#it still makes her the only person who fought /for/ the dragons and their lives

[nobodieshero-main]

i'm actually still not quite over the fact that oveta and korahi's stories continuously overlap until they finally cross paths in that market. that they don't even say anything to each other, they just smile from their different stalls. oveta rolls her eyes bc kova is being ridiculous and korahi bites her lip so she doesn't laugh and it's so simple, so peaceful, so fucking mundane. they have no idea who the they are to each other. oveta, the girl who killed the queen that destroyed korahi's people, her family. proof that someone tried to fight for them. korahi, the very creature that oveta was almost executed for defending, the push that became a shove to build her own kingdom and write her own laws. proof that nakia failed. but for just that moment, that blip of time, they were just two girls sharing a silent joke, and everything was okay.

[rayroseu]

HEAD IN HANDS,,,, Just realized the profound realization that at Knight of Dawn and Meleanor's fight, I know they'll never talk it out... But I just realized that the story even expresses that fact visually....

throughout their fight and even until their death, they stayed at their "masked" form.

So, in Knight of Dawn's view, Meleanor was just a dragon and why the story makes it seem like he's just "insensitive" to the fact she's a living person too, because in that fight, he viewed her a monstrous dragon because Meleanor fought him as that. And, Dawn as a human, can't possibly interpret Meleanor's language as a dragon, much like how Humans are inept in fae language and why humans are still having a difficult time understanding faes and their morals.

The same thing with Meleanor, Knight of Dawn was in full armor in that time, so in Meleanor's point of view, Knight of Dawn was just "a piece of metals". (Like how Malleus viewed Ortho as just a "metallic technology"). Additionally, Knight of Dawn was a person who seem to want to say many things but never did(?), so Meleanor never heard him—

So their resistance, in giving up their role was expressed in the narrative decision that Meleanor fights as a dragon and Knight of Dawn will fight her in full armor and also he's a person who doesn't speak much especially in battles (much like a "metal").

Dawn was only "understood" somewhat when he crashed to Lilia, causing his head armor to fall off.... causing his "mask" to fall off

Its the little things to me OKAYY 🥹🥹😭😭

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hi, still madly in love with your stories.😍

Can I request a Daemon Targaryen x Reader?

He and Viserys never fought but he lives on dragonstone and still goes fighting on the Stepstones.

He marries a non-targaryen, like she has red or brown hair, and has three or four children with her that they all have the targaryen looks.

On Driftmark or kingslanding when they visit people gossip about the difference between Rhaenyra boys and Daemon childrens, Viserys finally open his eyes and punish her. Maybe even makes Daemon his hand.

Alicent children are not mean like the show, they get along with their uncle

You decide as always the ending. I trust you! 😉

AN- Guess who is back from the dead??? It’s MEEEE!!!!! Hehehehehehehe. Sorry guys but I will be trying to reply to all the requests and fulfil them. Just have patience with me 🥹

Also I made the reader a Stark 🐺

Thank you for reading and Enjoy!

True Targaryens

Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

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Summary - (Pretty much the request)

Warnings - None

“My beloved wolf,” Daemon’s pur made her smile as she looked up from her current embroidery. The squeals of their children echoed around them while the Rogue Prince settled beside his wife, his hand curling around her shoulder while he nuzzled his face in her long, brown hair.

He was obsessed with her hair, always nuzzling or touching in one way or another. His obsession translated to some… rougher treatment to her hair in their bed chambers, but that was a story for other times.

“My love.” The squeal of their youngest made the couple turn their attention to him, his bright silver hair shone under the sunlight but while eyes crinkled as he laughed heartily when his little dragon nuzzled his head to his size.

Daemon smiled, chuckling aş heartily watched his four children laugh and play together, much like his own childhood that he spent in King’s Landing and Dragonstone with his brother, Viserys.

“They are growing so fast,” his wife comments wistfully, watching them with a dreamy smile. He only nods, his fingers rubbing circles on the skin of her shoulder. “Indeed, wife.”

Her skin flushed red at his term of endearment, still not used to his open adoration. Her gaze flickered to her husband’s face, watching the sunlight highlight his features in the most beautiful way. He appeared younger when he was here, in Dragonstone, away from the politics of King’s Landing and from the fighting in Stepstones.

“My prince, my princess.” They looked up to find a guard, who bowed before informing them of the mishappening in Driftmark. Lady Laena Velaryon had commanded her dragon, Vhagar, to burn her when the complications of childbirth kicked in.

The former lady Stark sighs. She did not know Lady Laena personally, but she had lost her mother in childbirth and being a mother herself, she was aware of the pain and suffering it brought— even if all her children came easily.

“We need to pay our tribute,” she whispered gently, making Daemon nod before he commanded the guard, “prepare for sailing to Driftmark.”

“Brother!” There was no limit to Viserys’ happiness at seeing his younger sibling and his not-so-little family. The brown haired lady stood by her husband’s side dutifully with a small smile, one hand curled around the shoulder of her eldest, Aegon, while another sat comfortably in the crook of Daemon’s elbow.

Saera, Daemon’s only girl, stood with an elegance that reflected her mother’s. Her own silver hair curled into a Northern design, adorned with small pearls. Her deep crimson dress brought out her hair and highlighted her developing curves.

Daeron and Rhaegar were twins, opposite to each other in personality yet they looked almost the same, except for their eye colour. Daeron spotted the lavender of the Targaryens while his brother had inherited the dark hues of the North.

“Your graces,” their mother dipped in a curtsy, her eyes crinkling at the sight of her once beloved friend and the Queen, Alicent Hightower. The second Queen mirrors the smile, “Princess.”

“How your family has grown,” Viserys remarks, shaking Aegon’s hand, patting Saera’s hair affectionately before smiling down at the twins. “The Princes and Princess has grown significantly since the last time you all visited,” Alicent agrees with a smile, hugging her best friend and sister-in-law.

“I don’t see your children,” the she-wolf said, looking around to spot her niece and nephews. “They couldn’t wait to meet their cousins,” Alicent informed, before gesturing to the shore where Laena’s last rites were to take place. “It was hard to ask them to stay there while we welcomed you.”

“Can we go now? I wish to meet Aemond,” whined Saera, tugging gently on her mother’s gown, who laughed in response. “Of course, my dear.” She turned to look at her husband, whose face had hardened.

“Let’s go.” And indeed, they proceeded to the shoreline while Daemon’s wife tugged him away from the rest, smiling mischievously. “Don’t look so grim at the mention of Aemond.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “She will not marry anyone until she is thirty.”

His wife snorts in response, nodding mockingly. But all the teasing and joy evaporated when they saw Rhaenyra and her children, who were rumoured to be the sons of Ser Harwin Strong. At first, the Lady Stark had dismissed them as rumours but now, seeing them with her own eyes, she couldn’t deny the truth that glared upon her. Her own children with Daemon looked more Targaryen than Rhaenyra’s.

And by the looks of the whisper that followed the arrival of Daemon’s family, everyone had noticed the remarkable difference in the younger generation. While Jace and Luke looked nothing like a Targaryen, Daemon’s four children were the spitting image of their house.

“Aunt Stark!” The said woman turns and is instantly hugged by her niece, Helaena. Her fingers slip into the silver strand as she kneeled beside the princess, greeting her with a big smile and a kiss on her forehead.

“Helaena! How you have grown!” From the corner of her eyes, she saw Aemond engulfing Saera in a hug, both of them chuckling. Maybe Daemon’s wish of his daughter not marrying soon would remain only a wish.

The entire time the rituals went on, they could hear the whispered words, pointing out the differences. Flickering eyes of the nobles and the judgmental gaze glaring at the Velaryon— or rather, the Strong —boys. Even Viserys watched with melancholy eyes as Daemon’s blood greeted Rhaenyra’s.

Whispers continued even in the meeting after the rituals, people proclaiming Daemon’s children as ‘True Targaryens’ while Rhaenyra had diluted her blood with dead Strong.

The summon from the King was startling, calling a gathering of his family in the throne room. He stood on the raised dias, his gaze cold and posture rigid as he waited for everyone to arrive.

Alicent stood to his left, along with her children. Her gaze calculative and questioning as she looked at her father, the Hand, who was equally unaware.

Daemon and his family arrived early, standing on the left of the King. They were all equally unaware but quite unaffected by the sudden summons.

Rhaenyra and her boys were the last to arrive. Laenor nowhere in sight.

“I have summoned you all here because today, I have recognised my mistake.” The King’s eyes flickered over everyone before he looked at his wife. “You have time and again, tried to make me see the truth but I was blindfolded by my love. But now I see.”

He turned to Daemon. “Your children with Lady Stark— a Non-Valyrian woman —appear more Targaryen than-” he looked at Rhaenyra and her boys “- your sons with Ser Laenor. For years, I have defended you! For years, I bent the law! And how did you repay me?”

Viserys stepped down the dais, glaring at his only child. “One was a mistake, two might be coincidence, but THREE children?! All with brown, curly hair and features that resembled not their supposed father but the Commander of the City Watch?”

Rhaenyra flinched, taking a step forward while she pushed her two children behind her. “Father-” “No! Do you take me for a fool? Or a blind?” He sneered while tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. “I, Viserys of House Targaryen, First of his Name and King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, banish Rhaenyra Targaryen and her children from my court.”

The silence was deafening, as if everything stopped. Slowly, Rhaenyra’s eyes widened as she turned to ask for help, but no one replied, too astonished to react.

“And I name Daemon Targaryen the new Hand of the King.” The loudest gasp came from the wife of the new Hand, who turned to gauge her husband’s reaction. But Daemon was shocked, too shocked to even nod or bow. His eyes flickered between his brother and a surprised Otto before a smirk appeared.

With proud strides, he approached Otto with one of his hand stretched out. “I assume you have something of mine.” If looks could kill, Daemon would have died that day. Begrudgingly, the former Hand of the King placed the badge in Daemon’s extended hand, bowing to the King before stomping away.

Once the door shut behind the former hand, the Prince turned to his brother with slightly wide eyes. The King only nodded with a smile that covered his whole face.

“To new beginnings.” Viserys said.

Daemon only nodded, repeating the words while looking at his wife, the biggest grin in place.

“To new beginnings.”

[starsfic]

Fluff 49 is someone jealous

Mei (could be taken as platonic, romantic, or QPR, hell it could be dark)

while I'm not sure if Eastern dragons display hording/possessive tendencies like there western counterparts. But I wanna think Mei due to her dragon instincts gets somewhat possessive over things and people she highly values. From objects like her bikes, and stuffed animal collection to living people like her parents, pigsy and tang who may of been like second parents to her at this point and of course her best friend for eternity MK.

So when red son joins there friend group shes happy at first when him and mk start getting on surprising well. But starts to grow jealous when redson starts cutting into her personal time with mk. Heck at times she feels like he's deliberately trying to hog mks attention.

As much as she loves red she feels the need to assert some boundaries, and remind him or even both of the boys who was here first.

Long Xiaojiao felt sometimes that there was a great big fat divide between her and Qi Xiaotian sometimes.

It wasn't a divide that couldn't be crossed. But it was there. Between her and Red dealing with the Samadhi fire and Xiaotian dealing with the whole "Harbinger of Chaos" stuff with Wukong, there was stuff that they couldn't share because the other wouldn't understand. It sucked, but there was still things to talk about. Especially when Red started tagging along!

Red, like she thought, was a great friend when he finally relaxed a bit. He knew cool demon spots to hang out with and could rattle for hours about different topics. He was fascinating. Xiaojiao's favorite hangout was when he led her and Xiaotian to a secret demon fighting ring and they spent most of the day placing bets (with food) on fighters. Then someone got the bright idea to challenge her to a fight and Xiaojiao enjoyed watching Xiaotian's eyes darken with desire as she fought the guy barehanded.

Xiaotian was her best friend. Hers since the day they met at the park, playing in the mud. Red was also hers, although the desire to hoard him was much less due to the new nature of their friendship. They were happy, all three of them.

And then Red tried to make that divide wider.

At first, she didn't notice. She had been delighted when Red suddenly had a free night on Saturday night, an old tradition of hers and Xiaotian where they had a movie marathon. It was nice to have something that was just them even in the craziness of their lives now. She thought it would only be once.

Except "one free Saturday night" became "every Saturday night was free". It wasn't a problem, not at first.

Not until she looked over to realize that Red had wrapped an arm around Xiaotian to cuddle close and realization struck her like a fist on weird behavior she had noticed from Red. The ability to remember Xiaotian's favorites, the insistence on sitting next to him, oh my gods all the touching.

She loved Red, really. But she loved Xiaotian more.

Her breaking point came when they were at a bar, drinking in congrats for Xiaotian's webcomic finally being published. Of course, most people would be interested because it was the Monkie Kid writing it, but Xiaojiao knew his art style and storytelling would win.

Red leaned close, smiling at Xiaotian like pure sin. "So, Noodle Boy..." The nickname was sweet as sugar, no longer containing a disgusting note. "I had to notice some things about the love interest. They mentioned knowing how they kissed. Unfortunately, I don't think I've won something like that from you before..."

"Oh," Xiaojiao said before Xiaotian could answer. "It's because of this." She patted her lap and Xiaotian stood up, a sweet smile forming across his face. Red raised a brow and then his hair floomed into flames as Xiaotian straddled her, the motion easy.

"Hey," her best friend cooed.

"Hey," she cooed back, her fingers settling in their favorite spots before Xiaotian leaned down and kissed her.

For a few glorious moments, it was just him and her. She didn't need to steal him or lock him away. He gave himself to her, his best friend in the whole world, willingly.

Finally, though, air had the nasty need of being needed and Xiaojiao pulled away. Xiaotian instead settled his chin on her shoulder, sighing contently.

Red stared at them with wide eyes. Then his eyes narrowed.

It was a secret challenge. Xiaojiao answered it back.

(Xiaotian hid his smile in his best friend's shoulder. Hopefully, she and Red got the worst of the instinctual possessiveness out of their systems before his preparations were done.

He intended for them both to be his.)

[hadesisqueer]

I appreciate The Dragon Prince because it gave me tragic antagonists or villains that I love (Claudia), villains that while I don't really like them I understand how they came to be and can feel a bit of sympathy for (Aaravos or Viren), villains I straight up fucking hate (Sol Regem) and villains that I don't really hate because when they appear on-screen I just sigh wondering how they can be so fucking stupid (Karim). They really give you everything.

No but for real, Karim's entire character arc consists of 'The risk I took was calculated but I am bad at math' because. He's so dumb. He keeps saying he wants to restore the Sunfire Empire to its former glory, but like-- how? What plans do you have for the future? Are you going to try to retake Lux Aurea? Because you can't. Oh, you want humans out? Okay-- how would that help to restore the former glory, though? You're just being a bigot?

The thing is that all Karim ever did was talk about his birthright —that's not even his birthright, actually, because he's the youngest sibling— and keep babbling about history demanding blah blah blah of people and how his sister wasn't a competent queen when actually it is the opposite. Janai proves, by allowing the architect to live while still giving her an according punishment, that she is a fair queen who chooses mercy and allows people to grow while still choosing justice; also, that she's more practical, because what good is a talented architect dead —who did something awful but still was sorta right about fire being dangerous around the camp— when you can just make her build a shrine so this kind of incident never happens again. Janai also had the Sunseed and plans to nurture it and help it grow, help her own people grow. She actually had plans for the future, and she had the patience necessary. She understands that you must learn from history but that it also doesn't define you, that you must not let it define you.

Karim doesn't get that. He was obsessed with history and the old ways. He didn't have any patience. And he didn't have any long term plans. Or even backup plans for when his plans inevitably failed, either! He was so convinced Janai would refuse his duel he was shocked when she actually fought him, and resorted to fighting-- with fire magic-- against someone who's fireproof-- again, no actual plan. He tried using an assassin to kill his sister, the actual person the assassin had a life debt to. He wants to steal the Sunseed, actively fucking over his people. When Ezran tells him to take his followers and start somewhere else, Karim refuses because he says he doesn't want crumbs off his sister's plate, but at the same time it's like-- that's exactly what you were gonna get, buddy. You wanna use Sol Regem to torch your sister's army. The only thing you're gonna rule over is the followers you have now plus what remains of Janai's, if they even accept you. So, yeah. Literally crumbs.

Also, again, he's so fucking entitled. 'What's rightfully mine' he's the youngest sibling, nothing is rightfully his, he's an usurper. Part of his demands being that humans leave and go back to 'their side of the border, where they belong', buddy, you'd be the king of the Sunfire Elves, not the King of all of Xadia. As king you could make humans leave your territory, but not Xadia. If a bunch of humans, hypothetically, befriended Moonshadow or Skywing elves and lived at the Silvergrove, or wherever the Skywing elves live, with them-- what, now you're gonna try to wage war against the the other elves, too, because they're not following your ways? You can threaten them with Sol Regem, sure, but also consider, because you didn't even consider it when you went to him-- he's an Archdragon, yeah, but the weakest of the Archdragons right now. Let's say Ezran and Janai follow through and give up and leave. They could go with Zym and head straight up to the Mushroom Mage and come back with Zubeia, the current Queen of the Dragons, right after she's done with her treatment. They arrive. Who's gonna win? A healthy Archdragon on her prime or an old, blind Archdragon that hasn't flown or fought in centuries? Also, once you give him the Sunseed he actually has no reason to be on your side, he already got what he wanted. Even if the Katolis thing didn't happen, he could've turned against you very easily. He likely would've done so.

He's an awful leader who doesn't actually care about his people. He disrespects other world leaders like Ezran immediately. He's an entitled, bigoted idiot who doesn't actually think things through and that actually makes him both incredibly annoying and very realistic, which actually makes me like him as an antagonist but still makes me let out a exasperated sigh every time he talks. Best part of him is that he's obsessed with going down in history as someone great when, with his actions, he's only going to pass down as the prince who tried to usurp his sister three times and failed the three times, each failure worse than the previous one. Lmao.

[itzgruvia]

A Juvia fact.

is that some of us ( cough cough antis) might think that Juvia doesn't care about her friends as much as she cares about Gray, which can be true sometimes because she loves him so much that sometimes she doesn't care but actually, Juvia does care about her friends , usually her unconditional love towards Gray is usually portrayed as comedy and nothing much.

the only serious romantic moments they had with each other is when Gray showed a serious concern or reaction towards her, for example when he saved her from the small dragons that shoot beaming lights and was about to speak to her about their situation but he died for a second and then forgot about it (stupid dragons).

However,Juvia Lockser does show care for her friends, she is an empath, she cries easily when it comes to a sad story (like when Mavis was telling them her story with Zeref), she is shown as a person who would give her life for her friends like that one time with Cana when she transformed herself into water and got an electeric shock just because she'd rather hurt herself than her friend, and keep in mind that they knew each other for a few weeks or less.

one of the main points that shows that Juvia isn't selfish, and who would kill innocent girls/Love rivals ,for Gray like some people assume, is with her fight in Tenrou Island with Meredy, the girl straight up said that she will kill Gray, and Juvia wasn't having it, so she became madly strong ( and that's also because feelings improve her powers) and fought her withought sweating.

if the claims about Juvia being a bloodthirsty fan girl or what some label it as Yandere in Japanese or Saesang in Korean, then she would have killed her right then, but no, Juvia limping from a broken leg, stood up and looked straight at her eyes and told her "if you have love, then you got to live", she gave Meredy a reason to keep on going, and it was love. some call it cheesy, or cringe or corny, only because those people don't know what love is, or are emotionally contisipated.

Love is important to Juvia, which makes her a unique character, she didn't end Meredy's life, she saved her life instead, she was mad but Juvia saw herself in that little girl, and she didn't want to squash her values just because she threatened to kill the love of her life, she thought maybe this little girl is scared, maybe she finds her life worthless, like she did before.

we can say that Gray was an inspiration, when he saved her life back then, and the sun hit her eyes, she realized that life is not meaningless if you have love to give, if you have someone waiting for you.

So Juvia isn't a Yandere, she might give that misunderstanding characteristics just because she is defensive against Lucy, but that's also for comedy and nothing much, it is shown that Juvia appreciates Lucy as her friend ( and we need more moments with these two fr).

Juvia Lockser is a very strong character, she has so much potential (and i still cling to the possibility of Mashima opening his eyes and realising that so he can reveal that potential)

Mina-

[companion-of-the-dragonmark]

Is Heather Based on a Book Character? (HTTYD)

Hello, my fellow Dragonmarkers! Today, we'll be talking about another character from the movie/TV franchise and the Books:

Could Heather be loosely based on a character from the books? 

(Warning: Spoiler Alert to those who haven't read the books at all, but consider this an opportunity to see if the books are worth reading, eh? ;-) )

Now, I might be 100% wrong on my theory, but I'm still going to present it, and leave to you, my audience, to determine whether or not this is plausible.

Unlike other characters in the movie/t.v. show whom many fans think are similar to certain book characters (cough, cough, Astrid, cough), Heather might possibly have more in common with her other half, Barbara the Barbarian: a minor character that we see only in the last book of the series, How to Fight a Dragon's Fury.

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My Theory | How Heather and Barbara Are Similar:

What makes me think that Heather and Barbara are connected, if somewhat loosely?

Well, let me give you a few reasons:

1) She's a daughter of a Chieftain. 

Both girls are daughters (or Princesses, as they're called in the books) of Chieftains — albeit Heather's the daughter of the late Chieftain of the Berserker Tribe, while Barbara is the daughter of the Chieftain of the Barbarian Tribe. They both have a level head on their shoulders and their equipment and even their dragons look somewhat similar, if loosely so.

They are also good leaders who lead their warriors well, and both of their fathers dote on them.

Both are superb fighters, being daughters of Chieftains. They are also intelligent, fierce, brave, kind, compassionate, and love their dragons dearly. 

2) Both seem to be brunettes (though Barbara's hair and eye color is never mentioned).

3) Barbara, like Heather, seems to not have a mother, though it's unclear whether the mother died or if she was just not mentioned. The HTTYD books only have a few mothers who are mentioned and shown: Bertha (Camicazi's mother), Valhallarama (Hiccup's mother), Termagant (Fishlegs' mother), Excellinor the Witch (Alvin the Treacherous's mother), and Chin-hilda (Hiccup the Second's mother). Oddly, women are sorely lacking in the books. Maybe it's just because of the Viking culture in her books. In Viking culture, women weren't often mentioned except in folklore and sagas.

4) Both are staunch supporters and allies of their respective Hiccup the Thirds. Heather is a trustworthy ally who's often shown alongside Hiccup and the Dragon Riders in Race to the Edge along with Dagur. 

She's always seen with the others around the Hearth giving suggestions and advice. Before she reconciled with Dagur, and when she lived with the Dragon Riders, she often flew with Hiccup and/or Astrid, and was usually the one to go with Hiccup and Astrid when he left to talk to someone — whether a villain or one of their allies.

She and Barbara have the utmost respect for their respective Hiccups and would gladly die for them if need be.

Barbara only nominated Alvin the Treacherous to be King of the Wilderwest, despite knowing the kind of person he was and having fought against him, and being Hiccup's follower, out of practical sense and battle fatigue, for the Vikings of the Wilderwest were close to extinction under the claws of the Dragons' Red-Rage Rebellion led by Furious, and she and everyone else had been fighting the dragons for two years at this point and were war-weary (even Vikings need a break from war once and a while). Only when evidence began to pop up that Hiccup is the Rightful Heir did she have hope again. 

She was also one of the Vikings who knelt before Hiccup to swear their swords for his service as their King. And when Hiccup was going to duel Furious, Barbara offered to lend him her cat to take into battle — whether as a weapon, a lucky charm, or both. 

And when Hiccup was in danger — and when Alvin incited the battle once again by breaking the Rules of Single Combat by entering the Ring when Hiccup and Furious were engaged so that he could steal the Dragon Jewel and kill Hiccup the Third for good — she flew on her dragon along with her comrades to enter the fray and showed great courage and bravery.

5) Both Heather and Barbara own battle horns.

Heather was given her horn as a gift from Hiccup's father Stoick when she was born. Perhaps Barbara did likewise, or her own father had given her it when she was older. As I've said, she's a minor character so not much is known about her at all; she's only shown in one book — the last one, and only in the middle of the last one. 

Heather uses her own to call Windshear to her if they ever get separated. It's also possible that she uses it to call to any allies that are close to her. Barbara seems to use her horn similarly.

In fact, in How to Fight a Dragon's Fury, it says in Page 241 that: "...She brought out her foghorn and blew on it several times, making such a loud noise that the cat's fur stood up like the quills on a sea urchin and she immediately bounced back onto Barbara's shoulder."

So she seems to use it for her pet cat (I believe it was mentioned that the Barbarian Tribe used cats into battle. No clue why, but they do).

Another reference in Page 450 — well after this point, close to the end of the story — when the Second Dragon-Human War was ended and the Vikings were celebrating the new peace and the return of the Kingdom of the Wilderwest. Unfortunately, being Vikings, their celebrating eventually moved into fighting and arguing, and Hiccup eventually asks Barbara for her horn in order to break it up.

Hiccup says: " 'In the meantime, I know what will stop them from arguing... Barbara," said Hiccup now, 'could I borrow your foghorn?' King Hiccup stood up on his Stone, and blew the foghorn as hard as he could. The thrilling sound of the foghorn, when blown at full blast, was so magnetically loud that it hit the ears like an electric shock..."

We actually see this when Heather blows her horn to call Windshear to her in Edge of Disaster Part 2 in Season 2 of RTTE. The sound is high-pitched and loud.

Yet another — and final — reference is in Page 455-456, where, as the Vikings are singing songs during the Feast, Hiccup asks Barbara if she'd like her horn back, to which she replied that "he'd better keep it, as she thought that he was going to need it." (Vikings being Vikings, after all). Heather doesn't do this, but I was basically showing where the horn came from.

Now, it could be that this is just a coincidence, and that this doesn't make Heather loosely based on Barbara the Barbarian. It could be that the horn is just a little reference from the books like the eyepiece (telescope) you see Hiccup and other characters use throughout the Dragons series.

6) Both girls are love interests of their respective Fishlegs characters.

That's right. I'm getting to the JUICY stuff now! lol 😎🍿

Now Fishlegs in the movie franchise is vastly (pun not intended) different from Fishlegs in the books. Fishlegs in the books is small and skinny like Hiccup and has asthma, eczema, a squint, a limp, and numerous allergies, including one to reptiles. He wears glasses. And has red hair. And his dragon is a Deadly Shadow, a dragon not unsimilar to the Snaptrapper dragon — much cooler than a Gronkle, as the Deadly Shadow is a faster flyer, deadlier, and is a Stealth Dragon.

Fishlegs in the movies is... beefier than Fishlegs in the books. He also doesn't really have any allergies aside from Gobber's earwax (which they only did for comedy effect and the episode actually referenced Fishlegs' allergy to reptiles in the books, though Fishlegs seems to have gotten over that allergy as the books wore on). He doesn't have glasses, having perfect vision. He doesn't limp, he's strong, and doesn't squint. And he doesn't have asthma. And it seems like he can swim just fine, whereas in the books Fishlegs was a terrible swimmer and was only able to swim when he saw that Hiccup was in danger. He also has blond hair, not red. And he's a nerd when it comes to dragons, whereas Fishlegs in the books is an up-and-coming poet and bard with only the general knowledge of dragons.

Basically, he's a WIMP.

Fishlegs in the books is also an orphan, unlike in the movie, and also, unlike Movie Fishlegs, Fishlegs in the books also turns out to be royalty, being the son of Termagant, daughter of a Murderous Chieftain, and Alvin the Treacherous, making him the third cousin (according to the HTTYD wiki) of Hiccup and Snotlout. In the movie, Alvin is of no relation to Stoick, Hiccup, Snotlout, and Fishlegs at all, and Fishlegs is of no relation, in turn, to Hiccup. In the books, Fishlegs is also part Berserker on his mother's side, whereas Fishlegs has no such lineage.

One last thing: Fishlegs in the books was love-struck whenever Barbara was around, and couldn't form a coherent sentence together nor could think straight, often fainting. Fishlegs in the films and series never show any of that when with Heather. However, Fishlegs's secret letters to Heather could actually be a reference from the books where Fishlegs writes a secret love letter to Barbara the Barbarian against Hiccup's wishes.

In other words, he's a SIMP. 😂

(Heathlegs by NightOwl374 on Tumblr — though the account isn't around anymore and you can only find these on Pinterest)

Now, there are those who hope that someday Fishlegs and Barbara get together (personally, I don't) like how Fishlegs and Heather do in RTTE. 

Another thing that the girls have in common is that both are older than their male counterparts — she is about a year or so (give or take a few months) older than Fishlegs, while Barbara is said, according to Camicazi, to be at least three years older than Fishlegs.

Two noticeable differences are, however, that 1) Fishlegs and Heather were a couple at one point, whereas with Fishlegs and Barbara, it was a one-sided attraction on Fishlegs' part and probably wouldn't be a thing regardless; and 2) both Barbara and Fishlegs were royalty, whereas only Heather is royalty and Fishlegs is just your average Joe (or IS HE? 😏).

But Fishlegs and Heather's relationship could've been a very loose reference to the possibility — and hope — of Fishlegs' infatuation with Barbara the Barbarian in the end of How to Fight a Dragon's Fury (come on, Cressida! Make us a sequel series!), and wanting Fishlegs to at least GET THE GIRL for once! lol 😂

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Anyway, this is all that I have for you concerning this. What do you guys think? Do you think that Heather could be loosely inspired by Barbara from the books? Or do you think that I'm making mountains out of ant-hills and that these are just a bunch of coincidences! Tell me what you guys think! 😏

Thank you everyone for reading this article! I hope you guys enjoyed reading it! Until next time, my fellow Dragonmarkers! Have a great weekend!

Long Live the Wilderwest!

— Companion of the Dragonmark

[scrollwyrm]

Chapter 1. Prisoner

Moon was a dragon who moved past her mistakes. She had felt regret and lived in her past for so long. How could she fall into a trancelike state and accidentally warn her father about the oncoming RainWing invasion? Because she was a seer. How could she learn every other dragon’s secrets? Because she was a mind reader. Was she doing it on purpose? No. None of that was her fault. So she was moving on from that. The RainWings had scattered after BattleWinner’s attack, years ago. She had only been two when she’d had the prophecy, but MorrowSeer had understood what it meant. His queen had gathered troops and preemptively ordered an assault on the RainWing village. 

There had been almost no casualties, and the RainWings had mostly escaped, disorganised, terrified, and isolated. Moon felt awful for them. They were a village, a whole tribe, of fruit-eating pacifists. Of course, the NightWings needed the rainforest. They were dying slowly from breathing poison every second of every day under the constant threat of being buried in fire and rock. But that didn’t make it okay. Not any of it. 

“Moon?” There he was. Her father. How had she not heard his thoughts behind her? Maybe she had, and she was just too lost in her own to notice. Not the dragon who lead the attack. But one of the many who had been forced to fight in it. How could she love a killer? More importantly, how could a killer act like such a good dragon, a good father, when Moon could almost smell the blood on his talons? And how could a killer be a dragon who had fought every step of the way to avoid becoming a killer in the end? “Are you still coming?” She nodded, walking faster down the dark wood floor of the corridor. Finally, as the wood corridor started to widen, she entered the room that was burned into her mind. She’d only been there three times before, but she saw it when she fell asleep and when she woke up. 

The small table with the warm orange lantern. The deep rich brown wood of the walls. The sad mess of black chains and padlocks. Nervously, she stepped up to the cell, wrapping her talons around the cold bars. A dragon with anxious green eyes just like Moon’s, and a dark birthmark on her chest that reminded her of the padlock the door was held by. SecretKeeper. That must have been why she was named that, Moon thought sadly. She was always destined to keep a secret. An impossible secret. And she was always destined to be locked behind bars for it. 

“Hello, mother. How have you been?” Moon tried to ignore the fear and helplessness that always bubbled up in her chest, like a padlock around her own heart, a broken patch of darkness just like her mother’s whenever she saw the old prisoner. MorrowSeer had always said that SecretKeeper was mad. To that, Moon would ask him why he’d married her. 

She turned to her father, who was standing wearily behind her, eyeing SecretKeeper with sadness and worry. “Would you mind if I talked to her alone for a while?” He nodded wordlessly, stepping back into the corridor and shutting the window behind him with a satisfying click. Quiet, worried thoughts about what SecretKeeper would say, or worse: think, to her swam across his mind. 

“Moon. How are you, my darling? You’re so much taller than I thought you would be. Just like your father, you know?” And I know you’ll betray me, just like he did. The undertone of bitterness in her voice was unmistakable, but the cold anger of her thoughts was so much worse. Moon sighed sadly. She knew SecretKeeper blamed her for everything, but it was always so painful to hear that knowledge affirmed in person. That was why MorrowSeer tried to minimise her interaction with her mother. Still, Moon always pestered him to let her go back. She felt like if SecretKeeper would just say that it was okay, that it wasn’t all Moon’s fault, that she had been wrong, it would all suddenly be true. 

[fr3sh-tragedies]

I Appreciate It

[Raya and the Last Dragon] Raya x Female Reader

Summary: You're the reason Raya's enjoying her life, and she wants to make sure you know she appreciates it.

Word Count: 6.52k Content + Warnings: Fear of rejection Category: Fluff || One-shot

[A/N]: Wrote this in one sitting and, as usual, didn't proofread it, so apologies in advance if some things don't make sense.

Enjoy!

A few steps away from her bed, a small set of hooks had been bolted in the wall to offer a supported display for Raya’s sword. She often kept it there now that serenity had been returned to Kumandra, having no practical use for it other than decoration. When she would go out training, whether she was on her own or not, she’d take it down just long enough for said occasion. Although there had been structures set after the attack of the Druun to prevent another fall into despair, thieves and bandits were still often left to their own devices, which drove them to the last resort of trying to attack or invade surrounding lands.

Heart just so happened to be one of the parts of Kumandra that drew the most attention. Raya figured it was because of the tales that had been beginning to spread about how peace was restored to the land again. Although the gem of Sisu had been broken, it was still the target of many thieves, regardless of the fact it had no proper use now that the dragons had been resurrected. “I guess I could understand why they still want it,” Raya once mumbled to you, standing by your side as she cradled the fractured orb in her hands. “It drove the Druun away for so long. It’s how Namaari and I were able to escape with our lives and rescue everyone in Fang.”

Even though attacks were taken care of easily and were slowly becoming less frequent, Raya still took it upon herself to make sure she was ready for whatever might come her way. With help from her Ba, she began to train the children who wanted to help defend Kumandra as a whole. Despite the five lands having returned to solidarity with one another, there were still the threats of the world outside of their borders. Armies were still formed over time and were placed on high alert to keep the people safe.

Raya spent three days out of each week to help train the younger generations, but she always made sure to reserve time for herself to keep her skills sharp. Though most of the reason was to ensure she would still be ready for the inevitable, part of it was to give her something to do throughout the day, something to keep herself busy. Often, she would invite you with her when she’d train solo, and as she meandered over to the makeshift shelf on her wall and lifted her sword from its pegs, that day was no different.

Slipping out of her bedroom and down the hall, she greeted each person she passed, the corners of her lips tugged upwards gleefully as her excitement to see you grew with each step. She did her best to suppress the twinge of queasiness making itself known in the pit of her stomach when recalling the entirety of her plan.

She had met you back when she was twelve, specifically right after being thrown into the river by her Ba. Wrecked with fatigue by the time she washed up close to the shore, her eyes had begun to shut against her will, the grip she had on the broken piece of the dragon gem faltering, and her arms and legs tiring of the constant battle against the frigid waves. Her vision was beginning to blur, voice breaking as she called out for help. Still, she fought to stay awake, able to feel the tips of her fingers grazing against the sand decorating the shoreline.

Her body had barely made it far enough to rest only partially against the land before it gave in beneath her. The waves once again swept her underneath, quick gasps and coughs her response as she once again began to thrash to the surface. The little bit of adrenaline she had left burned to life beneath her skin, and it only worsened when she felt something grasp roughly at her arm and pull. Once she was finally able to lift her head from under the water again, her brows furrowed together as she tried to squint through the bleariness blocking her vision.

When the figure ahead of her pulled her ashore and dragged her far enough away to avoid being stolen by the river again, it clicked in her head that she was being helped. The figure hovered over her as she laid there on her back underneath the blackening sky littered with stars. She couldn’t move any of her limbs in that moment, and ultimately she ended up passing out, her fingers finally releasing the broken gem once her eyes fell shut.

The next morning, she awoke to find herself violently coughing up the water from before. Her fingers had clutched desperately against her chest as she finally gasped for air, the pain subsiding only after the sputtering had come to an end. Groaning, she finally managed to pry open her eyes and stare down at the mixture of water and vomit beneath her on the sand. A grimace was her only reaction as she tried to recall all that had happened.

Her head turned upon remembering the shattered dragon gem, eyes trailing over the shore for the piece she had been handed before her Ba had tossed her and left her crashing through the surface of the river she used to admire. Fearful, her eyes widened when she couldn’t spot the glowing part of all that had been left behind by Sisu. With a panicked grunt, she forced herself to her feet, grasping at the side of her head in pain and hissing as she stumbled forward.

“Hey, be careful,” a sudden voice chimed in from beside her, a hand landing on her shoulder and prompting her to jolt and spin on her heel to face the owner. Instantly fixing herself into a stance of defense, Raya found herself staring ahead at a girl, no older than herself. You. You had clearly been startled by her motions as well and shakily stepped back, holding your hands up in surrender as you fought against your nerves. “Who are you?” She had asked immediately, eyes flickering across your body and finding a plethora of scratches and bruises, and when she briefly glanced down at herself, she found she was in the same state. You gave her your name in reply, then pulled at the satchel you had fixated over your shoulder until it slid off. “Here,” you murmured, arms outstretched to offer her the bag.

Curiously, she continued to glare at you. You were just a young girl like her, surely you were no threat. ‘No,’ she reminded herself. ‘Namaari’s my age too, and look at what she did.’ With a movement too quick for you to register right away, she snatched the satchel out of your hands and stepped a decent distance away to peer into it. Surprised to find the gem she had been looking for inside, she finally turned her attention back to you, expectantly waiting for you to explain yourself.

“You were holding it when I pulled you out of the water,” you started. “I just wanted to make sure it wouldn’t draw any attention, so I put it in there. It should make it easier to carry it around now, too.” Her features now riddled with confusion, she fully turned to face you again. “Why didn’t you try to steal it?” “Why would I?” She hummed, eyeing you. Maybe you were just a girl. Maybe you really weren’t a threat.

Still, she huffed and tucked the gem back inside before shutting the satchel. After lifting it over her head and slipping it over her shoulder, she turned around, glancing at her surroundings to try and understand where she was. “Where are you going?” You asked, finally gathering the courage to step up beside her. With a small hint of distrust glistening in her eyes, she glared back at you. “I have to get the rest of the pieces of Sisu’s gem back,” she replied, lifting her head to focus back on the land ahead. “But I’ll need to grab something from Fang first.”

She had only gotten to take a few steps forward before you spoke again.

“Could I come with you?”

“Why would you want to do that?”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

“What I’m going to do isn’t safe.”

“Well, staying here where the Druun could find me isn’t safe either, is it?”

You stepped forward then, planting your hands together and bowing your head as a sign of respect as you plead. “Please, take me with you. I don’t know where to go. My family was taken by the Druun, and I don’t know what else I could do.”

Silence fell between the two of you, her steps faltering before stopping as she turned to face you once more. Briefly, you could see her glance into the distance behind you before her shoulders slumped down in defeat, paired with a heavy sigh. “Okay, fine, but you’d better be good at fighting,” she mumbled. A groan slipped past her lips when you admitted you had no idea how to do so.

“Guess I’ll have to teach you.”

You followed her around for a bit. She had to spend a few weeks making her way back to Heart to gather supplies, and while she was there, she grabbed a few things she knew she would need, including her Ba’s sword. When she unsheathed it to ensure it was still intact, she couldn’t help the smile that graced her lips when she noticed you staring at it in awe. “You know how to use that?” She shrugged. “Not really, but I’ll have to learn. Come on, we’ve got to find something for you to use, too.”

Even though it was irritating at first to have to spend time training you as well as herself, as well as finding ways to feed the two of you and seek out shelter, Raya had learned to appreciate your company over the years. By the time Sisu had been brought back and everything was finally brought back to normal, she had grown to trust you with her life. And with the help of Sisu and Namaari (i.e. their relentless teasing during festivals and meetings), she realized with even more time that she had fallen for you as well.

Now that Kumandra was brought together as one again, training became more of a way for her to stay busy and to reminisce on how she helped teach you to fight. Even during the first session you had spent with her, she remembered the way you threw out compliments and words of encouragement with her fighting style and skill. It was one of the things she looked forward to most now: she wasn’t necessarily one to flaunt her talents to others, but you seemed to be the one exception.

She adored seeing the pure admiration in your eyes, prideful to know that it was caused by her. The few times when you weren’t able to join her, she’d often end up calling it quits within a relatively short amount of time. It wasn’t just the look in her eyes that she loved – it was also your praise. When you’d join in and spar against her, you’d still compliment her different tactics. She had gotten used to teasing remarks and insults when fighting Namaari as she had traveled to find the dragon gem’s missing pieces years before. It was always refreshing to have someone be so positive.

Your positivity was one of the main things that had drawn her to you. Growing up and trying to survive together over those six years brought the two of you close to each other very quickly. You had to put trust in one another, especially with how close you had to physically be in case of the attack of the Druun. Raya carried the gem rather than you, so she wanted you to stay by her side at all times to make sure she could protect you.

When the festivities had been held as Kumandra came together again the day Raya was reunited with her Ba, she had eventually ended up climbing to the top of the stone palace in Heart, needing a bit of time alone to fully solidify for herself that everyone was back. It wasn’t long after she had sat down to gaze out at the open sea before you joined her, murmuring small complaints to yourself about the dress you had chosen to wear for the event being hosted just below.

She laughed softly as you sat down beside her and plucked out stray branches and wiped away patches of dust from the skirt of your dress. “Didn’t think you’d be able to make it up here in that thing,” she blurted, eyeing the small tears she could see at the hems of your sleeves and skirt. “I nearly didn’t,” you responded, running a hand down your face before lying down on your back and trying hard to catch your breath. After a moment where she could only gaze down at you, she leaned back until she was lying by your side. With her fingers laced together and resting on her stomach, her focus landed above on the sky.

“I can’t believe it’s over now,” she mumbled, eyes closing as she delighted in the cool breeze against her skin. A hum left you in reply, combined with a small, almost unnoticeable nod. You shuffled over, similarly to how you did on the colder nights when warmth was scarce, and let your head move to rest on her shoulder, rolling onto your side to get more comfortable. “Neither can I.”

She was grateful that the light provided by the moon was so dim, too dim to see the way her face darkened with color at your closeness. It wasn’t anything new to have you by her side, but it felt so much more intimate in that moment than before. There was no threat nearby, nor were there any icy winds nipping away at your skin, and yet there you were: curled up against her side with your head leaning snugly on her shoulder. “What do you think we’ll do now?” You asked softly, letting your hand fidget with the edge of her bust-wrap poking out beneath her vest, failing to see how she tensed – almost bristled – at the contact.

“I don’t know,” she stammered. With a bit of hesitation, she slipped one of her hands into the one you had been using to toy with her clothes. “I just want you to be there with me.”

“Oh. Hey, Raya! What’re you doing here?” She blinked, finally coming out of her memories and back to her senses. Somehow, she had made it to your house without realizing it, too caught up in her thoughts. “Hey, just wanted to see if you’re ready to come with me for training.” You nodded. You had clearly been tidying up your place before she arrived, which was evident from the small basket of laundry you were carrying outside. “Yeah, just let me hang these up real quick to dry.” As you set the basket down and started to pick out different pieces of clothing, she stepped over and leaned down to grab a few herself. “Oh, you don’t have to help.”

Smiling with a shake of her head, she moved over to the clothesline and helped you pin up the few blouses you had after finishing her own. “I don’t mind.” When you grinned at her, her own smile widened. “Are you doing this out of the kindness of your heart, or are you just wanting me to hurry up?” Your words elicited a chuckle from her, making her shake her head again. “A little bit of both,” she admitted. “But it’s only because I have something planned for us after training that we have to do before the sun sets.”

Now filled with curiosity, you raise a brow at her and lean over. “Oh? What is it?” “It’s a surprise. I can’t tell you yet.” With a fake pout, you crossed your arms, watching her as she pinned your last blouse to the clothesline. “You’re no fun,” you replied, making her roll her eyes and playfully bump your shoulder. “You know that’s not true.”

“Oh, do I now?” Her fingers gently wrapped themselves around your hand as she pulled you to begin the short journey towards her usual training spot. “Yes, you do.” As you were tugged along, you eventually moved to walk beside her, shifting your hand in hers until your fingers laced together. Unlike months before, the reddening of her face was visible underneath the blazing heat of the sun. Had there not been a chill in the air, you would’ve figured it was caused by the rays casting down and conducting the dances made by the deep shadows beneath trees and behind the homes surrounding your own. She had no way to hide it now without turning away, which she didn’t want to do.

If she turned away, she wouldn’t be able to glance over at you and admire every little feature adorning your face, which she wanted nothing more than to cradle and pepper in kisses. Although she didn’t appreciate the visibility of her flustered skin, she was grateful for the sunlight at the same time. The softness of the light graced over every part of you that she could see, and for a moment she found herself staring at you rather than where she was going. You had to guide her around a few rocks and stumps until she managed to look away again.

When she did, she could see the small field ahead that she was aiming for. “We’re almost there,” she informed you, arching an eyebrow when you laughed. “Yeah, I know. I’m not the one who’s been looking everywhere but where she’s going.” This time she did turn away, only to hide the way the red dusting her cheeks brightened at your words. She cleared her throat a moment after and hummed, rubbing the tips of her fingers together on her free hand as she thought of what to say. “I just got distracted,” was all she was able to say.

“I could tell,” you replied nonchalantly. With a teasing shove, she scoffed. You laughed at her actions and she smiled, eyes softening once they met yours and tensed shoulders finally drooping back down. Once your head turned to the side to look up and over at the trees dancing almost overhead, she could feel the corners of her lips faltering. Although she would never admit it out loud, she wished you were as desperate to look her way as she was just to catch even a glimpse of you.

She admired every part of you, big or small, and silently she wondered to herself if you felt the same about her. The two of you had a bond that couldn’t be formed with any other. Being hardened by survival growing up, combined with only being able to rely on each other for years, you often found yourself leaning on her for support or even just for company, and she did the same. Just your presence alone was often enough to calm her and soothe her of her worries. Half of the time you didn’t even have to speak. Just having you near was enough.

You were a beacon of hope to her – one of internal and external beauty that she would never tire of. Even though your features had changed and matured over the course of growing up, she found herself loving each one the same. Your eyes were ones she could find herself getting lost in with ease, your nose was always her favorite place to poke or tap whenever she felt like teasing you, your lips looked perfect when they’d curve up into one of your stunning smiles she always tried to cause. She adored everything about you.

She loved you, and she wondered if you felt the same.

And although she was tense beyond belief about it, she would find out if you did later on that night.

“Hey, we’re here,” you stated suddenly, snapping her out of her small trance. Looking up and around, she nodded, realizing you were right. Centered in the empty field were a few makeshift props Raya had set up to practice her aim.

Outside of the training targets, the grass was vibrant and lively, recently trimmed specifically for an open space Raya could train in. Colorful wildflowers freckled the small plot of land. Droplets from the previous day’s rain decorated a few petals, which helped reflect the sunlight from above. From a distance, the flowers would simply look like specks of color below small sparkles. At the farthest end of the field rested a short row of large teak trees, where you often sat to watch her in the shade. On the days you weren’t there, she couldn’t help but picture you resting underneath those trees, drawing in the loose dirt or toying with one of her spare weapons like you usually did.

“Do you feel like sparring with me this time?” She asked, trying to conceal the hope in her tone. For a moment, you glanced over and eyed the small crate of extra tools and weapons she kept stationed in the field. A frown formed on her lips when you shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m kind of tired from cleaning all day. Maybe next time we can come here in the morning or something so I can join in.” Regardless of her disappointment, she nodded in response and watched as you made your way over to the trees. She trailed behind you and unfastened her cloak, which she then handed to you after sliding it from her shoulders.

Neatly, you folded it up and set it in your lap upon sitting down. When she turned and stepped away a bit to stretch, you felt the pads of your fingers softly pinching part of the fabric of her cloak between them, grinning down at the softness of it. Each time you saw it, you remembered how she’d drape it over your shoulders when you’d start to shiver, even now that you weren’t left to fend for yourselves. During those colder nights spent trying to recover the stolen pieces of Sisu’s gem, even if she was sat in front of you to lead Tuk Tuk ahead, she’d stop and take it off, turning to you and helping you wrap it comfortably around yourself.

On the rare occasion you were both able to rest for the night, she’d find an abandoned home or outhouse and pull you inside, asking Tuk Tuk to keep watch in the meantime. She’d sit down and lean against one of the walls before inviting you to sit with her. Even though you’d start off resting beside her with your head on her shoulder, you’d always wake up to find yourself seated in her lap, which she claimed she only insisted on so you could both rest under her cloak. “I don’t want to freeze to death, okay?” “Yeah, I got that, but why do I have to be in your lap?” “We need all the warmth we can get, including body heat.”

You knew that was true, but you never bought that as being the only reason she pulled you onto her each time. Regardless of how truthful she was being, you never complained, instead opting to tease her about it. After a while of this, you realized she had taken notice of your liking towards the warmth it provided either way. Each time you would so much as tremble, she’d immediately be reaching her arm towards you with the cloak in her hand, offering it to you without hesitation.

Some nights you’d find yourself keeping yourself warm with it as you slept instead of your blankets. It didn’t technically belong to you, but it quickly became one of your favorite articles of clothing.

Smiling to yourself, you finally looked up from the cloak in your lap and let your eyes land over on her already striking one of the targets with her heel, grunting and stepping back to shift her weight before lunging forward again with a similar attack.

As the blows she landed on the small target continued, you began to let out small cheers to encourage her, which she turned to you and smiled at before returning to her motions. That same smile never left her lips, even as she switched to her sword and started slashing. After cupping your hands by the sides of your mouth, you shouted a few more words of praise, watching with glee at the way her confidence in her movements visibly grew.

You must’ve sat there for an hour or two before she finally hunched over, supporting her weight by planting her hands on her knees as she panted for breath. After she straightened up again and you stood to join her, she lifted her head and checked where the sun was in the sky. When you made it to her side, she smiled at the sight of you with her cloak now draped around your shoulders. “What did you have planned for afterwards?” You asked, reminding her of the very thing that was forcing her nerves to spike in her chest.

“You’ll see soon enough, I promise. That’s where we’re headed now, but I do have to ask: are you up for a bit of a climb?”

Very briefly, Raya returned with you to her bedroom to drop off her sword and change into something more comfortable before heading back out. It didn’t take long for you to realize where you were being led. As you tilted your head back to stare up and watch Raya beginning to climb up the stone curve of the palace, you couldn’t help but sigh. Your body was already worn out and sore from cleaning and feeding the livestock all day, and while the couple of hours spent watching Raya train was a nice break, it surely didn’t take away the fatigue melting over you with each passing second.

She noticed you hadn’t started to follow her up and turned to glance down at you. “You coming?” “Yeah,” you started in reply, running your hands down your face before stationing your hands against the rocky surface, “but you’re carrying me back down.” A small laugh escaped her as she shook her head, turning back around and resuming her climb. Grunts erupted from your throat as you hoisted yourself farther up the steep structure. Your body screamed at you to stop, begging for some sort of relief. By the time you made it up, Raya had knelt down and helped pull you the rest of the way to the top.

You rolled over onto your back, arms sprawled out by your sides as you desperately tried to catch your breath, barely able to hear Raya chuckle again over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. “Are you really gonna die on me right now from a simple climb?” She teased, sitting beside you and leaning over to look down at you. “You never had trouble like this before.” The backs of your knuckles lightly swatted at her arm in response. “It’s been three years since I’ve had to climb anything like this,” you muttered with a small roll of your eyes. “Give me a break. I’m not in shape like I used to be.”

Silence met you instead of the teasing remark you were halfway expecting. You were hesitant to open your eyes, worried you’d find her glaring down at you with disdain because of your state. Eventually, you managed to convince yourself anyway, and your eyes flitted open only to find her gazing back down at you with one of the softest expressions you’ve ever seen on her. The sight of her admiration-filled eyes and warm smile made your heart thunder even louder, hammering against your ribs almost painfully as color crept up to your cheeks.

For a moment, you only stared at each other, too enveloped in the fondness that wrapped around your hearts to tear the attention away from one another. Her lips parted as though she was going to speak, though nothing came out. A hum left her instead, and she finally turned her head to look over at the sun setting in the distance. You sat up under her gaze once it returned to you, breath hitching and trembling when her hand slid forward against the grass and took yours into her own.

“I want to show you something.”

You followed her without question as she pulled you to your feet and led you over toward the opposite edge. Upon sitting back down, Raya motioned forward, prompting you to follow her line of sight until you were met with a sight worth remembering. The late hour of the evening was bringing the sun lower to the horizon, partially hidden away already. The gentle waters surrounding Heart were littered with small boats that rocked almost hypnotically in sync.

Waves usually soaked with deep hues of blue were now painted shades of red and orange from the softening glow of the sunlight. As the ocean swallowed up the sun, the water below darkened slowly into purple before growing murky and black like the sky hovering just above, mirroring the specks of light from the stars and the moon. The sunlight almost seemed to remain above the sea as the fishermen lit their lanterns, brightening the glow dancing along the waves.

Awestruck by the sight, you failed to notice Raya now turning herself towards you. It wasn’t until her hand grazed over your forearm that you were brought back to your senses. You turned to her, letting your eyes drop down to where her fingers traced random patterns into your skin. “Raya?” It seemed she couldn’t meet your eye anymore, making you wonder to yourself if you had done something to upset her. The sight of her smile returning eased you.

“Do you like the view? I would’ve brought you here sooner, but I wanted to wait until the sky was clear.” Her voice sounded different than what you were used to. It sounded gentle – vulnerable – and almost scared. It helped very little to soothe her with a nod, but you weren’t sure what to say. Something felt different about the way she was acting.

“Is everything okay?” Was all you could come with, turning your body to face her properly as well. Her head dipped down briefly, chest rising as she sucked in a deep breath. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Just a little nervous.” You supposed the gentle chuckle she let out was an attempt to lighten the mood, though it didn’t have the same effect, instead making her seem even more worried. “You gonna kill me or something?” It was relieving to hear her finally laugh genuinely at your words and shake her head. “No, no, of course not. I could never.”

Shivers ran down your spine as she slid her hands down your forearm and across your wrist in order to cushion your hand in hers. It was easy to feel the roughness of her palms, scarred with callouses, and yet the way in which she touched your skin felt so tender. “I just wanted to be alone with you where no one could find us.” “Mm, still kind of sounds like you’re gonna kill me.” “Oh, for the love of – I’m not going to kill you,” she laughed again, jokingly swatting your shoulder. “Just relax, okay? No one is getting murdered, I swear.

“I just–” Her attention fell back down to where her hands met yours, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she fought for the right words. When nothing came from her, you followed her eyes down to find her thumb caressing the back of your hand. Slowly, almost painfully, she lifted your hand until her lips met your knuckles, sending a jolt of surprise through your veins and instantly bringing the color back to your face. When she lowered your hand and finally looked up at you, there was something in her eyes you couldn’t quite pinpoint. “There are some things I want to make sure you know.”

Too flustered by the unexpected action, you could only nod, wanting her to continue. Her eyes flickered down to the small bit of your skin she had kissed before shifting to the sea. “For starters, I want you to know that I’m glad you were with me those six years. If you hadn’t been there, Tuk Tuk and I probably would’ve taken longer to get around. That, and I wouldn’t have been as warm at night. I know I said I only held you like that on those nights to stay warm, but I’m pretty sure you saw it for what it was.”

She shrugged. “Well, that’s why I suggested sleeping like that at first, but I bet you realized that wasn’t entirely true after a while. I liked being that close to you. I still like being that close to you. I mean, you make me feel safe, and happy, and seen, and I just,” she sighed. Her words couldn’t conceal the fact that her hands had started to tremble. Ever so quietly, your name rolled off her tongue, and you met her eye once you looked back up at her. “I want you to know that I love you. I have for a long time now, but I’ve honestly just been too afraid to tell you. I don’t know if you feel the same way, and I didn’t want to make things awkward between us in case you say no, but I have to get it off my chest.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but I had to let you know sooner or later.” Had your eyes not already been wide from the new feeling of her fingers tracing over your skin before, they would’ve widened at her confession. “If, by some miracle, you do feel the same, I’ll be entirely yours so long as you’ll promise to be mine.”

You watched almost helplessly as the pads of her fingers caressed where she had kissed your hand, silently hoping to yourself that she would do it again. She regained your attention by repeating your name. “Every future I see for myself, you’re in it. Even though I’ve made you my wife in most of those futures, all I really want is to make sure you know that I appreciate every little thing you do. I love everything about you, inside and out, and all I can hope for – regardless of what your answer is – is that I’ll be able to make you feel as important and loved as you’ve made me feel.”

The sound of the waves hitting the shore below, the distant cries and songs of the birds, the rustling of the leaves as they danced with the steady gusts of winds – all of it fell upon deaf ears as you focused entirely on Raya’s words. You had suspected these feelings from her before, but had always instantly told yourself it was merely just your own feelings blinding you of reality. To hear her admit that what you were hoping for was true made you dizzy.

You gawked at her, mouth agape, and stayed silent. As the seconds passed, the glimmer of anticipation began to dim in her eyes. It seemed your silence had confirmed your answer for you, even though it wasn’t at all what you had wanted to convey. Disappointed, her head lowered and her hands slid away from yours, falling to her lap and picking frantically at each other. Even still, as your brain screamed at you to say something, you couldn’t form the words. The sight of her shoulders trembling and a few drops falling from her eyes finally coerced your mind to work again.

“I’ll be yours.”

For a moment, it didn’t seem like your words registered in her mind at all. You were ready to repeat yourself, assuming she hadn’t heard you, but were stopped by her head lifting in an instant and her eyes meeting yours. “Really?” Your heart fluttered at the shakiness in her voice, and once again your thoughts were reduced into silence, resorting to a nod. It felt like all of the guilt from making her cry before instantly lifted when a smile broke back out onto her lips. Her hands once again reached forward to take yours into her own, and although the sudden motion startled you, you didn’t resist her touch.

“You’ll be mine?”

You beamed, timidly lowering your head with another nod.

“Yes.”

Using the advantage of already having you in her grasp, she pulled you forward as she shifted onto her knees, letting her head move to rest against your shoulder as she held you close. Her hands left yours, one of them grasping at your blouse and the other moving to rest against the nape of your neck. “And I’ll be yours,” she promised, ignoring every part of her that wanted to stay there and instead leaning back to look at you again. “I love you. So, so much. I can’t tell you how long I’ve been wanting to say that to you, and I can’t tell you how happy I am to know that I can tell you that whenever I want without worrying how you’ll react now.”

Your excitement mirrored hers, the smile on your face widening. “I love you, too. More than you could ever know.”

For the countless time that night, she linked your hands with hers, now grasping them firmly as the new sensation of unknown excitement flooded over all of her senses. The space between you fell silent again, though it was comfortable this time. The wonder of whether or not the other woman felt the same was finally relieved after so long, and you were now both content in just sitting together without sharing another word, reveling in the realization that you were officially together.

It took a moment for you to recall her specific choice of words. When it clicked in your head, you raised a brow and smirked to hide how giddy it made you feel, your eyes wandering up to her face again. “So,” you started, instantly catching her attention. “You plan on making me your wife in most of those futures, huh?”

She stiffened as if she had completely forgotten she had admitted those fantasies so bluntly. Still, she couldn’t deny it. “Yeah. I’ve been dreaming of those futures specifically for a while, honestly.” You chuckled, returning her sentiment from earlier and lifting one of her hands to your lips, eagerly peppering each of her knuckles with kisses.

“Well, with time, we can make those dreams a reality.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Started on: September 28th, 2024

Finished on: September 28th, 2024

[ilikemicrowaves]

WHY CARNELIAN SHOULD HAVE LIVED

@whymori @kiwiwisdeathday

Character recap for people who don't analyze Carnelian:

Carnelian was a skywing who attended JMA for only 3 days before being killed in an accidental explosion in the history cave done by Sora of the mudwings. Formerly she was a child soldier under Queen Ruby and claimed she would kill Scarlet herself if she was alive. In Moon Rising, Moon listend to her thoughts about how she seen education as a punishment and hoped that Queen Ruby would let her drop out to become a general and protect the palace, again proving her loyalty to Ruby. She had "blood-soaked dreams" and judged dragons depending on there battle skills. She didn't like dragons or making friends. She earned Umbers respect after she realized they had possibly fought in the war, side by side. Although her timid and harsh personality, she was actually really insecure about herself and thought the dragons around her found her stupid as well as her life goals.

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This, is a type of character I would want to read about. I was so excited to learn about Carnelian reading Moon Rising, each page she got I enjoyed every bit of it and couldn't wait to see how her and Moon's relationship would turn out. Until I got to the cave explosion announcing her and Bigtails death... Like, come on Tui, you can't just write a really interesting character who's character arc would be really cool and then toss them aside! Moon Rising is still great, one of my favorite books. I just really wish Carnelian was kept alive or atleast longer more than not even half a book.

If I could rewrite the cave scene, yes, I would explode Carnelian but Instead of killing her off, I would make it to where she was extremely injured. Thus, making her disabled, and this would be good for wof to have more disabled representations in the series because there's only like 2 disabled characters out of the hundreds of existing ones.

When Darkstalker is manipulating Moon when she was trying to sleep, he claims he had a vision of Carnelian carelessly killing Kinkajou because she was being to annoying. Which yes, this could be true, but has anyone considered that maybe Darkstalker was lying? He could've only said this to manipulate Moon that her powers are a gift instead of a curse. Speaking of Moonwatcher, her relationship with Carnelian would have been really interesting to watch playout.

Carnelian to other dragons is a rude, narracistic dragon, when really she's aware she is not as smart as others, and has created this sort of mask to hid it by fighting and picking on others to not just appear confident and bigger, but to make her feel better about herself. No other dragons know this, but Moonwatcher. Moonwatcher is a kind dragon, so most likely she would try to be nice to Carnelian instead of assuming she's just a mean person.

And Carnelian doesn't see Moon as a weak dragonet, she was actually impressed by her hunting skills when she caught that goat.

But Moonwatcher isn't the only dragon who would be willing to approach Carnelian, Umber. Umber was confident enough to point out the fact that he thought him and Carnelian had fought in war together, atleast trying to appear friendly and say, "hey, i recognize you, maybe we could be mutuals." When cleary she was acking grumpy and angry to try and repel everyone from approaching her. This simple action of Umber's made Carnelian realize that she may have allies here.

I wouldn't expect Umber and Carnelian to immediately become friends but rather Carnelian finding comfort that she has an alley. Maybe even warming up to him and putting effort to hang out with him and Turtle. It's even shows in the books before her death that she was slightly trying to be friendly with others. When Winter was asking Moon about Bandit, Carnelian joked that he might be delicious, and it's unclear if she was serious. But, in this scene she is more social when we first met her, not pushing or name-calling dragons like before. So this could indicate that she is trying to be a tiny bit friendly but also still stern. I'm not saying that her and Winter would become absolute best friends but have a mutual respect for each other in some way.

And WHY is nobody talking about how Carnelian and Peril have a past?? Like, HELLO?? When Peril arrives at the school Carnelian is convinced that Peril would never harm her. And Tui just leaves it at that without ANY explanation? Where they friends? Rivals? LOVERS? I highly doubt that last but it gives potential to all the Carnelian x Peril fans out there so many ideas (honestly, I've only seen like 3 people that ship this and I hope you guys are having a nice dinner eating your crumbs.((do you guys even have ship name for them?))

The amount of fanfic ideas I have in my head for a Carnelian lives au is insane tho, and I have many doodles of all of them together. I just want to read and look at content where the school was ran properly and that nobody died. Happy trauma babies learning trust and the magic of friendship :D but if anybody would like to see content of the Carnelian lives au, I am in progress of writing a fanfic right now for it, so stay tuned my Carnelian lovers.

[greeenchrysanthemums]

Your GG AU is so cool I love it so much! Could I request some random Cleo facts?

Thank you! And, yes, of course!

Cleo is a blacksmith who Grian met after his little heist on the castle for supplies failed. She believed in his cause, so she offered to start supplying him with the weaponry he needed under the table.

She heard about the incident through Bdubs, the royal gardener who can't seem to keep his mouth shut. The two of them have been friends since they were children, and they both have a habit of gossiping, which makes Bdubs job at the castle very beneficial to the both of them.

They lost their eye to an infection as a child and had it replaced with a glass one, though they only wear it to interact with customers because they find it to be very uncomfortable. She likes telling grand stories about how she lost it, as well. She was a soldiers, she was a pirate, she fought a dragon or some other manner of monster, etc etc. Their story changes every time, and they enjoy watching people struggle to figure out if it is the truth or not.

Both of her parents, as well as her grandfather, died to the same disease that took her eye, so she was raised by her grandmother. She inherited her business from her grandmother after the elderly woman retired. The two of them live right out of the shop; there is a room in the back that has everything they need in it.

Her and Gem have an. interesting relationship. Gem knows they are up to some shady business that is in some way related to Grian, but she can never prove it; and Cleo thinks it is too fun to tease her with just enough information that she knows she's right but still can't pin them with anything. Gem finds her frustrating and irritating, but she also respects her for her strong personality.

When Cleo first met Etho she thought he was insufferable because he was silent and hard to read, but as they spent more time together, she came to think of him as her best friend within the resistance. She often supplies him with the more intricate pieces for his creations, the parts he is unable to forge himself or is too lazy to. He brings them plans, and they make stuff for him. This includes parts for weaponry and music boxes alike.

Cleo is in no way a fighter. She can wield a sword, but just well enough to defend herself and nothing more. If it came down to it, she would be far more likely to run away than engage in a fight. She is not involved in any of the active resistance efforts, she very much is just there to be their arms dealer.

[momspren]

I just finished Alchemy of Souls, and... My gosh. Y'all were right. What an epic incredible journey. What delicious narrative payoff for everything that everyone went through. I can't believe we got satisfying death scenes for four separate main (good) characters that would have made sense (while still being gut wrenchingly tragic), and then they all LIVED in a way that was narratively interesting but not implausible. They got their happy endings, and we got to see the big bad guy literally immolate and then the good guy went and fought a DRAGON as the final boss battle.

Every character had an arc that made sense and brought them to their end (or their new beginning) poetically and just beautifully. All of the characters were interesting and I appreciated that everyone who had a distinct character arc got the chance to shine in the final episodes. Their journeys mattered.

I was actually blindsided by the fact that Jin Mu had a SECOND secret society he had been cultivating of members of the Unanimous Assembly, but in retrospect they were awfully united about huge changes (stripping power from a whole group, taking the ice stone from UK, etc) that a group like that is designed to NOT be unanimous about, because then they will only make big moves like that when it is really, really necessary.

The storytelling was so beautiful. I truly didn't think that Uk was going to be so unselfish. Before the reveal that Bu-Yeon needed to stay because the future with the fire bird was going to happen no matter what, I fully expected an ending where they decided that Bu-Yeon had just as little claim to the body as Naksu, and she either left on her own or turned out to be another person seeking eternal life at the cost of others and she would need to be expelled. I didnt expect Uk and Naksu to actually decide that they would adhere to the greater good and let Naksu fade away, just spending their last moments together. That hurt.

Shoutout to Master Lee for getting those two married when he got the freaking chance. As soon as he got them alone in the mountains again he was like "I am not putting up with you two dancing around each other for a second longer, you are getting married IMMEDIATELY" and I respect him so much for that

It's a happy ending, but it didn't come cheap. Everyone was willing to give up everything to make it happen, and everyone's sacrifice MATTERED to the plot. One sacrifice paved the way for another sacrifice which paved the way for another sacrifice until the world was saved. They couldn't have done it without ALL of them.

The story was a bunch of people who were petty, or broken, or self righteous, and all of them incredibly lonely, coming together and growing to the point where they believed in a good and kind and beautiful world enough that they undoomed the narrative.

[justasussybitch]

Picturing LFL au where Luke did manage to escape with Shiera that day. Imagining Luke offering to inter Aemond on driftmark rather then have him killed.

Everyone thinking it’s some weird guilt thing or a devotion to the seven he must’ve found in captivity (obviously no one knows the extent and assumes most rumours spread by mushroom are obviously false (side note George making the drunken lecher having more truths versus the oh so pious Septon Eustace is something I can 100% see)).

Luke just enjoys having the say of whatever Aemond eats or wears. The fact that he’s the only person who can decide if the terror of the riverlands lives or dies is something he probably thinks of whenever he’s having some trouble with sexual intimacy ( though no one would know about the extent to his occasional internal struggles with his past not even Rhaena). anytime he remembers his abuse that’s only been shared with (maybe Rhaena??) ,Jace or Daemon (who would have a bit more of an idea of war time practices in Westeros) he remembers that he has Aemond in his hands not the other way around.

Balancing never seeming weak again and being this loving brother/son/heir that once came so easy to him. Then him and Rhaena having her six daughters like canon (for Rhaena) and him making the eldest heir like he fought for but always in the back of his mind that men are not safe from other men in war time but especially not women. Just whole other bucket of trauma for him to deal with. Especially after he started praying to primarily female deity figures during his own s/a and captivity.

Probably spoilers if anyone has ever read my own fic but I quite enjoy Luke claiming Cannibal trope (now a trope, at the time I started publishing my fic in October 2022 there was crumbs to eat but thankfully we’re feasting now as lucemonders!!). Arrax being this pearlescent dragon who was swift and growing every year symbolising Luke himself growing from this unsure boy into someday maybe someone more sure of himself then claiming cannibal a dragon rumoured to be strange enough to devour its own kind, pitch black and monsterously older than the Iron throne itself. Just a very silly and lazy way for me to bring this visual of loss of innocence tho I defend myself in my mind that GRRM probs wanted Arrax to evoke that when he made him Pearl white with golden chest to die when he was 13 along with Luke.

Not even getting into the fun interactions with Aemond. Maybe Luke is still keeping this love act up for some fucked reason in his head and has Aemond convinced he’s alive out of love. Or if history changes yet again and Aemond has the injuries of Rooks Rest instead of Aegon (like the rumours his dick broke) after the war kicks off later, how Luke would manipulate his way into topping him (the thing he’ll think will “cure him” of his nightmares and traumas. Not how that works bookie but I understand even being raised by a polycule in this time would not save him from the patriarchys nonsense lol)

Even better him visiting winterfell with Jace and stumbling upon his brother and Cregan and watching their interactions (Cregans fucking Jace’s “cunt” and still sees him as a man??? Talks about loving Jace’s cock despite being the “man” in their relationship) just completely breaking apart his ideas of what he’s internalised m/m relationships being.

I wouldn’t change a thing of LFLEFE of course, it’s perfection. it’s always fun to read someone’s work and wonder of the “what ifs” (which is what I do between chapters of fanfiction too as you’ve seen from my delirious asks before lol) and how the characters would shift and change when the butterflies wings change to a different direction.

At that point in the story Aemond has already planted this cruelty in Luke (not in general, we see him freely empathise with people even when not knowing them like the servants entering the chambers after shieras death) that Luke has to foster against Aemond in his mind to survive the ordeal. It’s a coping mechanism for him that allows him to continue the charade. The satisfaction of tricking Aemond is probably what kept him alive through much of the uncertainty.

A scene of the new show Mary & George where the main character who usually tops bottoming with his enemy after (falsely) professing love just to fuck with his mind and get one final “I’m the one who won here. Go fuck yourself” literally gave me this vibe and I don’t know where it could possible fit in this “au” lol. Luke taking back his own asshole in a way idk that’s so silly hahah

Luke taking his own feelings of self loathing and low self esteem and sharpening them into a weapon to use against Aemond? Art, chefs kiss!

Sorry this got so long I was inbetween tasks and kept forgetting how long it was 🤣

some very mild spoilers for the themes/arcs i have planned for the series

a friend had already recommended Mary & George to me, but this definitely confirms i need to watch it also, 100% get it. i constantly have to restrain myself from writing canon divergence fic of my canon divergence fic. to the point that, if i do manage to finish the series in a reasonable time frame, i may very well cave and do just that. (personally, i like to think that if Shiera lived, she would have become a sailor). tbh if anyone, for whatever reason, wrote a 'what if' fic based on any fic of mine... well, i think that's kind of the highest honour a fic writer could receive, isn't it? so it's a practice i fully endorse.

westerosi gender is 100% something i want to explore/am exploring in this series. especially in relation to sexual violence being so gendered in the setting, to the point that being raped is almost feminising in the eyes of many of the characters. lfleye!Luke 100% identifies as and will continue to identify as a man in the series. but his experiences now means he identifies *with* women far more. as you've noted, Luke is a very empathetic character. while not many characters will acknowledge it in-universe, Luke is extremely strong as a character, and thats proven with how his experiences have increased his empathy rather than diminished it. it's so tempting to be 'strong' after being 'weak' by inflicting abuse on others and exploiting whatever societal power you have, especially in a setting like Westeros. but a really big part of Luke's arc is going to be to a refusal to do that, and to continue to identify with the abused (women, lowborn, etc). (some of my interest in Theon as a character actually comes from a similar place)

this is a roundabout way to say that, yes, if he had six daughters he would be Stressed. but those six daughters would be very, very lucky.

at the same time. lucemond in this series is Toxic. with a capital T. and i'm not going to let Aemond have all the fun with that. if Luke ended up in the role of captor, it would be delicious. because he would 100% find comfort and satisfaction in asserting control over Aemond, even as he felt shame for it. or, alternatively, felt shame for *not* feeling shame for it.

and oh. oh boy. Luke being confronted with an actual heathy (for hotd) m/m relationship, not just in the abstract of Laenor but in the this-is-happening-right-now-in-front-of-me of his brother, would also be an experience for him. probably one he needs. in general, Luke is definitely going to try and get a better understanding of sexuality, and his sexuality specifically, in the next fic. whether he succeeds...

and Cannibal!!!! gods, i adore Cannibal. i do remember him being kind of unpopular, at least among some of the more active fan creators, but i saw this analysis about how he represents the dance--black scales, green eyes, eats his own kind, disappears at the end--and i've been obsessed ever since. he's definitely going to make an appearance so he can bring that symbolism (amongst others) to the table, whether Luke claims him or not. (i decided in 2022 whether Luke was going to claim a second dragon or not, and if yes then who, and while it is foreshadowed in the fic, and in some of the comments, i'll at least pretend i'm maintaining the mystery). what's the name of your fic? bc i would love to read some Luke & Cannibal.

[allwormdiet]

Insinuation 2.2

Time for another day of learning and adventure at Winslow High

That does have to be weird, though, right? Like "I fought a big badass villain last night and survived, my whole world has been changed by this encounter, I stared death in the face, what do you mean I still have to go to class and act like nothing changed?" Massive whiplash, I'd imagine.

Mrs. Knott gives the impression of being... better, at least, than Gladly. She's putting the effort in if nothing else, even if she has to leave the better-performing students alone in order to handle the rest of them, but that feels more like a matter of understaffing than any personal failure on her part.

God it's still messed up that Taylor has such little respite from bullying. This poor girl.

...I think this is the first time I've ever seen anything about Taylor knowing basic computer programming. Wonder if that ever comes back around.

And yeah Taylor, of course you have a geeky reputation, you're a fucking geek. Even setting aside the stuff with the bullying, like c'mon.

I saw a shitpost about how the single reason that Earth Bet is a dystopia is that Reddit is the number one news source in the world and there's something really funny about that idea.

Okay real quick the screenshot would be too small for me to add alt text, but “This article is a stub. Be a hero and help us expand it.” is an objectively hilarious line

And here we get the most information on any given Undersider, and it's immediately clear that Rachel has had a hard fucking life, like hell. Living on the streets as a teenage parahuman must be rough as hell, it's like living on the streets as a normal teenager except people want to recruit or imprison you while wearing stupid costumes instead of just police uniforms

(I would follow a Bitch fansite though, for real)

That's not how gangs work but whatever

So the ABB has a dragon man with dragon tattoos who uses the Chinese word for dragon as his cape name while being from Japan, a suicide bomber who dresses like a ninja, and a bomb Tinker. I don't know enough about Bakuda to really say but Lung and Oni Lee's gimmicks feel... mm. Lazy isn't the right word. Let's just stick with "racist" and move on so it stops bugging me

This is cute actually. She did a good job and she wants to like, celebrate that... and the only problem is that there's nobody she can celebrate with. I just made myself sad thinking about that.

And now she's basically Googling herself, which is also somehow cute.

There's something really funny about the idea that like. Taylor gets in touch with the Undersiders through a fucking Missed Connections post on a superhero message board. Like it's almost certainly the safest and most reliable way to get that message out, but that doesn't make it less comical.

And it looks like that's where we're leaving things.

Current Thoughts

Hit some highs and lows with this chapter honestly. Learning a little bit more about Taylor (swear to god I've never heard the programming thing come up before) and getting more of a breakdown on the Undersiders is all well and good, plus developments from the events of the night before, but again the whole Deal of the ABB grates pretty harshly. Like you don't need goddamn Edward Said to tell you that's all crap, it's just crap, and I don't think it reflects well on the author for putting that crap out there instead of thinking about it for maybe another thirty minutes first.

I gotta run some errands, 2.3 after that, God willing I don't have to read about the ABB for a while longer

[revisitingfandoms]

Idea Prompt 11- What lengths would a father not go for his child?

Soulmates.

An acursed word. An acursed happening and the damnation of yourself.

Soulmates.

A persons everything. They are forever crossed between souls and doomed to forever long for the other. To forever want and wish and dream-

Soulmates.

You cannot live without your soulmate, regardless of reason. To deny your soulmate is to deny yourself. To deny yourself is to die a slow and painful death.

Soulmates.

That words ponders in his head. He knew from the moment he held him, from the moment his boy was put into his arms.

Soulmates, your other half in everything, aren't romantic. Many can precive it that way, but in pratice, soulmates can be anyone.

(Your worst enemy, you family, your rival, a stranger on street who you just met, someone you will never meet, they will always be the person who can see through you- see and know everything about you, regardless of if you try to hide it.)

(There isn't any outright physical tell of who your soulmate was, no markings or outright explantions. You just know from one moment of touch.)

("This one is mine.")

(And only after that would that tiny marking appear, after beholding that realization. A marking that always appeared on top of a cookies heart.)

He knew from the moment Dark Choco cookie was placed into his arms that his son was his soulmate.

(Only one of his comrades has ever met their soulmate and that was hollyberry. The dragon curled upon her spoke it all.)

(The other three had yet to meet theirs.)

(It becomes aparent that his attempts to keep his son at distant lengths to protect him- keep people from making the connection that they were soulmates only drew to push his son away.)

(It made his boy desperate and with that dear desperation. Dark Cacao lost his son- his boy.)

(And silently it crushed him.)

(Until the years circled around- until his son, his Dark Choco came back- different, twisted and steaming with hurt and he cursed himself over and over again.)

(He had damned his boy.)

(And more then once those thoughts crept in.)

(Why didn't he stop dark Choco? Why didn't he keep his locked up in the citidal and safe and warm and protected like he should have done? Why did he care about what those under him thought? If Dark choco was their son- their soulmate, they would have done the same!)

(...His son stopped himself, he fought against that acursed sword for him- for his father.)

(He wouldn't let his son be taken- leave him again.)

He sighs as he stares out into the cold wasteland outside of the citidals borders. The First Watcher Caramel Arrow walks over to him, "My king, the prince is.." He can feel the confliction, the hestiance but she steels herself like any warrior of his kingdom.

Afterall, he had made that half maddened accounment shortly after Dark Choco had been brought in.

("He is my son! He is my Kindred one! If any one of you had to make that choice because of their citizens they would have just quieted the masses to keep them by their side!")

"...He is still adjusting my leige. The doctors speak of... of the things he suffered under the other cookies of darkness, notably Pomegranate Cookie."

He narrows his eyes, "And the search for them?" Caramel Arrow bows her head further, "We have yet to locate her, but we have found something known as the oven thats under their use. However it wouldbe several months long to reach there and the firepower needed would leave the kingdom extremly vulernable."

He grunts, not an option. He refuses to leave his son alone, (He was already left alone for far too long.). "The bait?" The first watcher shakes her head, "The young cookie we captured was named Poison Mushroom has yet to draw out the others. Yet we find signs that they may be plotting to get him back."

Dark Cacao nods in turn, "Keep your guard up First Watcher, You are dismissed." Caramel arrow nods her head as she leaves.

For his his son, he would do anything to keep him close.

For him, the world.

[konaanaria13]

ALRIGHT. So first of all, No I don't know what this is or who it is about. Second of all I was listening to twenty one pilots and imagine dragons and then I switched to two feet and I was writing with that so I present to u what ever the fuck happened there.

Its basically Royal Bodyguard and Princess now Queen. This doesn't have a backstory but it should start with her accusing her Bodyguard who she has had for years on no end of poisoning her even though it obviously wasn't him!

And then just heavy smut yep yep yep!

MINORS DNI

Warnings: mentions of violence, being shot, stabbed, cut, sewed up again and so on. Death of characters and the following trauma. Just heavy sex along with biting, first time with each other, blowjob(male receiving) begging.

This was not written for a specific Character so I'm gonna tag some of the tags that I have previously written for or I'm fond of at the moment

I haven't Grammar checked it either so....

If you don't like something  msg me and I'll correct it...

Also may or may not be expecting a part two...? Maybe if you guys want it idk sorry for long introduction

Thanks!

"I always stood by your side. I fought! I almost died several times! I have scar's that we're meant for you! I have the knives of the poor souls trying to stab you saved in a locket so that if you the princess wants them she can use them even if they have my blood on it! I have every bullet that was aimed for you In that stupid locket to I should probably return them though!" She took three steps back.

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"I did not. I never ever ever. Even think of betraying you!" His voice echoer lauder than meant to in the room as he took three steps forward.

"I had my stomach sewed shut more times than you can count! And still I'm standing here having to tell you that I'm not the one who tried to poison you?! How can you even look me in the eyes?!" It was probably the first time he was hurt in years. His fingers almost started to tremble before he remembered who he was. She had already started crying but tears wouldn't help her because the only person who could help her was the one she accused of killing her.

"I was the one who stood with you when she died! When your father died! But know when your up on your little thrown you forget it all!? Why? Because people are trying to kill you? What is it something new?" In a quick motion he had taken his shirt of and the first time she saw all of the countless scars which we're supposed to be her like he said.

"Do you see them? I'm fucking scarred but you believe I'm trying to kill you when all I have ever done is love and protect you!?" He was down to his last words when she fell down on her knees and he was soon to follow her holding her up and making her look at his face.

"I would never hurt you?! How can you do this to me?" He asked and her tears fell on his hand and sweet voice turned into the most painful scream and his heart felt like it was about to break apart.

"Don't cry for me" he begged and she almost threw up before being able to talk.

"I can't have you do this anymore" she cried and his hands cradled her hair slowly turning his harsh touch into a soft and loving one as if a switch had been pulled.

"I can't have your blood on me please just go! I can't have you die on me please!" She begged back Her voice made him want to start to cry but he kept reminding himself not to.

"Please please i can't have you die, please don't leave me, please please i need you? Can't you hear me leave go away I'm letting you go! You can't be in any guard! Your gonna live on a farm in the east, with flowers and a pretty wife who can make you those cookies you like-" she was trembling in his arms.

"You make those cookies!" His lip's escaped a cruel laugh

"And somebody who can kiss all your scars without having to remember all the faces of the one who did them! I'm sorry I just can't-" he was absolutely raging in fear.

"I'm not gonna die. Never. Just please don't do this." He asked softly and she hit her head against his bare chest her fingers holding onto his thighs cursing.

"Im not somebody that you deserve to die on not after what i've done." Was all she brought out her tears drying on his hands.

"You haven't done anything you weren't supposed to do-"

"No you said it yourself. I'm a spoiled little girl who now has to do things for herself. My fathers blood is on my hands. My mothers blood was always on my account and she, my best friend. died for me because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. And you have all these scars that I'm supposed to have. I'm supposed to be dead not the countless men that have fallen in an attempt for my death. And now I'm the fucking queen how many days can you survive? One? Two? I'm not risking you, not anymore. Your done." She had pushed his touch back even though it made her want him more.

"Your leaving. Your gonna go. And I swear if you come back I'm gonna find a way to actually hurt you and I don't mean in a physical way." She panted her tears we're long gone now the only thing that coused her checks was a light blush and anger.

"No. No. You can't do this. I'm not gonna go, you can't make me. I pledged my life on yours." he was already standing as soon as she wasn't sitting anymore and his anger tuned to fear.

"Please just go!" He was already back to her and his hands we're back in her hair his forehead pressing on her's and her hands tried to take his of by his wrist's but even if she was stronger than him wouldn't have worked.

"Just let me-" she cut him off by pressing her lips on his the sweet sound of his voice turning into a whimper and leaving him stunned.

"Please go" she asked kissing him again.

"Please I don't want you to die." She let his hands go and pushed him back by his chest in the weak moment but it only took a second of his look for him to be back on her and her hands running through his hair.

"If I'm dying that means your already dead" He says his hands grabbing her waist and pulling her closer while she muses a muffled moan.

"Your leaving." Was all she responded and he made her walk backwards until her back hit the wall his fingers coming up underneath her shirt and unclasping her bra and taking her shirt of with it. His lips attached to her throat and bite into her skin until her throat made out a gagging scream which meant he left the bite mark to make more on other places.

"I'm never going to leave you." He kissed so many kisses down her neck that she moaned and her body grinded into his.

"Jump" he held her up in the air confidently and his fingers might have left marks.

"I'm gonna kill you personally if your not gone by tomorrow" she warned and he laughed while his tongue ran over her exposed nipple, one of his hands came up on her breast and she tucked at his hair making his head fall back when he tried to bite her again.

"Your done." She said and kissed him again his hand almost dropped her when her tongue ran down his neck lowering her to have free access to everything she wanted.

"I'm always gonna be there for you" He said and she kissed his body down, he did eventually let her go back down on the ground and this time he didn't follow her when she went down on her knees opening his belt and taking the gun away from him, he let his hand stroke her hair.

He kisses didn't stop and nor did her tongue as she stroked his cock tasting his precum on her tongue. Letting him sit on her tongue for a while before starting to suck his tip, she started in a slow motion making him give her some groans but as soon as he hit the back of her throat the groans turned into soft moans that he seemed to be embarrassed about. He didn't let her make him cum because after too many whimpers and moans, He whipped that proud smirk of off her face as he fucked her roughly against the wall her moans sounding more like scream's pretty fast and her face now only filled with tears of physical pain which he simply kissed goodbye and made her ride out her high watching in delight as she begged him to move his hips and not make her do fucking push ups.

His lips attached to her breast and her fingers ran over and over over his cheeks her mouth tasted salty from the tears and cum which he made her lick clean off his dick.

She stayed on him pretty much all night laying on the soft bed, sometimes kissing some parts of him but mostly just listening to his reassuring whispers and her whispering the things back in the same careful and tender way.

-K<3