of this. she believes everyone should get a second chance, and that drawing blood or murder isnt always the solution.

tags!!

🍀 my journey as a knight! -> all ic posts

🗡️ would you like to be my friend? -> ask answers

⚜️ busy with my duties! -> ooc tag

[vexilabs]

EVIL KNIGHT – NPT / ID PACK — ★

System names: The Wicked Swordsmen / Swordswomen / Swordspeople, The Malevolent Knights, The Kings Disloyals, The Knights, Knights In Rusted Armour

Names: (masc) Drewett, Simon, Adelard, Jacques, Normand, Bricet, Hitcher, Haimmon, Raymond, Sagarrius, Cassius, Uranius, Brutus, (fem) Jehenne, Aubrey, Gabriel, Milicent, Avicia, Adelysia, Mathildis, Annote, Aphrah, Ana, Kristophena, (neu/other) Rust / Rusty, Bayonet, Panoply, Sheath, Blade / Bladely, Saber / Sabre, Dagger, Claymore, Kris, Creese

Pronouns: ( he/him, she/her, they/them), hy/hymn, thy/thymn, shy/hyre, ?/¿'s, thou/thee, kni/knight, castle/castles, battle/battles, joust/jousts, stor/story, for/forest, myth/myths, sword/swords, fable/fables, roy/royal, vile/viles, monster/monsters, evil/evils, wick/wicked, mal/malicious, sick/sicks, der/deranged, bad/bads, sad/sadism, bone/bones, crypt/cryptid, 🗡️/🗡️s, ⚔️/⚔️s, 🏰/🏰s, 🎭/🎭s, 🧭/🧭s

Titles: Prn who rusts in shining armour, Prn who defiled the jester, Prn who is disloyal to prns king, Prn who wields a sword, Prn who wields a bloody sword, Prn who is sadistic and evil, Prn who is wretched, Prn who has forsaken prns kingdom, Prn who shows no mercy

Labels: knightantag/knightvillain, alloceur, dagger, knight bisexual, knight veldian, alderknight, knightpresentic, knightgender, facelessknight, knyleialic, evil pride, impurnalcraveic, evilvalper, eternaevilic, knight4knight, knight4princess, knight4prince

I hope this works anon! When you said "evil knight," my first impression of what that could look like was disloyalty and rusted armour..

[roselyn-writing]

Finally, After a month of working on Adeleois/Rakan lore, I managed to wrote it 😁. Let’s get started now!

Name: Rakan (Mortal) Adeleois (Mantle/Divine name).

Name meaning: In Arabic, Rakan means ‘noble’

Age: 450 Y.O.

Date of birth: 13 July. (791, In Virginian time and year).

Hair colour: Black (formerly) Silver (currently)

Eyes colour: Light Brown (formerly) Silver (currently). (Silver with violet and blue hues when he uses his powers.)

Aesthetics/Colours: Silver, Grey, Night aesthetics, moon aesthetic, moonlight, Bohemian aesthetic. Warrior aesthetics, pagan. Etc.

Favourite colours: Black, Silver, Navy blue, White.

Likes: to help people, being honest, practicing his Kophesh sword. Spread peace and justice. Loves to admire the moon. (In its every phase). Likes to read, eating healthy, Lover of mountains, lover of nature, lover of caves.

Hates: liars, bigots (Hate them with his VERY heart), Thieves, murderers, abusers, racists, Racism, Wars, and etc.

Favourite food: Beef Barley soup with roasted veggies, Mushrooms salad, Porridge. Tea, coffee, hot beverages. Bread and cheese, chocolate muffin. Beef chops.

Least favourite food: Ice cream (any flavour).

Wardrobe/outfits:

“I will defend the defenseless and protect the innocent till my last breath!” ——- Adeleois’s quote, The moon warrior.

🗡️The lore 🌕

CW: Gore and blood, Bigotry and etc.

In the glorious mountain Kythera of Virginia. An ancient place filled with power and wonder. Where the only worthy will be bestowed upon such power of divinity and wisdom.

There, on top of the mountain and beyond is fit place for living, There is a tribe called So’lar they worship and venerate the sun, They deem all other sources of light inferior.

They disrespect the people who worship the stars, the planets, the sky, but the most people who are tortured and disrespected by them; were the people who worship the moon. They are called the ‘Moon’aris’ and the Sun worshippers are called ‘Sun’aris’

The Sun’aris always call other people who worship and venerate other things ‘Lestsi’ which means: ‘Blasphemers’ or ‘Heretics’ or ‘unbelievers’

The Sun’aris took a lot of prisoners of the Moon’aris and tortured them until they abandoned their beliefs and converted to their religion, and worship the sun like them.

Rakan, was born in a place closer to the So’lar. But he found his way into the tribe because of the tribe scouts, They brought him there as a baby and decided to welcome him into the tribe.

They made sure to tell him of their ‘glorious’ religion when he grew up. And they did. They taught him everything they want. And they did the same to other children.

Rakan grew up into the So’lar tribe. He learned their ways and embraced them. He thought they are true and righteous until the day that changed his life forever.

Rakan, Who is 16 years old, He saw the scouts of the tribe brought a few people of the Moon’aris, They were two women and a man.

They were tortured brutally because they refused to abandon their beliefs. Rakan and his best friend: Andreas, they were traumatised by this.

They saw the tribe leader: Alexander, shoving his hand into the woman’s throat and pulled her vocal cords out along with other soft bloody tissues. She screamed loudly, in pain and horror; it was a macabre sight, the floor was painted in a crimson canvas of the innocent woman’s blood, she was tortured brutally, she gurgled loudly, trying to summon a cry of help and plea but she couldn’t, because her vocals cords were pulled out of her throat, Rakan changed forever. He doesn’t want to be a part of this tribe. He winced in pain at that sight and it was forever in his mind.

That sight was enough to haunt Rakan for the rest of his life, The woman was still alive when the leader tortured her like that.

Rakan and Andreas were best friends from their younger days, They ate together, played together and even studied together, They were known as ‘brothers in arms’ and they friendship was strong, one time, Andreas saved his friend Rakan from a stampede of the desert beasts. Their bond became much stronger ever since.

One day, Rakan was admiring the full moon in the night, Andreas, once again, warned him that he shouldn’t get caught while watching and admiring the moon, Rakan noted and left, after that, He heard a voice, it told Rakan he should climbed the mountain and he will see something he need. Rakan, begrudgingly agreed, He climbed the mountain with the man, After he and the man reached the mountain top.

Rakan felt something strange yet beautiful, He was admiring the full moon again. Suddenly, A bright and blinding light of the moon came down on Rakan, Bathing him in the moonlight, He felt his flesh wrought anew, reborn in the moonlight as a beacon; ready to fight for justice and the truth, it felt like eons then it dissipated, Rakan saw his reflection on the glassy rocks of the mountain, He noticed his face and everything about him changed, His looks, his body and everything thing, There are even tattoos and crescent moon mark on his forehead and body.

Fully adorned with armor made of moonlight and bestowed upon the powers of the moon. Rakan decided to use his newfound powers to protect the innocent, defend the defenseless and bring justice to the land of Kythera, He took his Kophesh sword that was made from moonlight and dashed like a moonlight meteorite to fight for freedom and justice.

Rumors and words spread alike, about a new moon warrior. That came to rescue the other people who aren’t worshipping the sun and thus being oppressed by the Sun’aris, The Sun’Aris deeply loathed this new information and they decided to search for this warrior and kill him on sight.

The leader of the Sun’aris knew of Rakan disappearance but he didn’t care at all. He thought that he died or something. But he didn’t knew that Rakan became the next Moon Warrior that is protecting the oppressed people who aren’t worshipping the sun. He is protecting morning, noon and night. He didn’t tire while doing so.

The leader of the Sun’Aris: Alexander, didn’t believe his eyes or ears, when his scouts told him of a new aspect of the moon, His eyes widened, his mouth fell agape as he tried to process their words. He even asked them again.

“Is this true?” He inquired.

They all nodded, Their faces tell the answer. “Yes, It is.”

“Yeah, He is Rakan,” one of the scouts volunteerd.

In pure anger, He threw his pen and everything on his desk on the floor. He looked terrified and confused. He looked at his scouts but they didn’t answer him let alone reacted to his meltdown. They bowed their heads and excused themselves to leave.

Alexander vowed that he will kill this new moon warrior, and he will bathe in his blood to satisfy his hatred and anger.

It was from that moment, Alexander made Andreas hate his best friend: Rakan, He managed to poison Andreas’s hearts and made him feel ‘abandoned’ and ‘betrayed’ by his so-called best friend: Rakan.

Andreas began to hate Rakan, He began to train more and more to prove himself the best warrior in mounth Kythera, He even became the aspect of the sun himself: Sunayois

Rakan or preferred to be called Adeleois, He is protecting the people of Moon’ari, Satarins and other people who worship other things, This made Alexander even more angrier and hateful.

Adeleois was excellently deluding the Sun’aris attacks and traps, He even killed them when they refused to leave him alone, bloods on his hands, his armor and on his Kophesh, So his hands are pretty much tied. He was forced to kill, he disliked killing,

The Sun’aris vowed to find Adeleois and kill him, but they couldn’t defeat him if they found him, He was far too powerful for them. He is strategic, calm, and patient unlike Sun’aris, they were brash, aggressive and aren’t strategic at all.

Adeleois is threatened with death and torture, but he didn’t care at all, his devotion was set aflame when he saw there are people who needed him, people who would pray for a saviour and Adeleois answered their prayers, His life isn’t important when he saw the numbers of people being tortured and killed for what they believe in, and —Lady Selene, The beautiful and benevolent woman who is currently the Queen of the Moon’aris. She needed him, They needed him.

It had been years of war between the Sun’aris and Adeleois, the latter managed to unite the Moon’aris, the sky worshippers, Thee satarins, and the planets worshippers to join him and aid him against those monsters, who will oppress anyone that does not convert to their religion.

All are united against the Sun’aris, The battle was fierce, bloody, merciless for the Sun’aris and yet they couldn’t win at all, because, they weren’t strong and united enough to win against Adeleois and his allies, Adeleois announced that the previous Adeleois was Andreas’s father, He was shocked when he knew that Alexander killed his father. Andreas turned on Alexander, Thus, Rakan and Andreas are friends again.

In the end, Adeleois and his allies won, Adeleois banished Alexander from Mount Kythera, The latter went to another place where he can live with his beliefs and etc, he lived alone and died alone.

Thus, All races and other people who have different religions lived together and in peace, giving way to a new era of peace and harmony and prosperity among all other people and religions.

[themuffin2649]

SYVNH Cast in Alice of Human Sacrifice.

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Reme: There was once a little dream

Leon: No one knows who had dreamt it. It was really such a small dream.

Vincent: This made the little dream think… “I don’t want to disappear. How can I make people dream me?”

Newt: the little dream thought… And at last had an idea.

MC: “I will make people come to me, and they will make my world.”

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🗡️ Reme🩸: The first Alice was a gallant woman dressed in red. She would wander deep in the woods of wonderland killing everything in her path with her sword. She found a sadistic joy for all the blood and death she caused, creating a bloody red trail. Eventually, the little demon got pissed off at all the needless death, so they imprisoned her like a wanted fugitive. Had it not been for the bloody red path that she had created, nobody would have known she ever existed.

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🥀 Leon 🎶 : The second Alice was a gentle blue man. He was a beloved singer in wonderland. Creating so many false notes, his beautiful songs also brought a great madness to the blue world. This man who was that of a rose, was shot and killed by a madman whom he drove crazy with his song. As he layed there dying, his blood stained and colored a blue rose a sad red. The once loved singer was now forgotten.

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🌹 Vincent 👑 : The third Alice was a little green one. He was a very charming and dear man in wonderland. He charmed everyone to his beck and call, catching and breaking the hearts of many. From his charm, he created a strange green country. Within that country, he became the country’s king. This king’s joy was short lived as he became taken over by a warped dream. The king now feared losing his country to his own death, and went mad from it. He will forever rule his country.

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👞 Newt and MC 🚪 : The fourth Alice were two brothers. One day, the two went into the woods of wonderland. They had a tea party under the blue rose trees. All of a sudden, they received a letter from the King that contained the Ace of Hearts card. From a yellow boat, they arrived in wonderland, curiously exploring the place. They wandered through many doors. Newt was stubborn, while his older brother was wise. The two thought they made it to Alice’s wonderland, but that was far from the truth…

Now there are 3 alternatives to their story. The first being that poor Newt was possessed, which caused him to kill his brother, the second being that they were slaughtered by the first Alice which really angered the demon, and the third was that they made it over to the palace of the third Alice, but the beloved King killed them in fear that they would cause his downfall.

Nobody knows the true ending, but all they know is that their souls are still wondering to this day.

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[reyaint]

ACT∞REACT | intro

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date: october 17, 2024.

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--edited by me

𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑺

ACT’N’REACT (액트 앤 리액트), stylized as Act∞ReAct is a 9 member south korean idol girl group under ArcLight Entertainment and ODDSAINt. the group consists of members; Alice, Nümeora, Celestin, Veil, Zalafare, X’allamare, Vadya Rae, Avira, and Levana. the group officially debuted on October 30 2017 with the mini album, “ACT I: ASECENSiON STAGE” and title track "LA LA LOVE". they are most known for their unique concept and storyline and talents. all members identities were hidden until their debut. they made their debut in Japan in january 13 2018 with the single album “MYSTERiUM STAGE” after signing under 283 Production for Japan promotions.

INTRODUCTION: “ put on the mask ! we are act'n'react ! ”

FANDOM NAME: re:actors (레:배우)

LIGHTSTICK: (found off Pinterest)

LOGO:

OFFICIAL COLORS: eerie black (#1b1b1b), gloomy maroon (#510400), bloody red (#660000)

𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑲

ALICE

Leader, Vocal, Rapper, Producer

February 14, 1997

Aquarius

Korean

Rep Emoji; 🔫🐺

Rep Color; black

Rep Flower; lily of the valley

Rep Weapon; pistol

Rep Fear; fear of failure

MBTI; ENTJ

5'6

VC: n/a yet

NÜMEORA

Composer, Dancer, Vocal, Visual

May 2, 1997

Taurus

Chinese

Rep Emoji; ⚔️🦋

Rep Color; pink

Rep Flower; nightshade

Rep Weapon; sword

Rep Fear; fear of darkness

MBTI; ISTJ

5'8

VC: n/a yet

CELESTIN

Choreographer, Dancer, Vocal

June 15, 1998

Gemini

Chinese-Taiwanese

Rep Emoji; 🪓🦊

Rep Color; silver / orange

Rep Flower; moonflower

Rep Weapon; axe

Rep Fear; fear of change

MBTI; ENFJ

5'4

VC: n/a yet

VEIL

Lyricst, Vocal, Rapper, Dancer

September 19, 1999

Virgo

Japanese

Rep Emoji; 🔪🦢

Rep Color; white / gold

Rep Flower; queen of the night

Rep Weapon; knife

Rep Fear; fear of loneliness

MBTI; ESFJ

5'5

VC: n/a yet

ZALAFARE (me)

Vocal, Dancer, Rapper, Center, Songwriter

November 17 1999

Scorpio

Haiqinian

Rep Emoji; 🏹🦁

Rep Color; royal purple

Rep Flower; chrysanthemum

Rep Weapon; bow and arrows

Rep Fear; fear of judgement

MBTI; ISTJ (formerly INTJ)

177cm (5’9)

VC: 96neko, Rubyeye

X'ALLAMARE

Choreographer, Rapper, Vocal, Dancer, FOG

December 21, 1999

Sagittarius

Japanese-French

Rep Emoji; ✂️🕷️

Rep Color; blood red

Rep Flower; roses

Rep Weapon; scissors

Rep Fear; fear of inferiority

MBTI; ISFP

5'6

VC: n/a yet

VADYA RAE

Lyricst, Rapper, Vocal, Dancer

January 3, 2000

Capricorn

Korean-American

Rep Emoji; 🗡️🐍

Rep Color; emerald green

Rep Flower; jade vines

Rep Weapon; poison / dagger

Rep Fear; fear of fire

MBTI; ISFP

178cm (5'10)

VC: n/a yet

AViRA

Producer, Vocal, Visual

April 20, 2000

Taurus

Korean

Rep Emoji; ⛓️🐻

Rep Color; sapphire blue

Rep Flower; delphiniums

Rep Weapon; chains

Rep Fear; fear of weakness

MBTI; ENTP

5'7

VC: n/a yet

LEVANA

Composer, Dancer, Vocal, Maknae

August 18, 2000

Leo

Korean-Australian

Rep Emoji; 🛡️🦌

Rep Color; indigo

Rep Flower; hyacinth

Rep Weapon; throwing stars / shield

Rep Fear; fear of new

MBTI; INFP

5'6

VC: n/a yet

-inspired by a chorus battle group i saw on youtube. so their storyline is based on that with some differences

-i LOVE their lore sm🤗

-the line distributions I will not be excited about since there's 9 members...but i have the discography planned out

-dark/light horror and actor concept. maybe a theatre elegant concept too

-close with DREAMCATCHER. Insomnias like us the most😖🤗

[skysharkk]

"I need my golden crown of sorrow

My bloody sword to swing"🗡️❤️‍🩹

[thepiratedressing]

The Meaning Behind Pirate Colors and Symbols

Ever wonder why pirates chose specific colors and symbols? Each shade and design on a pirate flag was far more than decoration—it was a coded message to strike fear and signal intentions. Let's explore the hidden meanings behind classic pirate colors and symbols, and why they’re still a major inspiration in pirate fashion today.

Black Flags 🖤

Black was the ultimate fear factor. Unlike the bright colors of national flags, black signified death and intimidation, warning sailors that they were up against a ruthless crew. The contrast between black and the bold white of a skull or crossbones became iconic. In today’s pirate-inspired fashion, black embodies that daring spirit, making it a go-to color for pirate shirts and accessories.

White Accents ⚔️

While we often think of white as a symbol of peace, on pirate flags, it was a fierce contrast. The classic Jolly Roger—a black flag with a white skull and crossbones—meant "no mercy." Pirates used this stark contrast to make their threats clear, and it continues to inspire daring, high-contrast pirate outfits today.

The Bloody Red Flag ❤️

Pirates sometimes hoisted red flags to signal “no quarter,” meaning no one would be spared. Known as the “bloody flag,” red meant extreme danger and was often enough to make ships surrender. In pirate fashion, red accents—like sashes or bandanas—keep that sense of adventure and fearlessness alive.

Key Symbols and Their Meanings

Skull & Crossbones ☠️ The skull and crossbones represent death. Pirates used this symbol to strike fear into their targets, warning them that fighting back meant risking death. Today, it’s a classic motif on pirate shirts, bags, and accessories, symbolizing courage and defiance.

The Hourglass ⏳ When an hourglass appeared on a pirate flag, it warned of time running out. It reminded enemies that resistance would lead to swift consequences. The hourglass is also a powerful reminder of living in the moment—a philosophy that’s central to pirate culture and fashion.

Crossed Swords 🗡️ Crossed swords symbolized a readiness for battle and indicated that pirates wouldn’t back down. This emblem of bravery is popular in pirate-inspired jewelry, adding a rebellious edge to any outfit.

Pirate Colors in Modern Fashion

Pirate colors and symbols aren’t just historical relics—they’re a style statement. Black, red, and white create a bold look, while symbols like skulls, swords, and hourglasses connect wearers to the fearless spirit of the seas. If you’re ready to embrace the world of pirate fashion, find our exclusive designs on Amazon or visit our website The Pirate Dressing.

[sjsmith56]

Reap What You Sow - Chapter 40, Lord Buchanan

Summary: Quin squares off against Duke John Walker to finally determine who will control of the kingdom.

Length: 4.2 K

Warning: Violence causing death, reveal of incest and forced breeding, treachery, slurs against one’s heritage.

Author’s notes: When I originally wrote this chapter in the spring of 2022, I had just received a cancer diagnosis. I was scheduled for imminent surgery and because of my own health at the time there was a risk I wouldn’t wake up from the surgery. I went on a writing binge before the surgery to complete the story for publication on its original platform, Wattpad. In a way, the sword fight in this chapter became my way to fight the betrayal I felt about my body allowing a cancerous tumour to grow. That’s where my head was at the time of this chapter, Chapters 41 and 42.

<<Chapter 39

🗡️ 🏰

Edward's eyes were closed, his pale skin cold under Quin's fingertips. His body, wrapped in a shroud, except for his face, was ready for internment in the King's chapel. It was Quin's only way to honour his friend, who had been a new recruit just like him in Lord Buchanan's garrison. Liam, positioned on the other side of the body also traced his fingertips along Edward's brow. Together the three of them had bonded, playing harmless pranks on each other, throwing insults in each other's faces in the way all young men do. They laughed, cried, got drunk together, and the two of them proudly watched Quin get married to a Baroness.

"You taught him to dance," said Liam, gently. "Or rather, you convinced your beloved to teach him. He danced with princesses."

"It's my fault he's dead," said Quin, fighting back the tears. "I was too loud. It drew the sniper to our position."

"No, it's not your fault," replied Liam. "Both of us committed to fighting for you and that meant we committed to dying for you. Edward proved that. He had no family, did you know that? He was found alone in the wilds 5 years ago by Rhodes, who brought him in to work in the kitchen because he knew Cook would be kind to him. Didn't even know his last name so he decided to make it Forest because that's where he lived, in a broken down hut with no door. Although I guess Rhodes loved him like a son. I know he was proud when Edward chose to be a recruit in the garrison."

"He never told me of his past," said Quin. "But then I never asked.  He was noble, Liam. Now I have to bury him. Sleep well, my brother."

He kissed Edward on his brow as did Liam and the two young soldiers stood up. Quin nodded to the detail who would lower Edward into his crypt and cover it with a stone slab. When things returned to normal he would have it engraved, the words already permanently etched in his own mind but written down and left with the mason who would do the carving.

Here lies Edward Forest, soldier of Lord Buchanan, aged 18.

True friend of the last King.

Mourned by those who loved him.

He danced with princesses.

Standing up he saw Bren, Coulson, Heimdall, and Waya standing just inside the chapel door. All bowed their heads to him and he offered his hand to each of them in turn.

"The hostages are here?" he asked Waya.

"They are," said Waya, with a curl to his lip. "The family of Walker are actually happy to be here as there was no love for him in their home. They have requested asylum with you. The man was a monster; impregnating his own daughters with his seed."

Quin felt bile rising in his throat and forced it down, as he felt his anger build. "They are my cousins," he answered finally. "Their welfare is my responsibility now. The others?"

"A few bloody noses but no lasting harm," replied Waya. "The small children were fearful but I believe we assured them they will not be harmed. They had been told the Oklahoma tribes were cannibals."

"I am sorry for that," said Quin. "You have treated us with honour and respect, and I will spend my life making sure everyone knows that your people are honourable."

"Your Majesty," said Bren reluctantly, "I mean no disrespect but I still have concerns about Lord Fury's plan. I believe every man has the right to die in battle, regardless if they are honourable or not. Massacring them in a trap is not my idea of fair or honourable."

Quin swallowed hard. "At the time of Edward's death I wished only to pay it back to Walker fourscore," said the young king. "Since then I have been reflecting on what Buchanan's counsel would be and I agree with you. We will still draw them in, show them their families are hostage and give them the opportunity to surrender. But instead of unleashing hell upon them if they refuse I will call Walker out and challenge him to a duel. If he wins then you may avenge my death and take as many of them as you can. If I win you seize the leaders and bind them to face trial. Their men may then choose to surrender, promising never to raise arms against me again, or to be sent into exile to the southern islands." He started to walk away then turned back and cleared his throat. "Thank you Bren and Coulson for helping me to be a good man. Coulson, if I survive I would like you to consider staying to be an advisor to me. I will not fault you if you choose to return to your home. Heimdall, what a warrior you are. Surely, they broke the mold when you were cast. Waya, thank you for helping me to be proud of my heritage. Now, let's go end this war. Return to your men in the wash. Once Walker and his allied lords are assembled the flare will go up."

Liam followed Quin out the door already deciding his place was with his friend. Bren and the other four commanders went to the entrance to the secret tunnels, their horses waiting for them and returned to the wash where their company was assembled.

Fury was waiting in the command centre where Quin told him of the changed plans. To his credit, the only reaction Fury had was a raised eyebrow. He accepted the change and sent out runners to advise the commanders of it. Just before the sun rose Quin, Liam, and Fury went out on the battlements where the bowmen, bow-women and sharpshooters were arrayed. Stopping beside Sir Archer, Quin thanked him for his support. Then he faced the rising sun and waited. At first there was no response then a delegation from Walker appeared on horseback and faced the castle walls.

"Quin Torres!" yelled the negotiator. "You have lost most of your forces. Surrender and Duke Walker will allow you to leave here unmolested to return to the Kingdom of Broken Lands."

"First of all it's King Arthur!" yelled Lord Fury. "As to allowing him to leave, we call bullshit. You surrender."

The man laughed. "You have no soldiers left, except what is in your own garrison," he called. "Surrender now, or suffer the consequences. We have you surrounded."

From beyond the tree line, Walker's forces appeared and they appeared formidable. Quin smiled at Fury, who had already asked for confirmation of the enemy force at the rear of the castle. He looked at Quin when he got the signal from a runner who came through the tunnels.

"A single line to the rear and the flanks of the castle," he said. "Most of his force is in front of us and he has them spread out so they look even larger than they are."

"Call Walker out," said Quin, "and his lords."

Fury called out in his battle voice. "Duke Walker, come forward with your allies! Let us see the traitors in the flesh, for you are traitors, all of you."

The negotiator looked behind him and the force opened allowing half a dozen men on horseback through. The Duke, a tall blonde man with a haughty look on his face led them, riding with the others to where the negotiators were. As he advanced all of their force advanced with him. They passed over the trenches that had been built the night before then covered over with boards and sod. Fury glanced at Quin whose eyes never left those of his father's cousin, and his mother's two uncles.

"I see you escaped death last night," called Walker. "It doesn't matter for you will die when we take this castle."

"I see you are without honour," responded Quin. "My father knew it since you were children together and you never changed. Even with your own family. Tell me, did you enjoy forcing yourself on your own daughters and planting your own seed into them. Is that how you planned on keeping your bloodline pure?"

"Liar!" screamed the Duke, his face shaking with fury. "How dare you make such an accusation! You mixed blood bastard."

"I only repeat what I was told," yelled Quin, then reached out and pointed to a window in the castle. "Your own daughters have made the accusation."

Walker's wife and daughters stood in the windows and faced him. "It's true!" yelled his wife. "He kept us as captives, forcing himself on them at his will. He is a monster, he is a beast and he has tricked you all."

Two of Walker's allies pulled their horses away from him, looking at him in horror.

"Surrender," yelled Fury. "Submit yourselves for trial on the charge of treason. All of your families are safe with us and will not be harmed. Your men can surrender, promising never to rise against the King again, or they can be sent into exile in a new land. You have one minute to decide."

The wives of the allied lords appeared on the battlements to the surprise of their husbands.  The two lords who had pulled away from the others commanded their men to surrender then began racing for the castle gates but were shot down by snipers in Walker's forces. Before they could even react their men were surrounded, disarmed, then had guns put to their heads by Walker's men.

"Did you think I would let them surrender so easily?" shouted Walker. "I mean to have this kingdom and by God's might I will."

Quin looked at Fury who nodded. "Well then, cousin," yelled Quin. "You won't object if I challenge you to a duel. You killed my father, and my friend, and you injured my general. I think I have sufficient grounds to challenge you to fight me, one on one. If God is on your side you will win easily."

"Very well," sneered Walker. "Come down, boy, and meet your maker."

Fury nodded to the master bowman who shot an arrow into the air with a flare attached. It lit up at the apex and flared on it's journey back down.

"The challenge has been issued and accepted," called Fury. "If King Arthur is victorious it means you all surrender and lay down your arms."

"If Duke Walker is victorious then you will be slaughtered," called back the negotiator.

Quin undid his scabbard but kept his sword and a single knife. He came off the battlements followed by Fury and Liam. At the bottom of the stair was Donald Cooper, the man who said he would stand with Quin. Quin stopped and offered Cooper his hand. When Quin strode out the gate towards Walker with Fury, Liam, and Cooper, he saw the man had removed his jacket, vest, and shirt so he did the same as he walked.  Liam stepped forward to take them.

"Remember, he likely has poisoned blades," said Fury as they approached. "Ask him to switch blades with you. If he refuses then demand the blades of a random soldier."

Quin nodded and stood in front of his father's cousin. Walker was taller than him by a couple of inches and heavier by about 20 lbs but Quin had trained against much bigger veterans and had held his own. He was confident of his chances.

"Before we start I want you to scratch yourself with your blades," said Quin. "It's not that I normally don't trust an adversary.  But you have repeatedly shown you have no honour.  Lord Fury, check his breeches and boots for hidden blades."

"Then I demand the same," said Walker, as Fury quickly checked him and pulled a small blade out of his boot, showing it to all.

Walker's negotiator searched Quin and found nothing. Then both men scratched themselves on the arms with their blades, observed by both Fury and the negotiator.

"Now, switch blades with me," said Quin.

"No, we have already established the blades are clean," protested Walker.

"But is the tip clean?" asked Quin. "If it is then switch blades."

"I will not!" snarled Walker and he went on the attack forcing Quin into a defensive positions.

Fury punched his own hand in disgust. Walker was treacherous but to be openly dishonourable was unthinkable. He could see disgust on the faces of several of Walker's men. Fury and the two others withdrew, giving space to Quin and Walker.  As the duel progressed Liam touched Fury's arm, indicating that Buchanan's force had silently arrayed themselves behind the main force. They both saw their swords were already dripping with blood and nodded at each other with satisfaction. The battleground to the rear of the castle had been defended and secured. The two Walkers continued in their deadly dance against each other with the advantage alternating between the Duke and the young king. So far Quin had eluded the poisonous tip of Walker's blade. Suddenly he stumbled on an exposed root and fell onto his back. As Walker advanced to sink the tip of his sword into Quin the young man kicked out with his foot at Walker's knee. A crack of breaking bone was heard as Walker sank down from the pain. At the same time Quin forced his blade into Walker's chest and thrust it in pushing the older man backwards until he fell. Quin rose and continued pushing it in as far as it could go while standing on Walker's sword arm with one foot. Wildly Walker waved his knife blade around but Quin eluded its touch then let go of his sword to grasp Walker's hand and force the knife from it. He stood looking over Walker and roared before speaking.

"You are finished," he said. "May you be banned from the Gates of Hell as unworthy to pass even there. May your soul be in limbo forever."

Blood poured from Walker's chest and mouth as his life drained out of him. Then he looked up and saw his mother's uncles draw their swords and quickly motioned towards them. Fury yelled a command and all the blinds and trenches opened showing a multitude of soldiers ready to take on the remaining forces of Walker's. Donald Cooper and Liam were quicker, drawing their swords and holding them to the necks of Quin's uncles. Even those soldiers of the Lords who had attempted to surrender before being shot down took the arms of Walker's men before surrendering themselves again.

As the uncles were taken into custody, Liam approached and checked Quin's skin for scratches or nicks finding only those that the young king had inflicted on himself before the fight. He smiled at Quin, hugged him, then handed him his shirt, vest and jacket from where he had dropped them on the ground. Soldiers led by Cooper brought the two uncles of Quin's mother and the remaining lord who still supported Walker to face the young king. Quin spat on his relatives.

"You are no family of mine," he said. "Your soldiers get no chance to surrender and return to their homes. They accept exile or they face trial beside you. You arranged the marriage of my mother to my father, yet you believe that I am an abomination. You disgust me."

The one uncle spoke. "At the time it was seen as a way to get our family into the palace," he said. "We didn't know Camila would actually fall in love with him. Never trust a woman."

Quin punched him, bloodying his nose. He raised his hand to his other relative then stepped back in disgust and ordered they be taken to the dungeons. Bren and the other commanders appeared, wiping their blades. Fury looked at Bren with appreciation.

"A much more honourable plan, Commander," said Fury. "Thank you for maintaining my King's honour."

"I could have been wrong," replied Bren. "This time I was fortunate."

Fury patted him on the back, covering Bren's shoulders with his arm, and the two old warriors walked together back to the palace. Quin and Liam followed.

"Will you stay?" asked Quin as they walked. "I need a friend to stay and you are my best friend."

"I will follow you forever, my King," said Liam earnestly. "Just don't fart at night when we have to share a tent."

Quin playfully shoved him then put his arm around Liam's shoulder. Later, after washing the dirt from his face and body, Quin went to the radio room where the ham radio operator was waiting.

"CQ CQ CQ KWP2 to KBL1 CQ CQ CQ" he said into the microphone.

Immediately the response came.

"KBL1 receiving, Banner here," said the voice. "Go ahead KWP2. Over."

"Hello Doctor," replied Quin, speaking into the microphone. "Quin Torres ... I mean King Arthur here. The war is over. Duke John Walker is dead by my hands. If Commander Rhodes is there tell him we lost Edward, as well as 300 of our original force. I have interred him in my family's chapel. The others will be buried in a special cemetery honouring their sacrifice. Over."

There was a pause then Bruce's voice came back on. "That is unfortunate," said Banner. "He was a good kid. Do you wish me to tell your mother and sisters it is safe to return now? And your wife, of course. Over."

"Negative, no," said Quin. "There is something I must do and I have to return to the Broken Lands to do it. It will be a couple of days before we set out but I will return with the force and reunite with my wife and family there. Then we will return here together by ship. Doctor ... Bruce ... tell everyone there that I owe them so much. Not just for the soldiers but for my honour. I will forever be in your debt. Over and out."

Bruce acknowledged then both he and the radio operator said the closing codes. Quin returned to the command centre where Fury was busy folding up maps and directing people to return tables to their original locations. He looked at Quin with an appraising eye.

"Your Majesty," he said. "You plan on returning the horse, don't you?"

"I feel it is appropriate," Quin replied. "I stole him and his master took me under his wing. It is my duty to ride Magnus back to his home. By the time we get there perhaps Buchanan will have already arrived and transformed. Then I can thank him personally for teaching the brat that I was to become a man. I have asked Coulson to stay as a counsellor as I trust both him and you to speak true to me. I have also asked Liam to stay, as my friend. We can find something for him to do, can't we?"

"Court jester perhaps," joked Fury. "I am sure he will fit in well. The two Lords who were killed ... their families have requested mercy for themselves, claiming they were duped by Walker. Their sons have pledged fealty to you but I have made it clear that when you abdicate their positions will become elected ones and not inherited ones. They are considering their options. Their soldiers have been freed from their responsibilities. Many were conscripts or owed money to their lords. All have pledged not to rise against you and I have chosen to take them at their word."

"My family that were on Walker's side?" asked Quin, "and their soldiers?"

"Your mother's uncles will be tried," replied Fury. "About a third of their soldiers have also chosen trial. The others have chosen exile and wish to send for their families to join them. Which leaves the southern frontier open. May I suggest you offer the lands to Hilda, the Queen's Guard warrior? We will need her to teach our women how to fight. She might be able to talk her people into coming here. You could offer control of it to her in perpetuity.  Her people should have lands to call their own."

Quin smiled but was unsure if she would accept. "Perhaps some of the Oklahoman warriors might be willing to stay for a time to help her," Quin suggested. "I will talk to Waya as well. Jose Flores, he has family also, doesn't he, still trapped in the lawless lands?"

"Yes, he does," said Fury. "I will offer him lands as well. He has worked miracles on the coffee plantation and has shown he can be a good steward."

The young king and his trusted advisor spoke for several hours about the changes that would be implemented right away and those that would happen over time. They set a timeline of one year, two at the latest to bring about the changes that would see the kingdom change to a republic with elections. In a sense Quin was relieved. It had taken much personal change for him to accept the mantle of responsibility to be king. It wasn't quite as difficult to give it up to begin true and meaningful change in the kingdom. With Isabella at his side he thought he could do just about anything with his life, including running for office.

The next day, Quin went to the stables to see Magnus. He had been kept there ever since Buchanan fell. Bringing an apple with him, Quin approached the black stallion inside his stall, despite the misgivings of the stable master, who had exercised him somewhat but was still intimidated by the beast.

"Magnus," said Quin gently, holding out half the apple. "I'm sorry I wasn't with you before, old friend. There was much I needed to take care of before I came to you." The great horse slowly approached him and took the half apple. "You miss him, I know. I miss him, too. Would you like to go home?" Magnus murmured and Quin nodded. "I thought so. Will you let me ride you for the journey? I could not trust anyone else to care for you."

The great horse took the second half of the apple and put his head over Quin's shoulder. Fighting the tears Quin stroked the horse's neck. Then he stepped back and looked at him, the glossy black coat, long beautiful mane, and the proud stance that had enticed him when he saw Magnus for the first time 7 months before. So much had happened in that time. So much had changed. But one thing was certain. Magnus  would never be his horse as his heart belonged to another. For the final journey the horse had consented to carrying him and that would have to do.

"Tomorrow, Magnus," said Quin. "We will begin the journey home tomorrow."

Magnus nickered and pushed Quin, bringing up a smile. Then he left the stable and began to prepare the saddle bags to carry Buchanan's clothing and his own.

Before sunrise Quin rose, washed and put his travel leathers on, picking up the heavy saddlebags and carrying them down to the mess, which was still open to feed all the soldiers. Liam hailed him and he dropped the bags off at that table to line up for his meal. He ate the same food as the soldiers, in the same metal or wooden bowls, and, in the only display of his influence, reminded the cook that the leftovers were to go to the poor, even while he was gone. Then he sat with Liam, Hilda, Coulson, Bren, Heimdall and Waya on their final meal that wouldn't be rations and talked about the journey to come. Waya had asked for volunteers amongst his force who would stay with Hilda to secure the southern frontier against any lawless ones who still attempted to wreak havoc by crossing into these lands. She sent out messenger falcons to her people about the granting of lands to their tribe in perpetuity. If all went well they would begin arriving within a couple of weeks. When they finished eating and went outside there was a sizeable number of the garrison soldiers present, as well as Garcia, Fury, and Duke Walker's family, his second cousins. He had already informed them his home was their home.

"Your Majesty," said Fury. "Please radio us when you arrive and before you leave. The kingdom will be safe until you return home in a month. Go, fulfill your last promise."

Quin mounted Magnus and looked out over those who were also mounted on their horses. "Let's get you home," he said. "Move out."

As one, with Quin and the commanders at the head, the great force began to ride for the Oklahoma wilderness, almost a two day's ride from there. After the force left Hilda looked at Fury and commented that it seemed quite lonely around the castle. He nodded sagely and returned to the palace to send the message over the ham radio that the soldiers of the Broken Lands were on their way home.

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Alright I love Jude for that that’s so real ahaha! Does she make a face or panic??

Tango would try jokingly on the assumption that’s it’s fake and when the sword doesn’t move they’d be a bit perplexed and pull harder, and when that obviously still doesn’t work they’d try increasingly violent and mythbustery methods till they or the stone break (they will break first obviously). They’d never be able to, if Tango’s soul was distilled it would be tinted black with the weights of their deeds, rage and selfishness. They would leave defeated, grumbling and probably physically damaged. As a joke they would suggest Preston try, to make themselves feel better at not being able to remove Excalibur by any method, only to have a what passes for a robotic aneurism when Preston effortlessly removes it. Preston would be so confused at why tango is physically freaking out meanwhile tangos like “I used a fucking missile launcher and a second set of hacked armour and still couldn’t move the blasted thing”. It would be a very confronting experience for Tango and they may have to face that old magic still exists in some places.

Murphy would psych herself out of even touching it, that gif of the husky tippy-tapping on the edge of the pool from indecision? That’s her. ‘What if? But but but the implications!’ If she does pull it, what does that mean for her? She is already the defacto figurehead for the regions mutant population, is she destined to unite the commonwealth??? She can barely keep them from tearing each other’s throats out aaa, heck she has enough trouble keeping the factions from fracturing as it is! And If she doesn’t pull it it would just be validating all of her anxiety that she truly is a monster of awful heart. The stress of either outcome would freak her out enough to decide that it’s better not to know ..

Thorn would not be able to at all, and she knows it. Being ‘pure of heart’ has never been something of value to her at all, power on the other hand.. she would be mostly dismissive of it as myths and stories, but part of her would wonder what such power feels like, would it be everything she strives for? She doesn’t believe in souls and if she did she would have sold hers long ago.

Nathan … this is tricky since current Nathan is not really present in his body most of the time.. as is he probably would not be able to because he is of animalistic demeanour and intelligence, BUT if he is having one of increasingly rare lucid moments he probably could, but those moments are fleeting and few so the chance is incredibly slim.. prewar Nathan yeah for sure but he wouldn’t want to, he doesn’t want the attention.

Slick would be able wield excalibur for sure, and then like Murphy would have a major freak about the implications.. with guidance and a fuckton of confidence building from his friends slick would be an alright leader, though he would never agree to lead on his own, he is very people oriented and tactical, but can struggle to see in the long term. His past as a gunner shattered any confidence he had in himself and has left him very confused that the sword has considered someone like him pure of heart? He doesn’t see what others can..

Libby would not be able to, and it would be bloody close too. she’d be a good sport about it though. So many jokes, but a tiny part of her wonders if it’s because she is a ghoul, does the old magic recognise the true heart through the many walls she’s put up? Or does it recognise corruption of body as a corruption of heart? She unconsciously dwells on this for a long time after, especially if no ghoul is able to wield it. She’s certain that she felt it move, what was it about her that Excalibur didn’t like? Would be 100% in support of Slick or Preston if either of them pulled it though! She’d be so very loud about it too ahah

could your oc pull excalibur from the stone?

jude could but she would assume it was Not Supposed To Do That and put it back.

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👑 I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing 🗡️

new florence, new brushes I'm testing out, have a coronabeth

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A Clash of Kings - 02 SANSA I (pages 34-46)

Joffrey hosts a (discount) tourney for his name day, Sansa does her best to not die after speaking up/"out of turn," and Tyrion returns to King's Landing.

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"What do you think it means?" she asked him. "Glory to your betrothed," Ser Arys answered at once. "See how it flames across the sky today on His Grace's name day, as if the gods themselves had raised a banner in his honor? The smallfolk have named it King Joffrey's Comet." Doubtless that was what they told Joffrey; Sansa was not so sure. "I've heard servants calling it the Dragon's Tail." "King Joffrey sits where Aegon the Dragon once sat, in the castle built by his son," Ser Arys said. "He is the dragon's heir - and crimson is the color of house Lannister, another sign. This comet is sent to herald Joffrey's ascent to the throne, I have no doubt. It means that he will triumph over his enemies." Is it true? she wondered. Would the gods be so cruel? Her mother was one of Joffrey's enemies now, her brother Robb another. Her father had died by the king's command. Must Robb and her lady mother die next? The comet was red, but Joffrey was Baratheon as much as Lannister, and their sigil was a black stag on a golden field. Shouldn't the gods have sent Joff a golden comet?

*looks at the camera like we're on The Office* Oh. gee. I wonder. why it's. Lannister Red. and not. Baratheon. themed. what. could this. mean?

It's fun though, to see how each of the groups interpret the comet and its meaning, how they see it hanging in the sky and conceptualise its likeness. A wound in the sky, a bloody sword, a banner of victory. (Insert meta commentary on fandoms also interpreting source materials based on biases and pre-formed ideas, knowledge and experiences here.)

The gown had long sleeves to hide the bruises on her arms. Those were Joffrey's gifts as well. When they told him that Robb had been proclaimed King in the North, his rage had been a fearsome thing, and he had sent Ser Boros to beat her.

That's the thing with abusers like Joffrey, the mentality that "I didn't lay a hand on her, so I didn't abuse her, I didn't do anything wrong" coupled with the fact that he's having her beaten for things she literally had no control over. Beating people is never acceptable (IRL, but in fiction it gives the mental catharsis many people/readers will never have otherwise), but for Sansa to be stuck in this situation where, no matter what she does right or wrong in his eyes, in the end there is nothing she can do to prevent this, because it's not about her, it's about him asserting control and dominance through fear and violence.

Arys Oakheart was courteous, and would talk to her cordially. Once he even objected when Joffrey commanded him to hit her. He did hit her in the end, but not as hard as Ser Meryn or Ser Boros might, and at least he argued. ... He fell silent as a column of Lannister guardsmen marched paste, in crimson cloaks and lion-crested helms. Ser Arys was fond of gossip, but only when he was certain that no one was listening.

What, should I give him a "Not as Big of an Asshole as you Could Have Been" award? I'll reserve my judgments for the time being, thanks. But the fact that he seems to be an ally to Sansa at the moment in the context of the series' vibes...

*starts a timer to countdown Arys's death or reveal as an even bigger POS than Joffrey*

In the back of the box, Sandor Clegane stood at guard, his hands resting on his swordbelt. The white cloak of the Kingsguard was draped over his broad shoulders and fastened with a jeweled brooch, the snowy cloth looking somehow unnatural against his brown roughspun tunic and studded leather jerkin.

"roughspun" = 🥛

Joffrey waved a curt dismissal while he studied Sansa from head to heels. "I'm pleased you wore my stones." So the king had decided to play gallant today. Sansa was relieved.

How about we relieve Joffrey... of his head 🗡️

Oh, he's in a nice mood, we'll see how long that lasts.

Aaand it's gone, straight into making Sansa uncomfortable with gory murder details and "how I'll kill your brother" plans. "I'll challenge him to single combat." pffff, you'll get your ass kicked. Do it!

I hope he falls and shames himself, she thought bitterly. I hope Ser Balon kills him. When Joffrey proclaimed her father's death, it had been Janos Slynt who seized Lord Eddard's severed head by the hair and raised it on high for king and crowd to behold, while Sansa wept and screamed.

Starting to think Sansa fainting at the execution was a show invention by D&D to make her seem more meek and damsel-ly, and like she wasn't capable of repressed rage enough to level the Red Keep like season 8 Dany.

Finally a chestnut stallion trotted into view in a swirl of crimson and scarlet silks, but Ser Dontos was not on it. The knight appeared a moment later, cursing and staggering, clad in a breastplate and plumed helm and nothing else. His legs were pale and skinny, and his manhood flopped about obscenely as he chased after his horse.

Oh hi Ser Dontos. 🧼👀🪥 scrub my mind's eye~ with the soap~ and then we rinse with bleach~

Interesting that D&D shoved so much tits and vag into GoT, but they skipped out on this pre(un)packaged bit of nudity. almost like they see women's bodies as an open source commodity that everyone is entitled to, and male nudity as something which must be taken more seriously and done only in respectful precision drops. (Sorry if that was overly mean, I have another headache. Did not sleep much last night, kept having weird dreams... hope they weren't foreshadowing for anything...)

Sansa heard herself gasp. "No, you can't." Joffrey turned his head. "What did you say?" Sansa could not believe she had spoken. Was she mad? To tell him no in front of half the court? She hadn't meant to say anything, only... Ser Dontos was drunk and silly and useless, but he meant no harm. "Did you say I can't? Did you?" "Please," Sansa said, "I only meant... it would be ill luck, Your Grace... to kill a man on your name day." "You're lying," Joffrey said. "I ought to drown you along with him, if you care for him so much." "I don't care for him, Your Grace." The words tumbled out desperately. "Drown him or have his head off, only... kill him on the morrow, if you like, but please... not today, not on your name day. I couldn't bear it for you to have ill luck... terrible luck, even for kings, the singers all say so..." Joffrey scowled. He knew she was lying, she could see it. He would make her bleed for this. "The girl speaks truly," the Hound rasped. "What a man sows on his name day, he reaps throughout the year." His voice was flat, as if he did not care a whit whether the king believed him or no. Could it be true? Sansa had not known. It was just something she'd said, desperate to avoid punishment.

So here we're seeing Sansa's compassion getting the better of her, now that she's not in a deeper dissociative state and her brain isn't tamping down on it. There's still some disconnect, probably the stress from being so close to Joffrey and being aware that he was getting bored.

This was an incredibly dangerous slip up, but that was an amazing recovery, even though she did need the Hound's back up to land it.

Oh, Sandor. Why you gotta go and be on the Sansa Protecc Squad, when I know what you're going to do later? Stop making me like you. But don't stop Sansa Protecc. Oh right, can't really do one without doing the other... hmmm...

Sansa found herself possessed of a queer giddy courage. "You should go with her," she told the king. "Your brother might be hurt." Joffrey shrugged. "What if he is?" "You should help him up and tell him how well he rode." Sansa could not seem to stop herself.

I know she's going to survive, but every time, I kind of clench up waiting for him to snap. It's good that she cares, and that she cares enough to speak up, but Joffrey gives literally zero fucks about anyone who is not himself, this one? Is a losing battle. (I'd say save it for later but his good will isn't exactly a transferable resource. gotta try while you've got the leeway, I guess.)

In their midst, riding a tall red horse in a strange high saddle that cradled him front and back, was the queen's dwarf brother Tyrion Lannister, the one they called the Imp. (...) Down his back flowed a shadowskin cloak, black fur striped with white.

Hi Tyrion. Welcome back. I notice you aren't arriving in time to stop Sansa from being stripped and beaten in front of the entire court thereby increasing your Heroic Nature levels tenfold in the eyes of the audience. You know, I've been assuming up til now, that shadowskin cloaks were made from shadowcats, which I had assumed were some form of panther, but that sounds like white tiger fur.

Tyrion turned to Sansa. "My lady, I am sorry for your losses. Truly, the gods are cruel." Sansa could not think of a word to say to him. How could he be sorry for her losses? Was He mocking her? It wasn't the gods who'd been cruel, it was Joffrey. "I'm sorry for your loss as well Joffrey," the dwarf said. "What loss?" "Your royal father? A large fierce man with a black bread. You'll recall him if you try. He was king before you." "Oh, him. Yes, it was very sad, a boar killed him." "Is that what 'they' say, Your Grace?" Joffrey frowned. Sansa felt that she ought to say something. What was it that Septa Mordane used to tell her? A lady's armor is courtesy, that was it. She donned her armor and said. "I'm sorry my lady mother too you captive, my lord." "A great many people are sorry for that," Tyrion replied, "and before I am done, some may be a deal sorrier... yet I thank you for the sentiment.-"

Classy Joffrey, very convincing, you almost sounded like a real boy there for a second.

Ah, so that expression came from Septa Mordane. So a second chapter in a row where a Stark sister recalls the words of a mentor figure to help them through a tough moment. Nice. Fascinating it it's similarities and differences.

We also get a good comparison to Tyrion and Sansa's... "allowance of snark," if you will. Tyrion has no fears of being out right rude to Joffrey, but we've spent a chunk of the chapter seeing Sansa scramble for recovery for speaking up or risking death.

He speaks more gently than Joffrey, she thought, but the queen spoke to me gently too, He's still a Lannister, her brother and Joff's uncle, and no friend. Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father's head, Sansa would never make that mistake again.

She deserves to be safe and loved, and instead she's had her world and her trust irreparably damaged.