#it is not becoming for the Queen to admit that 😤
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Melon. Consider this.
(Nightmare will yet again pretend to not be into this(he should put them tongues to use))
#Melon gimme ur fav Poly ship for.... reasons#I need to calm down(my fingers are cold)#submitted#NOT melons art#sunnymainecoon#the mtt awakened the monster fucker in frozen!nm 😭#but ya no. this is canon now. the mtt have monster tongues now. all because of sunny. blame sunny. not me y'all#WAIT I JUST READ THAT#SUNNY!!!!!#you're right but we do not talk about that#it is not becoming for the Queen to admit that 😤#Sunny. my fav poly ship is the bad sanses (w/ cross). i don't think you want to do what you were thinking tho. cause that's a lot of ppl 😭#frozen!nightmare#frozen!au#dreamtale frozen au#frozen au#dustmare#dust x nightmare#sanscest
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I’ll always be outraged by those who dehumanized you queen as equally as I’m glad that you’re doing better cause you deserve better sweetie
I guess with this I’m #Happyandoutraged
Watching people backpedal in response to this leaked audio of tory & kelsey’s call making my blood boil cause y’all really put meg through all that for nothing. Y’all had more than enough evidence.
Y’all can go to hell for your disgusting dickriding
Drake can go to hell for that disgusting and corny line calling her a liar and he can take his bbl and tummy tuck with him
Joe budden can go to hell for disrespecting her
Zach Campbell can go to hell for spreading lies
Mariah the scientist can go to hell for being such a pick me biiich
Dababy can go to hell for collaborating with him in a song that Nobody listened
Jack harlow can go to hell by association because he collaborated with him and dababy(ironically his remix of what’s poppin is lames biggest hit at least according to billboard charts. So the motive for the infamous shooting is basically summed up as toxic masculinity and fragile ego , that leprechauns can’t handle the fact that a black female rapper had more success and Grammys than he does and when she said that his music is wack) and this hurts because i like the guy
Iggy azealia can go to hell for collaborating with him
Lebron James can go to hell for listening to his music and praising it(and he’s got a black wife and daughters and sons Smgdfh, he should be lucky to have his family though he’s slutting himself out for a bald head degenerate)
Dj akademiks can go to the 7th circle of hell for spreading lies and because he’s an ugly looking honey bun
50 cent can swim in the lake of fire because he mocked her trauma twice and he’s only sorry now because he heard the audio of him admitting to it.
The bloggers can go to Dante’s inferno because while two white women were telling the real information about the trial as real journalists should be doing, these gossip girls were d!ck munching a midget who was an abuser and violent degenerate. What does that say about black media when I’m praising white women for doing their jobs? Black bloggers who are professionals and ethical, be ashamed and outraged of your anti black and anti black women counterparts lack of respect, ethics and professionalism
I don’t gaf if they back pedal or apologize. They had two years to do the right thing and they chose evil. It’s too late. There’s lashings and a$$ whoopings for them arssholes who’s necks and a$$ my feet are stomping on and biiiches it’s here to stay!
You can’t have degenerate d!ck familiarity and then when you learn that he’s the bastard everyone else knew he was take it back, it’s too late, you choose this. You were willingly selling your soul, your dignity, your humanity, and your sense of judgment to be a groupie for someone who is a coward at the expense to retraumatize a black woman for years. Have you learned anything from what happened with r Kelly and Ian walkins ? Yeah clearly not! I heard the stories, I get mad with rage when I think about it and feel sick. Parents and enablers were so star struck with their idols despite they’re open pedophiles That they would literally let their children be raped by these monsters who deserve far worse than a long prison sentence ijs.
toxic fandoms are a problem in society and social media and clearly that leprechauns fan base is not the exception. One of his fans said that he’s our modern emmitt till. 🤬🙄😤Harriet Tubman should have capped those fans ancestors. George bush, your no child left behind policy sucks because some children should have been left behind in school.
Let this be a lesson for anyone. Believe survivors of abuse until it’s backwards, don’t trust or protect anybody, never be so willing to worship a famous person that if they become problematic you’re willing to lose your self respect and black women deserve better
We love you
@theestallion
. We know you’ve been through hell and back and we hope you’re surrounded by love and support. Now, you have peace. ✨
#HelloBeautiful #MeganTheeStallion
📸: Getty
#Instagram#megan thee stallion#I’m not sad for her#I’m outraged#cyarskaren52#Apr 21#I’m just glad she’s in a better place now#As always a loud and sincere fuck you to everyone who has doubted her and supported that Canadian cuntery who must not be named#Those people can speak for themselves they know who they are#And they can go straight to hell#They will pay for their crimes#for sucking that abusers meat#She went through unnecessary trauma for two years#That’s unforgivable#Next level fuckery#That that type of ish that would lead to an episode of snapped or deadly women#once again#🖕🏿daystar Peterson#annnnn boom#just like that#may all who come against black women rot#mine#View post#Don’t fuck with black women#If you can’t love them then at least don’t harm them#can’t wait to see that sociopath locked up on August 7th.#can’t wait to see that sociopath locked up on august 7th#That’s a sociopath.#To hell with him.#To hell with everyone dehumanize meg.
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♡ Bran Stark Having a Crush on You Includes... ♡
��️ GIF NOT MINE, CREDITS TO OWNER / I DO NOT TAKE REQUESTS FOR GOT ⚠️
• The day he realised he had growing feelings for you, it would've taken him some time to admit it to himself. He'd often deny it to himself and to anyone who teased him about it.
• Eventually he just gave up and stopped struggling with the way he felt towards you, making it as obvious as possible :) but you're just OBLIVIOUS
• Often getting distracted with you when he's studying, meaning he gets scolded by Maester Luwin (also, getting his hand hit with the Maester's stick while he tells Bran to focus!)
• Him trying to impress you with his archery skills, but almost always failing to hit the target.
• ^ You still cheer him by clapping and telling him that he'll become better at it with the passing of time <33
• However, when he does hit the target, you'll cheer him by giving him a little peck on his cheek.
• His older brothers won't stop teasing him about it, and he'll become a blushing mess not for the rest of the day, but rather, for the rest of the week.
• The mutual crushing is OBVIOUS to literally your and his family (and by anybody who knows you two, actually), but you just CAN'T SEE IT 😤
• When he was a young boy, he was definitely the jealous type: always shooing away the other boys who tried to flirt with you.
• Climbing together, all the time. Which definitely earned you some scolding from your mums, but it's always worth it.
• If you don't know how to climb (or are rather nervous about it), don't worry; he'll offer you his hand so you can give it a tight grip in case you fall, and of course, he'll teach you how to properly climb.
• When he fell from the Tower, he felt kind of reassured to see you by his side, tightly holding his hand and waiting for him to wake up from his coma. He did feel a bit ashamed of his now non-functional legs, but you comforted him by telling him that you were always going to stick by his side and love him no matter the situation, or whatever happened.
• Horse riding together <3 Often blushing a lot when he feels your arms wrapped around him.
• Him being extremely observant when it comes to your likes and dislikes, only so he can surprise you with little gifts. (e.x: if your favourite flowers are lillies, he'll often bring a bunch of lillies to you and would tuck one right behind your ear and compliment you a ton ahh–!!)
• Bran becoming a blushing mess when you teasingly but lovingly refer to him as your "knight in shining armour" <3
• He'd be constantly battling with himself regarding the way he feels towards you. As years passes by, and every second he spends it with you, he grows fonder and his love for you only keeps growing – but it can take him ages for him to confess to you.
• It takes him a long time to do so only because deep down inside, he's afraid of being rejected & losing your friendship 🤧
• The day he (finally) confessed his feelings for you, was the same day he was named King of the Seven Kingdoms. Yeah, that's how long it took him to confess. 🙃
• Once you return his feelings and tell him you've also loved him since childhood + give him a gentle kiss on his lips, he'd be literally?? confused??? Why would you love someone like him?
• He mentally prepared himself for rejection, and he had a whole speech already if you didn't return back his more-than-friends type of love; but that was an unexpected, yet sweet and happy twist.
• After you confessed to each other, you'd literally shower each other with love & hugs & cuddles!!! (and he'd pull you on top of his lap as well–)
• Be prepared to be immersed in love & pure admiration by your now sweet boyfriend <3
• AND HE NOW REFERS TO YOU AS HIS "QUEEN" 🥺🥺🤧🤧❤❤
#game of thrones x reader#game of throne imagines#game of thrones headcanons#got x reader#got imagine#got headcanons#bran stark x reader#bran stark imagines#bran stark imagine#bran stark headcanons#brandon stark x reader#brandon stark imagines#brandon stark imagine#having a crush on you includes#Brandon stark headcanons#dating headcanons#fluff headcanons
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Helloo! Seeing these bnha-twst asks gave me a random thought so can I request how would the dorm leaders in twisted wonderland react to an mc that's like Mitsuri from demon slayer? The way she acts, way she wears, and like her super strength and stuff hehe
Dorm Leaders with KNY Mitsuri-like! MC
Headers’ art via Twisted Wonderland Official Game {edit by me}
{Scenarios/Headcanons}
Female! MC
Note// I’ll stop accepting anime character! Reader requests as I have other plans, sorry :’3
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I can imagine Riddle acting stern towards you in the first impression, by how indecent you look with the way you wear your uniform-(I’m sorry-)
He slowly learns how strong, kind, and passionate you actually are than you seem- and eventually starts to become more respectful with you.
Riddle discovers that he likes to see you practice your sword fighting from afar very often-
Your sword is strange, yet you made it look so graceful and professional when using it in his opinion,,,,-
Gets extremely red whenever you embrace him- (making you get concerned if he’s angry or having a fever-)
Would politely and gently offer to buy you another uniform but with the proper size, pretty much concerned if the uniform you’re wearing is uncomfortable for you ,,,-(also internally questioning who the heck tailored you the uniform so improperly-)
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He already knew since the beginning, that women can be stronger and fearful than men-
And you are literally the living example-
Pretty much threatening everyone in Savanaclaw to respect you whenever you visit the dorm-
Always maintains eye-contact with you, ignoring the boob window like a pro- (drinking respect women juice)
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He won’t publicly admit it, but he freaking loves the Sakura mochis you make-
You somehow have the privilege of him serving you Monstro Lounge’s menu dishes with nice discounts,,,,
Watching you eat the meals with a very bright smile makes him melt and desire to see you smile more,,,-
Oops, since when did you ordered 5 more dishes for your table-???
Bonus points for Azul assuring you that the extra dishes are on the house,,, 😤
Doesn’t like to get fat, but regrettably likes junk food- As you encouraging him to eat junk food with you sometimes alters his weight balance of diet decisions-
Also bonus points of you encouraging him to exercise with you-
Y/N// Azul, let’s have lunch together,,,!
Azul taking out the bento you made for him this morning without hesitating// Yes, honey-
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When you and Kalim are in the same luxurious room, your vibes will always be “everyday is a party”-
AKA lots of food, music, and dancing,,,-
But mostly him dancing as you eat handfuls of yummy food,,,, 🤭
You both are just pretty wholesome,,, Kalim likes to be pretty affectionate with you and even worship you like a queen-
Likes to place his hands on your cheeks for some reason, squish squish,,, 🥺
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Picks up the habit of styling your pink hair daily-
Pretty much wouldn’t approve the massive amount of food you eat and other traits you have that ladies don’t usually have- So he definitely oppressed you to limit that before his overblot- 😔
Starts hiring a more proper, personal tailor for you from now on- (and also firing your tailor, he won’t accept protests from you, sorry dear-)
After his overblot, he learns that your traits are actually a gift(and that you surprisingly don’t get fat when eating a lot since you also train a lot-), so he then reassures you to be yourself instead,,,-
Loves to spoil you by dolling you up, buying you dresses that you may love to wear for outings, events, and your dates with him-
Often tries to button up your shirt out of concern, and then gets frustrated at how the buttons keep popping out from your shirt in the process- 😅
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SJJSJJDJJSSJW??!!
Pretty much sobbing how kawaii and pretty you are-
Big simp.
That’s it, you will be his Persephone-
But.
How to talk to a pretty lady like you, if he shy??? 😔😭😫
POOR BOY, IT’S FUNNY IF HE DOES FREQUENTLY TURN PINK WHENEVER SEEING YOU- IT’S LIKE COPYING YOUR HAIR COLOR TO MATCH- (Which can make you think Idia is just trying to match with you so you find it cute nonetheless-)
Sorry, Idia reminds me of Obanai for some reason ngl-
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Admires you.
Likes to watch you eat, even loves spoiling you with special banquets-
Pretty much a himbo who is in love with a wholesome girlboss-
Malleus will always try to protect you and carrying you away from Lilia who seems to have discovered that you like eating(effect: Lilia trying to make you taste his cooking-)
Scolds Sebek if he ever disrespects you with his loud, harsh tone- (Sweet people like you do not deserve to be yelled at,,,-)
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{BONUS} What if the dorm leaders learn that Mitsuri-Like! MC loves in a man who can excel her in strength, since she wants to have someone who can protect her? note// this is just a “what if” don’t take it seriously-;;; 😅}
Determined to be stronger for MC and win over her heart
Riddle, KALIM
Usually doesn’t want to put a lot of effort on something, he will nonetheless be determined to become a more capable man for you
Leona
Knows his physical limits, but he benefits by using his brain to protect MC from harm
Vil, Riddle, AZUL
Already insecured that he’s not strong enough to meet MC’s love standards
Azul, IDIA
“I’m your type.”
MALLEUS (LOL-)
#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#twst headcanons#twst x reader#twst wonderland#twst scenarios#twst dorm leaders#riddle rosehearts x reader#twisted wonderland riddle#riddle rosehearts#twst leona#leona kingscholar x you#leona kingscholar x reader#leona kingscholar#azul ashengrotto#azul ashengrotto x reader#twisted wonderland azul#kalim al asim x reader#twst kalim#kalim al asim#vil shoenheit x reader#twisted wonderland vil#vil schoenheit#idia shroud x reader#twisted wonderland idia#idia shroud#malleus draconia x reader#malleus draconia#twisted wonderland malleus
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A Week (or two) in the Life of musician!reader via Social Media
Author’s Note: Audrey Nuna, who I was planning on having as the face claim for this story, doesn’t have too many photos to use so I used 1 (one) Mitski photo. EDIT June 28: I am currently debating on switching the FC to Sarah Kinsley
EDIT June 26: your/bff is going to go by Auden, her IG user is auden.png apologize if this upsets or irritates readers. It’s just way easier for me to keep track of comments and more importantly characters in the full chapters.
Part of THIS series
Post 1 location: NYU Steinhardt School of Culture, Education, and Human Development
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areyoulistening working hard or hardly working? New music is in the works!!
user1 stop this makes me so happy
user2 ALREADY?? it’s only been a couple weeks
↳ user3 that’s what I’m saying 😭 this girl needs to slow down
↳ areyoulistening the grind never stops 😩
gracieabrams bitch, you better be joking
↳ areyoulistening i never joke
auden.png Is this why you’re always in the studio?
↳ areyoulistening no, i just enjoy the ambiance... yes it’s why i’m always there
↳ auden.png I often wonder why I’m still friends with you
Post 2 location: Paris, France
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areyoulistening feelin like a chic french artist writing their music in the park. oui, oui, bitches. 🥖 🇫🇷 👩🏻🎨 edit: i’m not actually in paris. you guys should know by now that i’m almost never where my location says i am 😩
auden.png more like a babushka
↳ areyoulistening why do you always come for my throat like this? i thought we were friends
fan4 I swear I just saw her in NYC today
fan6 OMG! I live in Paris
↳ areyoulistening oh no, i’m not actually in Paris. i’m so sorry for the confusion!
Post 3 location: Cheeto Headquarters, Texas
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areyoulistening a couple days ago i said that the grind never stops, but it stops for food. fuel your body!! 🤧😤 so here’s a self timed photo of me eating flamin hot cheetos because my shorts match said snack.
fan4 We love a Queen who cares for her fans 👸🏻
fan2 can you start doing the ‘eat with me’ tiktoks again? i loved those 🥹
↳ areyoulistening of course! i wasn’t sure if people were super interested in them but i can definitely do at least one this week 😌
user7 what an icon. matching her shorts to her snacks
↳ areyoulistening why they didn’t invite me to the MET Gala is beyond me 🙄
auden.png gosh, you embarrass me sometimes
↳ areyoulistening you say that like you weren’t with me when i took the photo
Post 4 location: Madison Square Garden
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areyoulistening i was fortunate enough to play a little ditty or two at madison square garden... kidding, i played at “Baby’s All Right” in Brooklyn. thank you to all of my friends, family, and fans (!!) who came out to support me!
harryfan1 stfu did Harry styles just like this post??
↳ harryfan5 but he’s not even following her
mamaL/N So proud of you!!
↳ areyoulistening i love you so much, thank you for being my biggest supporter 🤍
fan7 we stan a legend!
auden.png I really hate to admit it, but you’re pretty cool
fan8 I cried during your set
↳ areyoulistening oh no! why 😥
↳ fan8 omg!! nothing bad. your music just means so much to me and i’m so thankful that i got to see you live. especially before you become huge
↳ areyoulistening you stop it right now 😡 or else you’re going to make ME cry
#Harry Styles#harry styles x reader#harry styles imagines#harry styles smau#harry’s house#harry styles fanfic#Harry styles fluff#Harry styles x musician!reader#Harry styles x student!reader#Harry styles x you#harry x band member!#harry styles x oc#harry styles fake instagram
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My King/Alber head cannons
Author's note: a lot of this might be me displacing a lot of my trauma from my own abduction and abuse. So sorry?
Sfw
King comes off as cool and aloof, but he's not
He's just social awkward, sucks at social ques, and is quiet from having spent the majority of his formative years being tortured.
Also if he has something medical wrong, good luck getting him to a doctor.
He has an adversion to anything involving medicine, unless you're his doctor and he really trusts you and you communicate what you're doing the entire time.
King is the king of commitment issues
Your relationship will pretty much be plutonic for YEARS before he opens up to you about anything.
He also has the emotional intelligence of a tea spoon, be patient with him
The first thing King did when he got out of punk hazard was start looking for his parents. All he found was his father's necklace, which he keeps on him. But he still looks for them every chance he gets.
King falls in love easily, but for the right people and rarely
He's an gray-aromantic pansexual kuudere
King is attracted to soft hearted sweet people, but he also likes his s/o to be chubby or muscular, he likes the squish.
If you show him anything even resembling tenderness or understanding, you will pretty much have King's attention.
King is a jealous man, he doesn't like sharing and he's low-key afraid you'll leave him.
He'll push you away if he's afraid you'll leave, because you can't hurt him if he leaves first.
Be patient and give him space, but show him you're still there for him.
Once you have his trust and he has accepted you aren't going to leave him or hurt him he'll become very clingy. You become as important to him as Kaido.
He loves head pats, but is loathed to admit it.
Now I don't think King would want kids, I think he'd be too afraid of them having to suffer the same fate he did. He also doesn't think a pirate crew is a good place to raise a child.
Also he's the type to hold a child at arm's length because they're smelly, wriggly, loud, and he doesn't know what to do with them. They're so small and fragile and he's ... The opposite
Pets and plants are okay though
He was and is Yamoto's babysitter
King likes music, he just hates Queen's
King is actually very romantic, and he likes doing stuff for you.
Will eventually ask you to call him Alber in private, but don't call him Al or he will eat you and not in the fun way.
If you are smaller than him he will carry you around in his pockets.
He has an entire wing of Kaido's palace to himself, no one but a select few are allowed there. You live there with him, and king wears casual clothes there.
King in gray sweat pants, fluffy socks, a t-shirt, and a cardigan 🤤😩😤🥺😍
Or naked if he's too tired to put on clothes after his post-work shower/bath
King likes when you watch him practice his swordsmanship
It makes him try harder
King will stick his feathers in your hair, at least in private.
The only time he lets you wear them out in public is formal events or if he feels someone is getting a little too chummy with you and he doesn't have time to mark you up.
If you fall asleep on him he'll carry you to bed.
King doesn't like too doing pda in public
He's afraid you'll be in danger for being too close to him.
King's main love languages for giving is acts of service, quality time, and gift giving.
King's love languages for receiving love are acts of service, physical touch (eventually), and words of affirmation
Nsfw
King very much is a "torture loving pervert", he prefers to be the torturer though.
He won't admit it's a coping mechanism for him to process what was done to him, but it is.
So if you're not into BDSM that's fine, he can work with that.
He will respect your boundaries though, he understands what it's like to be forced through that and would never force his fetishes on you.
Very much a dom, but a very flexible dom
Soft Dom
Hard dom
Chaotic dom
Pleasure Dom
Helpful Dom, who reminds you to drink water
Not a Dom
He's all of them
After sex he can either pass the fuck out or he becomes a clingy cuddly man.
He likes resting his head on your chest and having you run your fingers through his hair.
Sex positions he likes is crouching tiger, necking, reverse 69, and the anvil
King has to be on top most of the time, he has to keep the fire on his back going.
King is very much into pleasuring his partner, he isn't going to let you tap out until you've had at least six orgasms and are physically shaking and show no signs of stopping.
If you're a brat he's going to put you through the ringer.
You will not be walking after sassing him.
He does love a brat because if makes punishing you that much more arousing.
Predator prey kink but no place for him to really indulge in it
King really likes marking his partners up, like you will not roll out of bed the next morning without bites and bruises from.
He is horny on main, but not in an*always want sex* kind of way
He's horny on main in a "really easy to ruffle his feathers and get him hot and bothered" kind of way.
For real, King can go from "I am a pious man, untempted by the sins of the flesh" to "I'm going to rip your clothes off and fuck you hard till we both forget our names"
And yes, sex with King is usually extraordinarily rough. Like there are a multitude of handprints on your person and your ass and sex are very sore.
But only if you're okay with it. If not, he can entertain his own fantasies without acting on them.
Sex with King, can also be very soft.
This tends to happen around anniversaries of bad things from his past.
Soft sex with King is amazing
Like no matter how much physical contact you two are having, it's never enough.
His hands are everywhere and he makes the sweetest sounds.
But most importantly King will trail kisses everywhere, he will worship you.
His pace will be slow, but deep, making you feel every inch of his cock as it stretches you out.
This is King's way of showing you he cherishes you.
King wants to memorize every inch of you so he has something to keep him company when he has not but his own company to enjoy.
He also wants you to remember his body, his warmth, his touch, and the pleasure he gives you.
Don't wear your hair in a pony tail or braid around him, he'll be too distracted by the thought of wrapping it around his fist as he takes you from behind.
#one piece king#king the wildfire#one piece#one piece imagine#one piece scenario#one piece x reader#king one piece#king the conflagration#king the conflagration x reader#king the wildfire x reader#from the depths of the dragon's hoard#tma original#2/8/22#no beta we die like men
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okay… okay, s, okay. my head is full of so many thoughts. so many thoughts about college!a/b/o!evanstan…
(and please don’t feel pressured to answer if you are busy with school i don’t wanna be a distraction!!)
- chris constantly being so horny when he and seb first get together that seb just straight up telling chris that he is willing to be a human fleshlight for him
- chris taking seb up on the offer
- seb being fucked within an inch of his life every time that their schedules line up
- chris saying that he has to kiss seb’s hole better because it just stays wet and a little puffy from constantly being used
- seb becoming a blow-job queen, he can literally get chris off in 45 seconds but chris would never admit to that… seriously, that thing he does where he tongues chris’ slit makes him see stars, what the fuck else is he supposed to do??
- chris’ ruts and seb’s heats start to sync up
- after nights of particularly rough sex, seb will have to shift in his seat in class because his ass is so sore
- chris starting to grow facial hair because he wants to look more “grown up”
- seb teasing chris about the facial hair but actually loving it because of the beard burn he gets while chris eats him out
- cock warming while they’re “studying”, but they actually get nothing done
- scenting each other, kissing and sucking on each other’s scent glands after particularly difficult days
- cuddling. so much cuddling.
- what used to be seb’s part of the dorm is now perpetually a nest
- being tangled up in each other constantly
- seb becoming more comfortable in his sexuality and more open to exploring kink
- seb himself becoming insatiable, no thanks to chris
- love. so much love, they’re both so tender 😭😭
evanstan omegaverse au origin here and continued here
Yes yes yes haha, I love that we've infected so many people with them lol! I would love to fully, fully respond to this but, yeah, you're right I'm busy unfortunately. Not that this isn't great!
- That first point 👀
- I can just see Chris, baby alpha Chris, a little distressed by how fucking intense his need for Seb is and how much he constantly wants the omega. I mean... he is a college student. Peak libido time lol. Chris then confesses these urges to Sebastian, thinking it might help or he might feel the same way only for Sebastian to shyly offer, "why don't you then, alpha?" Exposing his throat to the other man just to show him how much he's okay with being used like that...
- YES of course. It's what he deserves 😤
- I would have to say... after the first time of being rimmed... I don't think Seb would mind having his poor hole kissed better regularly.
- Y E S , all that practice with blow jobs and Seb's oral fixation meeting in the middle? Oh boy, that spells danger for Christopher.
- They do! And it is incredible for them. Each their first times having their cycles fully sated because they have a partner to match them 😏
- Mmm, yeah, I bet he does. Both Seb and Chris have dark circles under their eyes and keep glancing at each other and Sebastian is shifting in his seat and Anthony in class with them, hissing at them low enough that the Prof can't here, threatening to fucking walk out of the motherfucking class if they don't quit. Now is not the time.
- Aw, I actually really like that. Chris wants to not get mistaken for an overgrown high schooler with his baby face and pouty lips and so he's like, eh, a beard should fix that. Sebastian plops himself in his lap, sideways, scratching his jaw and chin with his blunt nails more and more when it starts to come in, purring about how handsome he looks or, yeah, teasing him about it.
- BEARD B U R N Sebastian practically has a kink by the end of the term ;)
- Cock 👏 warming 👏 while 👏 they're 👏 studying 👏
- Yes yes yes, all the scenting possible. Always. Its annoying to everyone else, they always just smell like the other person, not like themselves lol
- C u d d l i n g , and precisely~
- Their dorm room is practically one big nest. Aw. Puppy love at its finest.
- "being tangled up in each other constantly" HEART 👏 EYES 👏
- Oh, yes, please. I love some kinky exploration for sure.
- Haha, yeah, Chris is often like [affectionately] what monster have I made? Toward Seb because he wants it all the time and he is shameless in breaking out the puppy dog eyes as he begs for his cock, sliding onto his knees, kissing Chris' own knee as he claims his mouth feels empty, too empty, and he misses his knot. He wants it inside him. Soon, pleeease!
- And of course,
Love.
Thanks for the ask, sweetheart!
#asks#besides the point here but I just realized how much evanstan/rpf I've been doing... lowkey kinda miss stucky y’know? but its all good#i love and cherish the asks i do get#and it makes me sad that i cant write long stories for all of them#anyway#chris evans#steve rogers#evanstan#rpf#real person fanfiction#omegaverse#omegs sebastian#alpha chris#fic#fandomfluffandfuck
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HAHAHA I just read through some comments for the previous chap and Weara isn’t doing too well in the polls 😩
But that’s fine, bc this is me waving bye to all the haters as I continue to root for this character lmao
⚠️WARNING, the following comments contain a lot of unhinged character analysis and probably incorrect opinions lol ⚠️
“Still yearning for the throne, Weara?”
I mean who isn’t??? Idk y’all if a guy was being thirsty for power ppl would be like oh what an ambitious chap, but if a woman wants to improve her station she’s a “greedy little slut.” 😠
I MEAN RANSOM IS LIKE THE ORIGINAL GREEDY SLUT I can’t 😭😭😭
I’m saying that it would be a shame if Lord Hanad installed his niece, a lady of no standing, a peasant, to the soon to be king.
Say what u will about Weara, but at least she’s doing what she’s doing for more substantial reasons than this petty classism haha.
I mean, it seems like she’s either doing it bc she is obsessed w Ransom, or wants to better her position, or thinks reader is some kind of evil witch, or all of the above, and I feel like I kinda respect that more than Lady Formad’s reasons
but you sullied yourself for a prince who was never going to see you more than anything but flesh. You aimed too high, Weara.
Ok Romeria, 🙄🙄🙄maybe some of us don’t want to settle for a dumbass that runs his mouth and gets fed to the lions 😤
I just feel so bad everyone’s shitting on Weara for being like, overly ambitious? 😭 it’s all very Taylor Swift getting unfairly criticized imo
and what if she’s actually in love with Ransom? like who amount us hasn’t fallen into the “I can fix him” delusion huh???
let he who is without sin cast the first stone 😤
“You want power,” Weara accuses.
Me shouting at my phone: WHO’s THE GREEDY SLUT NOW LADY FORMAD
I will never become a queen. Why should someone else? Why should men be the only ones to make decisions over our fate?
Ladieesssss plsssss I feel like ur on the same team 😭 y’all shouldn’t be enemies!! Men are the enemy!! Don’t let the patriarchy trick u into tearing down each other while the men sit at the top 😵💫
haha idk I just have a lot of feels bc it’s like in the Handmaid’s tale where there’s this animosity btwn the Wives and the Handmaid’s when they are both getting the short end of the stick due to decisions that MEN made. 😣
Y’all got bamboozled into fighting each other instead of the ppl who are truly responsible for their oppression
You never give anyone presents
Ebenezer Scrooge, much? 😂 (this is maybe the only lighthearted comment i have to offer 😫)
“You touched the root,” you murmur, Weara’s eyes widening at your words. “How did you gain access into my chambers?”
“I have my ways,” Weara swallows, your eyes narrowing at her answer.
See this is what I mean about Weara being straight up, cards on the table lol. Her answer was vague but at least she didn’t play innocent. And then she basically admitted she was there for the plant too!
Also, I feel like Weara probably had to swallow her pride to come ask the reader for help, even if it’s a last ditch resort.
Weara watches as the black begins to disappear from her skin, staring in awe
Whoaaaaaaaa ok like, THIS COULD BE THE BEGINNING OF A BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP????
Just imagine:
Weara starts off as an antagonist, but then reader graciously helps her with her hand
Now Weara is like huh, maybe this new girl isn’t an evil witch after all, and is grateful for reader’s help.
Weara sees how her prejudices against magic/sorcery are unfounded and becomes an ally to the reader 😍
Since Weara is friends with reader now, she finally has the ear of someone who has the ear of the king, and realizes this is what she wanted all along - to be taken seriously and not just seen as “flesh” or a bed warmer. 🥹
what is my problem lol why am I writing fanfic about this fanfic help me 😖
LISTEN, rivals turned bff is such a good trope!! Don’t believe me? Well just get our your ouija board and ask Shakespeare!
It’s like in Coriolanus, when the political big wigs in Rome order him to fight Aufidius and his army (who are trying to conquer the city).
Cori wins, but then realizes he’s being used by the people in power, and gets himself banished from Rome (but not before he does the “you can’t fire me, I quit!” thing and declares that HE is the one banishing Rome lol)
Cori then teams up with Aufidius to get revenge, and they actually have a lot of respect for each other as military commanders, so now the former enemies are like brothers in arms fighting for the same cause 😭
(Ok so the friendship doesn’t exactly last, bc it’s a Shakespearean tragedy, but they still had their shining moment!)
“And what is in your heart, Weara? Did you come to gaze upon a single root? Or to slay me with the dagger in your skirts?”
FML RIP 😭
“A kindness,” you soothe, watching her struggle to breathe. “The fate that would have befallen you had I let the plant work its truth, would have put you in agony for weeks on end until you finally passed.
THEY COULD HAVE BEEN GREAT TOGETHER
Weara’s eyes go black, her body slumping onto the ground
There goes my hero.mp3 🥲
AND CAN I JUST SAY, yes the dagger was poisoned but like I can’t help but compare Weara going for the kill with an actual weapon while the boys have been killing indirectly with poison or lions or whatever. Weara is out here doing her own dirty work, it’s very Ned Stark “he who passes sentence should swing the sword”
It’s just so tragic 😓 at least she died via kiss of death and not being fed to those fatass lions 😒
Also reader saying she wanted to be merciful to Weara and then also insisting that Dominic give her a proper burial? 🥺 it makes me feel like on some level reader understood where Weara was coming from and doesn’t bear her that much ill will
Holy shit I’m like sweating rn my emotional bandwidth is shot lol
I will have her lands and house. Building my empire as I see fit for once. No more scraps at a table, like a dog. I implore you to meet your future Aunt, dear niece.
Well well well, what do we have here? Oh, another member of the greedy slut club 😠 #JUSTICE FOR WEARA
Only that the body was wrapped in a fine cloth. A dignified sendoff that only one can be hopeful for.
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
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series masterlist
King! Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader
Word Count: 4K
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language, murder, death of a minor character, magic, treachery, mentions of poisoning.
Summary | After the untimely death of the King, a family is thrown into a dangerous game of politics, navigated by a man who offers up his niece as a bargaining chip to secure his place in the realm.
“Still yearning for the throne, Weara?”
The question makes her lift her head, turning to look over her shoulder as Lady Formad nods her head to acknowledge her presence, sitting on a chair, her head held high while she surveys the room. Lady Formad has always been beautiful – but even more so now, her eyes narrowing with displeasure. Weara has seen it before, the repugnance in Lady Formad’s delicate features that makes her stomach churn with a dull ache.
“What happened to your arm?” she continues, Weara hiding the bandaged limb under her blanket, her face moving back to the pillow. “And your face?”
Lady Formad stands at the sight, sitting at the side of her bed as Weara sniffles.
“You played in the lion’s den, didn’t you?” Lady Formad asks, lifting her friend’s chin up with a finger, staring at the bandage on her face. “I said we would entertain nobles. You went right for royalty. Justice, Weara, for a greedy little slut.”
Lady Formad slaps her face, Weara gasping in pain as Lady Formad huffs.
“I come to visit a friend, to discuss what you may know about the disappearance of my husband and I find you in a night house, just like when we were younger. Like a dog back to its vomit. You never learn.”
“Disappearance?” Weara asks, Lady Formad nodding in agreement.
“He came to seek a meeting with our Lord Chancellor. He never returned. As you know, Lord Emeric has a way of making people disappear. It is my hope that my husband was merely delayed and has not fallen to the ills of the council. That, my dear friend, is why I came to find you.”
“How did you know I was here?”
Lady Formad sighs, rolling her eyes.
“Because you never stopped your obsession with the Prince. Did you hear that he’s enamored with his intended? A poor villager, apparently, if you believe the rumors to be true. Lord Hanad, recently given his title, shared that his niece has no station, save for her father, Lord Kulane. An open wound to be sure, for you, especially.”
“Lord Hanad? I saw him when she arrived.”
“Yes,” Lady Formad purrs. “He has a way about him, doesn’t him? Commands power, even in circles where he should not.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that it would be a shame if Lord Hanad installed his niece, a lady of no standing, a peasant, to the soon to be king. Imagine the scandal if word got out,” Lady Formad whispers, tucking a piece of Weara’s hair behind her ear. “It would be devastating to know that he was marrying so low.”
“Her father is a lord,” Weara counters. “Everyone knows that.”
“A recent title. One that is suspicious, would you not agree?”
“You want to me find out about her.”
“Don’t you?”
“Romeria,” Weara urges, Lady Formad’s eyes narrowing at her name.
“I told you to find a noble, to get out of these houses. We were but girls here in the night houses. My husband found me, took me away from this godforsaken place and I became the wife of a noble. He never told my secret. You could have done the same but you sullied yourself for a prince who was never going to see you more than anything but flesh. You aimed too high, Weara.”
“Why are you here? Truly?”
“Our Lord Chancellor knows what happened to my husband. I believe him to be dead. If so, I will need to find a suitable lord to continue forward. It will not be Lord Hanad, let me be clear. He believes I don’t know that he is using me to get to the council. I am to meet our Lord Chancellor.”
Lady Formad smiles, Weara realizing what she’s planning to do.
“You want power,” Weara accuses. “Lord Emeric will never marry you.”
“He will,” Lady Formad agrees. “He will, Weara. Once I become his wife, I will dismantle our future queen. Lord Hanad is hiding something and I believe that Lord Kulane is as well. It all leads back to our little peasant maid.”
“You’re mad,” Weara spits, Lady Formad cupping her cheeks.
“Not mad. I sold my body to men, my secrets buried underground. I will never become a queen. Why should someone else? Why should men be the only ones to make decisions over our fate? When I become the Lord Chancellor’s wife, I shall not only share his bed, but I shall have his ear. And he is in direct communication with our soon to be king.”
Patting Weara’s cheek, she stands.
“You must have a goal beyond bedding a royal, Weara. The entire realm will be within my reach.”
-
“I assume there is an explanation for why Lady Formad has decided to grace us with a visit,” Ransom asks.
The council chambers are empty, save for Emeric and Ransom, who stare out at the kingdom while Emeric shakes his head.
“No doubt looking for her husband, Your Majesty. It has been weeks since he’s been seen. I am sure our dear lady is beside herself with grief.”
Ransom lets out an inelegant snort.
“Grief? Romeria is searching for another noble to wed. She has no children and as we are all aware, Lord Formad has a brother who will no doubt try to take over her house and the lands. A smart move for the lady, but one I’ve seen before,” Ransom muses. “What poor soul will she try to lure into her clutches this time, I wonder?”
“If she presses too hard?” Emeric inquires, turning his full attention to Ransom. “This won’t end well. I know Romeria and she is charming, Your Majesty. She will play the victim well and any seed she plants about the disappearance of her husband will be watered by her tears. The kingdom will look kindly on a widow who is distressed.”
“You believe she will spin lies about her husband’s whereabouts?”
“Indeed.”
“Then let there be no lies. Tell our Lady Formad her husband is dead.”
“House Formad has many allies. If she inquires to the whereabouts of his body -”
“Taken to the sea” Ransom interrupts. “Or fell into the lion’s den. He isn’t coming back, Emeric. Her allies have pledged fealty to me. No one will go against a king.”
“They could,” Emeric reminds him. “Lord Formad already believed that I was falsely installed as Lord Chancellor. One can only think of the lies he had spread to his supporters. I am certain his wife was also in attendance when he did so.”
“She is of little consequence,” Ransom says with a wave of his hand. “Still, I want you to be diligent in your interactions with our grieving lady. No normal widow would travel to Greymount to seek answers so soon.”
“You believe she has another angle.”
“I believe she’s looking to secure her household.”
Emeric nods, a comfortable silence falling between the two men before Emeric finally clears his throat.
“And your intended?”
“What about her?” Ransom answers, his eyebrow raising in curiosity.
“Oh come on, Ran. They say you’re taken with her. Gifted her with a leopard cub. You never give anyone presents.”
“Tomorrow I will be crowned,” Ransom reminds him. “Therefore, I do as I see fit. And as for my bride… she intrigues me.”
“She is not your usual sort.”
“No,” Ransom agrees with a slow nod. “You would be correct in your assumption. Still so innocent to the power of men. A maiden, Emeric. She never questions me, never hides her true feelings when she speaks. Refreshing in a way, I must say.”
“She is very pretty to look at.”
“Emeric.”
The warning makes Emeric smile, nudging his friend as he laughs.
“You cannot fault me for staring upon a beautiful woman. When you said she was older, I expected…”
“I know,” Ransom says with a smirk. “She was a hidden treasure.”
-
Coxara shuts the door to her chambers, leaning against it for a moment. The whirlwind of tailors, swatches of heavy fabrics that were carried in and out of your room and the bustle of your attendants had finally come to a close.
“Coxara?” a little voice calls out.
“Ren?”
She pushes herself off of the door, heading closer to the bed where her sister wakes, rubbing her eyes as she yawns.
“Oh,” Coxara whispers, tears filling her eyes as she climbs into the bed, hugging her sister tight as Ren holds her tighter. “I didn’t know you’d be here so soon.”
“The nice lady helped me,” Ren murmurs against her sister’s neck. “I got a nice bath and she gave Aunt Marily a lot of coins.”
“Who?” Coxara cups her face, kissing her sister’s forehead. “I’m delighted you’re here.”
“The lady said she knew you. There was a knight, too! He said his name was Domin…Dom…Dominic!”
Coxara’s eyes widen at the mention of him, looking down at Ren.
“Ser Dominic came to get you?”
“Uh huh,” Ren responds, snuggling next to her sister. “The lady was so nice and she smelled good. She was his sister, just like us!”
Coxara settles Ren against her side, smoothing back her hair as she nearly weeps in gratitude. You didn’t have to go and fetch her sister but even now, the thought of what could have happened to you makes her slightly worried. You hadn’t mentioned a single thing, staying silent as the tailors pricked at your skin with needles, sewing the fabrics together while you stood, completely aware that Ren was already in good hands as she’d helped them drape the fabric around your body.
She hopes Ransom has not hears of your journey but she holds her sister tight, embracing her as they both fall asleep.
-
The sound of a distant roar gets your attention, Bahati lifting her head at the sound. The night air is still, a far cry from the raucous from before. You’re happy to be back in your normal nightgown, the silk robe trailing onto the ground while you inspect the plant. The gnarled branch has bloomed two more leaves, intertwined with each other at the stem. Keenly aware that someone had touched your plant prior.
The potion, mixed from herbs from Coxara’s aunt’s garden, sits untouched. The winds begin to build as you inspect the root, touching the leaf before passing your finger against your lips. A slight knock at the door gets your attention, the winds dying down as you give permission for them to enter.
A woman stands at the entrance, holding her bandaged arm.
“Apologies to you, my lady,” the woman whispers. “The hour is late and I was certain your servant would answer. Perhaps my fortune has turned around.”
You know instantly that she was the one who had touched your plant, the hint of black peeking out from the bandages on her fingers.
“I seek your wisdom, my lady,” she continues, taking a step forward as Bahati growls in warning, standing in front of you.
The bandages on her cheek and the way Bahati stands at attention gives you pause.
“What is your name?” you ask, hiding the plant behind your back.
“Weara, if it pleases you, my lady,” she introduces with a bow of her head. “I am one of the King’s servants. I come seeking your assistance. I have heard you are a healer.”
“A healer?”
“So they speak,” she insists. “I need your help. May I show you?”
At your nod, Weara sits, carefully unbandaging her arm as you observe the withered skin, black and skeletal as she stares at it in disgust.
“Quite an affliction,” you begin, placing the plant onto the balcony, away from her sight as you step toward her. “I have seen this only once in my life.”
Taking her hand in yours, your fingers slide down her own.
“You touched the root,” you murmur, Weara’s eyes widening at your words. “How did you gain access into my chambers?”
“I have my ways,” Weara swallows, your eyes narrowing at her answer.
“Did you find what you were looking for?”
“What is that plant? It is sorcery.”
Reaching for the potion, you sigh, Weara carefully letting you take her hand.
“My mother used to tell me stories,” you begin, placing her fingers inside the bowl. “Of a time where a family would be divided. The bond of two brothers broken, a fracture unable to be mended. A force that could place the entire realm in danger. For me, it was merely a story to tell as the embers of the fires died out.”
Weara watches as the black begins to disappear from her skin, staring in awe.
“As I grew older, I realized that family she spoke about was our own. The bond of my father and uncle grows near a breaking point. I sowed a seed once in a garden to make certain. The plant does not lie, Weara. It shows the truth of one’s heart.”
You stare at her, lifting her hand from the potion as it returns back to normal.
“I must thank you for your generosity,” Weara tells you, watching while you place the bowl on the table. “A miracle to be sure.”
“And what is in your heart, Weara? Did you come to gaze upon a single root? Or to slay me with the dagger in your skirts?”
Before she has a chance to react, her hand reaching for her dagger, you kiss her, her hand falling to her side before you break the kiss. Her fingers touch her lips, your eyes following the black lines that trace out from her lips and to her neck as she coughs.
“A kindness,” you soothe, watching her struggle to breathe. “The fate that would have befallen you had I let the plant work its truth, would have put you in agony for weeks on end until you finally passed. Still a better death than the one you would have provided me, with the poison or the dagger. Consider this a mercy, dear Weara. One that was never going to be provided for you within these walls.”
Weara’s eyes go black, her body slumping onto the ground as you stand, watching one of the leaves wither and fall, disappearing into dust.
-
Dominic pushes open the door, the body in full sight as he stares at you.
“Have you gone mad?” Dominic hisses, bending at his knees to inspect the body. “I felt it but you shut me out.”
“I had to,” you whisper, tears filling your eyes at his harsh words.
“You never shut me out. What happened?”
“She touched it, Dominic. Mother said when one who has not harvested it, touches it… they become it. I saw what was in her heart. She was going to kill me,” you admit, pausing for a moment. “And you.”
“Does the Prince know about this?”
“No.”
Dominic hangs his head, staring at the body of Weara, black veins painted on her face, arms and chest.
“I’ll tell him,” you answer, moving toward the door as he blocks it, grabbing onto your shoulders.
“You can’t tell him you’ve committed a murder! Let alone that you have such a plant in your possession. You should have told me. I’m your brother, I should have known.”
“I tried to show her mercy,” you respond quietly, letting him embrace you. “The things I see… the things I don’t want to know.”
“Let me in so that I can shoulder the burden. You can’t do this alone.”
“I had no other choice.”
“Weara was the Prince’s personal whore,” Dominic says bluntly above your head. “Though I’m told it ended prior to your arrival. It would make sense that she would come searching for you. In the end, she’s better off dead. There were rumors…”
Dominic trails off, shaking his head as you look up at him.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he answers as you shake your head.
“Tell me the truth.”
“Lady Formad is at Greymount, as of this morning. I am sure it is servant gossip but it is believed Weara and the wife of Lord Formad were friends. As one servant told another knight, Lady Formad used to work in the night houses. Weara kept her secret once she was married and Lady Formad kept her secret that she had been warming the Prince’s bed. It would make sense that Weara would seek vengeance for what she could never have.”
“I had to.” Your soft whisper turns into a sob, Dominic rubbing your back as he nods.
“I saw only glimpses,” he informs you. “But you did the right thing. Let me dispose of her.”
“Properly,” you remind him, watching him drape a sheet over her.
He nods, lifting her up before you open the door, Dominic stopping before he heads toward the gardens.
“Let me handle this. Tell no one,” he orders you gently. “Promise me.”
“I promise.”
-
The masses gather as far as the eye can see, the sun peeking out from the clouds as the Lord Chancellor calls for attention. Every head raises at his stance. The coronation has been full of excess, nobles from far and wide coming to introduce themselves and the strength of their houses.
The crown atop Ransom’s head is gold, shining with what looks like bones carved into the crown. Lord Emeric steps back to inspect it before he nods.
“It is with our deepest respect and fealty to the crown that our High Prince now be named our King Ransom!”
The loud applause and shouts of ‘All hail the King!” are thundering, enough for you to take a step back before you feel Coxara’s steady hand on your back as Ransom steps forward. It’s frightening how loud it is, the excitement in the air palatable.
“What is she doing here?” Coxara asks, getting your attention as you search the crowd.
“Who?”
“Lady Formad,” she whispers, your eyes scanning the crowd. “The woman in all black.”
She does not cheer, her eyes focused on Ransom and then Lord Emeric. Turning her back on them, she moves through the crowd, disappearing out of sight.
Dread spreads into your stomach, Coxara reaching for your hand to soothe you.
“My uncle,” you begin, remembering your visions. “He must be here. I need to find him.”
-
Music plays, people milling around while others dance, cups flowing with wine. Your brother stands at attention at your side, surveying the celebration.
“No sign of our dear uncle,” he says, eyes still scanning the crowd. “I’m sure he’ll show himself.”
“There’s only one way to know,” you respond, getting up as your brother nods.
Coxara doesn’t see you leave, making your way up the steps as servants bow their heads toward you, moving up the staircases, looking back to make sure no one is following you.
Opening the door to your chambers, Bahati pads toward you, tossing herself down to let you scratch her belly as she swipes at you with a paw.
“You are a little eager thing, aren’t you?” you muse, scratching her behind the ears before she yawns.
Standing, you head toward your root, stopping at the sight of the additional branches and leaves, moving the put away from the balcony when you feel the weight of it. It’s heavier than before, placing it on the table that is tucked away from sight, the sound of the door opening as Bahati hisses.
“My dear niece,” Lord Hanad greets you, closing the door behind him. “I thought you might be here.”
“I came to check on my pet.”
“Ah yes,” Lord Hanad agrees, nudging the cub with his boot as she swipes angrily at it. “Your wedding gift.”
“It has been weeks since I’ve seen you, Uncle. How do you fare?”
“Quite well. Your father wishes to tell you that he and your mother will be at Greymount within a week. Just in time for the wedding. Our King Ransom must have the patience of a dead man, I must say,” Hanad chuckles to himself. “I thought you married by now. Unless you have fended him off.”
“He was only just crowned this eve, Uncle. The celebration will take until the end of the week.”
“So I’ve been told. Though it does give me pause that he has waited to marry you. Have you done something to upset him?”
Glaring at him, he smirks, settling down into a chair.
“Upset him?”
“He is known for his voracious appetite. I assumed you would be in his bed by now. Unless of course,” Hanad says with a tilt of his head, studying you like one would a creature. “You’ve fallen out of favor. A wedding gift is always welcome, my niece. But you were meant to born sons, to raise princes. Yet I find out as I left you. Still a maiden.”
“Then I have fallen out of favor,” you respond, inching your chin up. “Then I may return home.”
“Your father would be most displeased with you if such a trip were to occur. Think of your mother.”
“Have you also come to pay respects to our recently deceased Lord Formad?”
“I have,” Hanad agrees, his eyes narrowing at you. “A tragic accident, from what I was told. Lady Formad was beside herself with grief.”
“I am certain she was grateful for your support in her time of need.”
Hanad stands at your response, watching you swallow hard. He gives a dry laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.
“If you only knew how much support she allows me to give her. Have a care in how you speak, dear niece. She may very well be my new wife.”
“Politics,” you acknowledge. “Did you happen to wait before or after he was dead?”
“I think we both know the answer to such a question, don’t we?”
You’re silent, Hanad cupping your cheek with his hand.
“I am nothing but strategic about placing my family in such positions. Though the death of my acquaintance is saddening to hear, I have kept his wife’s bed warm while he played his politics and lost. I will not make that same mistake, believe me. She will marry me. She has little choice in the matter, seeing as I know her past.”
“Past?”
“It is for me to know and for me only,” Hanad informs you. “I will have her lands and house. Building my empire as I see fit for once. No more scraps at a table, like a dog. I implore you to meet your future Aunt, dear niece. I believe in her you shall find an ally.”
He turns his back on you, heading out the door as you watch another leaf begin to sprout from a branch.
-
It’s late when Lady Formad finally opens the door to Weara’s room, finding it completely empty. In shock, she calls out for her, opening the doors to the small balcony and finding it empty. A young woman peeks her head into the space, clearing her throat as she stares at the refined woman in front of her.
“Apologies for the intrusion,” she says slowly. “Are you looking for someone?”
“A friend,” Lady Formad answers. “This used to be her room.”
The girl looks at her with sad eyes, head downcast.
“You haven’t heard then,” she whispers.
“Heard what?”
“Weara died last night. One of the knights was here who said that her body was taken to the pyre.”
Lady Formad blinks, trying to breathe as she processes the news. Her eyes burn with tears, blurring her eyesight.
“Died,” she repeats. “How?”
“He did not say, my lady. Only that the body was wrapped in a fine cloth. A dignified sendoff that only one can be hopeful for. I will miss her and her stories about Greymount. I’m sorry for your loss.”
A tear runs down Lady Formad’s cheek before she wipes it away, head held high.
“Thank you. “
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I seen this theory once, where sansa crowned Arya. Basically, in the books the snow melting in robbs hair is mentioned A LOT. And the theory said the snow could be foreshadowing a crown, but the snow in robbs hair was melting, signifying him quickly losing the crown. Then we see Jon describing alys(a girl he thought was Arya) on her wedding day, he said the snow in her hair looked like a crown, I think. So once again snow in hair=crown. Then we have a memory where sansa rubbed snow into Arya's hair and another one where arya kept trying to make a snow ball but the snow was melting away, so she kept on having to reform it. This could be foreshadowing of sansa crowning, or playing a part in Arya becoming queen. And Arya trying to rule and keep things stable while things keep falling apart(the threat of the others, the cold, the lack of food, the lannister army, the Freys, maybe, etc. All problems she would have to face) . Do you think sansa could have anything to do with Arya becoming queen? There is zero chance of sansa going north, so maybe the battle the knights of the Vale help win is one in the riverlands and this time its her helping Arya.
So many people ignore Arya's training and just classify it as 'spy stuff' because it kills them to admit Arya has politics in her storyline and will have more of it in future books or just have any skill that could be useful for things that aren't fighting or anything that's not 'physical' 🙄😑😑.
I could definitely see Arya as a mistress of whispers for Bran. People like to say she will go west and travel🙄🙄 or be a knight, regardless of the fact she has never once in her life expressed any desire to be a knight🤬😤. She asked Ned if she could build castles, be a KING'S COUNCILLOR or become a High Septon. But noooo, she wants to be a knight and and go west to commit suicide. 🤦♀️🤦♀️.
If Arya does take the wildlings from Bravoos with her they could very well teach her skinchanging. Arya is already very powerful being able to skin change from a continent away, and do it with out even realising what she is doing. She has skin changed nymeria and a cat so far. So we definitely will be seeing her skinchanging more animals in winds.
I'm betting the faceless men do have another motive to be helping Arya. The whole situation is just way too sketchy for it just being so she can become a faceless men. The majority of her training doesn't even focus on killing people, but on honing skills she could use out in the world. Did you see the theory were Arya could hear the dead? I like that one and it actually makes sense. Just like this post was originally about Arya being the connection to the only 3 ressurections in the books, it would once again connect Arya with the theme of death (and in a way that isn't just her being a psychopath who kills people😑). I'll try find a link if you didn't see it. But in it, the reason why the faceless men were so interested in Arya was because she was a 'chosen one' kind of figure. Each god/religion has their champion like the Lord of light has Azor Ahai. If the other religions have one, then what's stopping the faceless men?
Yeah, I agree lady stoneheart does seem to be more of a catalyst. Even before her death Catelyn was one too. Like the war would have probably happened anyways but the reason Tywin started attacking and burning the riverlands was because Catelyn kidnapped tyrion and tried to have him executed. Earning her a role in the beginning of the war. I do think the Lord of light / Beric bringing her back had to have happened for a big/important reason.
Three people have/will be resurrected in the books and I just realised all three had a connection to arya.
Obviously Lord Beric has died and been resurrected a couple of times but the reason he gets killed by Sandor is because of Arya's accusations against him about Mycah, the reason why Beric fought Sandor. As we know Beric gets killed and is resurrected by Thoros. You could say Arya played a part in his death(5th/6th death).
Then we have Catelyn, who was killed at the red wedding. She didn't die because of anything Arya did but the only reason she ever got resurrected was because, Arya while warging in Nymeria, pulled her out of the river and left just before the brotherhood arrived. Beric then proceeded to give Catelyn the kiss of life. If not for Arya, I don't think Catelyn would have ever been resurrected.
Then we have Jon, who was killed because he decided to fight Ramsey, after receiving the letter from him. The part of the letter that stuck out the most to him was 'I want my bride back' as Jon repeats it another 3 times and 'stick them with the pointy end' is his last dieing thought (the last thing he said was ghost, the last thing he thought about was Arya and the last thing he felt was the cold).
I don't really have a point to make, other than that it's really interesting how there have been/will be 3 ressurections (counting Beric as one) in the series and Arya is connected to all 3. Playing either a part in the person's death or in their ressurection.
Do you think George wrote it this way on purpose? Will it mean anything in the future books?
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