#guinevere was a good mom

[slushbee]

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Guinevere Järvinen died in childbirth while giving birth to triplets. Two boys and a girl--only the girl survived. They named her Emelyne. Reino was thankful Emelyne survived, but was devestated at the loss of his sister-in-law. Sigrid heard the news and rushed to find Reino in the barn very upset. After some comforting words and a hug, Reino fell more in love with Sigrid--kissing her for the first time!

[3584-tropical-fish]

Day two of @podcastgirlsweek !

This too is yuri... Spotlight a F/F ship (or platonic or familial relationship between women if that's your preference).

I really wanted to draw this scene, top ten romantic moments of all time let’s be real

Based on “Winding Up” (1836), by William Sidney Mount!

[gellavonhamster]

Obsessed with Bliss & Blunder by Victoria Gosling tbh. Yeah, the King Arthur tech bro modern AU book. Morgan and Guinevere who were best friends as teens, who meant the world to each other and then broke up because of Guinevere's stupid brother and everything, who still cannot help but miss each other. Morgan and Arthur - not related here - who bonded as bullied kids on the school bus, exchanged letters in college, fell in love but fumbled it. Morgan who isn't sure she wasn't in love with Guinevere. Morgan trying to get justice for murdered women. Guinevere who is deeply unhappy in her glossy Instagram paradise and deeply out of fucks to give, Guinevere who thinks raising her adopted son Mordred is the only good thing she's done in her life. Sweet, quiet, deeply unwell Lancelot. Guinevere horrified by what Elaine did to Lancelot. Gawain whose characterization at first surprised me until I realized that in the present-day timeline, Gareth is already dead. Mordred who's an edgy troublemaker with an all-black bedroom but also just an eighteen-year-old boy who loves his mom so much. Galahad the genius young hacker with white hair and pronouns. Gawain's arrangement with Lord Bertilak and his wife. Canon Galadred. A Shakespeare's character who isn't even Arthurian is there for some reason? Everyone is miserable but trying their best. Everything is about old friends except when it's about war except when it's about forgiveness except when it's about sexism except when it's about stories that are doomed to repeat but maybe can go differently this time.

[monsterswithimagines]

Undisclosed Desires - Part 31

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Words: I keep adding the amount of words and then making edits on tumblr and the words are never accurate. At this point either read or don't.

Masterlist

You guys are not ready for this. I wasn't ready for this. It took 31 parts to get here and I still kinda think it's too soon.

Welp. Anyway.

When I get back to the bus station, it's too late to catch the final bus, and you're not answering your phone.

I don't know how to get a cab in this fucking country, so I have to walk five miserable miles back to the AirBnB. Fucking fuck. It's dark and it's raining and there are no street lights, because most of the walk goes through the fields. Shit fuck shit.

When I finally get back, I want a shower, and I want to sleep forever.

And you are sitting on the couch, your knees pulled to your chest.

The TV is not on. You are not reading a book. You are facing the front door, waiting for me.

But whatever it is, I can't react, because I don't know anything and why are you looking at me like that? You're just staring at me. You don't say anything. It's getting a little creepy.

I can tell right away, just from the look on your face, that you've already gotten the news. But what have you heard? I made it look like an overdose, but I don't know if you were aware your mother had a drug problem. You never made it sound like she did. Maybe you think she killed herself on purpose.

Or maybe you don't think anything at all. Maybe you're just heartbroken.

You have not been crying. Are you in shock?

“Are you okay?” I ask, hanging up my coat casually because I don't know anything. I just came from Amsterdam, where I walked around and looked at old buildings and I don't have any fucking pictures to back that up.

You don't answer.

“It's sure pouring down out there,” I say. “I need a shower and a change of clo–”

“Why?” you interrupt.

I turn to you.

“Well, I'm cold.”

“Why did you kill my mother, Joe?”

What?

“What?”

“I didn't want you to do that,” you continue. “You can't have possibly thought I would ever want you to do that.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask, shaking my head. “Your mom's dead?”

“Don't do that,” you say. And the thing is, you don't sound angry. You don't sound any particular way. We could be talking about the weather but you say: “don't act like you didn't do it.”

“I didn't– I don’t know what you're talking about.”

I try to sound worried and confused, but even I can tell I'm failing at that particular tone. There's too much panic to convey anything else.

“You follow me,” you say. “You break into my place. You steal my stuff and you think I don't notice. At first I try to distance myself from you but it's not like you're as bad as what I’m used to and I actually like you, so I get over it and I just let you. I mean, it's not like you're actually dangerous, right?”

This is not good.

“But then I complain about Jasper, and he turns up dead. And I think… surely not. The guy had a problem. Surely my boyfriend didn't kill him.” You stand up. You're angry now.

I'm scared for us, (Y/n).

“And I ignore it. Like I ignore all of it. And I fall in love with you.”

“(Y/n)–”

“But then I get back to this country,” you say. “And Mitch. Fucking Mitch! And I think… I think to myself. There's no way Joe hurt Jasper but if he did–”

“Listen to me.”

“If he did!” you shout, and somehow you've walked up to me and you're poking me in the chest and you're right in my face. You're crying now, but you're so angry. I have never been this terrified. “I mean, I didn't think you would! I left my phone out knowing you'd check it and I thought: no way, right?” You cackle. “But yes, yes you did. And the worst part? I suspected it and I thought you might and I let it happen anyway.”

“You need to calm down.”

“And what do I do? I ignore it! I tell you the whole story like you didn't already know all of it–”

“I didn't!”

“–and I pretend I don't know that you killed him and I lie to the cops for you and you killed him. You fucking killed Mitch–”

“Stop!”

You slam against the wall.

No, you don't just slam against it, I push you. My hands are on your wrists beside your head and you're struggling. What am I doing? I don't want to hurt you. I'm not going to hurt you.

But you are so angry. I let you go and I try to step away, but you follow me, slapping at my chest.

“I didn't want you to kill her! Not her! Not her!”

You could hurt me, if you wanted to. You're not weak. But this is the worst you're doing and you want me to calm you down. I just don't know how. Not without hurting you, or putting you in the cage for a while - which is obviously not an option right now.

“(Y/n),” I say. “Please.”

And I'm holding you again, except holding is the wrong word because you are against the wall and I've got your arm twisted and I am pressing your head sideways against the grainy paint. That's going to leave a mark. Stop. stop!

“You can't just go on a fucking murder spree anytime somebody upsets me!” You shout. You are too loud. “What if I have a fight with Nadia? Or my grandparents? Or my boss doesn't give me a raise–”

“I would never hurt Nadia. She's your best friend.”

“You killed my mother!”

“She was ruining your life!”

We fall silent and you're breathing too loudly, you might start hyperventilating if I let this go on.

But what do I say? There's nothing to say. I've just admitted everything to you, and…

“You knew,” I say. My grip slackens, and you could pull loose but you don't. “How did you know?”

“I saw you following me,” you whisper. “And my landlady saw you go in after some guy came to check for a leak, or something, I don't know.” You pause. Clear your throat. “It seemed logical to assume you were the one taking my shit.”

“You didn't say anything.”

I let you go. I step back again. You turn, pressing your back against the wall.

“I didn't care, Joe.” You close your eyes, press the palms of your hands against them like you can somehow shut out the sight of me. “What's some stuff? What's a look at my phone? What's wanting to know where I am or what I'm doing? I'm in love with you. You could just ask. What does it fucking matter?”

You're in love with me, present tense. I want to hold on to that, but what if you only say it that way out of habit?

“And Jasper,” you say. “I mean… I didn't actually think… I thought I was a sick, fucked up person for even allowing the thought to come to mind.”

“You left your phone out so I'd see Mitch's texts?” I ask. But what I think is: did you manipulate me into killing your stalker for you?

“The tiniest, tiniest part of me thought you would see those texts and– and–”

But you can't even say the words.

You didn't manipulate me, (Y/n). At least not consciously.

“And I felt so guilty after,” you add. “I didn't want to know.”

I forgive you.

“He was a monster,” I say. “He deserved it. If you wanted me to kill him, I wouldn't blame you.”

You glare at me.

“He was sick. You can't just say he deserved to die. I mean, God, Joe. When he stalks me he's a creep, but when you do it, it's just fine and dandy?”

“I don't send you thousands of texts! I don't threaten to hurt you if you don't speak to me for five minutes!” I realize I'm shouting, and lower my voice. “I would never hurt you.”

“Just everyone I love?”

“No,” I say, firm. “It's not like that.”

“Then what's it like, Joe?” you ask, tearing up again.

“I–”

“Tell me something that makes this okay, that makes killing my mother–” Your voice breaks. “Please tell me how it's okay.”

“I… can't,” I say.

I have my reasons, (Y/n). But even if I thought you could really, truly understand them, I don't want you to. I don't want you to have to face the darkness I face every day.

I don’t want to break you like that.

“You can't do this,” you say softly. “You can't. I need to be able to talk to you when I feel– things, without worrying you're going to…” You stop.

“What are you saying?” I ask slowly.

“I will never forgive you for this,” you say.

“I understand.”

“Never. She's– She was my mother, and I loved her so much and she's gone. Because of you.”

“I'm sorry,” I say.

“No. Don't even start. I want no apology or explanation or justification from you. I don't want to know. I don't want to know how you did it, or why, or to who else. I don't want to know if you liked it or if you would do it again or if you want to do it again.”

And I am. Not for killing her, but for how you feel about it. I never wanted you to feel such pain. I only wanted to save you from it.

“I didn't like–”

“I don't want to know,” you stress. “And you can't do it again. I mean not– Not to people I know. Even if I hate them. Even if I ask you to in those exact words. Not ever.”

“I'm not asking you to look away,” I say.

I'm not, (Y/n). I don't want you to.

“Then what do I do?” you ask, coldly. “Do I break up with you? Do I run from you screaming? And what will happen to me if I do?”

“Nothing.” I need you to believe that.

“I don't believe you, Joe.”

So that's where we stand, then.

You know everything about me and you are afraid of me. But you're not walking away.

It's all I've ever wanted: for someone to see me exactly as I am, and stay. My mother saw my darkness and left me. Candace saw my darkness and tried to run away.

But you're here. You're looking me in the eyes, and you're staying.

Why does it hurt?

[cookstorys]

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎

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Character- Joe Goldberg

Show/Movie- You

Warning- Murder, mentions of murder, covering up a murder, Psycho husband, dad reader!, loosely inspired by the show Ginny and Georgia, lowkey might make this a series

Females dni

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Perfect. That��s what you and Joe faked to be, just for this life. A fresh start. The perfect family, The perfect couple, the perfect dad, the perfect house, even the perfect town. Joe had worked his ass off to make it here with you and your son, Henry. He’s done things he isn’t proud of. You both have but look where it leads you. In a nice suburban neighborhood filled with rich people. You both had gotten away with so much and you could practically taste the sweet victory. Well, you almost tasted the victory.

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“Have a good day champ.” Joe smiled as he ruffled Henry’s dirty blonde hair. He let out a short pout before turning around to walk toward his elementary school. Joe still couldn’t believe Henry had recently turned 4, time flew. “ It’s crazy how fast they grow huh?” There appeared a random guy that Joe definitely didn’t know. Possibly a friend of [Name]?

“Definitely, seems just like yesterday I was changing his diapers.” Joe chuckled. He didn’t want to entertain this guy but you both promised to give this new place a try, which meant sometimes entertaining randoms. “Well, he looks very well-raised. Who’s the lucky mom?” Aw, there it goes. The assumption of the other parent. Happens a lot more than you think. “Lucky father.” Joe corrected. The man sent a stern yet apologetic look. “Sorry for assuming, I just figured he was probably Guinevere Beck’s, or Candace’s, hell maybe Love Quinn’s. Who knows with your past.” He stated nonchalantly.

Hearing those names made Joe’s blood go cold. Who was the random man and what was he planning? The unwanted memories started to flood in and Joe couldn’t take it. “I’m sorry but you must have the wrong guy. I have no idea who any of those people are whatsoever. Now if you don’t mind, I have some cookies to buy.” Joe left without saying a word.

He slammed the door to his newly owned SUV. He thought he covered his tracks so well. Sure, there were a few bumps in the road, some bigger than others, but he always cleaned up well. So he thought at least. The car began to shrink into itself as Joe struggled to take his belt off. The smaller the car got, the more squished he was within the car. Until a notification pinged on his phone…than the allusion suddenly stops. It took a while for Joe to recover but when he did he checked his phone he saw that his husband had called and message him multiple times.

[Desired Contact name]

[name] - Did you drop Henry off yet?

[name] - Where are the cookies?

[name] - I need those cookies for the neighbor’s party

[name] - Joe?

[name] - Are you ok?

[name] - Text back as soon as you can

Joe mentally screamed at himself in the mirror knowing he was going to get his head yelled off when he gets home. He sent a quick text back and then started the car. He’s fucked.

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Joe pulled into his new driveway in a hurry. He rushed towards the trunk to get the bags, got his keys, and ran to unlock his door. After putting down the bags of groceries he yelled throughout the empty house, “[Name]?”. “Upstairs!” Is what he was met with. Before he could even open the door fully he was immediately bombarded by your mess. “Where were you? You know what that doesn’t matter right now. Did you get the cookies? What are you wearing? What took you so long? Should we match? Did you find a job yet? How was Henry's drop off? Did he cry?” You continued your pacing around the room while doing random tasks still waiting for joes answers.

“I went to our local Walmart. I did indeed get the cookies. I’m wearing what I got on now. The lines and traffic were a lot longer than usual today. No, couples that match publicly are weird. I, unfortunately, have not. The drop-off was amazing, Henry took it like a champ. And no he did not but,” Joe dragged as he reached out for your hips to stop your pacing and for you to focus on him “You need to stop for a minute and breath.” He chuckled and you followed along. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ve been a mess recently.” You laughed. Joe's smile slowly started to fade.

“Speaking of mess..” Joe sat on the bed ready to take whatever reaction. “Mhm.” You questioned slowly and suspiciously. “Well, this man walked up to me today, and… he knew about my past.” Joe finished. [Name] gave him a blank stare at first then bust out laughing. “Joe anyone can know anyone’s past just by a simple Google search.” You rolled your eyes and walked down the stairs. You were one of the few that knew your husband's past and a normal person would’ve been worried for the sake of your family, but you were far from normal. The family you come to practically foreshadowed your future. So it wasn’t surprising that you ended up with a serial killer.

“[Name] he shouldn’t have been able to find me unless he’s been looking for a while.” You wished he would just drop this already, it was honestly ridiculous. “Listen, Joe,” You inhaled loudly out of frustration. “We have this nice house, great cars, and a wonderful family. We built this perfect life from the ground up and you’re over here stressing about some wack job that knows a little bit about you.” Joe’s eyes found their way toward the ground. “Let’s just go to the party and worry about this later. As in tomorrow.” You reasoned and Joe shook his head yes at that idea.

You grabbed the cookies and neatly placed them in a layout tray as if you did them yourself. The walk over to the house party was quiet. Thank god it was just next door. Joe went to knock on the door lightly and waited for someone’s arrival on the other side. When someone finally did both of your mouths immediately dropped for different reasons, however. Your mouth dropped since the man that stood before you was one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen in your life. You couldn’t tell if that was a bruise or a birthmark on his eyebrow but what does it matter? He was still hot both ways. Joe's mouth was wide open because this was the exact man from earlier today and after a glance at your facial expression he knew this mysterious man was going to be a problem. A problem for the life you built here, a problem for the things Joe had done in the past, a problem for you.

“Hi, I’m Elliot.”

[this-acuteneurosis]

Regarding Jango/Satine:

I’ve been thinking about it, but not because I think you’re going to do it or anything. Rather because I’ve always been FASCINATED by the systems where monarchy is hereditary, through the female line, and each Queen is expected to marry a man who is what the country needs (usually the greatest warrior, but sometimes the wisest, or the most diplomatic or whatever).

I read one theory that that’s why so many princesses and queens get kidnapped in old myths and fairytales - Helen was the rightful ruler of Sparta, as was Guinevere in some old versions, and the reason Paris of Troy/Mordred took them is because by marrying the women, they get the kingdom.

Anywho, combine that with my love of “we hate each other but this marriage has to work to save the world” and you can see why I ship Satine/Jango. Their union would be rough, but would theoretically solve a lot of Madalore’s problems.

That’s probably not why everyone else is shipping them, but I thought I’d share my reason.

Love your writing!!! Thank you so much for everything you do! Every time there’s an update my mom, my husband, my brother, and I all get really excited and discuss it. ❤️

I understand why people generally would want to ship Satine and Jango. I am a fan of a marriage of convenience/arranged marriage story myself.

I guess the parts that shocked me were the "bitter...exes" and "enemies to lovers vibes." Because in this fic Satine and Jango didn't know each other, and Obi-Wan is right there getting the cold shoulder from his bitter ex. Also, for me the foundation of a good enemies to lovers is respect and understanding of the other person even when you're enemies, and there's...none of that with this Satine and Jango? They do not respect each other, and they don't really understand each other or try to either.

Idk, I guess I was so surprised not by the concept of the pairing, but by people bringing it to this fic specifically.

[rachelbethhines]

Reblog with 5 TV Shows that You are Currently Watching

Little Princess Sara

Technically it's actually just one season of a larger anthology series called World Masterpiece Theater, but it has 46 episodes making it longer than several modern day shows, so I'm counting it at it's own thing.

It's an adaptation of one of my favorite novels A Little Princess. And unlike most adaptations, it actually adds things rather than cutting stuff. You can find the subbed version on YouTube.

The Adventures of Lancelot

If you're a Classic Doctor Who fan, particularly of Hartnell, then you'll want to check this series out. It's basically just Ian running around as a knight of the round table and having a poly relationship with King Arthur and Queen Guinevere rather than turning traitor.

It's free to watch on Tubi.

Amazing Hotels: Life Beyond the Lobby

This show helped me back during the first Trump disaster and I just found out that they've made more seasons, so I've returned to this little comfort show a second time around.

It's your typical travel series, showing off fancy places you'll never afford to visit yourself, but the series takes the time to follow and interview the actual people working to run these places, both upper management and regular employees and it provides a real look at the pros and cons of globalization.

It's a BBC show, so there's multiple places to find it. I'm currently watching it on Roku.

The Equalizer

I started watching this one with my mom. We don't agree on a lot of things, but we both decided that we liked this one.

She's a fan of police procedurals and murder mysteries. I like heist movies and 'robin hood/conmen' type characters. So this show strikes a balance between the two, believe it or not.

My sister is letting my mom use her Paramount account. I don't know where else to watch it besides on regular tv.

Glove and Boots

Man, I miss Glove and Boots.

I especially miss the gaming live streams.

Anyways I've been going through their older works whenever I need a good laugh.

Their YouTube account is still up, but the vast majority of their back catalog, including the game streams, is on Vimeo.

[pamsimmerstories]

they always got each other's back!

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[avery]: is everything okay? you never come to visit

[guinevere]: i just wanted to check if collin is okay. since delia is gone he’s always quiet and don’t interact much

[avery]: i know. but he’s okay. and this is about charlie being here. he wanted to see if she was gonna adapt. because he has a business trip tomorrow

[guinevere]: i know. i’m worried with both. charlie feels alone. mom tries her best and griff and i... we are always out because of college

[avery]: and mor is being a little brat. i know. don’t worry! charlie has mal and the girls here. earlier she made cookies with freya and now she’s calling her mom. i’m sure she’s going to be okay

[guinevere]: great! what about collin? should we do something?

[collin]: what about minding your own business?

[guinevere]: we’re just worried, cole. it’s almost two years!

[avery]: i haven’t said anything.

[guinevere]: wow! thanks a lot, avery!

[avery]: i hated when people tried to intervened in my life back then... i won’t do that to him.

[collin]: thanks, avery!

[guinevere]: you two are like in your own circle and the other siblings don’t matter

[collin]: it’s because we’re twins! you and griff are the same

[guinevere]: fair.

[avery]: i wish i could say the same about lav and rose. they are just babies, but i swear...

[guinevere]: good luck!

[forgottenroderick]

OOC | The Empress

felt like making crests, and so im back on this train heehee! ok so im thinking that maybe the white/silver in guin's crest is perhaps a nod to her mom's colors, so im thinking that's probs one of the main colors we're working w here and, w that in mind onto the charge!

as a reminder, doves symbolize loving constancy and peace, good tidings; represents the soul, the spirit of god; peace, purity, chastity; and argent indicates peace and sincerity

from [ this list ], the charges (in no partiucular order save the one i came upon them hahah) that felt most ~guin's mom~ lsdkjafsldkjf to me felt:

lion (probs white) -- dauntless courage; bravery, strength, ferocity, valour

winged lion (also probs white) -- prosperity, power, bravery, wisdom, royalty

golden fleece -- power, authority, kingship

pegasus (white) -- fame, eloquence, poetic study, contemplation; poetic genius and inspiration; swiftness

unicorn (white) -- extreme courage; virtue and strength; purity

sphinx -- omniscience, secrecy, mystery, guardianship, divinity, providence, intellect

pomegranate -- fertility and abundance

annulet/ring -- fidelity, mark of fifth son

fusil/diamond (probs white) -- travel, labor; industry; (of yarn) negotiation

lamp, ancient -- light, hope, purity, devotion, divinity, wisdom, intellect, good works

wing(s)/vol -- protection; swiftness; peace, flight, freedom, enlightenment

(i noted the cases in which the sigil is probs white vs the bg being white...idk if that really matters but here we are kladjsfkljsdf)

what do you guys think? (also, thinking abt this and idk if guin has any maternal family still kicking but even if they're distantly related they probs got a bigggg powerup at court the instant that woman died ironically enough lakjdsflkjsdjkf great husbanding, there, roderick! as always...)

POTENTIAL NAMES

also thinking of naming guin's mom elaine (the og ophelia!) given the arthurian connections and also the woman dying for love of a husband too concerned w another woman (who btw ~was guinevere whom elaine greatly resembled!) to notice vibes...what do you guys think of that? this name is v ancient and has lotsaaaa meanings but that thing i did about aria and eilionora's names include most of 'em! since this is, ofc, using different base languages, a basis for eilia's name and that of her mother as well which is why ive hesitated so long to just call her this hahaha

some versions:

elaine

elena

elina

eline

eliina

ella

elli

elna

helen

helena

hella

helle

leena

lene

ilona

these are all (except for elaine which is the welsh/french arthurian vers of the name) are of scandinavian derivation, like the visigothic language

another potential is dido, a legendary carthaginian queen who cast herself upon a funeral pyre when (in some versions) her lover abandoned her to go conquering. another hella old name manyyyy meanings by now but "beloved" and "wanderer" and "god + fire + woman" and "gold/golden" are amongst the most common/recurring

dido

dino

dion

dior

diot

dye

elisa

elishat

elissa

elsa

gusta

lilli

lise

tenney

side note that tenney might also serve as her ~house name instead so that's smth too idk

there's also

ophelia

who ~also famously drowned herself after her lover betrayed her. it means "help/advantage"

or, finally,

glauke/glauce

the second wife of jason who was poisoned by medea, his first wife, and means "gleaming/bright"

also obv down for any suggestions!! these were just some ideas based on the empress's own fate hahahaah

[fromtheboundlesssea]

HotD Season 2 Episode 2 Live Watch Thoughts

Seriously, I absolutely adore this new opening style. I really hope that they continue with this for the coming seasons (and in the other shows). The tapestry stuff is so pretty! Like I’m actually willing to watch through it. I usually just skip intros after watching them the first time.

Ugh. The bloody sheet. 😭

And now there are a ton of people 🫥 where were they before?

And Cole got dressed fast.

AND DESTROY THAT STUPID LEGO SET AEGON!

DECLARE WAR

ooooooo is Aemond going to find out that he was the one targeted? Are we not even going to get a proper reaction to him being told that his nephew is dead?

Man Otto looks shaken.

Take all of Alicent’s pain and give it to Daemon.

CALL HIM BY HIS NAME!

“But what they’ve done to my girl” 😭😭😭😭😭

I hate that Alicent is always made to feel as though she is at fault for everything but NONE of the other characters seem to feel the same sort of guilt, worthily had or otherwise?

Oooooooof yelling at Criston!

“The sanctity of my family!” 😭

“The Bitch Queen of Bastards” is a killer title though.

“You wished her life to be spared!” I’M—

THEY WERE GOING TO HAVE HIM TALE JAEHAERYS’ HEAD!!!??? 😭

Who else would it be random dude I have yet to know the name of (Jasper)? Who else? Sure someone who wants to start conflict.

Why are Rhaenys’ actions not viewed negatively? She killed hundreds of people.

“I will not have my little son’s body dragged through the street like a dead dog” WHERE ARE THE EMMYS?!?!

TOM MY LOVE YOU DESERVE THE WORLD FOR YOUR ACTING

AEGON LOOKING TO HIS MOM!

“My darling” 😭😭😭😭😭😭🤣🤣

HELAENA!!!!!

“I don’t want them closer. I don’t know them.” MY BABY

“This is for my boy” 😭

Why would you still use the goldcloaks? Especially since we don’t have Alicent’s brother leading them yet?

THE HEAD SHAKING MORE THAN THE BODY!!!!!!!

YOU CHILD MURDERER DO NOT GET TO ACT SO SORRY AND LIP TREMBLING!!!!!

THE SEWN HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOSH THIS IS LIKE ROBB ALL OVER AGAIN!

“Are you going to hurt me?” YOU MURDERED A CHILD!

The petals like ashes 😭

My poor child who does not want to be touched 😭

GIVE THE CHILD SOME DIGNITY IN HIS FUNERAL!

GIRL YOU PUBLICLY ASKED FOR YOUR RECENTLY WOUNDED BROTHER TO BE SHARPLY QUESTIONED!

DAEMON YOU ARE A MONSTER!

Girl, you have shown no interest in your sister until it now suits you.

Rhaenys is catching on.

You are not even talking about how that CHILD is your nephew.

Whichever twin do you wonder if things would have been different had you stayed?

Good Rhaenyra seems to have caught on too.

Good. Don’t believe him Rhaenyra. He destroys so much of your good PR. People think he killed his first wife and murdered your first husband! People are going to assume bad things!

GIRL.

Good call him out. But why did you not notice all these things when PEOPLE POINTED THIS OUT TO YOU.

Do not like Rhaenyra, but get the HECK AWAY FROM HER DAEMON

OOOOOO still calling it his brother’s throne instead of Rhaenyra’s!!!!

Emma out here with their acting!

Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra mention your brother! Mention Baelon!

Ooooo Daemon calling out why part of Viserys named her heir.

Emma is so gorgeous. I am distracted.

“It was a mistake” this entire war is based on mistakes and misunderstandings apparently.

Yay! Baela talked!

Ooooo! Baela and Rhaenyra will actually have a conversation!

So Baela is going to watch King’s Landing?

Is it just me or does Baela’s dress sort of remind you guys of the ribbing of Sansa’s coronation dress? That ribbing embroidery thing? At first I thought it might be meant to mirror Rhaenyra’s dress, but it looks more like Sansa’s coronation dress.

Oh good. Helaena has ladies.

AEGON AND HELAENA! My babies are hurt!

Do you think this is the same nursery Criston watched the Green kids grow up in?

Rhaenyra sort of staring at her kids.

I wish we saw them interacting more with the babies.

My guilt ridden babies. They are Guinevere and Lancelot coded and it hurts.

But honestly, I wish this episode had been their first sex scene and the implied first time they have ever had sex. But you know. Game of Thrones. HBO. They have to make one woman be the sex-ed character. Who cares about writing?

all the guys getting up and leaving is SOOOOO funny. It’s giving “calling my significant other’s full name in front of his family”

Acting is giving this episode. I will give them that.

I like that while the Green twin does not like being question, you can tell he is not fully angry because he knows that everyone is angry about this.

Is Criston the one to send the Green twin to kill Rhaenyra in the book? I know the twins fight, but is this how it is initiated?

I wish we actually saw more of the twins before episode 9 so we could care a little more that the twins die. Both of them die don’t they?

Ooo Baela and Jace are going to talk?

“Too many empty seats” maybe because a child was murdered?

You hate your dad Baela? Would have loved some characterization last season.

You definitely have Dad issues Jace.

Wish we saw Laenor be a dad. Like actual parenting. Time skips really robbed us of growing to like characters.

You’re asking about Harwin?

Are you flirting while talking somewhat casually about Jace’s bastardry?

They really did find an actress that kind of looks like Phia for whatever this prostitute is going to be used for.

Also, if this is in King’s Landing, that prostitute might have been one of the women Daemon would have went after.

Good lord. No. Really. Aemond deserves more.

Ewan is also skinny. I can see that boy’s ribs!

“When prince’s lose their temper it is others that suffer” is a great line wasted on a character who seemingly preyed on a child.

Oh, Hugh has a kid? Is that canon to the books? OH! That was one of the women at the funeral crying over Jaehaerys.

“Did he say when?” Probably better to ask if he promised before HIS SON WAS MURDERED!

Addam! I wish he had white hair so I could use him as a faceclaim. But I get it. Who wants an ugly wig distracting from the beautiful face?

Interesting. Are Alyn and Addam going to serve as an older version of Jace and Luke?

Post sex Corlys and Rhaenys?

“Let us take him at his word.” Why? What has he done to inspire so much confidence when he already is the reason for the murder of a CHILD

Why is Mysaria granted the title of Lady?

“I had nothing to do with it” you are connected.

Does Rhaenyra not remember Mysaria? They met in episode 2 last season? I think she was even named in his letter as his “wife” and future mother of a bastard?

Oh good. Now she remembers.

Is that the actress’ actual accent?

“I have no interest…” Mysaria, again, why would she trust you?

Mysaria’s character is so confusing. I think it’s partially because she doesn’t have any sort of characterization.

Mysaria, are you not still a whore? You are just a madam now?

How did you get that scar?

Again, the spaces inbetween episodes are so important. And I don’t watch the after the episode stuff because if it’s not in the episode then I won’t use it to cloud my judgement of what is going on.

Is Alyn going to claim Seasmoke? So is Laenor just going to be dead? Or are they going to make it so dragons can claim more than one person? Or is Laenor alive and to keep up the facade is just going to pretend to be Alyn?

“What did they do?” At least inform the people why the boys are hung.

Poor dog lost his child murdering master.

“Oh~ I had them hanged.” I’m sorry that choice is 🤣

No, but why would you not state that the rat catchers are some how connected to the murder of a prince?

That gaze shift from Criston was a “don’t drag me into this” look

If people get annoyed with Criston calling Rhaenyra a bitch then they need to go after Daemon with the same amount of energy. He has said it WAY more.

“You never think of your father” HE BARELY KNEW HIS FATHER BECAUSE HIS FATHER DID NOT CARE TO KNOW HIM

Viserys is the reason the realm has gotten to this point Otto.

“He was right about you.” Viserys had no thought about his son at all to have an opinion.

Would have loved to see more of a relationship between Otto and his grandchildren so all of this could feel more weighted.

And Criston does not want this. 😬

“You will regret this” Otto you need to figure out how to talk to people. You are smarter than this.

Why would you trust someone Daemon trusted?

Oh? Mysaria is going to be sent away? Okay. The point then?

Oh, is she going to notice the Green twin? Is that her only purpose then? Girl? You are about to be free! Why do you care? (Jk. I know it’s for plot)

Again. I wish I knew these brothers and Mysaria more so I can feel the weight of their actions. Mysaria’s need for freedom being thrown away or make it obvious that she is trying to curry favor. Something.

And Emma’s color is blue.

The man also doesn’t know his way around Dragonstone. It’s a stupid plan.

Why is this scene building more tension than Blood and Cheese by flipping between the Green twin and Rhaenyra? Like???? This is how B&C should have been set up?

Also, if you knew someone had a twin on the other side, why would you not do something to distinguish them?

WHY IS THIS SCENE GETTING MORE TENSION?!?!?!?

Jk, again, I know why, it’s for the sake of making the Blacks ALWAYS looking better and deserving more sympathy.

Again, I would care more about these twins if I knew them

Once more. This tension would have been better served for B&C.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CANNOT STAY THERE OTTO?!?!?!?

DAERON MENTION!?!?!?!? He exists?

“The young are peacocks” does that not also describe Viserys too?

“I have sinned.” “I do not wish to hear of it.” The only actual father-daughter relationship that has any sort of solid development.

Loved the close up on Aegon’s short finger nails and Viserys’ ring.

AND ALICENT TALK TO YOUR SON. Ugh. But no. Let’s just have Alicent be used for the necessary sex scenes needed in a GoT/HBO show instead of having more character plot with her children.

I do think this would have been a better introduction to them having sex.

This was a meh episode.

Thoughts on the promo for Episode 3:

So Jace won’t be the one to suggest the dragonseed?

Also, where was Rhaena? I thought she was in the promo for episode 2?

[meoawa]

Order of summoning and circumstances of some summoners and servants(mostly just Artoria and Tart)

Illya was brought to Fuyuki during the fourth war and thus aged normally and also acquires the Emiya crest. She summons Archer at the cannon time then starts badgering Shirou to summon Saber.

Shirou, with help from Illya, Sakura, and Rin has a better time with his magecraft and picks up blacksmithing after learning his element and origin. He summons Saber a week after Illya.

Rin summons Caster who, after parsing the Great Grail war Rules, drags Rin to the Emiya household and tells Shirou that he will teach him everything he knows after barging in and explaining things, much to the concern and confusion of Illya, Shirou, and Sakura, who was staying over that night.

Sakura is rescued from her canon fate by the magus tradition for siblings that share a soulmate being having the sibling that doesn't get the crest find their own path. She summons Rider the next day

The other three masters of red are found and brought to the Emiya Household.

Artoria is much better mentally with Camelot lasting beyond her reign, the Lancelot-Guinevere affair being openly being between soulmates with one in a political marriage, teaching Mordred to be a good king, and her deal with Alaya being for the ability to reach her soulmates naturally(see Lion_of_Avalon's Pursuit of the dream on AO3https://archiveofourown.org/works/34621243/chapters/86187268)

The Magia Record plot happens and is resolved/averted a year after the end of Homura's timeloops, leading to there being a doppel field encompassing all of Japan by the time of the grail war. The Wings of Magius eventually figure out how to reverse the transformation into a Witch and soon Wraiths start to spawn within the Doppel field.

Kyoko Madoka and Oriko summon their servants while Homura is in Europe looking for Catalysts.

For Catalysts Homura finds Riz's Witch and Mordred's lance, and potentially a few minor catalysts for the others.

Sayaka summons Mordred expecting her to be Saber/Lancer, but gets Saber/Avenger because of Morgan le Fay having Been summoned as Caster of Black.

Homura is the last of the Purple team to summon as she needed to purify Riz's Greif seed into a soul gem, get a new body for her, and then finally enlist her help in summoning Tart.

The location of the hidden crypt containing Liz/Riz's witch was provided by a Mirror Witch clone early on in Homura's loops.

Mordred died of old age. She also took one look at Shirou's soulmarks and immediately calls him mom in front of Sakura and Taiga(who was read into the Moonlit world just an hour earlier after noticing the command seals.)

Soulmates who are extremely temporally separated tend to have the ones from earlier in the time stream encounter temporal anomalies in their teens so they live happy lives together. Alaya is the force behind the time travel and obviously extorts some Counter Guardian time from anyone usable as one, sometimes adding to their legend, most relevantly with Tart by having her disappear just moments before the flames of the Pyre touched her.

[paintbrushnebula]

don't ask me what that random stroke in the corner is because I frankly don't know how it got there

I'm like in the middle of the first chapter of @lokoteibex 's Sunshine fanfic and I spontaneously drew what I imaged Edmund is supposed to look like in the fic.

I think he's supposed to be younger here, since I'm sure the first chapter takes place in the past and Guinevere seems like she's set to be Eugene's mom, again I'm barely through the first chapter but im already hooked. See, when I grow attached to fanfics, I always have to have these drawn/photographic references of what the stuff I'm reading about looks like according to my imagination (idk if I described that correctly)

can people read my posts. I almost failed standard English comp last semester bc my writing lacked English level syntax writing or whatever and I get the feeling my texts don't convey what I'm trying to explain very good. Although I think this one particular post seems pretty eloquent now that I'm looking at it. It's really all my other posts though. whatever like, I passed English comp and now I'm taking intro to literature, so come next month you'll see im gonna be at a Shakespearean level of eloquence, and when readers/listeners have trouble following along on my sentences, it won't be because my grammar is bad. It'll be because I'll be a sophisticated parnassian. I like that word "Parnassian". I just found out that word exists just so I could finish this post with an elaborate, unfunny tangent. It's a cool word though. I'm storing this word in my vocabulary. bite me.

[monsterswithimagines]

Undisclosed Desires - Part 15

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Words: 1388

Masterlist

Warning!! You guys are going to love me for this one. Or hate me. Lol.

You are not the first woman I've had to kill for.

Candace had lots of male friends, and at one point or another, they all tended to get too close to her. But she liked it, and she was sad when they died. She blamed herself and asked stupid questions like: “why does everybody around me get hurt, Joe?”

You are stronger than Candace. You recognize how bad Jasper was, and you are not sad. You don't ask stupid questions, either. You just shrug after you tell me your coworker died and say “he kind of had a drug problem, so…”

And that is that.

You are not fighting with your grandparents anymore, but now you're fighting with your mom. When I come over, you're usually in a bad mood and no amount of me trying to make you feel better helps, because you don't want to feel better. You want to be angry.

“What?” you snap at me when I tell you to put on your jacket. “I don't want to go out, Joe.”

“C'mon,” I say, trying to stay calm. “We're going for a walk.”

I'm lucky you like to be told to do things, even when you're angry. Other women might have fought me, but you put on your jacket. You're basically steaming out of your ears, you're so mad, but you go with me.

You don't ask me where we're going when I hail us a cab. You're trying to stonewall me again, but this time I won't let you.

This time, I think I really have found something that might help.

Here's something I've learned about you, (Y/n): your emotions hit you like a freight train. When you're anxious, you don't know what to do with yourself, so you rearrange all your furniture. When you're happy, you sing and you dance. People like you usually have the most destructive anger, and you know that, so you turn it all inwards and shut people out.

Other people would try to blow off steam with sex, but you've convinced yourself that even after nearly three months of dating, it's still too soon for us. You told Grey about it a while ago, which is good because it means you're finally ready to tell the important people in your life that we're together (you also, finally, told Nadia).

But also, (Y/n), I'm going a little bit insane.

I have to blow off steam, too, you know?

There's a derelict building in Bed-Stuy. When walking past it, you might just assume that it's sitting empty. But no. It's owned by a friend of Mr. Mooney's, and it's a legitimate business.

You're suspicious when I try to lead you inside, but then a woman opens the door for us and you relax a little.

The woman greets us happily. She introduces herself as Janine and tells you she loves your top. She's thirty and bottle blond and wears a lot of pastels. I can tell you want to throttle her, but you thank her instead.

Janine leads us to a room which is set up just like a regular office, and hands you a baseball bat.

You look at me blankly.

“What is this, Joe?”

“Well,” I say, as Janine hands me a baseball bat as well. “It's a rage room.”

“A what?”

Maybe they don't have rage rooms in The Netherlands, or maybe you've just never been to one.

“A rage room,” I repeat. “It's a place where you can go to destroy things.”

“You guys have an hour,” Janine tells me happily, and then she leaves.

We're alone and you're still not getting it. You follow me into the room, but you don't know what to do with yourself. I'm going to have to get this thing started.

I lift the baseball bat in my hands, feeling its heft. It's not one of those cheap plastic ones, but real, solid wood like the one I keep under the counter at Mooney's. You could really hurt someone with this.

I throw all my weight as I swing the bat. You gasp when the desk lamp shatters.

“Like that,” I say.

I can see the wheels inside your brain turning. I'd love to know what you're thinking right now. You've never seen me do anything violent, so maybe you're trying to process that. Or maybe you're just trying to process the fact that I expect you to destroy things.

You lift the bat. You look at it like it's an alien.

Then, you swing it, and the analog computer screen crashes to the floor.

You like it.

You are smiling and the desk is next. You tell me to help you and we go at it together, hitting the cheap wooden furniture until it splits right down the middle. I throw a chair at the wall, you swing at the corner table. We both leave the bookcase in the corner alone, though. We would never destroy books. We're better than that.

You look beautiful when you're violent.

Your hair is flying around and at some point, you take off your jacket. There is a drop of sweat running down your collarbone until it disappears into your tank top, right between your boobs. There is even some dirt on your forehead, I don't know where it came from.

Then, you're done and you see me watching you. You drop the baseball bat and you rush me. For a moment, I think you might even hit me. My head is still in that place. But of course you don't.

You put your hands on my cheeks and I wrap my arms around your waist and drop my bat, too, and it clatters to the floor loudly.

Did I tell you you're a fast learner, (Y/n)? You are so good at kissing, now. You know exactly what I like and I know exactly what you like. When we kiss, it's electric, and that's not just because we're both sweaty and out of breath and ready to blow off even more steam.

Your hips are pressed into mine and you can tell I'm hard, but you don't pull away from me. You let me push you against the wall and kiss and bite your neck. You moan. You're not sure what to do with your hands so you grab my shoulders, and you bring your leg up so it's rubbing me through my jeans.

I really think you might let me fuck you right here, in this room that we just laid waste to together. But then, the worst thing that has ever happened to any man ever, happens to me.

A flash of lightning. I groan. I hide my face against your neck in embarrassment.

You are quiet. You're not sure what just happened.

“Did you just…?”

Of course I just. It's been so long, (Y/n). I should have known this would happen the second you put your hands on me.

“Joe?”

“I'm sorry,” I say.

I'm not sorry. This is kind of your fault. But what else do I say when I just came in my jeans like a high school boy?

You take a deep breath. Then, you laugh.

You're laughing at me. I've ruined everything.

“Oh, my God,” you say. “I've never made a guy come before.”

You're not laughing at me. You're laughing at yourself - at the power you have over me. I pull away from you and you're smiling, and then you kiss me again. Slow and sweet this time.

“Next time,” you whisper, “you're going to be inside me when that happens.”

I could get hard again right now. I really could.

But our hour is almost up. I don't want Janine to come in here and find us fucking against the wall. And, really, now that I'm thinking more clearly… I don't want our first time together to be like this. I don't want your first time to be like this.

“Can't wait,” I say.

The cab ride back to your apartment, and then mine, is the most uncomfortable I've ever been. I'm glad when I can change out of my dirty clothes. But it was worth it because You've never made a guy come before.

I was your first. I will be your first.

And it will be soon.

[gellavonhamster]

reading the post-vulgate, part 1 (the merlin continuation)

"The eldest was called Gawain, the second Gaheriet, the third Agravain, and the fourth Guerrehet" no fucking way they're in a different order again. When will it end

if Merlin knows everything that will happen, why does he go on about how he won't tell Arthur who the knight destined to destroy the kingdom is because he doesn't want to kill a child? A lot more children are going to die because this bitch is refusing to be specific

finally Yvain is Morgan's son again, this was Bothering me

Mordred hit his head as an infant so hard that the scar remained for all his life. This is potential for his brothers making jokes in the vein of "and that's why he is like that" later

in this version, the father of Sagremor the Unruly is also called the Unruly, making it their surname, I guess, which is funny, even though at a later point in Chapter 59 the narrator changes his mind and says that it was Kay who gave Sagremor this nickname

big fan of the fact that Mordred and Sagremor are raised together - there's something cute about a doomed-by-the-narrative goth and a reckless fun guy being childhood friends. And then one of them kills the other :)))

oh, the May babies are rescued in this one! Nice

brief glimpses of some fairy drama as the lady who was girded with the sword that Balin could remove "owed allegiance to the lady called the Lady of the Isle of Avalon" and the one that wanted her killed for killing her father was the one that helped Arthur take Excalibur from the hand in the lake

"In this place will meet in battle the two most faithful lovers of their time" sounds like Lancelot and Tristan will be each other's lovers and the battle in question will be their meet-cute

"For [King Lot] is the one in my land in whom I would have trusted most in great need, and for whom I would have done most" buddy, you slept with his wife.

Gawain is eleven years old when he swears to kill Pellinor for killing his father! And the adults at the funeral praise him for such noble intentions! God!!!

yesss this version supports my headcanon that Yvain's animal-befriending powers are a result of Morgan experimenting with various magic while she was pregnant with him

seriously, would everything that eventually happens had ever happened if Merlin wasn't walking around telling people "you will kill him, and you will kill him, and one of these two boys you're raising will kill the other", thus making everyone think it's inevitable?

you know what would've made reading this easier and more enjoyable? If I cared about Balin

according to this one, there should be 150 Knights of the Round Table

I like that Guinevere is being referred to as "valiant"

"for no adventure that may happen, unless mortal peril is to come of it, may a knight who is sitting at table stir before he has eaten" is a good custom, more contemporary jobs should follow it

Tor's mom is great (loved it when she rebuked Merlin and everyone laughed) and I can't wait for Gawain to kill Pellinor

Kay being described as "a good enough knight, but not as good as the others" lmao

my brain refuses to perceive young Bademagu. This is a middle-aged man with (at least?) two adult children

“Now come forward and see a king’s daughter wield a sword” is one hell of a line

yelling @ the maiden/mother/crone ladies making fun of Gawain being short

I imagine Gaheris here speaking in a very patient voice that simultaneously verges on hysterics because he's so fucking exasperated

I thought this text might change my opinion on Gaheris for the better, but then the matricide part came, with "But it was his opinion that the lady should be blamed and humiliated" and "Then he put his hand on his sword and wished to kill his mother, but he would leave the knight, because he seemed too handsome and valiant, and he was disarmed", and nope, still hate that guy

like what the fuck is WRONG with you!!!

oh I am seething right now

"for they were tired, although they had not yet done anything" meeee

[koeiasequoia]

Okay so! Said we'd make a post about this so here it is! All about the rest of Gawain's family!

The Caerleon family consists of

Arcturus (Arty) [he/him], the father, pure arcanine, standing at an imposing 8 and a half feet tall. Well muscled, still a bit of gut, he's been a professional battler since he was young, at first solo, and then tag team once he met his wife. Generally a happy man and an easy laugher, he's always excited to fight, or at least to be doing anything active. Pure Fire type.

Guinevere (Gwen) [she/her] - mom! She's a Meowscarada, specifically using Karina's design, aside from the altered design, she's a relatively normal Meowscarada. Was an entertainer before she met Arcturus, at which point she joined him as tag team battlers. Cool, collected, witty, with a mischievous undertone. Grass/Dark type.

Accolon (Accy) [he/him] 33yrs - The oldest brother, he's a shiny arcanine, and also the only electric type in the family, no one knows how or why! An avid runner he's up bright and early at 6 fucking am to eat breakfast before he goes on a morning jog. Track and field in high school, general cheerful and competitive, and flaming pansexual. The only one to have a kid, aside from the parents obviously lol. Pure Electric type.

Mordred (Mori) [he/him] 13yrs - Accolon's son, half Growlithe, half Rockruff. A bundle of energy who, despite being from two types weak to water, absolutely LOVES the water and swimming and everything, good thing his dad can swim too. Fire/Rock type

Lucan (Lulu) [he/him] 31yrs - brother number 2 (fun fact, actually the first brother we made for G). He's a Hisuian growlithe taur. Exceptionally large, good foot or so taller than their dad, and very much fat, also the physically strongest of all of them, but unendingly lazy, here for a good time he likes to rest, relax, and eat. Will absolutely throw a mountain at you if fuck with his family though. Also aromantic as hell. Fire/Rock type.

Gawain (G) [they/them] 26yrs - third kid, and our fursona lmao. Works at a special library, does fire and plant magic, has a prosthetic arm. And WILL kill you if you don't return your books on time. Overall a happy canine... at this point anyways lmao. Pure Fire type, occasionally acquires Grass type too.

Safir (Saf) [he/they] 23yrs - twink-ass femboy-ass bitch, thigh highs and skirts and crop tops and cropped jackets galore. Very into fashion and being cute (and being a bratty bottom lmao). 100% will talk about you behind your back, kind of a bitch (Also with a design based on this that a friend sent us). Fairy/Ground type.

Morgan (Lil M) [it/its] 21yrs - the youngest of the family, and also the smallest, only standing at about 3 or so feet tall, this little arcanine inherited its mom's green colors and hypno abilities. Snarky, sarcastic, and mischievous, it's also rather possessive of it's oldest brother Accolon (it was also one of our partners fursonas for a while lol). Pure Grass type.

[kaz-identified]

Guinevere pauses, glancing sidelong at the gates. "Uh, you all go on ahead. I've got some business to attend to."

Gale gives her a confused look. "I thought we were headed to-"

Vas sees the look in Guin's eyes. "She's always got business somewhere. Come on, guys," he interrupts, signaling Gale and Karlach to follow. "We should go see about those books you need, Gale."

Guin gives him a small grateful nod. The two groups split off, Guin heading towards the graveyard, Vas and the others headed towards whatever magic shop Gale was looking for.

Guinevere stops outside the gates, swallowing hard. It was approaching sundown. She never liked being in graveyards late. But it was just as well, the place was all but empty.

She moves quickly, quietly, approaching the secluded corner. Her breathing grows shallow, that impenetrable, fierce armor of the untouchable Phoenix breaking in all the wrong places. Her eyes growing wet with barely restrained tears. Her fire growing dim with every step she took towards the small grave.

She takes a breath, swallowing hard as she comes to stand before it. She fights back tears. She would hate to see her like this.

She lowers herself to the ground, leaning against the wall beside the grave. "Hey kid," she greets, quiet. "I brought you something." She digs about her bag, pulling a small deck of cards. "Those trading cards you always liked. I traded some kids on the road, got a Gold Dragon card. And I brought some whiskey," she pulls two glasses from her bag of holding, pouring the small bottle of whiskey between the two. She sets one on the grave, holding the other up in a small toast. "To your bravery, oh Dragonheart," she toasted, clinking her glass with the one on the grave. She throws the shot back, wincing at the bitter taste.

She pours the shot glass on the grave out, letting it soak into the soil. The grave remains silent.

"I know, I know. Your mom would be pissed. But no one should die without drinking once. Even if it's in the afterlife," Guinny defends herself to no one but the wind.

She looks down, swallowing hard. "Speaking off, I uh... I spoke to your mom again. She's doing better. As... as good as she can, given what happened. She got your sword polished finally, like you asked."

She grows silent for a moment. "I'm... I'm sorry for not visting for so long. I was busy in Neverwinter and Waterdeep. And well, you know the Lord's Alliance doesn't quite like me," she chuckles. "And now I'm on this whole new adventure. Vas' with me. Sorry he didn't come by, one of our new friends had some business to attend to. He's a wizard, kind of a loser, too ambitious but he's got a good head on his shoulders. I think you'd like him." She pauses, fighting tears. She looks up, eyes trained on the stars.

"A lot of my new friends remind me of you. Lot of good hearts and clever minds. And I met Jaheira! She's traveling with us now. She's exactly like you always expected her to be. Harsh tongue, whip smart. Almost took Vas' head off when she met us," she laughs. "He almost deserved it this time." She breaths out harsh. "And we met a blacksmith who worked in the Hells for a time. I let him see your sword, he said it's well made, but it's balance is off. Like I kept telling you."

She pauses, tilting her head to the side. She could hear something like a girl's laugh in the wind. She smiles, ever so softly. "I'm thinking of seeing if we can join her and the Harpers, once we kill this... Absolute. Like you always wanted to..." Guinny trails off, letting herself take a moment to breath.

"...I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you, back then. We met some kids on our adventure. They're a lot like you when we first met. Bright eyed and too clever for their own good. I saved one of them from a druid with a snake," she trails off, choked up. "I think that counts as something akin to doing right by you. And if that doesn't, I'm going to cleave a sword right into this damn 'Absolute's' heart and drive it so deep that it feels the wrath of the Phoenix and the Dragonheart." She looks down at her scabbard, where a slightly misshapen rapier rests. "...I'll break this evil with your sword, Kath. I just... I hope you guide my hand when I do."

She stands up, corking the bottle of whiskey. She rests it in the flowers at the grave. "Share that with Danny when you see him, yea?" she requests.

The wind whistles through the trees, a cheerful tune in the branches. "I'll see you later, kiddo."