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[son-of-mind]

Hi little star! (✿๑•ᴗ•๑)*✲ﾟ*｡⋆

How are you doing?

-@god-of-expression

Im doing good! I've made a bunch of drawings!

[daily-beast-wirt-brainrot]

Have you been mistaken for a deer before?

[Day 9] I'm often mistaken for a deer.. I have almost gotten shot multiple times cause of it.

[ninicaise]

exact same energy

[canisalbus]

Almost forgot to look at the tags in that Giordano post, I'm glad that Cardinals being higher than Archbishops was something you mentioned, and that I was remem that fact correctly :). And I love that Machete surpasses someone who thought him to be a "good for nothing". Go white boy go!

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[lullaebies]

Absolutely love your blog! If you're still taking Jaehaera/Aegon III requests what about one where they're in a secret relationship and are keeping it from their families but some shenanigans ensue (maybe they snuck out or something, or someone walked in on them kissing?) and they're somehow discovered? Also please overprotective father Aegon II because yes!

(Preferably an AU where the Dance happens later?)

The gathering in the room feels like a court of thorns, and Jaehaera feels as if she is going to hurl. Standing by her family with her grandmother looking at all around with hawk eyes, she feels if something is about to implode. Aegon had been taken from her side to his mother’s, Princess Rhaenyra. The heiress to the Throne had been most wroth, her, her husband, and her sons waking in the middle of the night for this… issue.

The worst of it all, Jaehaerys had been still laughing with damn near tears in his eyes while telling what he witnessed. She had begged him to leave it be, but then he and Aegon got into an altercation, and now… Ugh!

“So I enter her room because I left my book there—” he looks at Princess Rhaenyra and her family, particularly Aegon. “It was my room once too, do mind— and what do I see if not Aegon the Younger pining my sister against her own closet? The closet, grandmother. He didn’t have the mind to get her against a bed.”

She’s going to choke him.

“Oh, fuck off,” Aegon yells at her twin. “As if she hasn’t told me about you becoming a damn near Rosby stableboy in your visits there—”

Princess Rhaenyra pushes him back to his half-brothers, the lot of the brown haired boys holding their brother of nine and ten, yet only his father manages to stare him down. On the other hand, her father had been gritting his teeth beside her, while mother held onto Jaehaerys’s forearm in warning. Alicent gives her twin a pointed look.

“Mind your words, Jaehaerys,” she says, and turns to look at Rhaenyra and her family. “Prince Aegon, would you mind explaining how you came into my granddaughter's rooms?” 

Aegon licks his lips, and Jaehaera swallows. The story is longer than both of them would be able to admit. Despite the blood feud of the families, they had managed to talk last year at the ball for her and Jaehaerys five and tenth nameday. Even went on a joint ride with Morghul and Stormcloud, and before he left for Dragonstone, they decided on a day to meet again at the Kingswood. Such meetings repeated. They could only afford a day a moon, but those days were all so sweet. Did she do anything wrong? Yes, had been the objective answer, but she couldn’t care for it.

And here he is, in her very own home. They could hardly speak by their family, how could she not ask for a moment of privacy?

Rhaenyra rubs her temples. “Things like these happen at this age, Alicent,” she says. “You are stressing Jaehaera and Aegon both.”

Alicent furrows her brows. “Oh, these things do happen at this age, don’t they?” she asks, glaring. “We had known since we were her age how reputation matters in finding marriage. Your son is three years her elder and should know not to fiddle with a noble girl’s corset strings at the hour of the bat.”

Jaehaera feels some tears well up in her eyes. She doesn’t care for the embarrassment of being caught by now, but this makes her feel a fool. It had been nothing insidious, was it? They hadn’t even kissed until they celebrated the new year. She hadn’t lost her chastity, either. It is not just…

“He came into those rooms because your granddaughter let him in, Queen Alicent,” Prince Daemon says. “You should mind her doings before you lay judgement on my son’s.”

Jaehaera’s father had been standing quiet for the longest while, but with that he flares. “Men had been sent to the wall and got castrated for less, Uncle. If you don’t like my mother’s judgement, perhaps I should see to it?”

She holds onto her father’s arm. Please, let this stop. 

Daemon eyes him dangerously. “See to your own misgivings,” he says. “Your own son laughs at your daughter's.”

“Father, please,” Jaehaera says, when Aegon the Elder tries and almost manages to escape her grip. Her mother and brother come quickly beside them. Her mother stands in front of her father and puts a hand on his chest, warning, while Jaehaerys comes to Jaehaera’s side, a wroth smirk thrown at their grand-uncle’s way.

“I am laughing at my sister’s choices, grand uncle. At least if it had been Viserys, he has my aunt’s pretty face,” he says, backing their father for once. They often argue, but at times they work together, they prove they’re made of the same cloth. “The Seven had laughed at Aegon giving him yours.”

Daemon starts stepping towards them. “You think you are a jester, you defected—”

Prince Jacaerys comes against his step-father to stop him from coming forward, the same ways her mother has to stop her father from doing the same. Her grandmother and Princess Rhaenyra had come to yell at one another, and even the kingsguard had come to get involved. Jaehaera’s body is reduced to shaking, fat tears fully sliding down her cheek.

“I’m sorry,” she says quietly between gentle sobs, the sleeves of a dishevelled dress wiping against her face again and again to try and catch all the tears. Only the family beside her hears, so loud were the voices in the room. Her brother and father turn around, with similarly apprehensive faces. “Please, please stop..”

Behind them, from the other side of the room, Aegon sees her in her pathetic state too. She never was the emotional type, and she had oft hoped he liked it for he had been none too different. The unusual petrification on his face makes her blood feel as if it is running dry, and it feels all gone when the dark amethyst of his eyes fall into what she could only call resigned acceptance.

Aegon, her Aegon, comes by his mother and her grandmother, holding Princess Rhaenyra’s arm. “It was my fault. We didn’t mean to… I took it too far,” he finally says. “I won’t come by her any more, Queen Alicent.”

It hurts more than anything else he could’ve said.

Her mother pushes their father aside to cloak her in an embrace. Jaehaera can only tremble and sob against her mother’s robe.

The room grows silent as Princess Rhaenyra and Queen Alicent agree to not tell The King or all else of the incident; so ill had been King Viserys, it had not been worth ailing her grandfather further with this issue when he had been on the brink of passing. 

All is to be forgotten, and cast away. Jaehaera’s puffy eyes lift from her mother’s shoulder, and catch his gaze one last time before he leaves. He tries to mouth something, but is pushed by his family out of the room.

Jaehaera sinks against her mother again. Even if she banishes the days in the green Kingswood from her thoughts, the scent of the campfire charring wood black will live in her dreams.

[not-poignant]

Do you have a favorite character evolution or relationship evolution that you’ve written? Personally, the way Augus becomes soft for Mosk in The Ice Plague really tickles me.

Oh hmmm, this is such an awesome question! But also really hard to answer.

I think I have more than one. But the one that weirdly comes to mind is Sharpwood in The Golden Age that Never Was. I've been kind of obsessed with his character ever since and I feel like I'm 'saving' him for an original novel somewhere along the way. Something about him going from like, a cold, distant servant, to what he became, until finally at the end you realise you really want to get to know him better and it's too late... I don't know. I think often about writing a side story of his trauma recovery, but I don't have like...spare time to do it in. Alas.

In terms of the main characters, like the point-of-view characters, Gwyn's and Augus' journey was compelling enough that I followed them for nearly a decade in a single universe. And I feel like that's the most obvious answer because it's like 'well, I spent tens of thousands of hours on them because they were my favourite evolution / relationship evolution.'

In terms of less obvious characters... I actually really loved writing Mosk becoming protective of Gwyn in The Ice Plague and then becoming kind of like a mentor figure almost to him, despite his age and lack of experience.

I loved, loved, loved writing the slow tentative growth of connection between the prickly Gwyn ap Nudd and equally prickle Raven Prince in The Ice Plague as well.

Right now, I'm a big fan of Efnisien and Faber, and Efnisien and Flitmouse too. :D

[amber-in-the-rough]

thinking about how much room for speculation, headcanons and AUs we had over all these years. it seems like in season 6 we'll finally learn about Aaravos' motives, past, secrets, conflicts, about the cube, about Star magic and Deep magic, about Callum's birth father, about the creation of Dark magic, maybe about the meaning of Callum connecting to a primal, about K'ppar, about the Starscraper, about... so many things, actually. Over the years we've been kept in the dark about all those things, there were (and are) a bounty of theories going around. People have come up with so many explanations and wrote so many fics where they speculated on those things...

And now with the s6 coming out the tdp creators are narrowing it all down to a single truth.

What I mean to say is, the time of speculation is probably over... And it makes me sad. I don't even know if I want to know the truth after all these years.

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

i would like to formally apologize to Mary, Queen of Scots for having thought since childhood that she was Bloody Mary, when Bloody Mary was in fact her cousin

[soporificlily]

I can't sleep and my mind is plagued by elden ring lore...

so....

(very long)

(i think) Marika ascended to godhood in an attempt to save her people, but she became imprisoned by this divinity and lost her own indivuality and free will under the command of the.. what's it called ugh- the the the space gods or whatever. and so she shattered the elden ring in protest or in an attempt to escape or something?? and where did radagon come from? why is this kind of splitting into two from one happen? Trina splits off from Miquella, as Radagon came from Marika. But why?

Also why was Godfrey and those who became Tarnished stripped of their grace? why would they be banished from their home? did they commit some sort of blasphemy against the Erdtree/Golden Order/Fingers or whatever? why were they called back?

Did Marika manage to extend grace back to the Tarnished with the purpose of using us to free her from her divine prison? Why else would a literal god have us come back to the land we were banished from with the purpose of becoming Elden Lord, which requires us to collect all the runes to put the Elden Ring back together, which in turn necessitates the killing of all of Marika's children. She must have known that they wouldn't just give up the runes willingly. Why is Radagon the one fighting us? Was he created by the Outer Gods that sent the Elden Beast as a counter for Marika's rebellion?

aaaaaaaaah

also, Ranni! Why did she kill Godwyn? I assume she cast off her Empyrean body to free herself from the divine responsibilities that came with it. The predestination of sorts to continue the Order's will. She wanted to be free to do what she felt was right. To give the people of all lands the freedom to live their lives free of the influence from divine beings. As far as I understand. But why did this path require the death of her half-brother? I saw someone's theory being that she had to kill him because he'd be her consort, but... idk I can't remember all the details. I guess maybe he wouldn't go along with her plan. but if she killed her physical body anyway then why would Godwyn being alive matter?

AND WHY DID GODWYN BECOME A FISH?

what is the connection between death and fishness?

I mean, not literally a fish but... he grew a fish tail. or like, a merman tail. and his face got all weird and he has blowholes. like a whale or dolphin. he became some abomination that spread to all corners of the Lands Between. Why tho? he's so big too. like physically.

maybe other fans of the game will think these questions have obvious answers. maybe I could think about it a bit more. maybe it's late and these thoughts are tormenting my mind like a cyclone ravaging the landscape of my thoughts, throwing everything in all directions.

I just love this game so much, and my partner is trying to sleep and I'm just feeling chatty and wanna ramble but she wants eep. she knows nothing of elden ring. maybe I know too much. I know so much yet so little.

How did Marika even have children? was she allowed to leave the weird pocket dimension inside the Erdtree at some point?

maybe she could still feel love.

or was it just a matter of maintaining a lineage or uhh yk how royalty would have kids just to have heirs to the throne. Maybe she was influenced into having kids so that whatever outer will or whatever could maintain and secure it's control over the Lands Between and the Elden Ring.

why is the elden ring even able to be destroyed. I guess would there ever be a need to pluck a rune out of it? change the rules of reality a bit? it seems kind of... risky, to have divinity and control over reality/the world/all of life somewhere in the material world where potentially anyone who was determined and skilled enough could reach it and enact their own will upon it. yk, how we can have different endings based on the allies we make. It's like, okay, here's god and I can just kill all of her children, and then her, and set fire to all that is holy in order to put together this all-powerful artifact that can then change the future of literally everyone and nature itself to whatever I want.

I want everyone to burn down and *incinerate all that divides and distinguishes*, ultimately returning everything and everyone to a singular matter, that being some sort of idk ashes? hot, melty thing? or I can just idk, help this witch take away all magic and divinity from the Lands for like a thousand years? orrrrr continue the Golden Order and just kind of return things to how they were before the Shattering. or whatever the other endings are. Something with Those Who Live in Death. I only did that ending once. oh and how about cursing everyone and their kids to become abominations who live tortured existences for all of eternity? cuz why not I guess.

what even is the frenzied flame and where did it come from? three fingers as opposed to two, wha-

(also, no thoughts of SOTE because haven't played it yet) (no monies)

okay, maybe I should stop now.

I'm shutting up.

Goodnight !

[son-of-mind]

Uh, hi!

My name’s Oscar- I’m a friend of Mx Malitae- it’s nice to meet you!

-@oscarlittleguy

Hello! Im Rae!

[midnightmah07]

dragon prince (oh really) malleus x lost princess adeline who hides as a maid in his castle hehe

HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE THIS MADE ME GIGGLE AND KICK MY FEET

[razzledazzletrassh]

no major fic updates just yet guys TAKE MY WOY OC I MADE LIKE. April of last year IM PLUGGING SOME INFO ABOUT THIS GUY IN THE TAGS.

I may also redesign her soon or something. Make her more bug-like with some stuff. I can cook guys let me cook !!!

[sysig]

You’re new to the Princess-Rescuing business, aren’t you? (P1 | P2 | P3) (Patreon)

[imminent-danger-came]

SO. THRONE ROOM SCENES AM I RIGHT

I know this.

Bonus:

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

Treat - “Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—fuck” for Gabe and Alonso, please?

"Okay." Gabe finally took his hands away from his face, at least a semblance of a plan finally formed in his mind. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do- fuck!"

He couldn't control himself anymore when he saw Alonso kick a hole in the floor of their carriage-prison.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Saving us, duh!"

Alonso didn't even look at him, but continued to kick down the planks until he could get his whole foot out. Then he sent Gabe a triumphant - terrifying, in their current situation - smile and with all his strength kicked the back wheels axle.

The pole snapped, the cart skidded to one side and Gabe crashed into Alonso, knocking them both against the wall. And if he hadn't already accidentally hit him in the head, he'd definitely do it on purpose.

Alonso seemed to understand that, seeing Gabe's furious gaze and really wished his face wasn't currently smushed into his own. He did also start to question if maybe his idea wasn't so good after all.

As if in an answer to the unspoken threat, the cart jumped one more time when the wheel completely fell off and dropped on one side to the ground.

The door swung open.

Gabe and Alonso looked at it in disbelief.

Two thugs on horseback looked at them back, in similar disbelief.

"Fuck it," Gabe whispered breathlessly and jumped out of the carriage, dragging Alonso behind him.

They hit the ground and ran, Alonso stumbling and complaining, but following nonetheless.

"What are you two idiots staring at, get'em!"

Alonso turned in time to see the two thugs shake off the shock and rush their horses. His terrified scream however was cut short by another yank from Gabe, dragging him into the forest by the side of the road.

"What are you- It's- Getting lost in the jungle isn't much better than getting kidnapped, Gabe!" he shouted when he finally spat the leaves out of his mouth.

"It's better than getting trampled!"

"They wouldn't do that! We're valuable prisoners! Or at least I am." They had to slow down to push through the thicket which unfortunately gave Alonso the time to catch his breath.

The voices behind them got louder. Their pursuers must've gotten off their horses and followed them.

"Gah, they're catching up on us! Can't you go any faster?" Alonso picked up the pace and was basically breathing down Gabe's neck now. For a moment Gabe considered just letting him get recaptured.

"They wouldn't be so close, if you didn't give out our position with your babbling."

"What does it matterrr," Alonso groaned, since Gabe couldn't see him roll his eyes. "I see a path to the left, we're gonna go much faster in that direction."

They could split up. It was tempting.

"Nope." He turned around and grabbed Alonso by his collar, pulling him again behind him. Elena would probably kill him if he let him get killed.

"Will you stop doing this-!" The prince slapped his hand off. "Why does it matter?! We're walking aimlessly anyway!"

"We're not." Gabe let the next branch hit Alonso in the face. "And we're almost..."

His voice trailed off as they stumbled into a clearing. After a few meters of high grass the ground ended abruptly in a low cliff and fell into a wide river.

"This has been your genius plan?" Alonso huffed and slowly clapped his hands. "Good job general, now we don't have anywhere to run."

"We do." Gabe walked to the cliff. Alonso followed him before his hand once again could reach for his collar. "I hope you can swim?"

Alonso glanced at the river. It wasn't a raging mountain torrent, luckily, but the thought of entering an unknown body of water with no preparation (and without his swimsuit!) still filled him with dread. A chill ran down his spine. He hid it under a scoff.

"Why would I need to? The only time I go on water is in my yacht, of course I don't swim."

That's when the thugs entered the clearing.

Gabe turned to Alonso and it was finally his turn to smile triumphantly - and it filled Alonso with terror.

"Then it's time you learned!"

He tackled Alonso into the river.

If Alonso drowns now, that's on him

Thank you for the request! Can you believe this duo has actually been on my mind lately?

Happy halloween!

[notenderhands]

I know EW revived Lleu in Fire but Lleu, to me at least, will always be a character that's been dead from the beginning. Death follows him around the narrative of The Winter Prince. I honestly can't imagine him alive at the end of the Lion Hunters series.

Lleu is immediately associated with death as soon as he's born because Artos says he will most likely die. And then, Lleu almost dies in the first chapter. He gets vaulted off a horse, and (he doesn't almost die but still) breaks his arm. He survives a mine collapse. Agravaine almost kills him by throwing rocks at his head. He gets poisoned constantly. He is "killed" and reborn in the winter pageant. Medraut almost kills him at the end. He gets a fever and collapses. He "dies" again in ACOAL in the battle of Camlan (which Medraut indirectly starts). He almost drowns in Fire but comes back.

In one sense, he dies and is revived constantly (especially by Medraut) but on another, he can't really be killed because he's been dead since the beginning. He was born dead. He's been a ghost forever.