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𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝟲: 𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 | 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 & 𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆𝘀/𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: george has created a serious problem. you two have been dating for over three years, and he fed from you the first time about three months ago. the problem lies within the fact that he conditioned you to orgasm every time he used you as his glorified high-class wine bottle. on second thought, that’s a pretty good problem to have; his thirst is sated, and yours is as well. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. not beta read. vampires. dubcon (from the inherent plot). safe, sane, and consensual though. coming untouched. no penetrative sex. implied sex. blood drinking. biting. mention of multiple orgasms. unnecessary world building. the grid & mercedes knows about george being a vampire. hickeys/love bites. bruises. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4k words. 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: george russell x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: prey • the neighborhood

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: i guess i got too into the plot and lost myself in the exposition. i was originally going to delete the beginning ramblings of setting the scene and what not, but this would be like 500 words if i did that. for some reason, the entire grid knows george is a vampire? i couldn’t find the brainpower to explain who he’s hiding it from or how that would work in f1. the kink is more of the inherent tension from drinking somebodies blood. lol, anyways have fun reading 🫶🏽

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george had gotten enough schooling to learn what classical conditioning is. pavlov conditioned dogs to salivate at the sound of a bell ringing; a conditioned response. george may have done the same thing to you–he made the mistake of making sure you orgasm as he bites and drinks from you. now every time he feeds from you, you cum, even if there’s no sexual build-up at all; it could be the most bland feeding session and the minute his venom enters your bloodstream, you can’t fight it—he’s pavlov-ed his girlfriend. he should’ve never allowed himself to feed from you.

when george first met you, he was enamored with you from the start. after every morning run, he would end at a local coffee shop and you would already be cozied up in a corner seat working away on your computer. you smelled delectable, george quickly picked up on that. he was thankful the barista had already memorized his usual order, because he really wouldn’t have enjoyed explaining why his canines had elongated into fangs. he couldn’t handle the way your blood was calling to him and left the coffee shop as soon as he got his drink, running into several people on the way out. you would be in the coffee shop on two out of the three days he came in, and he would be a serious hazard to any customer who came in during the five minutes he was there. it was like this for two months and twelve days (not that he was counting or anything), until you weren’t in your seat one day. george sighed in relief, shoulders relaxing and the fixed grimace in anticipation sliding off his face—what he didn’t expect to feel is disappointment at the lack of your appearance and addicting scent. he dismisses the emotions, convincing himself that he’s just used to the constant repression of his instincts around you. he even takes the time to engage in small talk with the baristas; two months ago he was well-invested into their lives, he has a lot of catching up to do. he allows himself to be forced into a seat at the counter to drink his coffee and indulge in a few pastries that are definitely breaking his diet. it’s an off day for him, his only plans are to stream in the evening with the usual quartet, so he can afford to dine in this morning…and indulge in catching up on the coffee shop gossip, he’s only a man, alright?

george is halfway through his cup of coffee and laughing along to a story about how this adorable kid tried to buy hot chocolate with monopoly money when the entrance door jingles open. he chokes on his sip of coffee, almost spraying it over the counter in surprise as you walk up to the counter. he turns to look at you ordering at the register, to confirm he’s not imagining your presence and—you look amazing. you’re wearing flared black trousers with a short-sleeved, white, collared shirt tucked into them, elegant gold jewelry accented against your brown skin—you’ve dressed up today. it’s different from the usual hoodie and headphones george sees you wearing in that corner nook of yours; at least that’s his excuse for why he ends up staring you down. after finishing your order, you head towards your usual seat and end up making direct eye contact with george, because the universe hates him. he sees your attempt at a polite smile and his cheeks burn red at being caught, and jerks his head forward breaking his stare. he hears you continue to walk past him, and the barista stares at him disbelievingly, “mate…you fumbled that.” george stutters through a denial, but then he hears your footsteps stop—and he knows you haven’t reached the corner seat yet. he picks up on the sound of you turning on your heels and heading back in his direction, and he drops his head into his hands, resigned.

“ah! someone’s taken your seat today,” the barista in front of george calls out to you—george narrows his eyes at the man in warning, “come sit at the counter then; you can tell me what you’re all fancied-up for.” the barista glances at george with a smirk, and he swears this may be the first time he bleeds a human dry.

you laugh and sit at the counter, one seat in between you and george. and george sighs in relief for the second time today; you’re wearing perfume and it taints the smell of your blood, enough for him to not start salivating, at least. its silent for a minute, and george can feel your awkwardness radiating.

“so…” you question teasingly, “not in a rush today, then?”

george turns to look at you, shocked that you’re even talking to him—he never figured he’d be in a conversation with you. while your voice may have been teasing, your eyes are soft, warmed with kindness, and george melts. he manages to muster a tease back in your direction, “no, not today. but, look at you—in business casual attire, i was starting to believe you only knew how to dress in sweatshirts?”

you roll your eyes at him, and a smirk replaces your painfully polite smile, “ah? today must’ve not been the only day you’ve been staring at me, if you’re so familiar with how i dress…even though we’ve never spoken to each other before.” george’s mouth drops open at you checking him, and he can hear both baristas giggling behind the counter. and at that moment, george is pretty sure he fell in love with you right then—even though he didn’t have the balls to ask you out for another month and a half.

for those weeks, every time george came to the cafe, you would wave him over to your table with a bright grin and invite him to sit down across from you. even on days when he really couldn’t afford to be late, he’d find himself sitting down to chat with you. instead of being early to zoom meetings with the mercedes team, he started being on-time, often enough for lewis and toto to comment on it. his only response to their gentle prodding at the change in his behavior being, “i added another mile to my morning run,” when he really was spending those minutes talking to you after his run. after he built up the courage to ask for your number (platonically, of course), he would show up to the driver’s briefings a few minutes late, rushing in yet tapping away on his phone struggling to hide the smile on his face. for all of his superior senses, he doesn’t notice how his grid mates stare at him like he’s lost his mind; eventually, one of the officials calls him out when he glances down at the notifications popping up on his phone screen for the fourth time in five minutes, “mr. russell, i am sure that whatever you find so interesting on your phone can’t be more important than our discussion about track conditions, can it?”

george flushed red (he knew he shouldn’t have fed until later) and stumbled through an apology. after the briefing ends, the drivers start teasing him for being ‘so unprofessional,’ and lewis doesn’t help when he reveals how george has started being late to mercedes team meetings, too. charles pretends to faint, alex gasps in horror, and lando’s eyes light up at the opportunity to be a gremlin.

“boysboysboys,” lando grins, gathering everyone’s attention, “i think it’s finally happened.”

george sighed, over the dramatics already, “what’s happened, lando?”

“you’ve managed to get yourself a girlfriend!” lando shrieks, his high-pitched laughter hurting george’s ears.

george flusters, and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind, “she’s not my girlfriend!” and, he’s only made it worse.

alex’s eyes widen, pointing at george in shock, “oh my god—so you are talking to a girl!” george groans and spins on his feet to leave the room, ignoring the jibes and teases of the grown men behind him.

later that night, his hotel room is infiltrated by almost half the grid (including fernando, for some reason), all seeming to rally behind their common goal of getting george to ask you on an actual date. they debase all of george’s points about why he shouldn’t ask you out—the main point being that he’s a fucking vampire—and ask him the one question that he’s been refusing to acknowledge, “you can smell how she feels—does she smell like she likes you?”

george hisses at them half-heartedly, more like a frazzled kitten than a terrifying monster, “yes, i’m already aware that she’s interested in me—that’s the problem! i’ve already led her on this whole time, and she doesn’t know that she has a crush on an undead, immortal, vampire!” the room quiets at his outburst, and he can only groan and drop his head into his hands.

“so just tell her,” max states bluntly, not looking away from the fifa game he’s beating charles’ ass in. george stares at max, appalled.

“let her make the decision for herself, right?” max starts, pausing the game to look at george, “for some bizarre reason she likes you for who you are,” george scoffs, “so, just tell her from the jump—you’ve already led her on enough, so give her the opportunity to decide whether or not if she should date your lame ass.”

the vampire stares at max disbelievingly, “that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

the red bull driver shrugs, ears turning red under the surprised stares in the room, and quickly un-pauses the game and scores on charles. the monegasque screams dramatically, and the tense air is broken. george shakily sighs, anxious, and pulls out his phone to ask you on a date. originally, he was thinking about asking you through a text, but with almost every driver in the room disapproving of any way he goes about wording it, he bares his fangs at them, and steps out of his own room, to call you.

the phone doesn’t even complete the first ring before you pick up, and a pleasant, “hi, georgieeee,” slips from your mouth; he can hear how you’re smiling through the phone. he banters with you for a minute, listening to how you're singing praises about his performance even though the actual race isn’t for another day. when the conversation dies down, he blurts out the question, “do you want to go on a—“

“i would love to go on a date with you!” you cut him off, eagerly, “i mean–sorry, yes. i would like to go out with you.” george laughs, relieved and comforted by the fact that you’re as gone for him as he is for you. he can’t even bring himself to be mad when he hears the men in his room raucously cheer.

and when george took you out for brunch to the same cafe, ignoring the baristas’ proud expressions, he realized he had nothing to worry about. the conversation flowed easily, he made you laugh and you made him laugh, and most importantly, he didn't think about draining you dry like a caprisun. you’ve ditched the cozy outfits and dressed up again—dressed up for him—and george is out of his running attire and fancied up; and you make a off-hand comment about how unnatural this feels, and george is reminded of the one important thing he was supposed to tell you. time has flown by so quickly while the two of you were hidden away in your preferred corner seat, and it’s become mid-afternoon. george surveys the surroundings briefly and is shocked to find that it’s only the two of you, and the baristas in the cafe; it’s the perfect time to tell you.

when george states that he’s a vampire, you obviously think he’s joking, “well, you’re not burning in the sunlight, georgie–so i don’t believe you! i am afraid that if this is a kink of yours, i don’t see a second date in the future.” he tries to smile at your joke but it ends up as more of a grimace, and he exposes his fangs for you to see. he hears the breath catch in your throat, sees your eyes widening in shock, blown-out pupils shrinking in fear, hears your heart beginning to race in your chest, blood rushing in your veins, and smells your scent souring.

“george russell,” you whisper yell, glancing around anxiously, “what the fuck! i believe you—you shouldn’t do that in public! what if someone else saw?!” and that’s when he realized that sure, a small amount of your fear was from the confirmation that he is a supernatural being—but mainly that, you were afraid for him. and at that point, george knew that he could allow himself to be vulnerable with you.

and after three years together, he fed from you for the first time. a lot of planning went into the initial feeding: after the end of the racing season, a trip away just for the two of you, george would satiate his thirst with his usual blood donor supply, he wouldn’t drink more than six ounces from you, you’d eat a full meal and be properly hydrated, and of course, he’d drink from you when you orgasm. the bite hurts in the beginning—george has been told many stories from feeders—and the most common distraction to the pain is a simultaneous orgasm. you were apprehensive yet extremely willing to allow george to drink from you, and told him that you trusted him completely—you even sat through his numerous clinical rundowns of the plan without complaining.

however in the moment, george diverted from the script. instead of having you cum once, george forced three orgasms out of you and bit you on the last one. he practically mauled your neck, chest, and hickeys throughout the night, as if he was teasing himself with the indents on of his teeth on your body before he bit into you. you couldn’t figure out if it was the venom from his bite or the multiple orgasms that had you floating pleasurably. george couldn’t deny that seeing you covered in love bites and his actual fang marks didn’t provoke a hidden possessive trait in him. the love bites he left on your body would fade within a few days, the bite mark would fade in around two weeks—and you told george explicitly that if he ever wanted to feed from you again, he’d be more than welcome to do so.

the vampire always thought that he was the one who was at risk for getting addicted to your blood; his greatest fear being that he wouldn’t be able to resist sucking you dry. however, it rapidly dawned on him: you’re the one who formed an addiction.

george always made sure his thirst was properly sated with his usual blood bags before he drank from you. over three months, he’d consistently make you cum whenever he bit you, whether it was with his fingers, cock, mouth, thigh, etc. but he never quite realized that he conditioned you into cumming whenever he bit you, until the singapore grand prix.

singapore was hot. it wasn’t hell on earth like qatar, but it was still fucking hot. and then, he crashed. as he made his way back to the mercedes garage (stomping under the force of his self-deprecation), he became increasingly aware of the tingle in the back of his throat; he’s hungry, he needs blood. he ignores his race engineer asking if he needs medical attention, and asks for a ‘juicebox,’ the codeword for a blood-bag. only to find out, he had his last one yesterday after qualifying—the hotter race weekends have him draining his supply quicker than usual. the vampire whimpers, and suddenly he’s bombarded by you speeding over from the back of the garage. you’re tugging his face down to eye level, worriedly asking if he’s hurt, but george can only register how alluring your blood smells. contrary to popular vampiric-belief (if that’s a thing, he has no clue), blood does not smell sweet. it smells metallic, and the overall scent is affected by water content and ph-level; you smell velvety, and absolutely perfect to george.

the vampire briefly reassures you that he’s fine, before he grabs you by the hand and turns to toto. george begs his team principal to postpone any of his post-race interviews for as long as he can so he can get a brief feeding in with you before he loses his mind any further. toto cuts george’s pleads off immediately and allows him to do whatever he needs; the brit's temper is short enough already, if your blood can calm his mouth toto will personally send you a brand new g-wagon.

george pulls you along to his driver’s room, slowing when he hears how you’re tripping over your feet two match his speed. he shoves the door open, but kindly guides you with a palm on the small of your back into the room, before he steps in and slams the door shut, locking it with a quickness. he speedily sits on the edge of his couch, and pulls you onto his lap, staring up at you with wide, pleading eyes.

“love,” he starts, his teeth worrying at his bottom lip, “may i drink from you? i should’ve been smarter about preserving my supply, usually i’m more careful about it, but i think i was just overager with everything this weekend. i’ll only take a small sip, just enough to hold me over until we fly back home, yeah? i mean, if you’re uncomfortable, i will not drink from you. i should be able to wait—”

you cover the vampire’s mouth with a hand, and smile softly at him, “yes, georgie, you can feed from me. the whole point of drinking from me was to have me acclimate to the feeling for rare situations like this, yes? i’m okay with it, you can take as much as you need from me.”

george stares at you for a few seconds, for some reason, he’s surprised at your easy allowance, before he’s shaken out of his stupor by you waving a hand in front of his face.

“i won’t be able to make you cum—i need to get out there as soon as possible,” george rambles out.

“ok,” you state, looking at him oddly, “i’m pretty sure i’ll be able to handle it, and if not you’ll know before i do.”

the brit asks if you’re sure one last time, before he effortlessly stands up with you in his arms, spins around and places you on the couch, sitting you where he was. the vampire kneels in front of you, and parts your legs gently, before tugging at the waistband of your pants for permission. you’re still reeling from his easy manhandling (you forget about his superior strength, he never makes it obvious), and how he fell to knees for you—the duality of his actions has you embarrassingly hot. you lift your hips up allowing george to tug off your pants, and you see firsthand how he loses his train of thought.

when george brings you along to a race, he avoids leaving marks in a visible spots, so unfortunately for him, your neck and torso are complete bruise free; the humid weather in singapore meant that you would be wearing tank tops or cropped shirts, so he can’t risk someone seeing a smidge of a bruise on your body; they wouldn’t understand. although, george could take his fill of marking you up on your thighs. the dark skin of your inner thighs is mottled with bruises from his lips and indents of his teeth, all in various stages of healing observed by the various shades of purple they’re colored in. george slowly presses a finger into one of the marks and smirks when a strangled gasp escapes you from the pressure. if the vampire wasn’t so focused on the scent of your blood, he’d probably notice how that motion alone already had you wet.

george buries his head between your thighs, close enough that you can feel the exhales of breath from his nose over your panties. you shift, squirming away from the feeling—this is about giving george blood, which he needs for sustenance, not for you to get turned on at, you try to remind yourself. the brit halts your movements, his hands flexing around you only slightly. you try and buck your hips away to test his grip, and you don’t move a single centimeter. you glance down, making eye-contact with your boyfriend, and the teasing smile he’s hiding behind your thigh has your heart rabbiting faster, even though you roll your eyes at him. george begins to lick and nip across your thighs searching for the best spot to pierce your skin, and you are trapped in your own mind. you’re at the mercy of an immortal being, you have no chance of fighting him off if you needed to. of course, you’re very aware that george wouldn’t lay a finger on you, but your hindbrain runs off of instincts, and it’s telling you george is a predator and you’re clearly his next meal. the adrenaline thrumming underneath your skin causes you to start breathing a little heavier and you manage to wrangle the instinctual fear away to relax under him. george startles you from your thoughts when his cold hand leads yours to rest on the nape of his neck, and he pauses when he feels you jump underneath him.

“hey, you can still say ‘no’ if you’re not ready for this yet. there’s no pressure, love,” george reassures you. the calming tone of his voice has no judgemental lilt, and his words soothe you enough to double-down with your agreement.

“thank you for doing this for me, love. as soon as we get back to the hotel, i’ll take care of you properly–i promise,” george praises you, “now, remember, this won’t take any longer than ten seconds. if you need me to stop beforehand, pinch the skin on my neck and i’ll stop, okay?”

you swallow, clearing your throat, “yes, george. can we start already? my nerves will scare me away if we wait too long.”

george nods, hands petting at your waist reassuringly, before he focuses back on your thighs. his nose tracing along your sensitive skin for a few more seconds, until he stops and nuzzles at a spot almost on the underside of your left thigh, close enough to your pussy to have the fear fade under the anticipation of pleasure. the vampire kisses at the spot three times, before he lets his fangs slide out with an audible shlick. he presses them gently against you skin for a few seconds before he bites down.

the pain isn’t from the invasion of his fangs, but from the spread of the venom. it burns as it spreads through your bloodstream; you imagine this is what boiling alive feels like. the feeling is immense but fleeting. the initial bite has always been paralyzing, but when george takes the first pull of blood, the venom must have reached your brain and taken effect, because the pain instantly switches to an immobilizing amount of pleasure. the scream that was originally building in your chest transforms into a keening moan, the burning pain no longer present.

you feel your core tightening as george continues to feast on your blood; thighs trembling in pleasure, eyes rolling back overwhelmed, and toes curling. it’s happening so quickly, quick enough that you don’t register that you’re cumming. waves of pleasure crash over you unendingly, and you’re unable to figure out why. every drag of blood george takes ruins any chance you have to think. the pleasure is so catastrophic that you don’t even register when george releases the bite.

the vampire can only stare up at you in awe as your mouth parts, drool beginning to leak from the corner of your lips, your eyes slamming shut, and face scrunching from the force of the orgasm he ripped out of you. george soothes the bite closed with careful sweeps of his tongue, allowing you all the time you need to come back to him. he softly sucks a few more marks into the meat of your thigh before he fights himself away from cradle of your legs, brushing a kiss on your cunt over your panties.

the vampire slides his way onto the couch next to you, pulling you into his arms to allow you to shake through the aftershocks in his grasp. he presses kisses to your forehead, while he murmurs praises freely. while his mouth is running in one direction, his thoughts take a completely different turn.

he’s ruined you for any other person. he’s trained you to orgasm with a simple bite of his fangs. your body has correlated the painful spread of his venom with pleasure. george has tied you to him for the rest of your life. this is a huge fucking problem. his mind starts racing; if that’s the case he either needs to work that out of you, or he can never feed from you in situations like this again. you’ll be useless for the rest of the day, your brain has turned into jello. he needs to make sure that he manages his blood supply properly in the future, so he doesn’t have to drink from you where the media can discover how gone you are.

george has no idea how he would go about un-training your…pleasurable…response to his bite. on second thought, george doesn’t want to change your newfound reflex. if anything, it’s like an equal exchange. the vampire satiates his thirst, and you satiate your thirst. george coos at you adoringly when he hears the near inaudible moans your breathing into his neck—yeah, he thinks you’ll agree with him when you’re aware enough to do so.

he finds himself tracing the fresh bite mark with a thumb, groaning when your hips grind against him in return. he fumbles his phone out of his pocket to tell toto he needs at least another twenty minutes.

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Merlin Masterlist Part 2

You can't always threaten nobles!

Merlin tries to advise Arthur. Arthur, as usual, misunderstands.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

This is not what I meant

Arthur carries out his plan. Merlin is not impressed

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

What do you mean you are my servant?

Every noble needs his servant. Merlin isn't happy about it.

George & Merlin

No, this is enough!

Arthur has another idea. Merlin is very tired about this.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

You see? Stupid wounds

Arthur needs to be healed. Merlin turns out to be an extremely competent physician.

Arthur is impressed. And he has an idea.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

Desperate attempt

Arthur finds his servant missing. Agravaine reflects on his actions.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Knights of the Round Table & Arthur Pendragon, Gwen & Arthur Pendragon, Agravaine & Morgana

Discovering new sides of ourselves

Merlin's magic has its own mind.

What you did to Agravaine?... Sorry, Steven?

Merlin and Morgana. The Knoghts, Arthur, Merlin and Morgana.

Merlin & Morgana, Merlin & The Knights of the Round Table, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

You don't have to be afraid anymore

Arthur makes a decision after saving Merlin and finding his sister.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Gwen/Morgana

King and king

Arthur has his latest idea. This time Merlin has nothing against it.

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Secret Stalker

Merlin has a secret stalker. No matter that his two best friends told him it is a secret admirer. He knows the difference.

Gwen & Merlin, Lancelot & Merlin, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Gwen/Lancelot

Till next time, my brave honeysuckle

Gwaine episode from Merlin's and Gwaine's pov

Gwaine/Merlin

Where are you? ~ Please, don't leave me

Arthur discovers that his servant has not come to wake him and, at dawn, runs throughout the castle looking for him.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

Why I hate hunting

During a hunt, the knights and Merlin are stuck in a cave and must say the thing that weighs most on their minds.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Merlin & The Knights of the Round Table, The Knights of the Round Table & Arthur Pendragon

Sweet persuasion

In his attempt to keep Arthur safe, Merlin uses Gwen's advice: sweet persuasion.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Gwen & Merlin

The knight and the king

A deleted scene in A Servant of No Master. Arthur and Gwaine look for Merlin

Gwaine/Merlin, Merlin&Arthur Pendragon

I thought I knew you

After Gaius exposed Merlin as a sorcerer, Arthur needs to talk with him.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

I can show you incredible things

Post-magic reveal, Arthur learns about Merlin's magic and their relationship suffers.

Both of them are scared and sad.

This until during a hunt, Merlin saves Arthur from a spell and becomes his kid self.

How will Arthur react to his friend's (or something more?) fear?

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Drylic and scamu

Merlin and Lancelot deleted scene in the Darkest hour.

Merlin talks about his magic, and Lancelot sees him

Lancelot & Merlin

Protecting the youngest

After Merlin is fired and Cedric takes his place, the servants and Morgana has something to say.

Gwen & Merlin, Merlin & Morgana, Servants & Merlin, Morgana & Arthur Pendragon

How it should have gone

But that was not their destiny, and Arianrhod decided to give them a new one.

What do you do when you have a second chance to fix everything? Trust your friends

Gwen & Merlin, Lancelot & Merlin, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

My most loyal friend

After reclaiming Camelot from Morgana, Arthur rewards his most loyal friend.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

You were supposed to be dead

After the Veil, Merlin finds an old friend. The only problem: he shouldn't be alive.

Merlin is happy, the knights curios and Arthur just tired.

Merlin & Will, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

Clover and Confessions

In the midst of a hunting trip, Merlin and the Knights of the Round Table embark on a quest to find healing herbs for Merlin's toothache.

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Forged Allegiance

Lancelot and Merlin talk. And then, they find the Round Table.

It's the start of a new Era

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Lancelot & Merlin

What kind of love do you have?

The love life of Gwen and Merlin.

Or: the two servants that made fall in love the most powerful people in Camelot

Gwen/Morgana, Gwen & Merlin & Morgana, Knights of the Round Table/Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Flowers and Jealousy

Merlin's gestures of affection towards Morgana are too dangerous for the servant. Arthur is not jealous, at all.

Even if he is trying to kill the other one with his eyes.

Merlin & Morgana, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

A broken bond

Merlin was rejected another time by one of his soulmates.

Arthur wants to help his friend.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Gwen/Arthur Pendragon, Gwen & Merlin, Knights/Merlin

Destiny could change, our nature never

Merlyn had believed the Great Dragon when he told her that it was her destiny to protect Arthur Pendragon.

She had believed him when he said they were two halves of one whole, that they couldn't be separated.

She had believed him when he told her that they shared a great and splendid destiny together, the golden age.

But how could she believe him, now that he was telling her that she should let a child die for words spoken in fear?

How could she believe him?

Merlyn had to choose: betray the fate they predicted for her and Arthur, or betray herself?

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Merlin & Morgana, Gwen & Merlin, Gwen & Merlin & Morgana & Arthur Pendragon, Merlin & Mordred, Merlin & Will, Hunith & Merlin, Balinor/Hunith, Gaius & Merlin, Druids & Merlin, Lancelot & Merlin, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin, Gwaine & Merlin, Merlin & Mithian, Freya/Merlin, Freya & Merlin, Elena & Merlin, Gaius & Hunith, Balinor & Gaius

Fake nobles and revelations

"Oh, no, just strange." Percival shrugged. "There were these girls with very thick and sturdy leather strips and they were like taking measurements?"

Leon blinked. "What do girls need leather strips for?"

Merlin's sudden laughter drew their attention.

"Something amusing, Merlin?" Arthur called him out.

"They're binders." Merlin said, amidst laughter. "They're used to bind their chest."

Knights of the Round Table & Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

How can you not be attracted to me?

Arthur finds out that Merlin is attracted to men and women.

This isn't a problem, no. The problem is that Merlin isn't attracted to Arthur!

Gwen & Merlin, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin, Knights of the Round Table & Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine/Merlin

A lovely kitten

Merlin is turned into a cat.

Morgana is amused, Arthur and the Knights are in love with him.

Merlin is so done.

Gwen/Morgana, Gwen & Merlin & Morgana, Knights of the Round Table/Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

In a Land of Soulmates

Soulmates AU!

During the Great Purge, Uther Pendragon banished every type of magic, with the only exception of the one shared to all the crown, every crown of every kindom: SoulMate's mark, the one who would have always had your back, something more than a brother, more than a companion. And it doesn't imply romance, but only a strong loyalty and solidariety between the two people.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine/Merlin, Lancelot/Merlin, Lancelot & Merlin, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin, Knights of the Round Table & Arthur Pendragon, Gwen & Merlin, Merlin & Morgana, Leon & Merlin, Elyan & Merlin, Merlin & Percival, Balinor/Hunith, Ygraine de Bois/Uther Pendragon

"You and me, love, what do you say?"

Merlin and Arthur are the heir of the two rival families.

Will they find love? Or will they follow their parents' steps?

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

I'm about to blow ~your mind~

Arthur is cursed to 'open his mind'.

The only problem: his mind is open towards his manservant.

Who has a lot of imagination.

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Gaius & Merlin, Gaius & Arthur Pendragon

The fear of losing a friend can often be greater than the fear itself.

Arthur and Merlin talks.

Freya makes them a gift

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

The Omega and the Alpha

"So, my lady," Merlin leaned in, under the guise of fixing her dress, "shall we overthrow the king together?"

Morgana's eyes sparkled. "Why, Merlin, I thought you'd never ask."

Merlin & Morgana, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Morgana & Arthur Pendragon

Love is in the air (or maybe, it's just jazz)

Jazz bar, Merlin is approached by the most attractive man he ever saw.

This is the story

Gwaine/Merlin

Guardians of Honor

In a time of war and magic, Lionel, a knight of Camelot, finds himself indebted to a mysterious young boy named Merlin, whose unexpected display of magic saves his life.

Determined to protect Merlin from the dangers of a kingdom where magic is outlawed, Lionel and his wife, Jaelle, take the boy into their home.

As they navigate the complexities of loyalty, duty, and love, they must keep Merlin's true identity hidden while facing the looming threat of war.

Leon & Merlin, Leon & Leon's Mother, Leon & Leon's Father, Merlin & Leon's Father, Merlin & Leon's Mother, Druids & Merlin

Guardian Angel

Not everyone is lucky enough to know their guardian angel.

Arthur and the Knights are

Knights of the Round Table & Merlin, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

Thank you

Some king isn't happy with Merlin, but at least he has friends he could rely on.

Merlin & Morgana, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin, Gwen & Merlin, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine/Merlin

How to judge a man

Pre-Canon, a moment between Merlin and his mother Hunith

Hunith & Merlin

There was an idea

Before Merlin could change his mind, he went to his dating app, and changed his bio.

Looking for someone to take to couples therapy and see how long it takes for the therapist to notice we don't know each other

Glad to have a plan for later, Merlin happily went back to studying.

Freya & Merlin & Will, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Past enemy and current pains

Gwaine meets someone from his past. Fortunately, he isn't the same person anymore

Gwaine & Knights of the Round Table, Gwaine & Merlin, Gwaine & Arthur Pendragon

Orders, curly hair and fake nobles ~ how Leon and Gwaine met

The Knights learn how Leon and Gwaine first met.

Gwaine is still insulted for that meeting

Gwaine & Merlin, Knights of the Round Table Friendship

A gift and a lady ~ how Gwen and Morgana met

Gwen and Morgana first meeting

Gwen & Morgana

In the shadows of the sorcerer

What if Cornelius Sigan doesn't disappear in one night? What if Kilgharrah doesn't know what the spell is going really going to do?

What if Merlin gets more help?

Yes, what if?

Gaius & Merlin, Kilgharrah & Merlin, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

(Are you sure you) Love Me ((say you) Love Me Remix)

Merlin still can’t really believe Arthur wants to marry him, or that he loves him.

Probably, is Arthur's fault anyway

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Do you remember the first time I kissed you?

Arthur and Merlin's first and last kiss

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

The king of my heart

Gwaine and Merlin share a sweet moment

Gwaine/Merlin

Living up their expectations

Merlin and Arthur talk about thei desire and need to make their fathers proud.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

Maybe the next time

Merlin was really starting to hate that shirt.

Usually, he only wore the red shirt on special occasions. Like the first day of a new season, or when it was someone dear's birthday, or when Gaius took him to do something for the first time.

Now, after wearing the red shirt thirteen times in a row, he hated it.

Lancelot & Merlin, Lancelot/Merlin

Do you like my accent?

Merlin, the Knights and Arthur spend some time together

Gwen/Morgana, Knights of the Round Table/Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Emrys and the three Queens

Arthur overhear Merlin's conversation with Agravaine.

Things change.

Merlin & Morgana

I like when you protect me

Well, Merlin had been warned.

Indirectly, from the protective glances of the Knights.

Directly, from Morgana and Gwen's comments.

Now, he could only try to limit the damage.

Gwaine/Merlin, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Gwen/Morgana

Never alone again

Gwaine realised that Merlin was hiding something.

And in a panic, Merlin denied it and hid behind more lies.

How could their relationship be based on lies?

Gwaine/Merlin, Gwen & Merlin

No. I have magic.

A magic reveal with a twist.

Gwaine/Merlin, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

I will always protect Merlin

Gwaine decides to reveal his heritage to Uther

Gwaine/Merlin

This isn't the proper purpose!

Gwaine manages to transform the purpose of one method of communication into another. Which is absolutely not the correct one.

Merlin begins to doubt his own choices (as well as Gwen's)

Gwaine/Merlin, Gwen/Arthur Pendragon

The Seneschal of the King

Merlin and his new role as the seneschal of Arthur

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

“What do you have there?”

Merlin adopts a pet and Morgana is not okay with that

Merlin & Morgana

Guilt and Redemption

Finally, after some delays, King Balinor had managed to conquer Camelot, and to demand his revenge for Uther's bloodthirsty pursuit of magic and all its believers.

Uther Pendragon was dead, and with him, the Purge was over.

Gwaine & Lancelot & Merlin, Gwaine & Lancelot & Percival, Balinor/Hunith, Balinor & Hunith & Merlin, Merlin & Nimueh, Gwen & Morgana, Morgana & Arthur Pendragon

Letters from a friend

A collection of all the letters between Merlin and Lancelot

Lancelot & Merlin

Fatal Unions

Merlin and Arthur marry after knowing each other for only a few weeks, shortly after Merlin starts working at Arthur's company and receives one promotion after another.

But is there more behind this marriage?

Lancelot & Merlin, Gwaine & Merlin, Gwen & Merlin, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Leon & Arthur Pendragon

Changing Destinies

For destiny was not engraved in wrought iron.

And Arianrhod had no intention of making her youngest son suffer again.

A whisper, accompanied by a sweet smile and the boy would have been deaf to attempts to evoke distrust and fear in his destiny.

One answered prayer and the boy would never again lose his good heart or doubt his friends.

They would all get a second chance.

Gwaine/Lancelot/Merlin, Gwen/Arthur Pendragon

Echoes of Magic and Nature

After the lands of Camelot lose their life, it seems that hope for the kingdom is lost for good.

That is until Prince Arthur decides that he would save his people.

But he will not make this journey alone. He will have allies, even in the most unthinkable places.

After all, to heal the wounds made by an impure heart, it is needed the purest of them all.

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Why would I lie when I can tell you the truth?

Merlin tries to figure out how many people he can admit to having magic without getting caught.

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

This is my favourite cute little cat ~ okay, it's a bastet

Merlin finds a cute little kitten.

Very very huge, with wings.

Okay, maybe it isn't a kitten, but Merlin likes it.

Merlin & Morgana, Freya & Merlin

Please, he's an Alpha!

Merlin is amazed by the new Alpha, and Arthur isn't happy

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

I just met you

Arthur and Merlin first meeting.

Or: How Arthur fell in love with Merlin

Freya & Merlin & Will, Morgana & Arthur Pendragon

They lived happily and gay ever after

Youtuber Merlin makes his edits on videos.

It follows a discussion about couples in series.

Gwen/Lancelot, Gwen & Merlin, Gwaine & Gwen, Freya & Merlin & Will, Lancelot & Merlin, Gwaine & Merlin

The hunters and the preys

Merlin is been sold by his older brother to the slaves.

This is how he'll escape them

Merlin (Merlin) & Original Female Character

Jealousy, jealosy

Arthur and the knights are jealous of their Omega

Gwen & Merlin & Morgana, Knights of the Round Table & Merlin, Merlin & Arthur Pendragon

The Value of a King

Merlin had been given a choice.

Admitting the truth about what Morgause had said, admitting that Uther was indeed responsible for the Purge and Ygraine's death would have meant freedom for Merlin and for all those who had magic.

But Arthur would suffer.

Lying about the truth, lying about what Uther had done, once again covering the king from the consequences of his own actions… it would have spared Arthur the pain of losing another parent. It would save Uther, a man who had never had compassion for anything or anyone, once again.

It would make Arthur hate magic once and for all.

Make Arthur hate Merlin, the profound nature of what Merlin was, forever.

Gwen & Merlin & Morgana & Arthur Pendragon

The vigilante of Camelot

There is a scoundrel who kills nobles who threaten Arthur, leaves evidence of their guilt in the room and offends Uther every time

Merlin & Morgana

Simply splendid

One of the most important rules that Leon had passed on to Arthur was to be as ready as possible in every possible situation.

Being a prince was a great responsibility, he had said, and always being ready for any occasion was Arthur’s sacred duty as protector of the kingdom and its citizens.

Or:

Arthur tries to test his knights, and instead he starts following his servant around

I'll be worthy of your trust

Arthur had always thought that using magic was for the wicked and weak.

His father had thought so, and Morgana had shown herself capable of anger and violence like few other enemies had ever been.

Arthur couldn't believe that he too was a sorcerer.

Taking care of each other

five times Merlin heals one of the knights + once all of them heal him.

Merlin & Knights of the Round Table

Princess Elena of Gawant

“I had a Sidhe.” Elena murmured. “I was possessed by a Sidhe.”

Merlin nodded. “I'm sorry it took me so long to understand this.”

Elena/Merlin

The Curse of Camelot

Narrator:

"In Camelot, where peace once reigned,

Now a dark shadow has remained.

In the heart of the castle, something's astray,

An ancient presence that won't fade away.

No one was ready for this fateful night,

And no one will ever be, despite their might."

“Promise me you won't look back.”

“Promise me you won't look back.” Arthur said, speaking through the fog.

Merlin swallowed. “You can't ask me that.”

“Merlin, promise me.”

Merlin didn't answer, unable to utter those simple words.

How to fix a bad day

Merlin sighed, casting a longing glance at his refuge for the night.

Going on patrol was always painful, not because of the hours spent on horseback (which didn't help anyway, as it was necessary to maintain a rigid and constant position for a long time), but because of the work Merlin had to do afterwards, while the knights rested.

What happened?

Merlin finds himself in a very different Camelot.

Or: Merlin of season 1 finds himself in late season 4.

Keep it safe

“If the sigil is a proposal, then what does the ring mean?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“The ring itself? Nothing,” Arthur reassured him, leaning closer as if drawn by Merlin’s quiet tone. “But that ring, given by me? It means I’m offering you the most fragile, vulnerable part of myself and asking you to keep it safe.”

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niqosblog · 11 months ago

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Gretchen Wieners is 100% Queer: An Analysis

Spoilers for the 2024 Movie!!!!

Analysis under cut!!!

Exhibit A: Her One-sided Crush on Regina

Her solo song (What's Wrong With Me) is very much just a love song. The lyrics are very much blaming herself for her just because she loves Regina too much to blame her. It's a song of unrequited love, and how she is fully aware she's being used. But she won't do anything because it's the Regina George.

If you're still unconvinced, here are the lyrics of Gretchen's song compared to Aaron's (Regina's ex boyfriend) song:

Gretchen:

Aaron:

As you can see, the lyrics are very similar. Aaron sticks to Regina because he actually likes her and wants to impress her. Guess what Gretchen also does...

Not only are these musical numbers back to back on the soundtrack, they are about the same person and their relationship with the singer. This could be pure coincidence but I do have other points to make besides the songs.

Such as this scene:

In the actual show, Gretchen is actually flattered by what Regina said. And she actually takes it to heart. The only reason why she told Regina about Cady's crush on Aaron was because she was slowly replacing her, and she got jealous.

Exhibit B: Jason Weems

Before we start, this is about their toxic relationship which I do not support and I'm only using for an example. And if you try to argue that they aren't toxic and are just a couple that has a lot of playful banter. The 2024 movie changes her love interest as she sees Jason as sleezy.

Gretchen likes Jason in the movie and that goes for the rest of the adaptations by Tina Fey.

But why?

Jason always cheats on her and hits on any girl he sees. Yet Gretchen keeps going back to him. It's assumed that he only does this to make Gretchen jealous. But he already has her wrapped around his finger, so why bother. Maybe he's just good at pleasing her, but that's not the case.

In a deleted scene in 2004 Mean Girls, Karen and Gretchen have a conversation about Jason. Gretchen saying it's 'the night for [her] and Jason' for Karen to say that they've already done it twice. But Gretchen says that tonight she's going to 'like it'.

This means, the two other times they've had sexual interactions she didn't like having it with him. And why she didnt like it goes unexplained. This ties back to Regina. Like Regina, Jason ignores Gretchen a lot. Much as far as to step over her at Cady's party in the movie when she falls to the floor while drunk. Yet Gretchen still craves attention from him and expects calls and texts back.

She has only shown this behavior toward Jason and two other character. Those characters are Regina and Cady. She yearns for Regina's attention while she's queen bee. When she and Karen go to another room, Gretchen asks to be let in. This leads to the 'What's Wrong With Me' musical number. She loves being with Regina and treasures every little interaction, even if it's through a door.

Now, when Cady is queen bee, she does the same thing. She asks her to make plans so they can hang out. And when she refuses, she uses Cady's crush (Aaron) as a reason to make plans. She's desperate to hang out with Cady and is at her every beck and call.

This could just be Gretchen sucking up to authority, but it's still very similar to how she is with Jason, her on-and-off boyfriend.

Exhibit C: Her Questionable Relationship With Karen

In every adaptation, Gretchen seems to always have a positive relationship with Karen. Which is the only character within the Mean Girls universe she has a positive relationship with (unless you count the Walmart ads as lore and consider her husband to be a character). They have many scenes to the point that TV Tropes considers them to be 'Heterosexual Life-Partners'.

Link:

But from what we know, the two don't have a set love interest. Unlike Cady and Regina who are Betty and Veronica to Aaron's Archie. Their onscreen relationships go as follows from the movie-musical-movie musical

Gretchen: Jason (movie), no one (musical), Kevin (movie musical)

Karen: Seth (kind of), no one, unnamed theater boy

These two do not have a set relationship with boys. Guess which other character this applies to.

Janis Ian or any other variation of her last name.

Janis was only written as straight once. In the 2004 movie with Kevin G. The other adaptations however...

In the musical, her sexuality is left ambiguous but she's single by the start and end of it. And BWW, her Broadway actress, says that she played Janis as queer. Then in the 2024 movie, she's a canonical lesbian and takes her girlfriend to Spring Fling. Meaning that Janis' relationship adaptations looks like this:

Janis: Kevin, no one, unnamed girlfriend

This is very similar to Gretchen and Karen's adaptations relationships. And when we consider how Tina wrote most of these adaptations we can conclude that Janis was at least queer when she first wrote her. And the same should go for Gretchen and Karen.

And the musical and 2024 movie put some interesting moments between them.

This isn't even the half of it, I've heard they've done a gay thigh touch in some productions.

Mind you, the second photo was during Spring Fling after dumping Jason.

As you can see they don't exactly have a straight relationship. Not to say they both are gay and should have been canon in the 2024 movie hahahahaha.. But the two have very obvious chemistry and love each other. Whether platonic or romantic.

And in an interview, Avantika, Karen's 2024 actress, says that Karen is pansexual. And from this analysis, we can say that at the very least Gretchen is some form of queer. Whether it's bi, pan, unlabeled, or even if you headcanon her as lesbian and think of Jason as her beard.

At the end of the day, it's your decision to believe me or not. But it is 3:09 right now (sorry for any typos), and I've been meaning to make this post ever since I saw the 2024 movie in theaters.

Remember, this is all analysis through a queer lens. You can still think of her as straight, or think of the adaptations having different sexuality. I don't want to force what I think onto anyone that they don't believe in. This is just a post by a silly gay person.

#mean girls musical #mean girls 2024 #mean girls #mean girls spoilers #gretchen wieners #karen smith #karen shetty #regina george #cady heron #janis sarkisian #janis ian #janis imi'ike #lgbtqia #queer #gay #pan

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queen-of-films · 3 months ago

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What Really Turned Anakin Skywalker into Darth Vader: A Buddhist Take on Star Wars

As mentioned in my previous Star Wars post, being a Buddhist has made me look at the Star Wars franchise through a Buddhist lens, including its characters. In the original Star Wars trilogy, Darth Vader is depicted as a merciless, treacherous, formidable villain. In the Skywalker saga, we get to see what events led Anakin Skywalker to the dark side. While we can say numerous factors contributed to his Sith ways, it’s not so much the events or people Anakin faced, but the emotions and thoughts that led to his future actions. Both Jedi and Buddhists share the belief that positive emotions and thoughts can bring enlightenment and alleviate suffering.

In Buddhism, suffering isn’t only about illness, aging, and death; we accept these as a part of life and something everyone will experience. The suffering in Buddhism is more about the things that make us happy, like our pleasures, and the things that don’t make us happy, our displeasures. Whether something gives us happiness or not; ultimately, it leads to the three unwholesome roots in Buddhism: greed, aversion, and delusion. Darth Vader is the accumulation of the three roots, and to some extent, we have remnants of Darth Vader in us.

Anakin’s Greed Was Holding On Too Much

Greed is much more broad than what people think. In Buddhism, greed has to do with our desires, specifically, our desire to give us pleasure. Attack of the Clones is where we see Anakin’s greed. Greed for Anakin wasn’t just about having more power; although he eventually admits to that, it is clear that Anakin is attached to those close to him like his mother and Padmè. I want to be clear that Anakin falling in love with Padmè did not cause him to become Darth Vader; however, his inability to let go of his attachments did. While our attachments give us pleasure, they do not last, and everything in this world is impermanent. His fear of losing loved ones made him want to become a powerful Jedi, so he could learn how to stop people from dying. Anakin’s fear of pain and death makes him a relatable character for us all, which is what makes his dark transformation a tragedy. What we can learn from Anakin is even what we think are selfless desires are facades of not accepting what already is.

Aversion Pushed Anakin Away From Those He Cared About

Aversion is the manifestation of anger, hatred, and violence. Darth Vader is, if not all of the above, on the aversion scale; it is Darth Vader’s anger that made him menacing but made him a powerful Sith. George Lucas wasn’t even subtle when showing the Darth Vader tantrums in the young Anakin. But what we can see in Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith, is often Anakin is angry when he’s passionate about protecting people. But more notably, he gets frustrated when he’s not in control. For example, Anakin has felt overshadowed by Obi-Wan, even going as far as to say that his master is holding him back. As time goes by, and with the help of Darth Sidious, Anakin’s anger manifests toward hatred for Obi-Wan.

Apparently, in the deleted scenes in Revenge of the Sith, Sidious planted seeds of doubt about Padmè’s faithfulness and suggested Padmè and Obi-Wan had a relationship of their own (feel free to disagree with this statement since it’s a deleted scene; it can be an open interpretation of Anakin’s doubts). This leads us to the infamous Mustafar scene. At this point, Anakin feels betrayed by the Jedi, his master, and possibly Padmè; basically, everything he thought was good. This is why the violence Anakin inflicts at the Jedi Temple, in his mind, is for the greater good since he thinks the Jedi are corrupt. Here’s food for thought: before Anakin and Obi-Wan battle, it seemed like initially, Anakin was willing to kill Obi-Wan not because he heated him but because he would have gotten in his way, which is why he said: “You’re either with me or against me.” It’s until after Obi-Wan leaves him for dead; correct me, if I’m wrong, he tells him he hates him. A key takeaway from Anakin’s aversion is to be mindful of our thoughts and not let our anger envelop us to the point of hatred.

Delusion Was Anakin Skywalker’s Enemy

Delusion in Buddhism is described to be a mental darkness, a blocking of clear thinking. In other words, ignorance. Ignorance is the root of our suffering. Ignorance misleads our understanding of reality. It derails our acceptance of impermanence, and ignorance is what fuels our greed and anger. Anakin Skywalker has proven to be ignorant whenever he gets emotionally attached and angry. But where we see Anakin most ignorant is in his efforts to not let his visions of Padmè dying from childbirth come true. This leads to one of my favorite quotes from Yoda, “you have to train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.” This advice actually would have made Anakin not ignorant and accept that death and pain are a natural part of life. But Anakin is convinced that his mother died because he wasn’t powerful enough to save her, which is why he felt he had to become powerful to save Padmè. His ignorance of not accepting how things are in the present, rather than worrying about the future and mourning the past, had made him susceptible to Darth Sidious's influence, further distorting Anakin’s perceptions of the Jedi council. I also found it interesting that in Anakin’s first vision of Padmè, she cries, “Help me, Anakin,” which she never said. This could suggest that Sidious was also manipulating Anakin’s visions of Padmè’s death. Either way, he let his fear of loss outweigh the goodness in him.

Conclusion

After analyzing Darth Vader’s character, I understand more than ever that we choose the path we take, and that nothing is predestined. We can argue that it’s inevitable to be caught up in greed, anger, and delusion, but not impossible to overcome. If we fall victim to the very things that destroy our good judgment, then we’ll be the ones writing our tragedies. Don’t be a Darth Vader.

#don't be a Darth Vader #darth vader #star wars referencing buddhism #star wars #anakin skywalker #we write our tragedies #three unwholesome roots

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stormcloudrising · 1 year ago

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The Secret Song of Florian and Jonquil Part 10: The Shrouded Lord and a Mermaid's UnKiss

December 24, 2023

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I ended last chapter with an excerpt from 1 Peter that referenced Christ as the Living Stone and proposed that George was using the legend of the Shrouded Lord in the book to mirror the biblical one. And as I discussed previously, the myth of the Shrouded Lord is in the story to inform upon Jon’s resurrection. So, with that said, let’s jump right back in to talk about Jon Snow, the Living Stone and the kiss of life coming his way.

JON, THE SHROUDED LORD AKA, THE LIVING STONE

The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer. —Oliver Wendell Holmes

We first hear mention of the Shrouded Lord in A Dance with Dragon where after the urging of Illyrio, Tyrion boards the Shy Maid to travel to Volantis with Griff and Faegon. While travelling on the Rhoyne, Haldon and Duck regal Yollo (Tyrion) with dark tales of the legendary pirates in the area.

Haldon gave him a thin smile. "If we should encounter the Lady Korra on Hag's Teeth, you may soon be lacking other parts as well. Korra the Cruel, they call her. Her ship is crewed by beautiful young maids who geld every male they capture." This time Duck laughed, and Haldon said, "What a droll little fellow you are, Yollo. They say that the Shrouded Lord will grant a boon to any man who can make him laugh. Perhaps His Grey Grace will choose you to ornament his stony court." Duck glanced at his companion uneasily. "It's not good to jape of that one, not when we're so near the Rhoyne. He hears." "Wisdom from a duck," said Haldon. "I beg your pardon, Yollo. You need not look so pale, I was only playing with you. The Prince of Sorrows does not bestow his grey kiss lightly." His grey kiss. The thought made his flesh crawl. Death had lost its terror for Tyrion Lannister, but greyscale was another matter. The Shrouded Lord is just a legend, he told himself, no more real than the ghost of Lann the Clever that some claim haunts Casterly Rock. Even so, he held his tongue. — A Dance with Dragons - Tyrion III

Four important things are revealed to us with the first mention of this mysterious figure. First, we find out that The Shrouded Lord is a Stone Man who lives in the Sorrows. Stone men are of course those in the last stages of greyscale who live in area of the Rhoyne where a thousand years previously, Garin is said to have called down the curse on the dragon lords of old.

Secondly, Tyrion associates him with Lann the Clever, the ancient ancestor of the Lannisters from the Age of Heroes who was said to have winkle Casterly Rock from the Casterlys with only his wits. Martin is usually implying something when he mentions these ancient figures in the text, and I have a couple of ideas why he had Tyrion think of Lann at this moment. One, I will write an essay on at another time, but the second reason is because I think his plan was to have Tyrion meet The Shrouded Lord, and it would have been Gerion, his missing uncle who disappeared when he went looking for the lost Lannister Valyrian sword, Brightroar.

George did write a chapter where Tyrion met The Shrouded Lord but decided not to include it in the books. Here is what he said about the discarded chapter.

“It’s a swell, spook, evocative chapter, but you won’t read it in Dance. It took me down a road I decided I did not want to travel, so I went back and ripped it out. So, unless I change my mind again, it’s going the way of the draft of Lord of the Rings where Tolkien has Frodo, Sam Merry and Pippin reach the Prancing Pony and meet a weatherbeaten old hobbit ranger named “Trotter.” —George R R Martin

The popular fandom reason for the deletion of the chapter is that there was too much magic in the scene. I think that this is a good take and quite possibly part of the reason for the deletion. George’s writing is centered on the character and the magic is secondary. There will be a big input of magic in the story, but that will be towards the end, and so the chapter with The Shrouded Lord might have been a bit too early.

All of this makes sense but only up to a point because there have been heavily magical scenes in the story already such as the birthing of Dany’s dragons, and her visit to the HOTU. Also, in ADWD, George gave us three magical scenes…Varamyr's attempt to body jump Thistle; Arya’s introduction to the magical faces of the Faceless Men; and Bran’s first visit inside the weirwood net.

That’s a lot of magical scenes in one book and so maybe George thought that Tyrion’s encounter with The Shrouded Lord was one too many. I tend to think that the true reason the chapter was pulled is because George felt it revealed too much about Jon’s resurrection, and he wasn’t ready to show his hand yet. There is also the fact that if Tyrion did meet The Shrouded Lord, Martin would have had to give him greyscale. This is something he may have been planning to do but decided against and chose to give it to Jon Con instead.

The third interesting thing we find out is that The Shrouded Lord will grant a boon to all who will make him laugh. This is important symbolism as it has to do with why there are as many fools appearing throughout the books as they are whor*s. I’m not going to go into the explanation about fools here as this chapter is already extremely long. However, I will again direct you to Crowfood’s Daughter excellent video essay on the subject.

Finally, we find out that the mysterious figure of the Sorrows is known by three names. In addition to The Shrouded Lord, he is also called His Grey Grace and The Prince of Sorrows. It just so happens that I can show you how all these names apply to Jon. His Grey Grace is obvious as he quite likely will be considered a king…at least for a while. I’ve also showed you last chapter why Jon's symbolic color is grey; and if he does get greyscale like I’ve proposed, part of him will have the grey scaly stone like scars of the disease.

So, what about the other two names. Well let’s start first with The Shrouded Lord.

Generally, when I see a representation of The Shrouded Lord in a video or featured in an essay, it’s of the standard fantasy image of a man in shadow wearing a grey cowl like those worn by monks…similar to the one I used for the header image of this essay. But here’s the thing. Yes, a cowl can be loosely considered a shroud but it would be at the bottom of the list of synonyms.

A shroud is more properly defined as, “a length of cloth or enveloping garment in which a dead person is wrapped for burial.” And the most famous one in all history is the Shroud of Turin, purportedly, the burial cloth of Jesus that is said to have his face imprinted or ingrained in it.

Shroud of Turin, Public Domain

Understanding this meaning of shroud as a burial cloth, one can immediately see that the Shrouded Lord is quite possibly dead. Of course, as there is no cure for greyscale once it has reached the point that you are considered a stone man, it may just be symbolism. Also, as he is given the title Lord, one can also extrapolated and say that he is considered the ruler of the dead…a kind of Hades like figure. Or maybe even, regarding the story…a Night’s King like personage.

As he’s using the word shroud, that’s so closely identified with Jesus, one can also assume that George might want the reader to associate this mysterious figure from the Sorrows with his own created Christ like figure…one Jon Snow.

You’re probably saying, interesting analogy, but it doesn’t mean that The Shrouded Lord is meant to tell us about Jon’s resurrection or even has anything to do with him. And to that I say, it gets better. I missed it the first time I read the book but when I re-read A Dance with Dragons several years ago, something hit me when I reached the chapters where The Shrouded Lord is mentioned. In making the association with the Shroud of Turin, my mind immediately wondered whether George was symbolically associating The Shrouded Lord with Christ.

Having already recognized that he had set Jon up as the Christ like figure in the books who would be resurrected, I then considered the strong possibility that he was trying to tell us something about Jon’s resurrection, but I wasn’t immediately sure what the connection could be. The fact that the Shrouded Lord was a stone man and thus had greyscale; and Shireen who for some inexplicable reason, Martin also gave greyscale and then place at the Wall where she was in contact with Jon, told me that I was on to something, but again, what did it mean? And then the memories of my years of Sunday school and sitting in too many Episcopalian church services to remember kicked in and I knew the answer. I remembered.

Christ, the Living Stone!

Jesus was prophesized to be the Living Stone. Here we get the first reference in Isaiah 28:16

16 So this is what the Sovereign Lord says: “See, I lay a stone in Zion, a tested stone, a precious cornerstone for a sure foundation; the one who relies on it will never be stricken with panic.

And then again in the Psalms 118:22.

The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone; 23 the Lord has done this, and it is marvelous in our eyes.

And here in 1 Peter, we get the full prophecy.

4 As you come to him, the living Stone—rejected by humans but chosen by God and precious to him— 5 you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. 6 For in Scripture it says: “See, I lay a stone in Zion, a chosen and precious cornerstone, and the one who trusts in him will never be put to shame.” 7 Now to you who believe, this stone is precious. But to those who do not believe, “The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone,” 8 and, “A stone that causes people to stumble and a rock that makes them fall.” They stumble because they disobey the message—which is also what they were destined for. 9 But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. 10 Once you were not a people, but now you are the people of God; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy. —1 Peter 2:4-10 NIV

This is the answer to the question that many in the fandom have pondered. Why did George make greyscale a part of the story? A plague is understandable. After all, his story takes place in a Middle Ages type setting when plagues were prevalent, but why one that turned its victims into living stones.

Now we know! Jesus was the Living Stone who died and was resurrected to save man. In ASOIAF, Jon is the Christ like figure who will die and be resurrected to be the savior of man. And thus, he needed to have living stone symbolism. He needed to be a living Stone and thus, George needed a way to turn him into a stone man.

In the bible, Jesus as the Living Stone is symbolic, but George made it literal for his story. This is why he invented greyscale; gave it to Shireen; and placed her at the Wall.

We now see how two of the three monikers assigned to the mysterious figure known as The Shrouded Lord can be directly connected to Jon Snow, our in-world risen Christ. He is His Grey Grace, and he is The Shrouded Lord. What about the third…the Prince of Sorrows? As George is also using it as a sobriquet for his in-world figure, it must also be connected to Jesus. Let’s look again at the Book of Isaiah for the answer.

2 For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him. 3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. 4 Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. 5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. 6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. —Isaiah 53:2-6 KJV

This passage reminds me a bit of the tale Old Nan told Bran about the Night's King and how all records of him were destroyed and his very name forbidden; and later how Ygritte told Jon that Snow was an evil name. I would say the two are related.

Isaiah saying that Christ was not comely in our eyes also reminds me of Sansa saying that Florian was homely. The bible verse also shows us that Christ was known as a man of sorrows. Not quite the same wording as Prince of Sorrows, but then again, Jesus is also called Prince several times in other books of the bible, and Jon is quite possibly a prince in the books.

13 The God of Abraham, and of Isaac, and of Jacob, the God of our fathers, hath glorified his Son Jesus; whom ye delivered up, and denied him in the presence of Pilate, when he was determined to let him go. 14 But ye denied the Holy One and the Just, and desired a murderer to be granted unto you; 15 And killed the Prince of life, whom God hath raised from the dead; whereof we are witnesses. —ACTS 3 13-15

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5 And from Jesus Christ, who is the faithful witness, and the first begotten of the dead, and the prince of the kings of the earth. Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood. —REVELATIONS 1:5

And of course, he is known as the Prince of Peace. Now that we see how the three monikers connect to both Jesus and Jon, what about Jon’s resurrection? Might the myth of The Shrouded Lord give us some idea about his resurrection? Yes. Yes, it does, because there just so happens to be a resurrection portion of the myth that symbolically plays out with Tyrion, Sansa’s motley attire husband.

The legend of The Shrouded Lord first appears in A Dance with Dragon, the same book where Jon is killed. We first read about Garin and the curse he called down on the dragon lords of old and how the ruins of Chroyane turned into the Sorrows in TWOIAF, which was published two years after ADWD.

Lomas Longstrider wrote of the drowned ruins of Chroyane, its foul fogs and waters, and the fact that wayward travelers infected with greyscale now haunt the ruins—a hazard for those who travel the river beneath the broken span of the Bridge of Dream.

However, that was not the first time the name Garin appeared in the text. It first appeared in A Feast for Crows and is the name of one of Arianne’s childhood friends who participated in her attempt to crown Myrcella queen. After their plot is rooted out by Doran, Garin is initially sent to Ghaston Grey.

During her next bath, she spoke of her imprisoned friends, especially Garin. "He's the one I fear for most," she confided to the serving girl. "The orphans are free spirits, they live to wander. Garin needs sunshine and fresh air. If they lock him away in some dank stone cell, how will he survive? He will not last a year at Ghaston Grey." —A Feast for Crows, Princess in the Tower

According to Arianne, “Ghaston Grey was a crumbling old castle perched on a rock in the Sea of Dorne, a drear and dreadful prison where the vilest of criminals were sent to rot and die.” Sea of Dorne is filled with so much symbolic implications with the potential use of two homonyms on George’s part, Sea of Dawn or even See of Dawn, but that’s a discussion for another day. The name is also likely another homage on George’s part to his favorite fairy tale, Beauty and the Beast, as Gaston, Belle’s proverbial suitor falls to his death in the sea below during his fight with the Beast.

Ghaston Grey does sounds like the perfect symbolic prison to send a prisoner named after the ancient Rhoynar prince who called down the greyscale plague upon the dragon lords. Garin is an Orphan of the Greenblood, the descendants of Nymeria and the Rhoynar who decided to remain on the rivers and not settle on Dornish land. And so, it makes symbolic sense that he was imprisoned in the “sea.” I mentioned Garin because originally, A Feast for Crows and A Dance with Dragons was one gigantic book before it was split into two by the publisher. And so, events in the two books are basically taking place around the same time. This shows that when George introduced the myth of The Shrouded Lord in the book where Jon dies, he was already thinking of Garin and the Rhoynar.

My regular readers probably think it’s boring the number of times I repeat in my essays that George is always consistent in his use of symbolism. I repeat it often because with the depth of symbolism built into the story, it’s amazing that he never drops the ball. And because I felt strongly that Florian and Jonquil were the ancient Night’s King and Corpse Queen, and Jon and Sansa their modern-day counterpart, when I figured how The Shrouded Lord connected to Jon and his resurrection, I was stumped by Florian’s motley armor.

I knew it had to be important because when the Tyrion drowning scene played out in the Sorrows, where he played the role of the Jon/Shrouded Lord character, he was wearing motley clothing. But I was stumped at what Motley might have to do with the Shrouded Lord and stone. That is, until I recently watched one of Crowfood’s Daughter ironborn videos and discovered that she had figured out the answer. Motley represented stone.

You can watch the video, Bless Him with Stone here, but what Amanda figured out is how motley is connected to stone. Motley as we are shown in the text is how the costumes of fools are described, and by connecting this to the real-world Harlequin fool from medieval history, Amanda hit on something interesting.

She discovered that there is a real-world disease called, Harlequin Ichthyosis, that’s very like greyscale. Also called fish scale disease, it got its name from the Greek word, ichthys, which translate as fish.

Harlequin Ichthyosis

With this discovery and the connection to motley and fools in mind, Amanda soon discovered in the text that George compares the scars from Shireen’s greyscale to Patchface’s motley costume.

Grand Maester Pycelle gaped at him, aghast. "Surely you do not mean to suggest that Lady Selyse would bring a fool into her bed?" "You'd have to be a fool to want to bed Selyse Florent," said Littlefinger. "Doubtless Patchface reminded her of Stannis. And the best lies contain within them nuggets of truth, enough to give a listener pause. As it happens, this fool is utterly devoted to the girl and follows her everywhere. They even look somewhat alike. Shireen has a mottled, half-frozen face as well." Pycelle was lost. "But that is from the greyscale that near killed her as a babe, poor thing." — A Clash of Kings - Tyrion III

Mottle as Amanda’s research also showed is from the 17th century and is a back formation of motley. From there, it was then easy for her to make the connection to Florian the Fool.

This morning the puppeteers were doing the tale of Florian and Jonquil. The fat Dornishwoman was working Florian in his armor made of motley, while the tall girl held Jonquil's strings. "You are no knight," she was saying as the puppet's mouth moved up and down. "I know you. You are Florian the Fool." "I am, my lady," the other puppet answered, kneeling. "As great a fool as ever lived, and as great a knight as well." —The Hedge Knight

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"You hope to buy your way back into her favor by presenting her with me. An ill-considered scheme, I'd say. One might even say an act of drunken desperation. Perhaps if I were Jaime … but Jaime killed her father, I only killed my own. You think Daenerys will execute me and pardon you, but the reverse is just as likely. Maybe you should hop up on that pig, Ser Jorah. Put on a suit of iron motley, like Florian the—" —A Dance with Dragons, Tyrion IX

If George wants us to consider greyscale and motley in the same terms, then does that mean that Sansa’s favorite knight did not wear a motley suit of armor, but rather had greyscale. As soon as I got to this point in Amanda’s video, I knew that I had my answer about how stone connected to Florian, because it had to be if Jon, the modern-day Florian was The Shrouded Lord of the story. Eureka!

One thing I discovered in my research, which Amanda didn’t mention and so I’m not sure if she is aware is that there is a condition very similar to Ichthyosis called Livedo reticularis but more commonly known as mottled skin. It’s not as deadly or life threatening as Ichthyosis, but it does look somewhat similar.

Mottled Skin

Mottled skin causes a bluish-red, lace-like patter under the skin. Also known as Livedo reticularis, this condition happens when deoxygenated blood pools beneath the skin’s surface. This condition has many causes, including cold exposure and chronic medical conditions. —Cleveland Clinic

You can see from the picture below how similar it is to Ichthyosis. You know who else I wondered about when I read this description for mottled skin, Cold Hands. I wonder what his face and the rest of his skin looks like under his hood and cloak. But that’s a theory for another day.

One other thing Amanda’s video showed is that when you pull up mermaids on the wiki, you get a “see also” reference to Ichthyosis. It is called the fish scale disease and so that makes sense, but consistent symbolism people. Symbolism.

A MERMAID'S UNKISS

Now that we’ve discussed The Shrouded Lord, and how his myth is in the story to tell us about Jon’s resurrection as the symbolic risen Christ, let’s finally get to that resurrection and how Sansa will be smacked dab in the middle of it, something I’ve proposed for years.

Melisandre is what I like to call a shiny apple. George’s way of hiding the truth in plain sight. Because Thoros, another Red Priest brought Beric back, the fandom assumes Mel will do the same for Jon…especially as they went that route in the show.

Don’t get me wrong, she’s at the Wall because she has a role to play but it won’t consciously or unconsciously be about bringing Jon back. Although when it happens, other characters will think it was her, and she’ll likely take the credit, but it won’t be her. Mel is at the Wall to burn Shireen which will in some magical way, result in Jon getting greyscale.

I have a broad idea of how it will play out, which I will get into at the end. Mel won’t bring Jon back because what the tale of The Shrouded Lord tells us is that the return of the fiery dragon lord will be a cold one.

I have been saying for years that Jon and Sansa are the modern Florian and Jonquil and that George is telling their story through their interactions with other characters who act as stand-ins for each. In the case of Jon, Ygritte, the lover of songs, and Val, the non-maiden who Jon rejects when she looks like an icy, white hair ice queen, but thinks is loveliest thing he’s seen in a long while when she comes out of the trees of the haunted forest with her hair looking like dark honey and Ghost at her side.

As I pointed out in The Evolution of Val an essay I wrote several years ago, dark honey is dark brown in color with red highlights. A color very similar to the chestnut Sansa has been dying her hair as she hides out in the Vale. But she’s running out of dye and her red hair is symbolically beginning to peek out.

In Sansa’s arc, the role of Jon is being played by the Sandor Cleghane, the Hound. This is the angry Jon that will return with his wolf Ghost now literally a part of him. Jon will be savage like the Hound. This is why Sandor is given the Hound moniker. It’s to suggest a wolf hound…aka Jon.

Sandor’s burnt face also is there to foreshadow Jon’s face being burnt and likely where the greyscale will enter his dead body as I speculated above. This will likely happen in his funeral pyre. In Deep Geek has a great video about something like this happening. You can watch it here. Jon’s face being burnt at some point was also foreshadowed during his first meeting with Ygritte in the chapter that mirrors Sansa and Sandor on top of the Red Keep during the fiery battle of the Blackwater.

It all seemed to happen in a heartbeat. Afterward Jon could admire the courage of the wildling who reached first for his horn instead of his blade. He got it to his lips, but before he could sound it Stonesnake knocked the horn aside with a swipe of his shortsword. Jon's man leapt to his feet, thrusting at his face with a burning brand. He could feel the heat of the flames as he flinched back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the sleeper stirring, and knew he must finish his man quick. When the brand swung again, he bulled into it, swinging the bastard sword with both hands. —A Clash of Kings, Jon VI

Sansa calmed the Hounds spirit when she sang him The Mother’s Hymn. And just as she tempered the Hound, she will do the same for beastly Jon, like Belle did to the Beast in George’s favorite fairy tale.

In, Do Direwolves dream of the Weirwood Net, I discussed and showed the textural evidence that suggests the bond mates of House Stark can access the weirwood net. This is important because I believe that when Jon called out to Ghost upon his death, their spirits merged, and Ghost took them into the weirwoods, and it is here that he will encounter Sansa and she will give him the kiss of life. There is a magical component that of course has yet to be revealed by the author, but textural clues suggests that this is what will happen. So, let’s now discussed those clues.

Sansa, like many other characters is an unreliable narrator. One of the biggest pieces of evidence to support this is the infamous UnKiss, as the fandom calls the kiss, she remembers sharing with the Hound.

Alla had a lovely voice, and when coaxed would play the woodharp and sing songs of chivalry and lost loves. Megga couldn't sing, but she was mad to be kissed. She and Alla played a kissing game sometimes, she confessed, but it wasn't the same as kissing a man, much less a king. Sansa wondered what Megga would think about kissing the Hound, as she had. He'd come to her the night of the battle stinking of wine and blood. He kissed me and threatened to kill me, and made me sing him a song. —A Storm of Swords, Sansa II

The kiss Sansa remembers, never happened. We the reader watch the scene play out on the page and we know there was no kiss between her and the Hound. She thinks of the kiss that never happened for a second time later in the book when having a conversation with Myranda.

She thought of Tyrion, and of the Hound and how he'd kissed her, and gave a nod. "That must have been dreadful, my lady. Him dying. There, I mean, whilst . . . whilst he was . . ." — A Feast for Crows - Alayne II

Why is Sansa remembering a kiss that never happened? A fan asked GRRM via email back in 2002, and this was his response.

“Well, not every inconsistency is a mistake, actually. Some are quite intentional. File this one under “unreliable narrator” and feel free to ponder its meaning.” —So Spake Martin

Some in the fandom has taken Sansa’s memory of the kiss that never happened as Sansa having romantic feelings for the Hound. However, I don't think that's it. Yes, Martin, has admitted that he has played with this aspect, but I feel confident it’s not because he intended any romance between the two.

Why do I say that Martin is not going to write Sansa having romantic feelings for the Hound? Because one of the core themes of the story is the evil practice of marrying girls before they are even of age to men old enough to be their fathers and often their grandfathers. Sandor Cleghane is old enough to be Sansa’s father being just a few years younger than Ned. Plus, Sandor assaulted and terrorized Sansa. George is not going to turn around now at the end of the story and create a romance between a child and a grown man who terrorized her.

Also, and this is important, we are shown on the page and told in the text that Sansa prefers boys her age. There is Joffrey before he showed himself to be a monster; Loras, the fake Rhaegar stand-in; and Waymar Royce, the Jon stand-in. And if that is not sufficient evidence, Sansa in her own words tells us that she prefers men close to her age.

"I suppose," Sansa said doubtfully. Beric Dondarrion was handsome enough, but he was awfully old, almost twenty-two; the Knight of Flowers would have been much better. Of course, Jeyne had been in love with Lord Beric ever since she had first glimpsed him in the lists. Sansa thought she was being silly; Jeyne was only a steward's daughter, after all, and no matter how much she mooned after him, Lord Beric would never look at someone so far beneath him, even if she hadn't been half his age. —A Game of Thrones, Sansa III

Jeyne has a crush on Beric, who is almost 22. Sansa who is 12 at the time, the same age she is when the UnKiss with the Hound supposedly took place, thinks Beric is too old, and that Loras, the Knight of Flowers who is 16 and just 4 years older than her would be much better. At the start of the story, Sandor Cleghane is 28. Why would Sansa have romantic feelings for him when she thought that Beric who is 6 years younger than the Hound was too old. Makes no sense. George is showing us that Sansa’s interest lies in boys her age.

However, GRRM has admitted that he’s been playing with the idea of something romantic between Sansa and Sandor, and so one must ask why? I think the answer is because Sandor is a stand-in for Jon, and what Sansa is remembering is not a kiss between her and Sandor but rather one between her and Jon.

In the chapter 8, I discussed why mermaids and dragonflies are symbolic sea dragons and how George has positioned Sansa as representing both. I also covered why Nagga, the sea dragon the Grey King slew was his mermaid wife and how that meant that Elenei, the mermaid wife of Durran Godsgrief should also be considered a sea dragon. However in the Durran/Elenei legend, the mermaid wife likely save her mate from drowning by giving him the kiss of life.

Then I discussed why sea dragons and mermaids represent the missing female greenseers of the story and why Nissa Nissa/Corpse Queen/Grey King’s mermaid wife was the first sea dragon and the first greenseer who was female. All of this led me to revisiting the textural clues that point to Sansa being the mermaid/sea dragon of the story and the missing female greenseer.

Legends say that mermaids or sirens as they are sometimes called often lure sailors to their death via drowning.

"A touch of fear will not be out of place, Alayne. You've seen a fearful thing. Nestor will be moved." Petyr studied her eyes, as if seeing them for the first time. "You have your mother's eyes. Honest eyes, and innocent. Blue as a sunlit sea. When you are a little older, many a man will drown in those eyes." Sansa did not know what to say to that. —A Feast for Crows, Sansa I

However, sometimes they will be a savior as in the case of the Little Mermaid, and Elenei saving Durran.

And now let’s look at what Sansa being a greenseer and the UnKiss might have to do with the resurrection of Jon Snow, the Shrouded Lord of Living Stone.

“We are made of blood and bone, in the image of the Father and the Mother,” said Septa Lemore. “Make no vainglorious boasts, I beg you. Pride is a grievous sin. The stone men were proud as well, and the Shrouded Lord was proudest of them all.” The heat from the glowing coals brought a flush to Tyrion’s face. “Is there a Shrouded Lord? Or is he just some tale?” “The Shrouded Lord has ruled these mists since Garin’s day,” said Yandry. “Some say that he himself is Garin, risen from his watery grave.” “The dead do not rise,” insisted Haldon Halfmaester, “and no man lives a thousand years. Yes, there is a Shrouded Lord. There have been a score of them. When one dies another takes his place. This one is a corsair from the Basilisk Islands who believed the Rhoyne would offer richer pickings than the Summer Sea.” “Aye, I’ve heard that too,” said Duck, “but there’s another tale I like better. The one that says he’s not like t’other stone men, that he started as a statue till a grey woman came out of the fog and kissed him with lips as cold as ice.” A Dance with Dragons, Tyrion V

In one of the myths told to Tyrion about The Shrouded Lord, he is said to have started as a stone statue until a cold kiss from a grey woman awakened or one might say, resurrected him. And as I’ve shown, the legend of the Shrouded Lord in only in the story to tell us about Jon’s resurrection. Thus, Jon’s resurrection should also involve a cold kiss from a woman in grey.

As we see from Melisandre’s vision, there is a mysterious girl in grey destined to connect with Jon. Sansa is this girl in grey. George has also inexplicably written a mysterious kiss into Sansa’s arc that supposedly never took place. I proposed that this kiss, or UnKiss as the fandom likes to call it is the one that will be tied to Jon’s resurrection, and it takes place in the weirwood net where Sansa will temper the savaged Jon and like Elenei did with Durran, save him from drowning in the green sea.

As we’re dealing with the weirwoods where time is circular, the kiss may have already happened, or Sansa could be seeing a future event. Nonetheless, the fact that she has memory of it is another clue that she is a greenseer. However, because she’s traumatized and the kiss is between her and her “brother” whose face is likely burnt, making him look more like the Hound, she has confused his identity in her mind.

I said above that George loves religious myths, but do you want to know what else he loves…fairy tales. And there are abundant references to such tales throughout the text.

Many essays have been written by others in the fandom about this topic, but the two I want to talk about here are Beauty and the Beast, and The Little Mermaid because those two are heavily prevalent in Sansa’s arc and in the resurrection of The Shrouded Lord…especially the mermaid linkage.

The original Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen’s is very different from the Disney version so beloved by children, and George has merged the two in his version of the story. In Andersen’s version, mermaids live for hundreds of years and if the Little Mermaid (in the story, she is not given a name) is able to gain the love of the human prince, she will be fated to live out her days as a human. She will have a shorter life span but will gain a human soul. In ASOIAF, George gives us this tale of the fair Elenei.

The songs said that Storm's End had been raised in ancient days by Durran, the first Storm King, who had won the love of the fair Elenei, daughter of the sea god and the goddess of the wind. On the night of their wedding, Elenei had yielded her maidenhood to a mortal's love and thus doomed herself to a mortal's death, and her grieving parents had unleashed their wrath and sent the winds and waters to batter down Durran's hold. His friends and brothers and wedding guests were crushed beneath collapsing walls or blown out to sea, but Elenei sheltered Durran within her arms so he took no harm, and when the dawn came at last he declared war upon the gods and vowed to rebuild. —A Clash of Kings, Catelyn III

By the way, as I discussed in my Of Sansa Stark and Alayne Stone series, Elenei is a variant of Alayne, the name Sansa is hiding out under in the Vale as the daughter of the Merlin(g) King.

In both Andersen’s and George’s version of the tale, the mermaid saves the man from drowning. The mermaid also saves a man from drowning in the Disney version, but there is also the added detail of a kiss. While the sea witch, named Ursula in the Disney version mandates that the little mermaid must gain the prince’s love in the Andersen tale, the cartoon changes it to a kiss.

Martin has woven a life-giving kiss into his story as well with the tale of Elenei, the ironborn’s kiss of life, and even that of the R’hllorist cult with Thoros life giving the kiss to Beric and him in turn passing it on to Cat. And as we see, George has also woven it into the legend of The Shrouded Lord.

“Aye, I’ve heard that too,” said Duck, “but there’s another tale I like better. The one that says he’s not like t’other stone men, that he started as a statue till a grey woman came out of the fog and kissed him with lips as cold as ice.”

Did you notice Martin’s play on words there? The Shrouded Lord is not like the “Other” stone men.

Unsurprisingly, a stone statue is also a key element in both the Andersen original, and the Disney version of The Little Mermaid. In the original, the little mermaid finds the statue before she rescues the prince from drowning. It’s her first experience with anything from the human world and so, the statue becomes a prize possession. When she later rescues the prince, she realizes that he looks just like her statue, and this is part of what precipitates her falling for him.

On the other hand, in the Disney version, she finds the statue after she rescues the prince and it becomes a sign for her that she should follow him to the human world and this precipitates her visit to Ursula the sea witch.

We see that George has heavily built the tale of the Little Mermaid into his sea dragon and Shrouded Lord myths. So, what does all of this have to do with Jon’s resurrection, Sansa, and The Shrouded Lord?

Funnily enough, the very next Tyrion chapter after we first hear about The Shrouded Lord, the Shy Maid finally makes it to the Sorrows and is attacked by the Stone Men, leading to the near-death drowning experience of Sansa’s motley dressed husband and the answer to the question is provided. Let’s look at this chapter.

Chroyane_by Philip Straub_The World of Ice and Fire

“The Shy Maid moved through the fog like a blind man groping his way down an unfamiliar hall. Septa Lemore was praying. The mists muffled the sound of her voice, making it seem small and hushed. Griff paced the deck, mail clinking softly beneath his wolfskin cloak.” —A Dance with Dragon, Tyrion V

Make note that Griff , *Jon* Connington is wearing a wolfskin cloak, marking him as a symbolic wolf in the scene. This next excerpt is pretty long, but it is needed so that one can see all the symbolism and order of events playing out.

“Just saying a thing does not make it true. Who better to raise Prince Rhaegar’s infant son than Prince Rhaegar’s dear friend Jon Connington, once Lord of Griffin’s Roost and Hand of the King?” “Be quiet.” Griff’s voice was uneasy. On the larboard side of the boat, a huge stone hand was visible just below the water. Two fingers broke the surface. How many of those are there? Tyrion wondered. A trickle of moisture ran down his spine and made him shudder. The Sorrows drifted by them. Peering through the mists, he glimpsed a broken spire, a headless hero, an ancient tree torn from the ground and upended, its huge roots twisting through the roof and windows of a broken dome. Why does all of this seem so familiar?” “Straight on, a tilted stairway of pale marble rose up out of the dark water in a graceful spiral, ending abruptly ten feet above their heads. No, thought Tyrion, that is not possible. “Ahead.” Lemore’s voice was shivery. “A light.” All of them looked. All of them saw it. “Kingfisher,” said Griff. “Her, or some other like her.” But he drew his sword again. No one said a word. The Shy Maid moved with the current. Her sail had not been raised since she first entered the Sorrows. She had no way to move but with the river. Duck stood squinting, clutching his pole with both hands. After a time even Yandry stopped pushing. Every eye was on the distant light. As they grew closer, it turned into two lights. Then three. “The Bridge of Dream,” said Tyrion. “Inconceivable,” said Haldon Halfmaester. “We’ve left the bridge behind. Rivers only run one way.” “Mother Rhoyne runs how she will,” murmured Yandry. “Seven save us,” said Lemore. Up ahead, the stone men on the span began to wail. A few were pointing down at them. “Haldon, get the prince below,” commanded Griff.”

The large stone hand is like the symbolic hand of God hearing Tyrion’s words and passing judgment because just as they pass it, things get a bit crazy as some type of magic kicks in. Rivers only run one way except for in ASOIAF. Even their dialogue as they pass the bridge again is the same, but with differences.

The leap had shattered one of his legs, and a jagged piece of pale bone jutted out through the rotted cloth of his breeches and the grey meat beneath. The broken bone was speckled with brown blood, but still he lurched forward, reaching for Young Griff. His hand was grey and stiff, but blood oozed between his knuckles as he tried to close his fingers to grasp. The boy stood staring, as still as if he too were made of stone. His hand was on his sword hilt, but he seemed to have forgotten why. Tyrion kicked the lad’s leg out from under him and leapt over him when he fell, thrusting his torch into the stone man’s face to send him stumbling backwards on his shattered leg, flailing at the flames with stiff grey hands. —A Dance with Dragons, Tyrion V

Again, the hint of a man getting his face burnt. Tyrion knocked Young Griff down to protect him, but the stone man gets away and goes for the boy again.

“Stand aside!” someone shouted, far away, and another voice said, “The prince! Protect the boy!” The stone man staggered forward, his hands outstretched and grasping. Tyrion drove a shoulder into him. It felt like slamming into a castle wall, but this castle stood upon a shattered leg. The stone man went over backwards, grabbing hold of Tyrion as he fell. They hit the river with a towering splash, and Mother Rhoyne swallowed up the two of them. As he’s dragged to the bottom of the river by the stone man, Tyrion thinks, “there are worse ways to die than drowning.” And then we get this ending passage. I’ll haunt the Seven Kingdoms, he thought, sinking deeper. They would not love me living, so let them dread me dead. When he opened his mouth to curse them all, black water filled his lungs, and the dark closed in around him.

Tyrion, Sansa's motley wearing husband almost drowns in the green sea, and as it happens, he thinks of haunting the Seven Kingdoms as a dead man. I wonder what or better yet, who that might be foreshadowing?

When next we see Tyrion, he’s waking up and remembers dreaming of getting a grey kiss from the Shrouded Lord.

“He dreamt of his lord father and the Shrouded Lord. He dreamt that they were one and the same, and when his father wrapped stone arms around him and bent to give him his grey kiss, he woke with his mouth dry and rusty with the taste of blood and his heart hammering in his chest. “Our dead dwarf has returned to us,” Haldon said. “Tyrion shook his head to clear away the webs of dream. The Sorrows. I was lost in the Sorrows. “I am not dead.” —A Dance with Dragons, Tyrion VI

He then comments on his surroundings and we get this passage.

He was on the Shy Maid, Tyrion saw, under a scratchy blanket that smelled of vinegar. The Sorrows are behind us. It was just a dream I dreamed as I was drowning. “Why do I stink of vinegar?”

Why does he smell of vinegar? This bit is extremely important, and I will tell you why shortly. It’s George and his bloody consistent symbolism and another clue that he’s playing with the idea of Jon as Christ, the Living Stone.

Tyrion discovers that he was pulled from the river by Jon Con, and Septa Lemore then saved him. It was likely her kiss of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation that he mixed up with one from the Shrouded Lord in his dream.

“Lemore has been washing you with it. Some say it helps prevent the greyscale. I am inclined to doubt that, but there was no harm in trying. It was Lemore who forced the water from your lungs after Griff had pulled you up. You were as cold as ice, and your lips were blue. Yandry said we ought to throw you back, but the lad forbade it.” —A Dance with Dragon, Tyrion VI

As Crowfood’s Daughter stated in her video, Septa Lemore is a bit of an exhibitionist who likes to bathe naked in the river in sight of all…kind of like a mermaid; and Jonquil and her sisters when Florian viewed them in the Maiden Pool. Tyrion enjoyed watching Septa Lemore a few times. Thus, she is the symbolic mermaid stand-in for Sansa who gives Tyrion, the stand-in for the Shrouded Lord/Jon the icy kiss to bring him back to life. The fact that Tyrion is Sansa’s husband just completes the symbolism.

Tyrion and Griff are both stand-ins for Jon in the Sorrows scene. We've talked about Tyrion, but let's also look at what happens to Jon Con after he goes into the sorrows to rescue the little Lannister?

The symbolic wolf in the scene who just happens to have the same name as Jon Snow, is the one to get greyscale, the disease which turns one into a stone man.

If my theory that The Shrouded Lord’s purpose in the story is to tell us about Jon’s resurrection, then Jon Con is not just a symbolic wolf in the scene, but also a symbolic dragon. He was also closest to Jon's father Rhaegar as Tyrion mentions. So, it makes perfect sense that he’s the one to get greyscale in the waters where Garin called down a curse on the dragon lords of old.

As we are talking about Garin’s curse, Tyrion’s fall into the Sorrows may have proven that he’s not a Targaryen, because if he was, I think that he would have gotten greyscale. There is something magical about the Sorrows. The stone men ignored the Shy Maid as it travel through the Sorrows, and the pole boat had almost made it out the foggy landscape when Tyrion started talking about knowing that Young Griff was Rhaegar’s son, and the next thing you know, boat seem to be back where it started and they were again passing The Bridge of Dreams and this time, they were attacked by the stone men.

This plays into my theory that the story is about circular time and events are repeating but with differences…almost like different timelines. However, what I want to point out here is that on their second trip through the Sorrows when the stone men attacked, if you read the passage, they went right for Young Griff. It’s almost as if something heard Tyrion’s story and realized that there was someone with dragon blood on the boat.

So, about that vinegar. After all the evidence that shows how the description of the Shrouded Lord echoes that of the risen Christ, would you still be surprised if I tell you that vinegar also plays a part in Christ’s crucifixion?

In each of the 4 Gospels, Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, it is stated that the soldiers at the crucifixion offered Jesus sour wine when he said he was thirsty. Sour wine is vinegar. In fact, in one of the gospels, it is said that Jesus is given sour wine to drink while the others refer to it as vinegar because that is basically what sour wine is…vinegar.

they gave Him sour wine mingled with gall to drink. But when He had tasted it, He would not drink. —Matthew 27:34 KJV

36 “And one ran and filled a spunge full of vinegar, and put it on a reed, and gave him to drink, saying, Let alone; let us see whether Elias will come to take him down.” 37 With a loud cry, Jesus breathed his last. —Mark 15:36-37 KJV

36 The soldiers also came up and mocked him. They offered him wine vinegar 37 and said, “If you are the king of the Jews, save yourself.”— Luke 23:36

28 Later, knowing that everything had now been finished, and so that Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” 29 A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips. 30 When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit. — John 19:28

Sour wine was the only type of wine that soldiers would have had available to them. For this reason, some biblical scholars have argued that as it was the only thing they had to give, it was meant as a succor and not an insult. Others have argued the opposite. The reference to vinegar is not only in the 4 gospels. It is also referenced in Psalms 69.

The Psalms are part of the Old Testament and were written by King David. However, modern biblical scholars have argued that there were other writers of these group of songs. Psalms 69 is a lament, and as it is part of the Old Testament while the Gospels and the life of Christ are distilled in the New Testament, it is also seen as a prophecy of the suffering of Christ, and this is why it is associated with his crucifixion. In the Episcopalian Church, it is recited during Good Friday services, the day of Christ’s crucifixion.

It is too long for me to include, but I do want to post a few lines. You can read the full Psalms here.

1 Save me, O God; for the waters are come in unto my soul.

2 I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

14 Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

15 Let not the waterflood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.

21 They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

As you can see, in the Psalm that is believed to prophesize the coming of Jesus to save us from our sins, water is used to foreshadow drowning. Although in the Psalms, the drowning is more spiritual in nature. On the other hand, in George’s tale, water is used to symbolize drowning in the green sea/weirwood net, which is what will be happening to Jon as his spirit resides in Ghost and he’s taken into the weirwood net.

It's Sansa, whose symbolic color like Jon, is grey because she is a daughter of House Stark; and thus, is wearing that color in Melisandre’s vision; and who happens to have red Night’s Queen hair, who will save Jon from drowning.

In part 3 of this series, I discussed the textural evidence that suggests the corpse queen was a redhead. However, a non-textural but still important clue to back up this idea is that in western art, mermaids are traditionally featured as redheads. There is no reference to hair color in the Andersen tale, but Disney’s famous Ariel is a redhead.

A Mermaid by John William Waterhouse

Let’s now recap the Tyrion chapters set in and around the Sorrows that occur in ADWD, the book where Jon Snow is killed and his spirit merges with his wolf and goes into the weirwood net as foreshadowed in the Varamyr prologue. We get several chapters that both foreshadows Jon’s resurrection and that he will get greyscale that turns one into a stone like figure.

First, we get the story of the leader of the stone men, The Shrouded Lord that echoes that of the real world risen Christ who was called the Living Stone. Jon Snow is symbolically set up as the Christ like figure in ASOIAF.

There is also Jon Con, who just happens to have the same name as Jon Snow; and who just happens to be wearing a wolfskin cloak before he goes into the Sorrows; being the one to get greyscale…a disease that turns one into a stone man.

And we have Sansa, who George has strongly set up as a symbolic mermaid/sea dragon and who I argue is the missing female greenseer in the story associated with a mysterious kiss that has already happened; or possibly is still to occur. A kiss that she remembers happening with the Hound, but all evidence points to there not being anything of a romantic nature between them. There is also the fact that Sandor’s story mirrors Jon and he’s set up as the Jon stand-in in Sansa’s arc.

We have the tale of the Shrouded Lord starting out as a stone statue and being given life by the kiss from a grey woman who had lips as cold as ice. This woman’s cold lips and her grey color can’t help but make one think of the corpse/night’s queen. And further to the grey woman who kisses the Shrouded Lord, in the same book, we hear of Melisandre’s vision of a mysterious girl wearing Stark colors and coming to Jon at the Wall.

There is also all the mermaid symbolism in the text of them rescuing a drowning male, and how this symbolically plays out with Septa Lemore saving Tyrion in the scene where he acts as the stand-in for the Shrouded Lord. A scene that also echoes that of Christ’s crucifixion and resurrection with the use of vinegar.

I could go into detail of how Sansa’s interaction with Dontos, the stand-in for Florian in her arc also symbolically mirrors that of a mermaid saving a man from drowning, but this chapter is already overlong. As a result, I will again suggest that you watch Crowfood’s Daughter video, The Grey King’s Mermaid Wife for more details.

Now that I’ve discussed all the clues that suggest Sansa will have a role to play in Jon’s resurrection as well as why the Shrouded Lord is a stand-in for Jon, you might wonder how I think his return will play out.

Well, I think that Melisandre will have a role to play in the events, but she won’t be fully responsible for his return. With her, it will be more of an accident. I think that the kiss between Sansa and Jon will take place out of time in the weirwood net, and it will in some way, magically push Jon back into his body, but he will bring some of Ghost’s savage nature with him.

On the Melisandre angle, I think that she will burn Jon. She keeps asking R’hllor to show her Stannis but all she sees is Snow. She’s seeing Jon both literally and symbolically. Her vision includes a lot of snow which has begun to fall, but as we know, and saw in the TV show, ashes can also look like snow, and that’s what Mels is seeing around Jon.

Stannis tells Justin Massey that rumor may reach them that he is dead. Will that be true or not is not the subject for now, but I think that it’s possible that Melisandre may entertain this idea when she continues to be unable to see him in the fire, and even with his death, she continues to see Jon Snow in the flames.

Maybe this will lead her to recognizes that snow can sometimes look like ashes and then she comes to the realization that she should burn Jon. The Nights Watch and Wildings who will join to dispatch those who kill Jon would want to burn his body in either case to prevent it turning into a wight.

And this is where the prophecy of waking dragons from stones will come in. As far as Melisandre is concern, that hasn’t yet happened, and so in her quest to help the missing Stannis, she may see the burning of Jon as the way to make it so. She asks for Azor Ahai, but the flames keep showing her Jon Snow. Yes, Jon is dead, but maybe she thinks the R’hllor is telling her that the burning of his body will still lead to Azor Ahai, who she believes is Stannis.

Also, while she doesn’t know about Jon’s connection to Rhaegar and that he also has Targaryen blood, the Starks come from a long line of ancient kings and his brother was recently crowned king. Thus, to her, Jon also has king’s blood. But she needs two kings to wake the dragon, and that’s where Shireen comes in.

Shireen is not a king, but she is Stannis heir and has king’s blood. And so, Melisandre has her two kings to wake a dragon. Jon Snow and Shireen. It won’t be very difficult for Mels to convince Selyse to burn her daughter to the cause…especially if it will help Stannis. The queen is a devout fanatic. Does Melisandre think she will be waking a real dragon from stone? Possibly, but who knows. The point is that she’s doing it because she thinks it will help Stannis.

The interesting thing is that the Wildings and the remaining Nights Watch brothers won’t do anything to stop it. The Wildings will be the ones primarily in charge, and as we see from Val, they already think that Shireen should not be alive because of her greyscale. So, they won’t stop Melisandre from burning her.

Where will all of this take place? Radio Westeros has a great theory that Jon’s pyre will be in the weirwood grove of nine where he and Sam said their vows. It’s a great theory and makes a lot of sense, and so, I wouldn’t rule it out. However, I also wouldn’t rule out Jon’s pyre being at the Nightfort.

As I’ve said throughout this series, Jon and Sansa will be this timeline’s version of the Night’s King and corpse queen. As these two ancient figures are so associated with the Nightfort, it seems like Jon’s resurrection should take place there, but I don’t know what reason Melisandre would have to take the body there to burn…unless Castle Black is destroyed.

Shireen and Jon will burn in the same pyre or ones next to each other and while Jon’s body will be frozen initially, the heat will melt it and open the wounds given to him by his murder. And the greyscale ashes from Shireen will enter the wounds, giving him greyscale just as he’s being pushed back into his body and awakens. And, we have the dragon waking from stone.

While the details maybe different, I think that the ideas behind what some will call a hairbrained theory is sound when you consider that Jon must get greyscale if he is to become the Shrouded Lord and personify the Living Stone that was Jesus. The wine at the Wall is even called sour and so I would not be surprised to see that playing a part in his resurrection as well. Maybe Jon’s brothers will have a toast to him and throw some sour wine on his pyre.

The other boys gathered round the eight who had been named, laughing and cursing and offering congratulations. Halder smacked Toad on the butt with the flat of his sword and shouted, "Toad, of the Night's Watch!" Yelling that a black brother needed a horse, Pyp leapt onto Grenn's shoulders, and they tumbled to the ground, rolling and punching and hooting. Dareon dashed inside the armory and returned with a skin of sour red. As they passed the wine from hand to hand, grinning like fools, Jon noticed Samwell Tarly standing by himself beneath a bare dead tree in the corner of the yard. Jon offered him the skin. "A swallow of wine?" Sam shook his head. "No thank you, Jon." —A Game of Thrones, Jon V

Note how Sam who is no longer at the wall and wasn’t there for the mutiny and so won’t be there for Jon’s resurrection is written as separate from Jon and the other boys in the scene. Martin and his consistency.

So to recap, in the same book that Jon Snow, the Christ like figure of the story is murdered, and path to resurrection foreshadowed in the Varamyr prologue, George also gives us the myth of The Shrouded Lord, a stone statues that is brought to life by the cold kiss of a grey woman... a legend which mirrors the resurrection of real world Jesus.

George also places Shireen, the child who carries the greyscale disease that causes men to turn to stone at the Wall next to dragon blooded Jon. ln in the same book, Melisandre also get's a vision of a mysterious girl in grey traveling through the snow to Jon...a girl that strong clues suggests is Sansa. All of these elements that mirror the Shrouded Lord legend coalescing around Jon Snow. Happenstance? I say no.

As we wind things down, let’s revisit the question of why George wrote greyscale into his story? Well, as I’ve just shown, he did it so that Jon, the Jesus like figure in the story can mirror the real world risen Christ as the Living Stone. However, on a deeper philosophical level, I think that he wrote greyscale into his tale to show that organize religion…especially one with a deify figure at the head can be a plague upon the people.

George questions things…especially dogma, knowing that there are often no answers to the universal questions we all ask. While he may no longer believes the religious teachings he was taught in his youth, they have had a major influence on him and his writings. He loves the lore of the Christian faith and various world religions, and that’s why his stories are filled with so much mythology.

Nonetheless, he also recognizes that much evil has been done in the name of religion since the first such organization showed its face upon the world thousands of years ago. It doesn’t matter what the religion has been. Evil has been done in its name. This is because organize religion otherizes people. It creates an us versus them dichotomy. And if you are not part of the us, then you must be “other,” with all that it implies.

You don’t belong. Your beliefs are wrong. You’re a sinner…etc. This theme about the evilness at the heart of organize religion and the deification of individuals is at the core of ASOIAF. I think it’s what D&D attempted to capture in their ham-fisted way on the show with Dany. Worshiping glorified God-like figures is never a good thing.

However, as I’ve stated, there is a dichotomy to the idea because to be human is to be part of a group…to be part of a community where we recognize each other’s wants and need; where we protect and provide for each other. But to paraphrase Hamlet, here’s the rub, because being part of a group always without fail leads to some form of organize religion. And so, what do you do!

Well, we’ve come to the end of this chapter, and we’re getting closer to the end of the series…probably only another couple of chapters. Next time, we are going to go to some dark places as I show you why what happened to Sansa on the show is not out of the realms of possibility in the books. Not with Ramsay of course; and it may not be physical in nature, but more mental…like what Varamyr attempted with Thistle. However, I do think that dark days are ahead for Sansa before she sees the dawn. I can’t tell you when the next chapter will be here because I must psych myself up to go to that dark place and write it. I also have a lot upcoming in the New Year, and so it might not be for several months, but it will be come.

So what does everyone think of the theory that Jon is the Shrouded; Sansa the girl in grey; and the Unkiss tied to Jon's resurrectin.

All comments welcome. Until next time.

ETA on 12/26 to fix a few typos and grammatical errors and also to add the two recap paragraphs.

ETA 9/6/24 to fix a couple of additional typos and add a couple of highlight to passages.

#sansa stark #jon snow #asoiaf #jon x sansa #house stark #asoiaf meta #my meta #sansa stark meta #florian and jonquil #jon snow meta #the shrouded lord #the girl in grey #girl in grey #jon the living stone

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Lee!Sapnap | ler!Dream & George

Sapnap is overwhelmed with everything that’s been happening recently, dream and George decide they are going to help.

Tw : i don’t think there’s any, feet tickles?

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Sapnap sighed heavily, roughly running his hands through his hair pulling it slightly as he leaned back in his chair. “Ugh, why can’t i get this right?!” Whisper yelling as he scowled at the screen. “I do this for a living and i can’t even edit correctly” he had been editing his new video, one of his editors was sick and this video had to be up by tonight, so he took it upon himself to edit it. Failing, but he’s trying. A little to hard.

After a moment of composing himself, he sat back up and started editing again. Sighing every time he couldn’t master the new editing technique on the first try, his body screaming at him to take a break but refusing to do so.

George was laying on the bed in dreams room, whilst dream was in his computer practicing for an upcoming event. “I haven’t seen sapnap in a while, he usually comes in here and relaxes with us or helps me annoy you” dream rolled his eyes at the fond memories of those two annoying him. “Yeah, why don’t you go look for him- leave me alone for a bit?”

George looked up at dream unimpressed, “you’re just trying to get rid of me aren’t you?”

Dream smirked, “maybe, maybe not” going back to his practicing.

George rolled his eyes, getting up and poking dreams side on the way out. “When I find him we’re gonna annoy you!” Yelling the last word as he left dreams room so he could hear.

Dream blushed, shaking his head and once again going back to practicing this time with no interruptions.

George was walking around the house, passing certain things on the way that he’s never seen before. He really needs to explore this house some more.

Sapnap was crying, anger bubbling in his chest as he just accidentally deleted all of this progress he had done in the past 20 minutes. Small hiccups coming from as he struggled to breath, pushing himself back in his chair to ground himself.

George made it to sapnaps room, walking up to the door and gently knocking on it. He listened closely hearing tiny hiccups coming from the younger boys room. He called sapnaps name out, concerned for him.

“Sapnap, are you in there? Is everything okay?” He gently turned the door handle, waiting for any signs he’s not welcome inside. Hearing none so he walked in, seeing a heartbreaking scene. Sapnap was curled up in his chair, hands roughly tugging at his hair as tears and hiccups fell from his mouth.

Sapnap was mumbling something, to quiet for him to make out a whole sentence but with what he could hear he pieced what happened together. Sapnap had been editing and by looking at the screen with not a lot to show, something must’ve happened either his computer shut down or he forgot to save.

“Hey sappy, it’s okay sweetie. Can I come closer?” George made his voice soft, crouching down.

Sapnap looked over, his eyes filled with tears making everything blurry. “G-George- yeah.. m’s-sorry.” His voiced hushed and crunchy due to crying.

George smiled softly and came over to sapnap, taking one of his hands in his own and gently stroking his thumb over sapnaps knuckles. “It’s okay, can you tell me whah happened dear?” George wasn’t the best at helping with emotions but he was definitely going to try, one of his best friends was upset and needed it.

Sapnap nodded, giving a brief explanation of what happened having to take a few breaks due to crying to much.

George softened his voice, hushing sapnap quietly hugging him rubbing his back in a comforting manner. “Come on, it’s okay. Wanna go to dreams room?” He felt sapnap nod in the crook of his neck.

He pulled sapnap up wrapping an arm around his waist as they walked to dreams room. “Dream?” George whispered his name unable to open the door as he was supporting a very upset sapnap who had his head on his shoulder and leaning his weight on George.

Dream looked concerned and walked over. “Hey sappy, are you okay? What happened buddy?” Taking him in his arms, lifting him up and walking over to the bed with him.

Sapnap shoved his face in his neck, small hiccups still coming from him as he tried to calm down. “I.. I was editing a-and I accidentally” bursting out into another round of angry tears before he could finish his sentence.

Dream was sat on the edge of the bed with him, gently rocking him back and forth. “Come on, you can do it sweetie, what happened Hm?” Gently scratching at his hair. George was sat next to them gently rubbing at sapnaps thighs in a comforting manner.

After a while they eventually got it out of sapnap and why he was so upset. “Good job, it’s never easy editing huh. Wanna lay down?” Dream asked, placing a small kiss on the top of his head as they rocked.

Sapnap nodded in the crook of his neck sniffling as he did, wiping his nose on dreams neck without thinking. “Did you just wipe your little nose on me? You’re so gross” standing up and bouncing him a little, squeezing his sides a few times. George laughed at sapnap offering playful teades too “Gross little one.” Sapnap giggled slightly, shifting closer to dream.

Dream laid in bed, shuffling sapnap up as he placed his head on his stomach, listening and following dreams breathing to calm down. George came back in the room with some tea, “here you go sappy, do you want it now?” Sapnap opened his eyes not realising he had left the room. “Didn’t realise you left..” taking a breath in between his words. “M’ okay , have it later when it cooled down.” George smiled, placing his drink on the bed side table and running his hands through his hair.

“Okay baby” laying down next to the two on the left side, “you feel better?” Rubbing his back as he laid his head on dreams shoulder.

Sapnap shrugged, sniffling once again. “Hmmm, do you need cheering up?” A small smirk appearing on his face as he looked at dream.

“Will it work?” Looking up at George with hopeful eyes. “Oh I think so, is it okay if dream helps?” Dream placed his hands on his side’s gently stroking up and down, occasionally using his nails to really tickle along his sides.

“Ohono nohono” sapnap giggled shoving his head in dreams stomachs as he shook his head.

“Oh no? Are you not exited for the tickles?” Dream asked swiping his fingers up and down his sides. George smirked, going to sit at the end of the bed. “Are you alright with this sapnap?”

“Uhuhm yehehahahah” he giggled, still hiding his head in dreams stomach.

“Awh, come out sappy. We wanna see you pretty face and hear your little cute giggles” taking his finger and gently pushing at sapnap as face so he had access to scratch gently under his chin, enough for it to tickle.

“Eheheh gyahaha, stahahap” scrunching his nose as he laughed, squirming but not enough to get out of dreams tickly hold.

“Turn over then pretty boy~!” George teased, gently stroking at his calves and ankles as he knew light tickles there were bad for him.

“Fahahaha okay! Okahahay” he turned over, a light blush to his face as he stared at the other two. “Hihihi”

“Awh hiii~ sweet boy” George cooed, teasing as he came up to gently pinch at his cheeks squishing them.

Sapnap blushed trying to squirm out of his hold, giggling. “Stahahap you weheirdo” hands landing on George wrist but not even attempting to push them away.

“Sapnap, are you okay with us doing this? Do you remember what you have to say if you want it to stop or you need a break?” Gently taking his wrists and holding them up, rubbing his thumbs over the thin skin were it connects to his palms.

Sapnap blushed at the gently contact. “Yes, red if I want it to stop and break if I need a brehake” as nervous giggles came out at the last word as he felt George straddle his ankles.

“Okay, we’re going to tickle you now” George said as he began to gently run his fingers up and down sapnaps socked feet, occasionally switching patterns to keep sapnap on edge.

Dream began to trail his fingers down all the way down from sapnaps wrists to his armpits, gently swirling in the hollows of them.

“Eheheh nahahaha” scrunching his nose as he giggled, eyes closing and opening to help with they ticklish sensations he was feeling.

George was now poking all over his foot, leaving one alone. He began scribbling his fingers over his right foot, smirking as he watched his toes curl and uncurl to try and stop the tickles. “Ooh sapnap~! Your little feet are so tickly honey, even one little swipe and you’re a giggling squirming mess.” Taking two fingers on each hand running them up and down his foot in different directions. He tickled his toes, gently scratching at each of them sometimes taking them one by one and wiggling them to tease him.

Dream was swirling one finger of each hand in both armpits, sometimes scratching at the sides with his nails. He tickled just under his armpits at his back, close to the back bone scratching and spidering all along the ticklish bones sometimes dipping down to the very bottom of back to feel him arch his back and coming round to the front to tickle his stomach, vibrating his fingers along his mid section circling his belly button teasing him as he threatened to dip it in, he did, gently scratching at the bottom of it.

Through all of this sapnap was a laughing squirming mess, trying to curl up but pushed back down my dream, he especially listened when dream threatened to tie him up if he kept curling up.

“EHAHAHha NOHOHOoh OH NOHOHO IT- ihihiIt TIHIHIhivklehessSAHAHA!!” His arms almost coming down, dreams threat ringing in his mind as he raised them back up still laughing just as hard, if not harder. He knew dream would and he knew that both of them would jump at the chance to torture him together. They’ve done it before and they would definitely do it again.

George started pulling his socks off, he knew as he felt tickly fingers all around his arches and balls of feet.

“EEEH NAHAHAH OHHOHO GEHOHREGE” arms coming down to protect himself.

“Ooh sapnap~” he whisper in his ear. “Your arms came down sweetie, do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Sapnap blushed at his tone, immediately raising his arms up again, this time instead of going right back to tickling him dream just took them, gently stretching them up some more and placing his arms to rest on sapnaps. “Yes! I do, I’m sorry dream! It tickled so bad. I did the best I could!! I swear, please!”

“Hmmm” dream pretend to think about it, taking his finger and swiping it up sapnaps chin, watching him as he scrunched his nose.

“I think that you took them very well, so we shall not torture you today. But maybe another time~ Would you like that sugar?” He spidered down sapnaps arm until he reached his arms pits, sapnap squealed, laughing but never putting his arms down he didn’t want to risk it.

“Eee! Yehehes” he smiled, as dream pulled him up laying him on his sides. Gently stroking at his back. “Good job, you took them so well!”

George came and laid next to the two, rubbing at sapnaps back as dream switched to caress his hair.

“Thahank youhu for this..” completely forgetting about his editing problem.

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This is so bad, I’m falling asleep but I’ve put it of for so long. I know I mentioned something about tea but I can’t remember and I’m to tired to look back at it 💀

Enjoy !! I have another in drafts, hopefully out soon.

😁🤗

#sfw interaction only #sfw tk blog #tickle comunity #tickle content #dsmp #mcyt tickle #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle fluff #lee!sapnap #ler!dream #ler!george

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delicatebluebirdruins · 2 months ago

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the empty grave reread

Saturday 2nd Nov 2024

I love this opening line and the dread is still there about the Anthony Lockwood gallery

7 the Skull hated being called tame and for good reason

3rd Nov 2024

9 Marissa's funeral proceeding treating her as a queen (they mention it on page 32 lying in state for the 3 days?)

27 "lockwood's presence game me courage"

43 the group commiting the three sins of ghost hunting

47 hello Revenent

50 birds of a feather

60 ghost client whoop (I hope I am always this excited about it)

81 "I think, that we found greater peace and pleasure in each other than in anyone. That was the good news. The bad news? I wasn't quite sure why" hmmm I wonder you were already close already emotionally. Lockwood can be a bit emotionally blind but him icing you out in THB did play a role in your leaving a small one but still. You also walked through the realm of the dead together your bond was fractured many, many times in THB for so many reasons and it was reforged throughout TCS and now of course.

86 and 103 is just me finding new things to add to my revision cards

111 the epitaph on the Lockwood's grave "knowledge sets us free" meaning so many things like the ghosts trapped in the living realm and limbo. the parents in general being killed to prevent knowledge being set free. them revealing the truth to the world about Fittes and Rotwell

114 Hey it's the second empty grave! and this one will stay empty for a long, long time

116 Lockwood telling Lucy about his parents dying will be something Cameron Chapman would shine in

121 "In my experience, graveyards can be used for lots of activities, not just ghost-hunting" what is your experience Skull? (thought when writing this up 10/11/24 calm down Mary Shelly)

130 the history of the ghost they're dealing with is great "Or possibly Luton"

134 Lockwood saying they aren't weak is so funny

138 I love this description for Flo "She liked liquorice, George and Lockwood in a somewhat unclear order"

141 bless Holly's existence "she remained impeccably polite"

142 "if you hung a uniform on a section of concrete pipe leaning against an outhouse wall the result would have possessed more intellectual zip"

157 Lucy mistakenly going after Sarah is so funny because she is the reason the Belle Dame is loose

169 Sweet sister Mary

173 bi Lucy? going with it

186 jealous Lucy protecting Lockwood

189 "It had tried to take Lockwood from me"

+ 190 "intelligience and recognition - and something more than that" i wonder what that is? Lockwood POV please and thank you

+ 199 "I hate trapezes" is there a deleted scene somewhere in Strouds notes of Lucy learning how to use a trapeze?

196 What were his thoughts with who did this? intitally I mean?

205 Poor Adam Bunchurch

209 Barnes I love you very much

214 Barnes warning them is so nice

220 we have a name for our ghost client Dr Neil Clarke

225 I want a jammie dodger now

230 I love the Skull

4th November

245 Possessive Skull "hey, fish-face find your own human"

250 Lockwood wanting to kill Sir Rupert Gale... I'd help. Also I hate how he kind of hinted at something happening to George "not off being naughty in some library again?"

253 God bless Jake the cabbie

266 Lucy is small and full of rage

269 I love Kipps "we might have to duff up a few pensioners" and Holly "there'll be some duffing up going on right now if you don't start filling us in"

282 "We could feel an abyss opening beneath ou feet"

284 I wonder what Dark London is?

296 Lavender acid? at least it smells nice

303 the idea that we may never get this scene Lockwood frozen in the midst of chaos is a crime I may never recover from

307 and there it is the truth of the Problem

317 this world has bazookas?

331 "They're here to be used. And I believe my sister would want use to use her room too. She'd want to help us escape"

335 Ezekiel is a prat

345 Lucy being miffed at Lockwood seemingly enjoying this chaos but the chaos is exposing the truth... Winkman we were so close to a moment here

353 Holly is gay

361 Good Old Esmeralda

363 What was the message George

364 Middle names are fun

372 vengeful chicken lmao but also poor Kipps

385 Oh Skull really? Lucy where would someone who works for Fittes take a Source?

389 Seriously who are you hat man?

391 Why are you doing so well Kipps?

398 Flo backstory! imagine how upset Lucy would be if she learned this in the run to Aickmeres? because Flo was part of a three person agency and she was the last one standing?

409 first sighting of Marissa and Ezekiel

415 the conversation with the Skull is great

420 Poor Kipps (Jack would kill this scene so would Ruby and the others when they go back to our world)

430 Lockwood sacrificing his coat :(

433 sticky fingers George and wolf like smile from Lockwood (in AU we could have these two meet as George is a pickpocket/thief and Lockwood sees him in the act)

437 "they were all stocky and muscular, their shaven heads like small boulders on which rudimentary faces had been drawn" this happens a few times with Lucy the way she see's large groups of "others". (And it will be something I pay attention to next time I reread as I know I am missing some) She describes them as all being from the same mould stripping them of their personhood as they are all caught up in the machine of Fittes (and Rotwell her description of the group selling hot chestnuts in the first book) in this case it works because this group is not a group made up of people it's a group like Winkman's thugs because all they know is following orders without question and I don't know where I'm going with this but something something dehumanisation I guess?

438 "That bloodthirsty young harpy" compliments!

457 Marissa being similar to Belle Dame

466 This is so spooky like the body of Penelope Fittes, her face but also the face of Marissa

474 killing the tension here Skull

Final Day 5th November 2024

480 that was a good summary Lucy

487 I love the Skull protecting them

489 Suck it Ezekiel

490 cat behaviour for sure

501 Lockwood and Lucy going downstairs arm in arm

519 healing Portland Row and themselves

525 what was the doodle

529 a glimmer of green from the Skull and of course the necklace

and there we have it the final book reread I love this book (the ranking would look like TEG/THB closely followed by TCS and then the first two way down in the rankings... I will die on the hill of them being combined was the best thing they could do in a adaptation)

#lockwood and co #george cubbins #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #the empty grave reread #lockwood library #the notes with a plus sign are things I added when typing this up

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bri-to-the-future · 2 years ago

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So i just finished my latest replay of BTTF The Game, and something I noticed on this playthrough that I really appreciate is how often it references deleted content from the movies.

Like, in episode 1 when you first meet up with Doc while hes in jail and you catch up a bit he mentions that him and Clara are deciding when to send the boys to college. Clara wanted to send them to the 21st century for it, but Doc says he’s partial to the 60s. And of course he is! In the original screenplay for BTTF 2 they mention that Doc teaches at the local Community College.

The other two examples i noticed have more major spoilers for the game so I’ll put them under a read more just incase

Theres also the scene near the beginning of episode 2 where Kid’s gang uses too much chloroform to knock out Artie. This references an extended version of the Darth Vader scene from the first movie where Marty does the same thing to George- it’s why he sleeps through school the next day.

And in episode 5, when you’re jogging Edna’s memory about what happened and she mention’s her grandfather, Doc explains that she means “Marshall James Strickland. Came to Hill Valley in 1869, shot by M-“ before Marty cuts him off saying that he remembers from when they met in 1885. The last part of Doc’s sentence is referring to a deleted scene from the third movie where Mad Dog is intercepted by Marshall before his duel with Marty, and shoots him in the back in front of his son. It was cut because they decided it would make Mad Dog too irredeemable and make people upset that Marty didn’t just shoot him.

And these are just the ones I noticed! And its not even mentioning all the references to things that did make it into the movies! Gah i love this game so much

#i might end up being a bit insufferable about the game now that i finished replaying lol #bttf #back to the future #bttf the game #marty mcfly #doc brown

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richmond-rex · 1 year ago

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I was tagged by super talented @eve-to-adam! Thank you <3

How many works do you have on AO3? I've got 19 fics currently on ao3 (but I always think about deleting some of them so that number may go down).

What fandoms do you write for? Currently I only write historical RPF, but I've got two Still Star-Crossed stories on my profile as it stands. It was very fun to write them but the show wasn't renewed and eventually my passion ran out.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Draw Your SwordsBlooming (modern AU) We Sang of Roses (modern AU) A Royal BedJoy on Earth

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Though not always successful (I'm kind of a forgetful person, sorry!) I try to respond to comments because I like to acknowledge the person's effort in commenting. It's very easy to simply read and leave a like/kudos, but leaving a comment sometimes after you're still processing a story or when you're naturally very shy takes a bit more from you. So I like to acknowledge that.

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably To love God is to love a sinner, but some stories have ambiguous endings such as The Relentless Weight and more recently, The Hour of the Wolf.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably my no-plot-only-fluff fic, White Christmas

Do you get hate on fics? Not frequently, thankfully, though that's probably because the readership I get is so small. I did once get a comment saying my story was too cheesy, and another one once berating me for describing Elizabeth of York as 'blonde' (a herald who witnessed her coronation described her hair as 'light yellow'; so please don’t tell me I’m wrong ♥)

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do (though not frequently), which is considered controversial because I write about real (albeit historical) people. Sex is part of the human experience and it can tell us a lot about the characters and the relationships, so I try to feel less guilty about it. I also like to take smut as an exercising in writing: to test how far I can get in evoking a sensation without getting into more explicit territory is always a challenge.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? In terms of different fandoms? I don't remember ever doing that. I have mixed different eras, though.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of!

Have you ever had a fic translated? Again, not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not a fic per se, but once I did share an AU with @harritudur and another friend. It was very fun :D

What’s your all-time favourite ship? I do love to explore the relationship between Henry VII and Elizabeth because it was so unlikely to have happened in the first place, let alone succeed. I find it very touching! I do have other ships, though.

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? It's not a WIP that I have posted anywhere but I did start writing a oneshot that I wanted to dedicate to a friend about the relationship between Edward IV and George of Clarence! It did feature a few unexpected people too.

What are your writing strengths? Probably dialogue and themes. It's difficult to say, I pick my writing apart so much when I'm in the process of writing it, once I publish it's very hard for me to go back and confront myself. It all kind of turns into nebulous territory.

What are your writing weaknesses? Many, many things but scene transitions are probably at the top of the list! That's why my story chapters usually all take place in a single scene.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? As a bilingual person I find it important to portray this completely unique experience of mixing two languages as they come (if the character in question is multilingual). It's not a popular view, though I do think people should get more comfortable with not understanding word-by-word everything that ever comes across the page. The strangeness of being confronted with a language that you do not know is a part of a different kind of experience and it can only enrich your reading. Of course, all should be within reasonable limits: information that is essential to the overall story should be in the language the story is set in.

First fandom you wrote for? I think it was Star Wars but I can't remember if I actually published it anywhere. I was very very young lol

Favourite fic you’ve ever written? Blooming has a very dear place in my heart, it was the first fic I actually felt like accomplishing myself in terms of achieving the characterisation I wanted for my characters and creating a narrative that made sense for their development.

I think most people have been tagged already, but I'm tagging @harritudur, @heartofstanding and anyone else who feels like joining in the fun! x

#2024 is the year we leave self-consciousness behind #tag games #fanfiction

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david-talks-sw · 2 years ago

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When a Star Wars writer engages with the material but not the narrative.

I'm writing a long post about the Jedi and the clone troopers and there's a whole section that I had to remove because it was too long:

Karen Traviss' take on the Jedi and the clones.

I already wrote about why Karen Traviss' take on the Jedi and Yoda doesn't track with what George Lucas had established in his narrative of the Prequels. Since then, I've been able to do more research.

It's no secret that one of the reasons Traviss listed for criticizing the Jedi in the Expanded Universe books she wrote is their treatment of the clones (or at least what she understood it to be).

In 2008, she wrote a now-deleted blog post about it (it was really long, so I'm only including the part relevant to my point, if you want the full context you can look it up, this is old stuff).

So if you ask me, in the above quote, Traviss is essentially doing the equivalent of saying:

"Batman is a psycho elitist who beats up the mentally ill and indoctrinates kids, turning them into child soldiers for his unending crazy vigilante war on crime, and if you can't recognize that then you scare the living crap out of me."

Like... you can argue that, and a couple of comics have argued that.

But by and large, the general consensus is that Batman is a superhero, the Robins are his sons and daughter, and the "mentally ill" are in fact the Joker and Two-Face aka mass murderers.

So if you make that argument, that's you applying your real-life values and conclusions to a narrative that deliberately doesn't acknowledge those points, in-universe, in order to tell the story it wants to tell.

It's counting on your suspension of disbelief, defined as "the avoidance—often described as willing—of critical thinking and logic in understanding something that is unreal or impossible in reality, such as something in a work of speculative fiction, in order to believe it for the sake of enjoying its narrative."

The Jedi accepting the clones and the clones being slaves isn't a "delicate point". It's barely a point at all!

It's never addressed in the film (because of course it isn't, the Prequels are about Anakin and the Republic, not the clones).

It's only addressed once by Slick, an unreliable narrator, in The Clone Wars.

That's it. Hell, in 2008, when The Clone Wars writer Henry Gilroy was asked to comment on the relationship between clones and Jedi, he explicitly said he'd "rather not get into" that particular point.

I recently got Mythmaking: Behind the Scenes of 'Attack of the Clones' and nowhere is that detail touched on by Lucas at any point.

Nobody wants to touch on that point with a 10ft pole, because it's not relevant to the story.

So while Traviss acknowledges the Jedi are fictional characters, she doesn't follow that thread through to the end by acknowledging that fictional characters don't have free will, they must abide by the story and the whim of the writer.

She's engaging with the material, but refusing to engage with the narrative. She's having her cake and eating it too.

My reason for saying all this is that in the book Star Wars on Trial, she elaborates on her thought process upon discovering this detail.

Shortly before to this, she acknowledges twice that she knew nothing about Star Wars, beside seeing the original films in her youth.

Another writer who saw the new films and saw Mace Windu argue against there being a war...

... the worry on his face at the prospect of the Jedi being thrown at the Separatists...

... and the sheer melancholy on Yoda's face upon announcing the Clone War had begun...

... might have instead wondered how the Jedi, so opposed to war, could've ended up being generals.

Because while we don't see the Jedi openly protest the use of the clones in the film... they're not exactly giddy about it, either. All they can do is watch powerlessly as it gets voted by the Senate.

"The Jedi are there. But the Jedi aren't really allowed to be involved in the political process. They're there, but they can't suddenly step up and say, "No, no. You can't do that." They have to let the political process go." - George Lucas, Attack of the Clones, Commentary #2, 2002

We also don't see them take on the role of generals, either.

We only see them begrudgingly lead troops on Geonosis, specifically.

But they're not referred to as "generals" yet.

Another writer might have imagined a scene where after Geonosis, Mace Windu talks to Palpatine thinking the Jedi will go back to their roles as diplomats, and that what we saw in Attack of the Clones was a one-time thing to save Obi-Wan, but Palpatine politely goes:

"Ha! No. Didn't you hear? The Senate was so impressed by your performance on Geonosis that they voted to make you all generals in the GAR. Now, get back to the front."

Another writer might've elected to write them having that "big moral debate" she mentions.

Instead, Traviss immediately jumps on the "Jedi are elitists" train.

Because her personal experience with the military makes her sympathize with the clones and her personal belief is that - while the story may frame the Jedi as "the good guys" - nobody is that good a guy, real life people aren't that pure and selfless. There's gotta be something off about them and aHA! That's what it is!

That's her choosing to take that line of thought instead of one more in-line with the story, because she perceives it as unrealistic. But like... Star Wars isn't real life, it's a fairy tale.

That's like saying:

"The hunter in Little Red Riding Hood commits animal cruelty by cutting the Wolf open. He should've let nature take its course, the wolf earned that meal fair and square. If you think the hunter should've saved Red Riding Hood and her Grandma, then clearly you're the kind of monster who thinks one life is worth more than others."

... no?

The story's narrative clearly portrays the wolf as the villain of the tale and frames the Hunter saving Red Riding Hood as a good thing.

Disagreeing with that narrative is absolutely fine, but anybody who acknowledges the wolf is the bad guy in the story isn't automatically an animal hater and/or a bad person. Just because you say "the wolf is the villain" doesn't mean that you think that, in real life, killing wolves for shits and giggles is good.

Conversely, the narrative of the Prequels asks you to suspend your disbelief and not consider the implications that having a clone army entails. Because the use of clones doesn't have a direct impact on either Anakin or the Senate's stories.

Edit: I finished the post this one here originally spun out of!

You can find it here:

#Karen Traviss #clone troopers #jedi order #in defense of the jedi

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starwarsrcanon · 6 months ago

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So uh... why?

Good question.

I really like Star Wars. My dad showed me the trilogies when I was 9 or 10, though for some reason he didn't buy Episode III so I used to insist on it every time we went to Blockbuster, and we happened to have the DVD when they went out of business. I still have it. It wasn't until Episode VII came out that I went back and watched The Clone Wars and Rebels and got properly obsessed, which means that I never really developed an interest in the expanded universe or Legends canon, and given that there's a crying mountain that heals a wounded ewok with its tears, I'm quite pleased about dodging that bullet.

Unfortunately for me, I can't leave well enough alone, and while everyone knows Star Wars is full of holes - the series is marred by dropped plot threads, continuity errors, Episode IX, wonky dialogue, dodgy CGI, weird writing decisions, and Episode IX again - I have the free time, skills (sort of), and bloody-minded inclination to try and fix it. It won't be good, because a lot of Star Wars isn't good, but it will be more consistent.

So uh... how?

Most of this pointless endeavour is a re-editing project. At the time of writing, I've already completed edits of the prequel movies that try (try!) to remove or skirt around their worst flaws. Highlights include removing C3PO from Episodes I and II, restoring deleted scenes (including Padmé's subplot from Episode III), filling in plot holes, and dubbing Jar Jar Binks into Slovenian. It's barely justifiable, but it does make him a lot less annoying. Test audiences describe these edits as 'better, I guess?' and 'a waste of time', and 'why did you show me this?', which I consider to be a rousing success.

Other parts of the series require slightly more work than recutting the movie. Solo, for instance, is a largely unsalvageable waste of film (unless you like it, which is fine!!) that I can't do anything with. Episode IX, likewise. I'll be replacing them wholesale with New Content - I don't quite have the capital to compete with Disney, but I do have a full complement of fingers and more of an imagination than I deserve, so Solo and Episode IX (and let's be reasonable, probably some other stuff) will be getting rewrites.

I still don't understand why

There is absolutely no good reason for any of this. But then, there was no good reason for George Lucas to re-release Episode IV one hundred million times so Greedo could say maclunkey. If that megalomaniacal clown is allowed to mess with everyone's favourite space opera, I don't see why this megalomaniacal clown shouldn't get the chance as well.

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It's Revenge of the Ask time 😘 the crackhead one, you know which one I mean 🤣 I humbly request 6, 10, 11, 12, 17, 22

Oh boy… 🤣 I know you pick some hard ones on purpose since I tortured you with a bunch so let’s see how I do!

6. What is your favorite Star Wars meme?

Like Hayden Christensen I enjoy the Anakin and Padme memes where Anakin says the most unhinged or ridiculous thing and Padme is just praying what he’s saying is a joke and we all know Anakin never jokes.

10. If you could pull a George Lucas and sneak into Disney+ and edit any Star Wars scene, what changes would you make?

I would input Barriss Offee everywhere until Feloni and the gang have no choice but to address her story. Just kidding (slightly), I would input all the deleted Jedi scenes (like the Mirialans tandem fighting) during the Battle of Geonosis in Episode so we can see all the awesome background Jedi fighting instead of exclusively Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Padme mostly.

11. Who would you want as a Jedi Master? (Why)

As much as I love Luminara, Mace, etc, we don’t really get to see them in the teaching role very much so it’s hard to gauge so I would have to go with Obi-Wan on this one. Obi-Wan undergoes through so much pain and trauma in his life yet he always stays in the light and bounces back and as someone whose also had a pretty traumatic life I would benefit immensely from a Jedi Master who could completely get me and guide me on the right path. Not to mention he’s incredibly kind, noble, smart, patient, and witty which are traits I greatly admire in someone.

12. What lightsaber form would you master?

Form 3 Soresu which is the lightsaber my most favorite characters in Star Wars use and I’d be living that Jedi truth of only drawing my lightsaber in defense and not attack so that would be my preferred fighting stance.

17. Pick one Star Wars line to describe your life, what would it be?

“It takes strength to embrace the Dark Side. Only the weak embrace it.”

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

Again I’ve had a very traumatic and depressing life pre-marriage that I still struggle with to this day and possibly for the rest of my life and there have been many times where just being a bad person or unaliving myself were very tempting options for me, but time and time again I chose to resist it as hard as it has been. So Obi-WAN’s quote to Maul here resonates deeply with me. It does take strength to confront your pain and challenges head on and stay in the light because it is so much easier to not be.

22. Ask your own slightly unhinged question here! The question I was given; which two characters would fight each other to the death only to end up in the most intense lovemaking?

Cal Kestis and Trilla Sunduri for sure and if you’ve played the game or seen the Fallen Order cut scenes then you would definitely know why this doesn’t need further explaining.

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Chapter 50 - Derailed. Episode 3.

‼️‼️ Attention‼️‼️ I have deleted a large chunk of chapter, cause as much as I love challenging myself as a writer, even I couldn't stomach reading through the part that's now deleted. In short, it was a very graphic sex scene, I felt was way over the line. It involved sex between Andy and his uncle, dad, and a couple other people, which wasn't per say the problem, though I don't condone such things in reality, however, I just, I dunno, it's usually challenging to write these things, but for whatever reason I simply couldn't stomach it right now, so it's gone. However, I felt the need to mention that this orgy has happened, cause it might be mentioned at some point further on, or something similar might happen again. So yeah, now it's out there, and it's still as much as I cringe, canon that this has happened, I just don't see any reason for the details to be out there. And yes it was consenting and such. Let's leave it at that and continue. Thank you. -------Daniel's point of view-------

Daniel: So there you are! I sat down on the bar stool next to Robert and nodded at the bartender 2 Vodkas, please!

Robert: He grunted and sipped his glass of whatever it was he was having

Daniel: So why did you leave so fast? You can't say you didn't want a piece, I saw your hard-on as you made your escape

Robert: He frowned and grabbed the Vodka as the bartender served us Can we not talk about that here?

Daniel: I spun around on the chair There's hardly anyone here Robbie… come on, give a boy a little something so I didn't leave the ass-buffet for nothing… I'm pretty sure I could even have fucked Lenny tonight I grinned at him cheeky

Robert: The bar is crowded Daniel. Could you lower your voice? He grunted dissatisfied and sipped his glass. I probably shouldn't let him drink more, as he had clearly already had more than enough. Buuut I needed to plant my dick somewhere else, and the room was mostly filled with people past 60… not the sexy kind like George. And judging by the half boner Rob still had going under the table, he was ready for cooking, if I just played my cards right.

Daniel: So why did you leave? I sipped my Vodka slowly, observing him with a soft casual smile

Robert: I couldn't stay.

Daniel: Why? It could have been fun.

Robert: Yes, that's what I'm afraid of.

Daniel: I looked at him questioning

Robert: Now listen, if I had done anything, with Andy… which I was about to… I'm afraid I would have ruined things with Evan for good. There's a lot he can forgive me for. But this is not one of those things.

Daniel: How can you be so sure?

Robert: I know my son.

Daniel: Okay, you win this round Robert. I sipped my Vodka again, and smiled at him friendly So you went straight here.. to this dirty hell house? Where did you even find this joint? I looked around the bar, dusty shelves, smoke stained walls, the air was so thick you could almost cut it with a knife. The floors looked and felt like they hadn't been cleaned for years, and the bowl with peanuts standing in front of us looked like it had been standing there the past decade.

Robert: It was the first place with booze I happened to pass by.

Daniel: So you walked all the way down here? Must have taken you an hour or so?

Robert: Just about yeah… A bit longer… I stopped a couple of times to jerk off in the dark. It sounded so casually when he said it… either this motherfucker was a real dirty dog just waiting to be unleashed, or he was more drunk than I first assumed, and just very good at hiding it. Sure his speech was slurry in it, but beside that he looked fine to me.

Daniel: So you left a trail of cum for me to follow?

Robert: I guess? Too bad there's too much snow for you to see any of it he chuckled softly and sipped his Vodka

Daniel: I guess that's the closest I will get to an actual invitation? Well, I found you anyway Robbie-Boy… so what do you say we head home and hit the sack?

Robert: Yeah, I could really need to rest my eyes right about now.

Daniel: Bummer! There went my chance!

Robert: I'll just go find the bathroom and take a wizz… if I'm not back in two minutes…

Daniel: Yeah yeah I sipped my Vodka, and grunted dissatisfied as I watched him head towards the toilets. Hmm… there goes that ass-fucking! What a pity! It does really look like Robbie still has a nice firm ass even if he is slightly older than Andy's parents… And slightly on the overweight side. Without being chubby… not that I don't like chubby… I fucking fab madly at the thought of chubby… but chubby past 55 rarely stays firm in the skin… not that I'm picky, but I do have standards… sometimes. I looked at my glass and swallowed the last mouthful. Hmm… when did he leave? Definitely way past two minutes ago. Right? I got up, made my way to the toilet, which surprisingly enough wasn't half as filthy as the rest of the bar. I took a look around. No sign of him by the piss stalls… so he must be inside one of the toilet stalls, I guess? One of them was closed, the other one open. Robbieee? You in here Rob? As there were no answer, I decided to investigate, heading quickly towards the open stall. After all it was easy enough to just jump up on the toilet and look over the stall wall, they were pretty low anyway, so it wouldn't be a problem to look over and check if he had fallen asleep. WOAH WOAH WOAH MAN!!! As I entered the stall, a dick was pressed through a glory hole in the wall… surprise surprise Robbie. I did not expect that from you! Roooob… is that you wanting to say hello? I grabbed his dick and gave it a quick wank. Yep, that moan was definitely Rob! Are you sure about this? I started rubbing his dick more firmly Rooooob?

Robert: Daniel? Are you in here?

Daniel: Wait… hold on! I let go of the dick quickly. If Robert was out there… who was in there??!! I quickly ran out of the stall, and pushed the door open of the other stall, not believing my eyes! Danny?!

Robert: Oh there you are!

Daniel: What the hell man?! What the fuck are you doing here?!

Robert: Listen I called a cab… oh…

Daniel: I observed Danny as he quickly zipped his pants and fumbled to tighten his belt Are you fucking gay?!

Danny: No, it… it's not what it looks like!

Daniel: It's exactly what it looks like you lying piece of shit!! So why are you even here you fucking stalker?!? You just drag Sparkle around, filling her with stories of how wonderful you are, perfect gentleman and shit! What the fuck do you even want from her when you're clearly into glory holes and other dudes sucking your dick?!

Danny: No no! You got it all wrong, please let me explain!

Daniel: Shit! Fucking explain this! I hit him straight in his face, watching him fall down on the dirty toilet as he went out cold And stay away from my girl!!!

Robert: He grabbed my arm strongly before I could get to throw in a second punch Daniel! We gotta get out of here! DANIEL!!

Daniel: Fuck!!! I bend forwards, pressing two fingers against his neck

Robert: Did you?!?!

Daniel: Nah… he's not THAT lucky!

Robert: What?!?!

Daniel: I grabbed his shoulders tight Robert! He has a pulse! Let's go!

Robert: But… are you sure? You're so strong!

Daniel: I chuckled hoarse Thank you for noticing Rob… now, let's get going before the police arrives… Rob?… Rooob? Robert fucking Thompson! If you don't pull it together right now I'm gonna kiss you!

Robert: Wha-bwu?

Daniel: Fine! I pressed my lips tight against his, grabbing his back head, pushing him closer, but only for a second or two, then I pulled away, observing his surprised face Good… glad you're with me again, now let's get going, I can hear the sirens!

Robert: His eyes widened as he suddenly got it all Oh shit!

Daniel: Now we're on same page! I chuckled hoarse, grabbed his hand and dragged him after me as we ran out the bar, catching swear words from the bartender as we burst through the front door and out on the snow-filled night street. I slipped, but Robert quickly supported me before I fell, quickly dragging me into the cab. About 10 minutes later we walked through the front door of my house, laughing loudly at the fact that we had gotten away with it, we had run from the police, and gotten away with it. We made it upstairs, half running, half crawling as we were laughing so hard it was almost impossible to stay on our feet. You want anything to drink? I pointed at the bar as I made my way to the fridge

Robert: No, I-I'm good…

Daniel: I frowned a bit as I noticed him acting weird Relax… that piece of shit is not gonna rad on us. He wont dare! Sparks will fucking rip his gay ass balls off by the root, if he throws the police on my neck. He doesn't have the guts to pull anything like that. So chill will you? I opened a beer, sipping about a quarter of it, then placed it on the kitchen counter. I started laughing softly once again at the thought of what we had just accomplished, and as I started laughing harder, I leaned my upper body over the counter, laughing so much my whole body was vibrating, and I felt it hard to breathe. And then I felt something else hard, pushing against my ass. I made a move to get up, but then he spoke up

Robert: Stay down, and tell me what to do… how do I do this?

Daniel: I bit my lip and moaned softly Pull my pants down, Rob…

Robert: As he did as I said, I looked backwards surprised, just to become even more surprised when I saw his dick already out of his pants and rock hard What more?

Daniel: I moaned softly, and faced the kitchen counter again Lick your palm, make sure it gets really wet, then rub it all over your dick.

Robert: He moaned softly, which told me he did as I said

Daniel: Now, fuck me…

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Robert: I felt him press against my hole gently

Daniel: Harder Robbie! This aint a pussy. If you want to get inside this year you gotta work for it.

Robert: I felt him push harder, and few seconds later he glided inside

Daniel: Good boy. Now, grab my hips and get it all out. All those years you were left to starve. Get it all out! I can can handle it.

Robert: He hesitated few seconds, and I was just about to lose my patience but then something came up in him, and he started fucking me like a mad man! Slapping my ass, pounding me violently, moaning and grunting like it was his first time ever, and he couldn't believe he had discovered sex!

Daniel: Yes! That's what I'm talking about! get it all out!

Robert: He fucked me like that a couple of minutes, then he suddenly pulled out and looked a bit hesitating

Daniel: I stood up slowly, pulling my dick a few times Rob… what's up? You're not chickening out now, are you?

Robert: No he shook his head gently

Daniel: So what is it then?

Robert: He frowned deep

Daniel: I grabbed my beer and handed it to him drink!

Robert: He pressed the beer against his lips and drank about half

Daniel: Good… now, tell me?

Robert: No, I think it's better if I

Daniel: Look, I'm about as dirty as it gets… and since you just fucked me in all the right ways, and weren't too shy to do that, I assume this must be about something you want to ask? Am I correct?

Robert: He nodded softly

Daniel: Good. No matter what it is, I will never judge you. You can ask anything freely, and I will not judge or tell it to anyone. Unless you want me to.

Robert: He sighed deeply I'm not really the shy type, so it's not that I'm worried someone would hear… it's just… a little bit hard to get the words out.

Daniel: Well, whatever it is, take your time… I'll just touch myself while I wait I moaned soft as I returned to pulling my dick, noticing his hungry eyes travel all over my body

Robert: That… urine thing you… talked with… you know…

Daniel: First off, it's called a golden shower

Robert: What is?

Daniel: When you piss on someone else sexually.

Robert: Do you have to drink it?

Daniel: Nope, not at all Rob-Rob. You can taste it and spit it out. Also, it never needs to go anywhere near your face. Andy just likes being dominated and sometimes used as a doormat… to a certain degree, there's always fine lines with these sort of things. You can just be pissed anywhere on your body, or even inside you, if that's what you would like.

Robert: Have you ever tried that?

Daniel: Rob, I have tried pretty much everything you can possibly come up with, at least once.

Robert: So if I could come up with something you hadn't done… you would do it?

Daniel: Sure… give me your best.

Robert: He thought a couple of seconds

Daniel: Anything Rob… whatever comes to your mind first…

Robert: Have you ever tried…. standing upside down, with your head down the toilet, and a banana in your ass, while someone blows you?

Daniel: I chuckled hoarse How the fuck did you come up with that?

Robert: Have you?

Daniel: Nope, can't say I have. But the real question here is, would you blow me?

Rob: Pokerface

Daniel: Alright… follow me to the bathroom! I quickly opened the fridge No bananas… hmm would carrot do?

Rob: Pokerface

Daniel: Mkay you perv! I grabbed the biggest carrot I could find in the bag, and chuckled hoarse as I marched to the bathroom with Robert right behind me. A minute later, I was standing upside down, with my head down the toilet, nose above water so I could breathe, carrot half in my asshole, Robert blowing me real nice while holding my legs. This was one of the strangest things I had ever tried. But I kinda liked the feeling. Don't tell me you're surprised.

Rob: About two minutes later he let go of me, and as I got my head out of the toilet, quickly drying most of the water off, he was already on all 4 on the floor, sticking his ass almost up my face

Dan: What now? What do you want now?

Rob: Call me a perv again while you piss me in my hole!

Dan: Was this fucking serious??

Rob: And then he started moaning as I noticed he was fucking wanking himself off. I guess he was fucking serious! Good thing our water sports had actually filled my bladder!

Dan: I grinned wide as I got on my knees, reaching for a small drawer about a meter away from me, grabbing a bottle of lube. I rubbed a lot on my dick, and a lot on his hole You sure you fucking perv?

Rob: Yes. He nodded firmly

Dan: Alright. I slipped two fingers inside him, gently opening him, and as he was open enough to slide my head in, I did. I took a deep breath and released, my urine slowly floating

Rob: He moaned deep as he felt himself getting filled with the warm liquid

Dan: You like it you perv?

Rob: Oh yes… very much!

Dan: Ahh almost done. When I pull out, you have to close your muscle and keep it in. Is that understood?

Rob: Is that the normal process?

Dan: No Rob, that's our process.

Rob: He nodded firmly

Dan: I squeezed a bit, making sure to get every last drop out, then pulled out quickly Tighten up now!

Rob: He did as I said, and I quickly planted a hand on his upper back, pushing him down on the cold bathroom floor, so his ass remained raised. He moaned deeply as he felt my fluids move around inside him

Dan: Alright, stay like that. I don't want a messy floor, so I'll just dry the few drops I spilled, and we take this to the shower. Lay still you perv.

Rob: He moaned deep as I called him perv, and staid down as had instructed him.

Dan: I turned on the tab in the shower and whistled softly Why don't you come up here? Keep it tight Rob or you will mess up the floors. Good luck explaining that one to Evan next time he drops by for cleaning.

Rob: He moaned softly and got up, but already on second step towards me, his muscles let go, and my urine was splattering down on the floor, running down his legs

Daniel: I shook my head and chuckled hoarse Well you sure mastered how to fuck up an entire bathroom floor in less than 3 seconds! Look at what you did, you filthy pig!

Rob: I watched him moan deep, and then, right before my eyes, he came. Hands free and all. Not even touching himself. Man that boy was starved to death! No wonder his wife was so angry with that lack of sex! I should do them both the favor and fuck them both! Hm.. interesting idea! But for tonight, I would have to start with Robert.

Dan: So where do you want it you pig?

Rob: He looked at me confused

Dan: Where do you want me to fuck you?

Rob: His face changed from confused to dirty pig in less than a second

Dan: Ahh… good choice! I grinned wide, walked towards him, grabbed him and lifted him to Evan's bed where we fucked each other for an hour straight.

------Congo's point of view--------

Congo: I moaned softly as I opened my eyes

Evan: Heyyy… there you are, finally. He smiled at me warmly. He was sitting in the bed next to me, and quickly reached towards the table, grabbing something from a big plastic bucket. Before I could get to ask any questions, he pressed it against my forehead, and I felt ice melt on my skin, running down my temples

Congo: I chuckled hoarse It was my back head I hit silly

Evan: Yes… at first he smiled almost apologizing I thought you would be out for a minute tops, so I kinda just kept going on till I came. And actually you came too. He blushed lightly, it was easy to see even if the light was dimmed So… there was cum everywhere, and when I couldn't get any contact to you, I tried dragging you to bed. But you're kinda heavy… and.. you sorta slipped. So you bumped your head pretty hard against the coffee table. He looked at me apologizing and wrinkled his forehead I'm sorry. Are you in pain?

Congo: I chuckled warmly You managed to drag me all the way over here?

Evan: Well, it wasn't a success, really.

Congo: I smiled softly I would say it was a pretty success as you managed to get me to bed.

Evan: Oh no… I didn't… uh… I was kinda worried when you didn't wake up… and when bumping your head on the table didn't help either, I called for Akin. Turned out he was in the garden all along. Also turned out him and Gaby put some herb in our dinner, which made us all act like rabbits…. rabbits with rabies… he chuckled softly and shook his head So Akin assumed it might end up in need for a doctor at some point, so he decided to hang around. He helped me get you up here, and did a quick check up on you. Turns out you're pregnant too!

Congo: My eyes got huge and my heart started pounding

Evan: He shook his head and chuckled softly No… but you did sorta also sprain your left wrist… so no work for a week.

Congo: So you ruined not only my head, but also my wrist?

Evan: Yeah… appears so?

Congo: So… no work for a week?

Evan: He nodded softly I'm very sorry… you're not in any pain, are you?

Congo: Hmm… as a matter of fact I am…

Evan: I can get more ice cubes! I had this whole bucket full, but most of them melted by now… you were down almost 2 hours.

Congo: It's okay sweetheart… just grab one of the half melted ones… it will do fine.

Evan: He quickly stuck his hand back in the bucket dragging a small ice cube out Where does it hurt the most?

Congo: Right here I tabbed my left breast and smiled cheeky

Evan: Ohhh he chuckled softly naughty you he stuck the ice cube between his front teeth and bend down, circling it around my nipple slowly.

Congo: I could feel the ice cube melt on my skin, making it wet. The drops run down my side slowly, making me sigh from the cold tickling feeling God you're perfect!

Evan: He chuckled softly and swallowed the last tiny piece of ice cube as he sat up straight I'm not perfect… I knocked you out, twice… and sprained your hand along the way…. I'm far from perfect in fact…

Congo: I smiled lovingly When something, or someone is perfect, it's not because it's flawless, but because you wouldn't want to change it in any way.

Evan: He blushed gently and disappeared under the blanket, soon I could feel his tongue on my growing boner.

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