#hate for bastards and murder.

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

The princess of Dragonstone, chapter 3: Bathtime.

Concept: Daella's is rhaenyras daugther and now aemonds prisoner. First fanfic and not edited very well. Aemond forces his pet to wash herself before he will even consider touching her.

WARNINGS: Forced undressing, threaths, terrified mc, hate for bastards and murder.

Aemonds rooms in the red keep are smaller than my own. He shows it proudly to me, gesturing with his hand still covered in his leather riding gloves. 'This, will be your new cage. Allow me to show you the way.'

'I will die before becoming your whore, Aemond Targaryen!'

'I love the way you scream my name.' I freeze under his touch when he wets his lips very slowly. 'I really do. I hope you are just as vocal here as when I take your maidenhead, Lady Strong.' I finally break the distance between us.

My maidenhead? What does he want with that? 'What? Aemond, what are you talking about?'

'You heard my brother. Neutralizing you. That is what he wants. We want to make sure if you were to escape you can't marry some Dornish prince or high lord of Lannister.'

'Because you simply won't have the one thing every man desires in his princess bride: Virginity.' He touches my chin and stares at my underlip full desire. He leans closer and closer...

And steps back. He looks at my defeated face. My sulken expression and probably hears the beating irregular fast beating of my heart. He continues with his tour now that i am speechless and toothless.

'These are my main quarters. There's my chair by the fireplace and my expensive very old and very dear to me Valyrian book collection that came from the Maesters. They based it on high Valyrian texts Aegon brought with him, when he conquered Westeros.'

'You always were stuck with your nose in the books. Are these from here or were they made somewhere else?'

Aemond huffs, and I notice the walls going up quickly around him. 'Like you cared enough to remember anything about me, Lady Strong.' He is wrong about that. I didn't hate him when we were little.

I have one memory of him even reading to me about a fairytale princess. 'Aemond, I liked you. As a friend. But that was before...' i hesitate. I better not bring up that pain again.

He grabs my chin and forces me to look at his face. That eternal reminder of what happend that day. His eye. 'Before what? Before your brothers took my eye? I'm going to take something from each and every one of you Strongs. You are next to pay your debt to me. '

He says something in high valyrian. I dont know what. I never learned. Mother encouraged it but the language was too difficult for me to understand. The letters kept dancing and it would frustrate me.

Aemond take me by my hand and walks me to the next door that ends in a bathroom. There is a big bath made of porcelain. Filled with water. I look briefly at my dirty hands. Still dirty thanks to the dragon i rode on.

Aemond smiles sweetly. 'Now comes a word you may know, my little pet: Dohaerās.' It's a dragon rider command. It simply means: Serve or obey.

My hands start to shake and I am preparing to leave this part of his rooms. If i am quicker than him, I might even lock him up.

He takes of his gloves and the leather cracks with every movement he makes. Slowly he dips his hand in the water of the batthub. 'Undress.' He says without taking his good eye off of me.

My fingers slowly touch my hair. 'I don't think it would be good to do that, here. Why don't we go back to your rooms and you bring out a nice bottle of wine and i-' he laughs.

He sighs deeply but smiles. That calculating smile. 'You are apparently a bit deaf. That's okay. I'm a bit blind. Now, place your hands on the edge of the tub. Don't remove them, or I will make sure you regret it.'

'Aemond-' My voice squeaks and shakes as i see what he is doing. Either way he is undressing to have his way with me. Or he is simply taking off his belt to use it to torture me.

He hears my squeaking terrified voice. 'Music to my ears, now Lady Strong. How about you take off your pretty dress for me? Or would you like to experience what I do with girls who disobey?' I can imagine it'll hurt badly.

I make effort to remove my own coat. 'Keep your hands on the edge of the tub.' That makes it impossible to do so.

'I cant undress this way, Aemond.' I confess to him, hands shaking. Aemond shrugs.

Very quickly i remove my fingers of the tub and rip off my coat. Aemond grabs my arm and places my hand back to the edge of the tub.

'Aemond, no. Please don't-' Its too late. Aemond hits the belt and the hard leather edge hits my fingers.

I let out a scream. Its like burning my fingers. 'You take off my dress then.' I say angrily with his punishment.

Aemond grabs my chin, dropping his belt. 'What was that?' I swallow. Terrified of another punishment.

'Take off my dress.' I whisper softly.

He laughs cruelly. 'I didnt hear you.'

'Take off my dress!'

'With pleasure, Lady Strong.' He turns me around roughly and starts ripping my dress. He touches me where he can and he smiles when i see his reflection in the mirror or in the water.

'Beautiful.' He mutters in my ear when his tumbs rubs my breasts. 'Take off your skirts too. I want to see my pet as she is. Without pretty jewelry and fancy silk. I want to see every little detail.'

I close my eyes. 'Aemond please, remove my skirts for me.'

He gets to work and rips my skirts as well. He is too impatient and doesn't care about my clothing. 'because you ask so sweetly.' And the next thing i know i am naked.

'Stand up.' Aemond barks at me. Hesitantly. Scared and full of fears. My long hair covers part of my breasts. Aemond pushes it aside, behind my shoulders. 'Gods. That such a ugly couple can make such a beautiful thing.'

Its cold. I shake of fear and cold. 'M-may i dress?' I ask the prince. He laughs.

'No, but you will get in the tub if you know whats good for you. Do you know whats good for you, Lady Strong?' I softly place one foot in the bath and follow with another. Then i let my body sink in the hot water.

'Good girl.' Aemond praises, belittling. I clutch my knees and cry softly.

'You'll make a fine wife. Obeying me, without question or protest.' I cry a bit louder.

He smiles at me. 'Time you washed yourself. I'm not fucking a dirty mud rat. When i get to fuck a princess, i want her meassuring up to my wishes and standards.'

He hands me a washing cloth and a bar of soap. 'You stay here, if i see wet footprints on the floor i am getting my belt. Am i clear?'

'Yes.' I can blurt out before he storms out of the room. The bar of soap has sunken to the ground of the tub and makes the whole room smell at least nice. The water is warm. I hope Aemond won't join me.

I don't think a bath will fix his stench issue. He always smells like he just came from burning down two villages and roasted a pig.

Roasted pig. I smile, when i picture my little brother sitting across Aemond. A devious smile on his lips. Luc.

The door opens again. I expect to see Aemond but it are servants. Maids. 'Help me. The prince, he wants to hurt me. I am princess Daella the true born-'

One of them smiles at me. 'The prince has informed us about his new toy. He wants you washed before he plays with you.' Plays. I softly touch my own belly. Sickened.

They won't help me. 'Is there word from Dragonstone?' I ask, before breaking out in tears.

The other girls start doing their jobs. They wash me and my hair and brush it as well. 'Your mother tries to negotiate with Aemond but our prince is very happy with you.' She has a annoying face that begs for a good punch.

I dont even care. 'My mother will retake this castle. Help me escape and she won't burn you to ashes.' The leader of the maids suddenly grabs hold of Aemonds belt that still lies around and tries to hit me as well.

My eyes widen in horror. She is stopped by two other maids.'Do not hit her, the prince told us we couldn't. Pass it down to him, he'll handle her.'

'She is a whore. She deserves to die.' Oh great. More people that hate me for something i couldn't control.

The other maid begs the leader to reconsider. 'After Aemond is done with her, I'm sure he will grant a painful and creative humiliating death-'

Aemond. He is back. He smells a bit better but still like roasted pig. He scowls. 'You seem frightened, my little pet. Don't you like your new friends?'

I eye the leader of the maids coldly. 'Aemond, one tried to hit me with the belt.' I grant her a smile. Now she will lose a few fingers. Or her job.

Aemond doesn't even shrug. 'You must've deserved it. You can be pesky and ungrateful.' The words hit like blows. Not that im pesky but...

He is going to let them abuse me. I become real quiet and feel fresh tears fall.

The leader speaks. 'My prince, it was me. I hitted the princess. Nearly! But i see now that its up to you to punish her. Not me. You see my family was murdered in Harrenhal. By those Strong scum-'

Aemonds body briefly releases a sigh. 'So warm in here. I'm going to open a window.' He says. I am still in the bath and wash my toes.

The servant follows him. He looks out at the great city of kings landing.'Come, i want to show you something. You see that? That is the great sept. Mother takes me there to pray every week. And that, that is the Pit.' He tells the maid while also grabbing her arms. He points with his finger and the maid nods in awh.

He starts telling and i listen to his voice. 'My ancestor, Aegon the conquer built this town from nothing. He called it king's landing. Do you know why?' He purrs in her ear.

I look up in disgust and huff. She blushes. 'No, my prince.' My eyes roll so hard im suprised they arent inside out.

Aemond speaks softly, touching her. 'Because it won't matter if we are kings, queens, or servants who don't know how to act around my pet. We all die a horrible death if we fall from a window of the red keep.' She chuckles.

Then it hits her. It hits her hard. She panics and tries to beg Aemond but he is much stronger and faster. He gives her a push and watches as her body falls down next to the Red Keep. He pushed her out of the window.

She is dead.

An enraged Aemond turns around and looks at the other terrified maids.'If someone else likes to bully or touch my pet inappropriately, you end up like a few red splashes down below. You are replaceable. You are worthless and we do not care about your personal life or revenge stories. Who disagrees can jump after her.'

'Now, hurry it up. Dress her. I am done waiting. I want my pet and i want her now.'

[kay-enemy]

As much as I love him as Red Hood, what if Jason made his big comeback as just... a better Batman? It could be like Battle for the Cowl except good.

He could make his name killing the worst of the named villains (Joker, maybe Professor Pyg if we ignore continuity) then become the Batman with less collateral damage (look he isn't shown being any less violent than Bruce, because DC writers believe might makes right when it comes to beating petty criminals to death, but I refuse to believe Jason "stealing tires from Batman to survive" Todd would not have more sympathy for thieves). Imagine a Batman who takes down violent criminals like rapists and killers but just stops the thieves and muggers like "bruh, don't rob these guys, I know someone with so much hereditary privilege and antique silver."

And then now that they have an option besides corrupt cops and corrupt bats, the people of Gotham might think "hmm, maybe minor crimes aren't an excuse for authority figures to break our bones and throw knives willy nilly."

[sarafangirlart]

Pyrrhus and Andromache before Hector's Tomb, by Johan Ludwig Lund

Me when I saw this painting for the first time:

[r0tting-teeth]

brutal pipe murder doodle because I stumbled upon this wonderful stock pic on pinterest the other day & just couldn’t help myself lol

[dragonkingz159]

Word of advice to all you taking on the Magikrab Gauntlet.

Take a New Leaf sticker in with you. Preferably on something that can use Broadcast or Echolocation. Because you can use it to cleanse the permanent debuffs or buffs on yourself or enemies. Yes, even the Archangels.

Decibelle is the easiest choice since you can get both on the same monster but I haven’t done much digging to see if there is a better option.

Also also, have fun with car 100. It’s hilarious.

[lesbianbanana]

Hera's relationship with Apollo is something that should be studied, in this essay I-

[superneightural]

John Horse Posting

Ideally John and Castiel would try to get along but in the way two insane people do and they just sit quietly in the same room drinking beer or whiskey like ‘yeah Im making a good impression’

[backpackingspace]

Young odysseus convincing everyone Ithaca is nothing but a poor island with rocks and goats to avoid any raids/conquerors/so he doesn't get murdered for talking to Helen bc "it's not like he's a real choice"

Young odysseus falling in love with Penelope at the same event: wait. Wait shit I fucked up hold on just hear me out

[jrueships]

zesty lowkey just another way for str8 ppl to say faggot / faggy and get away with it

[bonebabbles]

Clear Sky is fine compared to this one-dimensional bullshit we made up

"Whataboutism? In MY Warrior Cats?"

It's more likely than you think.

Clear Sky continues to guilt trip his son, whine and cry when a vote doesn't go his way because his victims don't trust his newest lie, and Gray Wing walks off so we can introduced to Slash.

Slash is Evil Foreigner Villain 2. Like One Eye, the narrative function of this character is to serve as our antagonist and make Clear Sky look better in comparison.

Don't think about how Clear Sky is the most vicious character in the series with a CURRENT body count of 3 direct murders (Misty, Bumble, Rainswept Flower), nearly a dozen more under his orders, a few counts of physical assault including smacking a kitten to the ground in anger, and ongoing emotional abuse of his own child. That was all "good intentions," the writers are gonna show you what they think "REAL" evil is!

...being more openly mean about the same exact thing Clear Sky did in Book 3. Hitting a kid for questioning why they're making enemies.

But nonononono guys this is UNIQUELY BAD we swear!!!!!

You can tell because Slash doesn't insist this is for Fern's own good somehow. He's just openly twirling his mustache instead of preparing a speech about self-defense or whatever. Their weakness is that they're "ruled by fear," unlike us Clan cats who are kept together by..... something else i guess.

What ELSE do you even call it, if you're held together by the idea that there's a constant barrage of bloodthirsty foreigners you need to defend yourselves against? Or an abusive tyrant who threatens, beats, or kills you for standing up to him? Or the unfounded belief that you're constantly a hair away from starving to the point where you have to send a domestic abuse victim back to her violent husband?

What do we call that, if not fear?

Isn't "fear" the other half of that dumbfuck "All Living Creatures Are Driven By Fear Or Greed" dichotomy they wrote in the earlier books, to try and barf up some kind of excuse for why Clear Sky skinning random women alive was actually very sympathetic?

You might want to twist this story to say, "Ok well it's saying that Clear Sky USED to be this bad, but hes not now" and id tell you that you're writing fanfiction. That's just not what's on the page. It does not draw that parallel and Clear continues to be a bastard without consequence. Read the shitty arc you keep telling me is actually sooo deep.

Slash and One Eye were inherently bad people. Unlike Clear Sky who's good at coming up with excuses that sound nice.

[nostalgia-tblr]

a collection

[wingsy-keeper-of-songs]

Tavi, having reached That Moment in Act 3: I have fought three gods, a Vampire Lord and the literal devil, how hard can this be?

The Absolute: *yeets Netherstones*

Tavi: Oh.

The Emperor: What have I been fucking telling you since the Nautiloid?

Tavi: Can you not backseat drive, for like, five seconds? Just five? Five seconds is all I ask. Also I'm betraying you anyway.

The Emperor: *outraged murder octopus noises* What?! How could you?! After all I've done for you! I have never lied to you, saved your life countless times...!

Tavi: You literally lied to me the moment you met me.

The Emperor: Of course I lied, I'm a mind flayer!

The rest of the companions: ...*Karlach popping popcorn with her fire and passing it around while they continue to scream at each other*

[ctrl-lupin]

Yes, I would be very interested hearing your head canon (@tim-ribbert-56) (in response to this post)

I have decided for my personal entertainment that Clarisse de Cagliostro is related to Lupin III, and here's why.

-pulls out Arsène Lupin's Wikipedia page-

In the novel La Comtesse de Cagliostro, a young Arsène Lupin (at the time going by the name Raoul d'Andrésy) was courting Clarisse d'Etigues, a young lady of a well-to-do family, and trying to win her hand, despite her father's disapproval.

Throughout the course of the novel, Lupin meets and falls in love with Joséphine Balsamo, aka the Countess of Cagliostro, and abandons Clarisse in favour of her. To clarify, Joséphine is not actually countess of anything, she is (or claims to be) a descendant of Giuseppe Balsamo aka the Count of Cagliostro (who was also count of jack shit), a famous conman from the 18th century.

Shenanigans ensue, which I will not go into in details on, but oh my god I am insane about Raoul and Joséphine, I want to dissect them and study them under a microscope. It turns out Joséphine aka Cagliostro is evil as fuck, Raoul/Lupin realizes that and goes back to Clarisse (whom he had previously abandoned like an old sock, I fucking hate this guy), marries her, and a few years later has her kid.

Unfortunately Clarisse dies in childbirth, and Joséphine, who was still around and very very pissed at Lupin (and jealous as hell of Clarisse whom, may I mention, had never personally antagonized her in any way whatsoever, Joséphine is just fucking bonkers). Joséphine also kidnaps Lupin and Clarisse's son, Jean, and raises him as her own son. (I have not yet read the following novel The revenge of Cagliostro so I don't really know what Jean's deal is, I just know he's an antagonist).

The following is my headcanon, based on these events. In the universe of Lupin III, Joséphine Balsamo was actually countess of the small kingdom of Cagliostro (maybe Giuseppe was count, maybe he conned his way into becoming count, maybe he bought the land and built a fake kingdom with a fake history, who knows).

After the events of The revenge of Cagliostro, Jean settles down in the country of Cagliostro, gets married, has a child, and that child will later have a daughter of their own, who they name Clarisse, after their late grandmother. Clarisse de Cagliostro, of Lupin III: The Castle of Cagliostro fame, would thus be the great-grand-daughter of Arsène Lupin, making her Lupin III's cousin/niece/whatever you call this specific degree of separation.

I am choosing to make Clarisse de Cagliostro a great-granddaughter of Arsène Lupin, rather than a granddaughter, because Arsène Lupin was very young when the events I described unfolded: he is 20 years old when he meets Clarisse d'Etigues and the whole Cagliostro debacle happens, and 25 by the time Jean is born. I'm assuming he had Lupin II much later in his life. So Jean and Lupin II (half-brothers) would have a significant difference in age, and so Jean's hypothetical child (grandchild of Arsène Lupin, so of the same generation of Lupin III) would be much older than Lupin III. Clarisse de Cagliostro is younger than him, maybe around the same age if you stretch it, so she's have to be a great-grandchild.

Now I need to read The revenge of Cagliostro and study Arsène Lupin's wikipedia page in more detail to determine when exactly Lupin II was born and who his mother was. And also where Albert's family branched out, because the fact that he's called D'Andrésy should theoretically place him as a descendant of Arsène Lupin's mother but not of Arsène Lupin himself; but Jean was also going by that last name, so who fucking knows.

No I am not insane I promise, I am just a gigantic nerd.

[scrybe-of-death]

now i REALLY wanna draw our ocs playing jackbox

[sbnkalny]

Thieves! Thieves and liars! Murderers! Hypocrites and bastards! hey, thanks for nothing! morals in the dust

[stuckinakillingjar]

i get so fucking mad whenever i see that clip of carvajal pulling jamal down by the neck in the euros HE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE BALL ANYMORE