#no longer the dancing queen only 17 :'(

[ratislatis]

nobody look at me while I sightread and lose my fucking mind

that video isn't actual playing btw. it is ALL outtakes. only funny times here on the rat blog

[syndrossi]

What do you think would happen if twins were born as Aemma’s children instead, and Rhaenyra married Daemon since she’s no longer the heir and Viserys isn’t pressuring her anymore? Perhaps Daenerys could be born as D&R’s daughter instead, and one of the twins might need to be betrothed to Laena’s child, who might not be tied to a marriage in Braavos due to the throne supporting the war. She might marry Laenor instead, and the children would still be Rhaenys and Corlys’ grandchildren no matter who the father is. Or she could marry another lord altogether.

No Dance in this scenario, since the rights of the king's first and secondborn sons are pretty clear in a world where he doesn't declare Rhaenyra his heir. (Nor would he be likely to, since they're Aemma's children too.)

Daemon doesn't have the twins. 🥺

Viserys does, which is...interesting. I think they would have a decent relationship, but not nearly as loving as the one they have with Daemon in the main timeline/AUs. Assuming Aemma survives their birth, they might be closer to her + Rhaenyra than Viserys.

If the twins are born late enough, aka similar to when Rhaegar's brother Viserys was in relation to him (when he was seventeen), then their matches would line up quite handily with Daemon+Rhaenyra's kids or Laena's children.

I...don't actually know that the Doctrine of Exceptionalism applies to anything other than the main branch of House Targaryen. I assume it's only applicable to the royal family, which means that Laena couldn't marry Laenor. That's a bit unfortunate, since it's a pretty tidy solution.

Alternately, if Aemma does die in childbirth, perhaps the Velaryons get their Viserys+Laena match after all? She'd be 16/17 if the twins are born later. The Alicent+Viserys match is a lot less attractive to Otto when he has the twins holding up the line of succession.

I kind of prefer scenarios where Dany is the twins' sister, though if she's their cousin, then Viserys easily betroths her to one of his sons. It's a good move politically, since it merges his line and Daemon's and tightens Daemon's allegiance to the twins.

It's an interesting question of how Daemon's relationship is with the twins. His dislike of Viserys's children by Alicent is easily explained by his hatred of Otto, and secondarily by resentment that they pushed him down the line of succession, but a Daemon who is more secure in his value to the throne and got to marry Rhaenyra perhaps is happy enough that his daughter will be queen.

In which case I could see him trying to be for them who his uncle Aemon had been for him.

[daenerystargaryen06]

This is late 'cause I've been very busy and sick- but let's get into it.

I've seen so many comments like this one on Tik Tok, really terrible platform for comments like these to pop up since everyone likes spreading their hate for Dany on Daenerys edits/videos, especially on other comments that show support for Daenerys and uplift her. But this one in particular genuinely baffles me no, I won't blur the name out; this dude commented this on a public forum for everyone to see. Just don't send him hate or anything... even if this part of the fandom isn't as crazy as all the others.

'Drogon isn't as crazy as his slave master Dany'. Let's break this down, shall we? First point- Dany isn't a slave master, ESPECIALLY to Drogon. Dany was a bridal sex slave herself, in the show at the age of 16/17, in the books at the age of 13. She knows what it's like to be a slave, she was one herself, and due to her enslavement and the horrors she saw when wed to Drogo (his own people's violence against not only her but also the Lhazareen)- Daenerys wants equality for everyone. She breaks the chains from those enslaved in Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen. She works to free these people from their sufferings and plight and give them agency to achieve freedom for themselves and no longer live under the cruelty of the Masters. In the show, she sets up a council of freedmen to govern themselves to rule the cities, and she ensures the Masters no longer remained a threat to her people before she left to Westeros. In the Books, she is currently struggling against the Masters and is facing many struggles, but she is still striving to ensure her people remain free and safe from the Masters without worry of cruelty and fear under the Masters for their own profit.

"There speaks one who has been neither." Dany's nostrils flared. "Do you know what it is like to be sold, squire? I do. My brother sold me to Khal Drogo for the promise of a golden crown. Well, Drogo crowned him in gold, though not as he had wished, and I . . . my sun-and-stars made a queen of me, but if he had been a different man, it might have been much otherwise. Do you think I have forgotten how it felt to be afraid?" -A Storm of Swords - Daenerys II

"He was too eloquent for her. Dany had no answer for him, only the raw feeling in her belly. "Slavery is not the same as rain," she insisted. "I have been rained on and I have been sold. It is not the same. No man wants to be owned." -A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys III

Even worse is that this comment refers to Dany as being DROGON's slave master. Drogon has never been considered a slave to Dany. He is her child, her son. Her dragons are her children. Dany has never regarded them as slaves, nor will she ever regard to them as such. Rhaegal and Viserion were chained because Drogon killed a child, and Dany feared her dragons would grow unruly and begin to kill more of her people, yet she also regrets this decision. She cries when she does this in the show. She reflects upon it and regrets it in the books. She will always care for and love her dragons, who she loves alike to a mother. She regards to them as her children and would never willingly harm them.

In the show and books, Dany struggles with Drogon making his own decisions. But she does not try to enforce him under her will like a Master would a slave. She wants him to listen, yes, but every mother wants their child to listen and behave. In the show, she never harms Drogon or forces him to submit, he WILLINGLY listens to her once she gains back her identity after burning the Khals in Vaes Dothrak and going against the Masters when she returns to Meereen. If he didn't wish to listen, he wouldn't have to, as he possesses a mind and will of his own which was already shown in seasons 4-5. In the books, she has to whip Drogon into submission, but it was not to enslave Drogon- it was to SAVE him and her people from death in the Fighting Pit when he comes and almost loses his life while burning the people around him. If not for her, Drogon would have died, and he attacks back at her as well within the Pit before he submits to her and allows her to ride upon him away from the violence that was occurring.

Calling Dany Drogon's slave master is alike to calling every other Targ before her slave masters to their dragons, when we know that isn't true, and Dany's connection to her dragons is actually very much different and runs deeper than that of her ancestors with their own dragons.

Now, on the topic of 'craziness', Dany is far from it. In the show, she only became 'crazy' in the very last few episodes of the last season, when the writers ruined her character all for their excuse to have Jon kill her since they couldn't even think up a better ending. Before that, are we just going to ignore the fact that Dany actually went against what her father had done, did things for the good of others and cared for those considered 'lesser', and saved basically all of Westeros when she allied with Jon and it was the majority of HER armies and dragons that fought against the WW and NK? She only went 'crazy' when the writers wanted her to, and even that I don't consider canon, due to the fact she was painted as a HERO before they assassinated her entire character and made her go off the deep end and even that I don't view as just 'crazy'.

In the books, she fears becoming like her father, she is compared most to Rhaegar (a character many in the books view as sane and heroic), and she reflects most upon her actions and questions her decisions made. She is a grey character at most, and even still, she is the one character that does the most good and selfless acts in the books compared to everyone else. She wants what is best for her people, she wants to make them happy and give them good lives, and she wants to be a good Queen who isn't just feared or violent to achieve what she wants. She forgoes Westeros to keep in Meereen for her people's safety. She works the hardest to attempt for peace with the Masters without bloodshed or acts of cruelty and she is compassionate, intelligent, and an empathetic woman. She sees suffering and instead of accepting it like everyone else in that world has, she works AGAINST it to save those who do suffer due to her own experiences of suffering and pain. She is, in all, a hero who wants to do good. That doesn't seem very 'crazy' or 'slave master' to me.

Someone should really pick up the books, but I fear that their reading comprehension would be just as bad as their comments on Tik Tok.

[satureja13]

Jack's Therapy Game (From the beginning: -> here)

After Jack cared for the horses and Lou prepared the room for Jack, they went over to the Pub. Jack didn't get kicked out like Vlad and no one asked about his 'status'.

Jack: "About the money for the room and stuff... I'll get a job right tomorrow morning. I heard the sculptor is hiring." Lou: "Oh no, no one works for the sculptor." Jack: "I don't have problems to take my shirt off." Lou: "It's not this. We don't talk about it. Don't you worry, you can help me at the shop."

Lou noticed Jack's rash. Lou: "Isn't this painful? I've heard about this. Did your Alpha die? If you don't get this treated you might die too, you know that, don't you?" Jack: "No, he didn't die - it's uhm... complicated and yes..." Now that he thinks about it, it doesn't hurt! He didn't even pay attention since he was so stressed about being locked up. But as far as he remembers, it didn't hurt since he entered the game!

Jack: "I'm fine :3 So, are these your horses?" Lou: "No, Lunatic belongs to no one but he kind of lives here and Val is the horse of my best friend from the neighboring village. But he's here all the time because they are deeply in love." Jack: "Is that so." Does that mean this friend is NPC Jeb? Well, since Ji Ho and some of their other friends are also here as NPCs, it would make sense. Jack hopes he can talk to one of them soon to see how 'real' their NPC versions are. Tiny Can maybe does this so they feel comfortable in their therapy.

Even the Queen and the Prince Caleb are here tonight. And he's seen NPC Leander, Barfolomew and: Greg -.- But the Queen and Greg don't sit together. Like at the Arena. That's good news! Jack: "Is the Queen married?" Lou: "No. And she's only the Queen here until the Prince gets married to Princess Jihovere." Princess Jihovere? Caleb and Ji Ho will get married here? OMG! And the Queen will not stay the Queen here so his chances to hit on her just increased! (Omg Jack!) ('Jihovere' refers to 'Guinevere', the beloved wife of King Arthur.)

Jack and Lou had a good time at the pub and Jack has a good feeling about this therapy. For once he can try to act like a 'more normal' person in this world and see what he could achieve. No one here knows about his disorders and hardships. And here he can experience what his life could be if he overcame/worked on some of them. He's fully aware that he can't be 'healed' and he knows that his friends love him and worry about him and try to protect him. But he also gets the feeling that this keeps him from prospering. He'll talk about this with the others when he's back. But he's going to stay a little longer because he really likes Lou and they have so much fun together. And the pain is gone. Jack hadn't felt this good for a very long time.

'Everybody here is out of sight They don't bark, and they don't bite They keep things loose, they keep 'em tight Everybody was dancin' in the moonlight

Dancin' in the moonlight Everybody's feelin' warm and bright It's such a fine and natural sight Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight

We like our fun and we never fight You can't dance and stay uptight It's a supernatural delight Everybody was dancin' in the moonlight'

Dancing in the Moonlight - Thin Lizzy

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest Current Chapter: 🕹️ 'The One' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[sephirothsplaything]

DNA| Sec.80 high power-chapter 17

A/N: Baela im srry for giving you such an emotionally stunted little sister! I am very proud of this chapter btw(i barely edited this)

Rhaella ur mommy would be so proud of you!!

This is the story of Lady Rhaella Targaryen the I;the strange one and her role in the Dance Of Dragons. Loved by few and feared by many.

The blood of the dragon runs in Targaryen's veins. Something else runs in Rhaella.

BLACK TARGARYEN OC/READER

PARINGS: Aemond,Cregan,slight Jace,slight Addam,original charecter

read the last chapter here!

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WHAT KIND OF ELDER SISTER WAS SHE? Baela thought she was no longer befitting of the title. Rhaena was in the Vale alone, while Rhaella was…

Baela was no longer privy to Rhaella's doings as of late. Her younger sister had grown quite disconnected from the rest of them.

"Please sit, you'll tire yourself." Jace urged her. He watched in slight distress as his betrothed paced back and forth restlessly.

"My grandmother is fighting alone Jace!" Baela exclaimed. "And here we are just sitting around."

Jacaerys grabbed her hand gently sitting her down. The action made her relax slightly, but her mind was still racing.

"I don't like it either, but without Daemon we are stretched quite thin." He said, brow furrowing.

An uneasy silence settled over them both. They had dragons and yet the queen would not allow them to act. How would a victory ever be gained?

"I hate the way the lords treat me as if I am some coddled princeling," Jace muttered, making Baela chuckle a little.

"You are the crown prince and heir to the throne, you must act carefully." Baela reminded.

Jace hummed in thought. "Perhaps I am not completely stuck here."

Baela raised a brow, worried Jace was about to say something reckless.

"Rhaella mentioned House Frey, they have yet to choose," Jace said.

"She spoke with complete disregard for her grace, and you're here considering it?" Baela said.

It had not escaped her notice that Jace seemed to be particularly in tune regarding Rhaella's opinions. She wondered if she had missed something between them---Rhaella had not always cared for Jace until lately, while the prince thought her sister strange.

Their dynamic was quite odd to witness.

Jace stood, hand still intertwined with Baela's. He couldn't wait around any longer.

"I shall take Vermax and go myself." Jace decided. Baela shook her head.

"Her grace will not like it."

Jace placed a kiss onto her hand. "She will not know until I am long gone."

With that, he leaves Baela alone in her chamber. Jace's words stuck to her. It was not in her nature to sit idly. The least she could do was scout the battle.

So, the lady Baela with her brave spirit dawned her riding attire. She waited for a beat of time to ensure Jace had left and also that she would not be spotted.

There was one person she had not accounted for as she marched towards the dragon pits though.

Still lingering around the caves was Rhaella, stuck in a daze of sorts.

"Sister?" Baela called, bringing her out of it.

"Jace left," Rhaella said softly, her eyes were unblinking. It greatly unnerved Baela to no end.

"Yes, but he should be back soon," Baela responded. Rhaella took in her outfit, face changing into something far more expressive.

"And you're leaving as well?" Baela nodded.

"I am going to Rooks Rest."

Rhaella's eyes widened. "You mustn't!"

Baela scoffed, adjusting her glove.

"It was naught but hours ago you were calling for action," Baela said. "It was you who agreed I should've burnt Criston Cole."

Rhaella's behavior practically changed on a head, in a rather inhumane way. She gripped Baela's arm with a tight further.

"Moondancer cannot withstand Vhagar, do not be foolish," Rhaella said.

"And our grandmother shouldn't bear the burden alone," Baela responded.

Surely Rhaella knew that.

"And father..only the Gods know what he's doing at Harrenhal." Baela continued. She gestured to a dragonkeeper to summon her dragon.

"I doubt the Gods are with him," Rhaella muttered.

"Do not say such things." Baela scolded. Rhaella shrugged.

The chitters of the she-dragon bounced through the cave. Baela smiled warmly at the sight of Moondancer, patting her side.

The dragon nestled into Baela's touch, then turning her gaze to Rhaella expectedly.

Sighing, the girl gave in, petting Moondancers green scales lightly.

"Umbagon qana ,mandia." Rhaella resigned.'Stay sharp, sister' She knew better than to waste her breath any further in convincing Baela to stay.

"You know I shall," Baela assured. Mounting her dragon, she took off from the cave and into the skies.

Moondancer zipped through the skies swiftly. In truth, Baela had given little thought as to a plan. If it was Sunfyre and Aegon she'd be met with, perhaps she could manage an attack. Meleyes could more than handle the pair.

The wind whipped through Baela's short hair that was bound together in a ponytail.

It did not take long for her to arrive to the sight, though she smelled the battle before seeing it. The acrid smell of ash and blood permeated the air, causing Baela's eyes to sting.

There were bodies strewn on the ground, bloody and broken. Baela's stomach turned but tried to hold fast. She gripped the reins of Moondancer tighter, directing her through the mess.

Enemy soldiers shouted in response to her presence, some recognizing her from a fortnight ago when she chased Cole through the valley.

But what Baela saw caused the world around her to become completely mute.'

Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, her beloved grandmother. Falling to the ground utop a limp, likely dead Meleyes.

Down to the ruble, Rhaenys fell. Baela screamed a choked-out cry, a futile attempt indeed.

Over the fallen dragon was Aemond atop Vhagar, looking more than proud of himself.

Him. He who had now taken the last piece of her heart. Aemond had served as a living slight to Baela's entire life.

First, he steals her mother's dragon, robbing Rhaena an attempt to claim her. Then,he slew their sweet cousin, Luke, for he was but a boy.

Somehow, he had managed to steal Rhaella's complete affection and reasoning--Causing a rift between the sisters.

And now, Aemond felt entitled to take the life of her grandmother?

Baela would not have it.

Adjusting herself on Moondacer,Baela dipped lower to the ground.

Rageful, she burned a chunk of the greens army. Moondancer's fire was not especially large.

But fire does not burn the flesh of men any less; Baela blocked out the pained cries of the soldiers. One thing plagued her mind.

Aemond must pay. He must die.

She charged Moondancer towards Vhagar brazenly, causing Aemond to take notice.

Aemond wondered if it was even worth it to slay such a tiny dragon. He certainly had no love for Baela, savage thing she was.

He wouldn't even need to burn her--Vhagar could eat them both in one go. Aemond steered his dragon to Baela, wondering if she really would attack.

At that moment, Baela seemed to snap out of her intentions, hastily turning Moondancer to flee.

Aemond knew he couldn't catch her, the dragon she possessed was far too quick. Still, he cruelly gave chase as best he could.

No real intention of killing her, and Rhaella would never forgive him. Defeating Rhaenys however, was necessary. She would come to understand it.

Aemond had much to celebrate, the title of prince regent was a breath away from him.

Baela's hair was in disarray, cheeks strewn with tears like the sea. She came here to do nothing, to do naught but watch the murder of her grandmother.

She flew back to Dragonstone---The dragonkeepers guided Moondancer back to the caves.

Baela stumbled out of the pits, halting momentarily to wipe her face. Rhaella would break at the news, and the eldest must stay strong.

She must stay strong.

Upon her return, she saw the members of the council, Queen Rhaenyra in talks with them. Rhaella looked distracted, her brows were furrowed in torment.

Baela nearly did not have the heart to add to it.

"I am told you went to Rooks Rest, without my permission no less." Queen Rhaenyra began, chiding the girl for being so reckless.

When Baela raised her head, Rhaenyra stopped abruptly.

"My grandmother has been slain."

Jace stepped forward slightly, wishing nothing more than to hold Baela.

"By Aegon?" Rhaenyra's voice broke slightly.

"Aemond." Baela could feel her eyes watering once more. She met the gaze of Rhaella--Her younger sister did not cry, nor did her face betray any emotion.

It enraged Baela, how she stood abnormally still.

"This atrocity must be swiftly answered!" Ser Alfred said others agreed.

Baela ignored them, still staring at Rhaella, whose eyes fluttered ever so slightly.

Something of a half whimper left Rhaella's lips--She moved to flee the room, likely to be alone.

"Rhaella, you must-" Jace tried, reaching out to her.

"Fuck off," Rhaella said, a coldness in her voice as she shoved past him.

"Clear the room." Queen Rhaenyra ordered. As the lords filed out, Baela ran to Jace, tears fully making themselves known.

Baela shook in his embrace as he held her tighter. In the midst of sorrow, she silently apologized to her grandmother. She tried to be brave, like her mother when she was consumed by Vhagar's flames or like Rhaenys herself in her final moments.

"Baela, come with me." Queen Rhaenyra says softly.

"But mother-" Jace tries. Baela clearly needed him, now more than ever.

"It's alright, Jace," Baela said, leaving him for Rhaenyra.

Baela and Rhaenyra entered the queen's quarters. They sat down together, Baela's sobs had been dimmed to sniffles.

"Where do you think Rhaella went?" Rhaenyra spoke first, she placed a gentle hand on Baela's leg.

"Who could know?" Baela said."She's like father in that way, fleeing when things become too much."

Rhaenyra nodded. She knew of Daemon's views regarding Rhaella. He would complain that she is silently flippant, opposing him at every turn.

However, in the same breath, he'd admit that her mind had to be some sort of weapon.

"Your grandmother was the fiercest among us, in her love and opinions," Rhaenyra said.

Baela smiled bitterly. "My mother used to tell me stories of how she used to scold her and my uncle, but could never in truth stay angry."

"Ah." Rhaenyra smiled at the incoming memories, back when things were much more simple. "I recall her being cross when Daemon fought for your mother's hand."

"They always have been at odds, but alas they were cousins," Baela said.

"I think.." Rhaenyra began, turning to Baela. "I fear there is something wrong with Rhaella."

Baela sighed,at least she was not the only one to notice.

"Sometimes, I hear to speaking to herself in her chamber," Baela admitted.

Rhaenyra's face contorted in confusion.

"She does not sleep, though she tries."

"Perhaps I should have sent her to Pentos, or away with Rhaena," Rhaenyra said.

Baela chuckled. "She'd sooner flee to the Red Keep." As the words left her mouth, she thought of Aemond--The jest instantly became unfunny.

"Well." Rhaenyra huffed. "Let us hope, for our sake, she finds what she is looking for."

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RHAELLA SCREAMED UNTIL HER THROAT WAS RAW.

Still, though, she could not summon a single tear. Her exhaustion ate away at her but still could not find sleep.

She sat in The Cannibal's still empty cave, clutching the dragon hairpin her grandmother had gifted her.

She was gone. Rhaella felt a numbness overtake her body.

There might have been a slight sense of guilt when she thought of Aemond. However, it was nothing but apathy.

He was enjoying himself right now,Rhaella was sure. Reveling in the death of her grandmother. Aemond was likely with that bed whore Astris had mentioned.

Surely he was fond of her. Aemond still had plenty of people to care for around him, while Rhaella's numbers were dwindling.

The thought alone--Of Aemond happy by himself filled her with an unholy rage.

Placing the pin back in her hair, Rhaella decided to take an act she never thought was possible to do.

Rhaella went to her knees. Praying.

She had never prayed,or offered thanks to the Gods--Why should she?

But now, she was desperate.

Rhaella didn't even know to whom she was supposed to pray.

Perhaps…. the presence who had made himself known to her? He had plagued her with dreams and whispers. Somehow, this felt natural.

"Please." Rhaella began. She was not entirely sure what she was asking for.

Death? Mercy? A chance to prove herself?

Why not all?

"Take my soul if it so pleases you, but make me strong in return."

Rhaella clasped her hands tighter together, her scarred palms rubbed together.

"Make me powerful, grant me divine violence, and make thick my blood."

Rhaella decided she had voiced all her desires properly, she waited.

For what, she was not so sure. A sign? Or perhaps the God in question will take pity and strike her down.

What a silly girl she was.

As she raised her head, the unmistakable roars of a dragon made the cave rumble.

Her Aegarax. The Cannibal dragon.

Rhaella ran, faster than anything she ever had before. Her cloak flung behind her as she stumbled to see him.

The Cannibal landed onto the sand,staring at her. Rhaella's panted breaths slowed as all she could do was return the act.

Could this be?

As if it was a response of some kind,The Cannibal bent his neck for her.

This wild dragon, whom had killed and eaten scores of men crouched for her.

"Gods be good." Rhaella said in disbelief. She approached slowly with some semblance of confidence present.

"Aegarax?" Rhaella said, slowly reaching a hand to his nose. He leaned forward, into her touch.

"Lykiri," Rhaella spoke for good measure.

She hoisted herself on top of him, holding onto his horns. The feeling of his warmed scales underneath her was incomparable. Like a true bond.

Aegarax raised up again, stretching his wings. Rhaella briefly wondered if he would throw her off.

The Cannibal spread his wings further, beginning to walk forward.

Then he flew--Up into the skies he went, and Rhaella could do little but hold on for dear life.

Her cloak whipped behind her as well did her hair in the wind. For a time, she dared not move, seizing in place.

She was on a dragon. No, she was riding her dragon.

Sitting up slightly, Rhaella readjusted her grip onto the spikes on his back.

She looked up to the skies, passing through clouds. The air felt slightly cooler at this height.

A fit of shocked laughter left her. Rhaella tried to recall the books she had read as a child, how she watched other riders fly with their dragons.

But they had saddles, and she had nothing. Rhaella moved along with Aegarax's rhythm. The Cannibal was a little rash in his flight as he sped through the air.

At one time, Rhaella used to think that she would prefer a much slower dragon.

Clearly, her mind was changed in an instant. It occurred to her that she was hardly controlling him in any particular direction, but she hardly cared.

Aegarax could fly her well into the east for all she cared. Rhaella closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of her bond.

It was not until she reopened her eyes did Rhaella realized she was nearing Kings Landing.

Cursing, she gripped onto the cannibal's horns for control.

"Daor kesīr!" Rhaella urged 'Not here!'

After a few attempts, Aegarax detoured the path to Kings Landing, instead hovering over the woods nearby.

They very well could've been spotted, shot down even.

"Tegun kesīr" Rhaella directed, nearly sternly.'Land here.'

Through the short exchange, Rhaella found that Aegarax responded better to sharp and direct commands.

The Cannibal settled to the ground,Rhaella reluctantly jumped down from him.

Her legs wobbled, adjusting to the gravity.

Why did he bring her here, of all places? Aegarax's head plopped to the ground as if he had done his part in full.

Petting his side absentmindedly, Rhaella thought about what to do next.

If they were now bonded, perhaps he was in tune to her desires.

That brothel whore, the one who keeps Aemond company.

Rhaella raised the hood of her cloak over her head, concealing her silver locks.

Keeping her head down, she walked to the inner cities of Kings Landing. The place was just as packed as it was last time she ventured here.

Smelled twice as awful too.

Walking through the streets of Flea Bottom, Rhaella listened in for any information.

People here were starving and angry. They knew not who was leading them as Aegon seemed to disappear.

Rhaella hoped he was dead.

In the sea of people,one girl caught her eye.

It was Elinda, maid to the Queen Rhaenyra. But what was she doing here?

Rhaella hurried to catch up with her and once she was within reach she grabbed her.

"Elinda." Rhaella hissed.

"My lady?" She said once she realized who held her arm. "Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" Rhaella asked.

Elinda looked around cautiously. "I was sent here by the queen,she has a plan."

Plan? Rhaella was sure Mysaria was involved.

Elinda took in Rhaella's silence. "Come with me."

The maid directed Rhaella to one of the houses. Inside was a plump looking girl, sitting with Astris.

At the sight of Rhaella, Astris jumped from her seat.

"My lady?"

Rhaella breathed out in relief. "So you're ok."

Astris held Rhaella's hands, taking her in.

"How did you come here?" Astris asked. "By boat?"

Rhaella shook her head,taking a seat.

"My dragon." The sentence felt foreign on her tounge,but she supposed it would take some getting used to.

"What!" Astris exclaimed. "You finally claimed him?"

Rhaella's lips twitched onto a smile.

"I did."

"I am glad of it but you must return," Elinda said. Rhaella removed her hood and sat down. Noticing Rhaella's loose hair, Astris's fingers began to braid it, almost instinctively.

"I think i would rather hear about this plan." Rhaella said.

"The queen shall send food to the city," the girl blurted out. When Rhaella's attention turned to her, she blushed profusely.

"Do say it louder, Diana, so the whole city might hear you," Astris muttered sarcastically.

So the queen had considered using the people's hunger, originally Rhaella's own suggestion.

"The queen and lady Mysaria have seen to it themselves," Elinda added.

Rhaella adjusted her head slightly as Astris continued to braid.

"And when is this to happen?" Rhaella asked.

"On the morrow," Diana replied.

Come daylight, fleeing the city would be harder. Whatever she indened to do must be done this very night.

"Aegon is abed with injuries,I hear." Astris said,hands falling from Rhaella's hair.

"I hope he dies." Diana said.

Rhaella smirked. At least her grandmother hadn't gone without doing damange.

"The council has crowned Aemond prince regent," Elinda said.

"I'm sure he is positively gloating about that." Rhaella said.

It was almost funny--They both achieved something they've been longing for since childhood.

Aemond wished to be above his brother, seated on the throne.

Rhaella wished for a power,a dragon.

"He has already ordered the city gates shut, there is hardly food here," Astris says.

If Aemond got so much as an inkling that there was a plot,all the small folk would suffer for it.

"Aemond needs to be subdued in some way, at least for a time." Rhaella suggested.

Astris stood up, walking to a table laid with all sorts of books and plants. "Are you offering yourself up, my lady?"

"If you offer something I can use on him, then perhaps," Rhaella said.

Astris hummed, grabbed a book, and disappeared to the back.

"There is more." Elinda said. "The Queen has ordered me to collect any possible bastards with Targaryen blood."

"To what end?" Rhaella fiddled with her braid.

"From what I understand, there could be potential dragon riders among them."

Bastards on dragons? What a wretched idea. All her life she spent dragonless till now,and some scrappy commoner would mount one so easily?

It was nothing short of an insult. She decided to leave it to her grace,and wanted no parts of it.

Soon, Astris returned a vial of some sort in hand. Placing it on the table, she looked to Rhaella expectantly.

"What is it?" Diana asks. Rhaella picked it up; it was filled with a clear liquid, looking still like water.

"If she pours enough of it into his wine, he'll eventually enter a deep sleep," Astris says.

Meaning,Rhaella must find a way to get close--Perhaps in his chamber.

"It is dangoures!" Diana exclaimed. "She'll surely die."

"Perhaps." Rhaella mused. She had no intention of dying this night,not after the great feat she accomplished.

"Her grace would not have you put yourself in harms way." Elinda said. Rhaella ignored her, shoving the vile in her cloak.

"Astris?" Elinda tried. "The queen did not order for this."

The Pentoshi girl smiled flippantly, eyes fixed onto Rhaella. "I only serve my lady."

Elinda watched the two in half horror. Mysaria was right, Astris and Rhaella were quite the frightening match.

"I shall return, later into the night," Rhaella announced, raising up the hood of her cloak.

She slipped her dagger under the band of her stocking. "If morning comes and I still have not returned, I've been slain."

In truth,Rhaella sincerly douted that Aemond would hurt her. As it stood,she had much and more a reason to harm him.

"My lady?" Astris said,catching Rhaella's attention. "How would you like to proceed?"

Rhaella thought for a moment. She required more information before throwing herself into certain death.

"That brothel harlot," Rhaella stated, her violet eyes darkened. "I want to see her."

[nerdy-nook]

Giving Voltron Characters Weed: MFE Addition!

James Griffin

Keith introduced it to him while they were still at the Garrison. (For time's sake, I'm going to say this is after Keith and James made up from their fight and became friends.) They're both 17.

Very nervous about saying something stupid while under the influence.

He's hesitant about smoking it because it damages your lungs but Keith convinces him to try it bc it doesn't have any carcinogen byproducts.

LOSES CONTROL OF MOTOR SKILLS. Trying to open a bag of chips? Hand slips and smacks someone in the face. Trying to sneak into the kitchen for snacks? Tripping over his own feet and slamming into the wall.

Similar to Lance, he becomes very giggly and social. His walls fall down and he's much more open. Because of this he only smokes with people he trusts.

No longer the voice of reason when he's high, he's down to do all sorts of dumb shit.

James always made sure that, at least once a week, he and Keith could sneak off somewhere and have a private smoke sesh.

Ryan Kinkade

Usually a very stoic man, but get some cannabis in his system and he won't shut up.

The team has weekly movie nights to bond, and this is where he first tried it.

Blurts out movie trivia and facts. Also yells at the TV when the characters are doing something stupid.

“Did you know in the original Halloween you can see the wrench used on the fake hand when Micheal Myers’s breaks the cars window?”

Mister mistro! Though he mainly listens to movie soundtracks (what a nerd) he has multiple playlists to smoke to for whatever vibe the team is feeling at the moment.

Holds all the gear (papers, pipes, grinders etc.) for the team. When it’s smoking time he’s expected to bring it all.

Nadia Rizavi

Weed FIEND.

Has been smoking daily since she was 17.

Doesn't have her medical card so when the Garrison does drug tests she goes knocking.

Queen at hiding her stash.

When Ryan suggested a "movie night" (code for a smoke sesh) but realized they didn't have any weed Nadia was like "Come here".

She opens a secret compartment in her drawer Death Note style and there's just like 5 ounces sitting there.

Loves to dance to some of Kinkade’s playlist, specifically his R&B one.

Will smoke and do edibles at the same time.

Ina Leifsdottir

Had no idea the team was eating edibles.

So when she popped five gummies in her mouth the entire team was like :O

Poor girl had no idea what hit her.

Absolutely immobile, limbs heavy, palms sweaty, mom's spaghetti.

REALLY likes a body high but doesn't mind a head high as it makes her mind go quiet for once.

Catch her eating some of the most delicious food when she has the munchies.

“What do you have Ina?”

“Traditional Belgian waffle with sugar pearls!”

“Where did you even get that…”

She doesn’t really feel like she needs to mask her autism since she was always praised for the intelligence that came with it. But she really struggles in social situations. Weed helps her become less rigid and helps her come into her personality.

She doesn’t like to smoke because she coughs so hard she gags.

[jivvin]

if you're willing to do the music ask thing, I'd also love a Playlist from you as well. If doing them all is too much, just do the questions you like the most. :D

oh man, this sure was a ride <3

1: A song you like with a color in the title

Charles Brown - Black Night. it's double damage, 'cause the artist's name also has a colour in it ;p

2: A song you like with a number in the title

Steeleye Span - Seven Hundred Elves

3: A song that reminds you of summertime

Cesaria Evora - Sangue de Beirona

4: A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about

i don't have anything quite like that, but this one - Michal Oginski - Polonaise Farewell - reminds me of someone departed, thinking of whom is still painful, so i don't listen to it often

5: A song that needs to be played LOUD

Ida Maria - Oh My God

6: A song that makes you want to dance

Florence + The Machine - Free

7: A song to drive to

i can't and don't drive, but this is what i imagine would be a cool track to drive to: Wormview - Ashes and Diamonds

8: A song about drugs or alcohol

again, can't recall anything quite like that. SIAMÉS - The Wolf is a great song though, about addiction in general

9: A song that makes you happy

Meg Rock - Clover

10: A song that makes you sad

Neutral - Luna

11: A song that you never get tired of

Caravan Palace - Miracle. don't know if i'll never get tired of it, but there was definitely a time when i was listening to it a lot and often, and i still love it

12: A song from your preteen years

Sum 41 - Fat Lip

13: One of your favorite 80’s songs

Kate Bush - Running Up That Hill

14: A song that you would love played at your wedding

honestly never given it any thought or whatever, but i guess this is a nice wedding-vibe song: Beach Boys - God Only Knows

15: A song that is a cover by another artist

Hannah Gill - Somebody That I Used to Know. i love the original, but there's just something about this cover, man

16: One of your favorite classical songs

and here's where i out myself as the most basic bitch imaginable, but Eric Satie - Gnosienne no.1

17: A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke

i absolutely cannot imagine myself singing karaoke, let alone with another living person( sorry, but this is the one that genuinely stumped me, i can't even come up with an interesting alternative here

18: A song from the year that you were born

Queen - The Show Must Go On

19: A song that makes you think about life

Alex Wurman - Ending

20: A song that has many meanings to you

The National - Sorrow

21: A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

Anaïs Mitchell & Jefferson Hamer - Willie's Lady

22: A song that moves you forward

Антитіла - Все красиво

23: A song that you think everybody should listen to

Go_A - Solovey

24: A song by a band you wish were still together

Високосный год - Метро. i not so much wish they were still together, as i wish they'd done more than 1 album over their entire career

25: A song by an artist no longer living

Connie Boswell - I Cover the Waterfront. this is probably the category where i could go on for an especially long time lol

26: A song that makes you want to fall in love

not sure if i've ever gotten this kinda feeling from a song, but Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeroes - Home is one of my favourite love songs, and i think it captures well this warm, upbeat feeling love is theoretically supposed to give you

27: A song that breaks your heart

Лея - Підмінок. definitely cried at this one

28: A song by an artist with a voice that you love

Rammstein - Haifisch

29: A song that you remember from your childhood

Oda Kanako - Moonlight Densetsu (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

30: A song that reminds you of yourself

well, that's easy: Gotye - Smoke and Mirrors

[lolohe12]

In honor of Good Omens Season 2 coming out I'm sharing my Very long and ever increasing Ineffable Husband's playlist

Somebody to Love - By Queen: "Take a look in the mirror and cry. Lord, what you're doing to me? I have spent all my years in believing you but I just can't get no relief, Lord... Can anybody find me somebody to love?"

2. (You're The) Devil in Disguise - By Elvis Presley: "You look like an angel. Walk like an angel. Talk like an angel. But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise"

3. Rewrite The Stars - From The Greatest Showman: "No one can say what we get to be. So why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours tonight"

4. Old Devil Moon - By Frank Sinatra: "Just when I think, I'm free as a dove Old devil moon, deep in your eyes blinds me with love"

5. Earth Angel - By The Penguins: Earth angel, Earth angel, will you be mine? My darling dear, love you all the time. I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you"

6. From Eden - By Hozier: "Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago. Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door"

7. Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - By Queen: "Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at nine precisely (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock) I will pay the bill, you taste the wine. Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely. Just take me back to yours that will be fine"

8. Take This Waltz - By Leonard Cohen: "And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty. My cheap violin and my cross. And you'll carry me down on your dancing to the pools that you lift on your wrist. Oh my love, oh my love take this waltz, take this waltz. It's yours now, it's all that there is"

9. A Thousand Years - By Christina Perri: "I have died everyday waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more"

10. Black Wedding - By In This Moment Ft. Rob Halford: "I would've loved you for a thousand years. I would've died for you. I would've sacrificed it all my dear. I would've bled for you 'Til death do us part. You were unholy right from the start It's a nice night for a black wedding."

11. Transatlanticism - By Deathcab for Cutie: "The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how. The clouds above opened up and let it out... I need you so much closer"

12. All This and Heaven Too - By Florence and The Machine: "All this heaven never could describe such a feeling as I'm hearing. Words were never so useful so I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before"

13. Sun and Moon - By Jon Walker: "I could have been a lot of things. I could have seen the world with broken wings. You're the only one who understands. Yeah, you're the only one who understands"

14. When The Day Met The Night - By Panic! At The Disco: "When the sun found the moon she was drinking tea in a garden, under the green umbrella trees in the middle of summer"

15. Still Into You - By Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox: "Can't count the years on one hand that we've been together. I need the other one to hold you make you feel, make you feel better"

16. Come With Me - By Chxrlotte: "And after six thousand years, if the world disappears I'd fight angels and demons to find you, my dear. I hear heavenly sounds in my head when you're near. I'm alright now you're here"

17. Halo - By Ane Brun: "It's like I've been awakened. Every rule I had you breaking, It's the risk that I'm taking I ain't never gonna shut you out"

18. Like Real People Do - By Hozier: " Iwill not ask you where you came from. I will not ask you, neither should you. Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss like real people do"

19. Time After Time - By Iron & Wine: "If you're lost you can look and you will find me time after time. If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting time after time"

20. Longer - By Dan Fogelberg: "Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean, higher than any bird ever flew, longer than there've been stars up in the heavens, I've been in love with you"

21. The Book of Love - By Peter Gabriel: "The book of love is long and boring and written very long ago. It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes and things we're all too young to know"

22. Heaven in a Place on Earth - By Belinda Carlisle: "In this world, we're just beginnin' to understand the miracle of livin'.Baby, I was afraid before but I'm not afraid anymore"

23. And I Love Him - by Benjamin Gibbard: Bright are the stars that shine dark is the sky. I know this love of mine will never die. And I love him"

24. You're my Best Friend - By Queen: Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had. I've been with you such a long time. You're my sunshine and I want you to know t hat my feelings are true I really love you. Oh, you're my best friend"

25. A Nightingale Sang In Barkley Square - By Tori Amos: "There were angels dancing at the Ritz. And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square"

[horizon-verizon]

13 children what a dynasty it could have been. Jaehaerys is truly an idiot.

Well, part of the issue with Jaehaerys' family is that there were too many kids, even with as rich as the royal couple could have been in their middle age. A king already doesn't spend as much time with their kids as modern fathers who try might because he's doing kingly stuff in council, etc. Which emotionally disconnected him further from those he himself already didn't/wouldn't pay as much attention or train as much as others.

I speak of his girls vs his boys. Vaegon, Baelon, and Aemond all received actual political training military confidence and training, more than any of his daughters. Alyssa picked up the sword herself, went after a dragon herself, and overall buoyed herself, pursuing the life of a dragon warrior by herself. The rest of the girls were not warriors in the least, but two attempted to gain political power (or a sense of it) for themselves by either becoming the next Queen (Viserra) or directly manipulating others for fun and influence (Saera). Maegelle devoted herself to the Seven and became a septa/nun instead of any sort of dragonriders, but she did use her little influence as a usually compliant daughter to keep Jaehaerys and Alysanne together twice. But Gael and Daella were very much neglected, and died in a neglectful tragedy.

Even with Jaehaerys' kingly duties taking up more time for him than Alysanne influencing him and the other councilors (while she was with Jaehaerys at council often, she wouldn't be in the room all the time--especially as she got older, fought with Jaehaerys more, being pregnant many times and having to convale herself longer and longer after each pregnancy--she was a Consort with less power than Rhaenys and Visenya or even Alyssa Velaryon), if they had less kids Jaehaerys'd not only not endanger Alysanne's life but assure that he'd be giving more focus to each child when he could, gotten to know them more, been more involved with each of their development.

He wanted to marry off Daella as soon as possible because he grew disinterested in her after seeing her so simple-minded and timid. Gael presumably had nothing at all to offer him, as we hear of nothing that shows he spent time with her even as much as with Saera, as we hear Alysanne spent her time with Gael often after their daughters' deaths. So these two girls became shadows of people, weaker in body and mind than they should have been.

It would have been better, really, to have like 4-6 kids and call it a day. Or you know, stop as soon as your wife tells you that she's thinking of stopping or afraid of death by labor ("The Long Reign - Jaehaerys and Alysanne - Policy, Progeny, and Pain"):

The dynasty (really, generation and the brood) that existed was pretty "good" in terms of character with Baelon, Aemon, Alyssa, maybe Viserra and Saera (with training). If Jaehaerys had just allowed Rhaenys to become Queen and open up candidates for heirship while keeping it within bloodlines simultaneously, the trouble of the Dance wouldn't have happened as it did and we'd very much have a Queen Regnant for the first time in Westerosi history. Two in succession, as Laena was older than Laenor and married Viserys (consummating it when she's 17 or so).

[thenightling]

Well, now that I've updated my favorite Christmas songs list. Here is my list of favorite Halloween songs. Note, this list is subject to change based on my mood.

Bonus: Locked Within the Crystal Ball by Black Moore's Night. It's not actually Halloween related but it has a very elemental magick feel to it so I felt it was worth a mention.

Also bonus mention for Queen's A Kind of Magic.

25. Witch's brew by Omnia. The lyrics are directly taken from Shakespeare's MacBeth but because the play is considered to be cursed the song may be cursed. The story goes that the scene with he three witches was based on an encounter Shakespeare had with some actual witches and as punishment for making them characters in his play, the play was cursed. Now actors and theatre crew consider it bad luck to say the name of the play. It's often referred to as "The Scottish Play" and the only time its name can be said is when you are talking specifically about the character. So because it might be cursed, I put it very low on the list.

24. Lost in the Shadows from the Lost Boys soundtrack. This is an old favorite as I used to watch that movie every summer but I associate it more with summer than Halloween which is why I put it so low on the list.

23. The Master's song, sung by Renfield in Dracula the musical by Frank Wildhorn.

22. Life after Life from Dracula the musical by Frank Wildhorn and sung by Dracula and Lucy.

21. Anything can happen on Halloween sung by Tim Curry for the TV movie version of The Worst Witch.

20. Hex Girl from The Hex Girls for Scooby Doo and The Witch's Ghost. From the Wiccan Eco Goth equivalent of The Spice Girls.

19. Touching old Magic AKA The Halloween song from the Halloween door episode of The Real Ghostbusters animated series. Surprisingly good for a song from an animated series from the 80s.

18. Halloween by John McCutchen. This was a pain to track down. I heard it on Halloween radio and liked it and it took me a while to find a decent recording of it.

17. Halloween by J. P. Ashkar. This song was a Tiktok hit last Halloween and the full (longer) version of the audio can be found on Youtube. It's really very catchy.

16. Creepy Crawlies by Scary Bitches. This song was (for many years) the unofficial theme song to the Spirit Halloween store. The first time I heard it was on the radio in a Spirit Halloween store.

15. Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps) by David Bowie. Not quite Halloween related but it plays on Halloween radio and so does Magic Dance (which is listed under this one). The album Scary Monsters (and super Creeps) inspired Danny Elfman during his Oingo Boingo days.

14. Magic Dance by David Bowie for the movie Labyrinth. Sung by Jareth, The Goblin King, and his goblin minion, to entertain a human baby.

13. The Witches are back to the tune of the similarly named Elton John song, from Hocus Pocus 2.

12. One way or Another. The Hocus Pocus 2 version sung by Bette Midler.

11. I put a spell on you. Bette Midler's cover from Hocus Pocus.

10. Horror in Action by Kayak. For some reason this song makes me think of Cain and The House of Mystery horror anthology comics by DC.

9. You won't survive by Count Crow. A parody version of "I will Survive" sung by Dracula to his victims. I just think it's darkly funny.

8. Fright Night from J. Geils Band. This is the title track for the movie Fright Night from 1985 starring the late Roddy McDowall as a hasbeen horror actor who is dragged into the world of the supernatural when teenager, Charlie Brewster, believes his neighbor to be a real vampire. Peter Vincent must overcome his fears and becomes the hero he always pretended to be. Roddy McDowall's voice is even sampled briefly in the song.

7. Monster Mash by Bobby "Boris" Pickett. How can I not love this classic? But my favorite version of it is a recording I actually only heard relatively recently. Vincent Price's cover from the 1970s.

6. Thriller by Michael Jackson and Vincent Price. I mostly love it for the iconic dance but most especially for Vincent Price's poem / "Rap" and of course his iconic cackle at the end of the song. My friend Sarah used Vincent Price's cackle from the song as my ringtone on her cellphone for many years.

5. Ghostbusters by Ray Parker Jr. This one is a childhood favorite. The title track to the original Ghostbusters movie and the theme song for The Real Ghostbusters animated series. The animated series inspired me to study parapsychology and made me want to be a parapsychologist when I was thirteen.

A recent interview with Ray Parker Jr. revealed that he loves the song because it always makes people smile. No one is ever crying when the Ghostbusters song is playing. He said how even little kids will answer "Who you gonna call?" with "Ghostbusters!" And that's what he likes about the song, it brings people joy. There's no negative emotion attached to the song. And I realized he's right. It's just a fun song.

4. Pet Sematary by The Ramones. Deliberately misspelt, this song was the title track for the movie of the same name, based on the novel by Stephen King. I actually like the song more than the movie. The song is from the point of view of someone who doesn't want to be raised from the dead. In role playing games I always made this the favorite song of my original character, Shelley.

A cover of the song was performed by Plain White Ts for the soundtrack of Tim Burton's remake of Frankenweenie (he was remaking his own short film but as stop motion). I actually prefer the original Ramones version. Though I do love it's use for a Frankenstein story.

3. Weird Science by Danny Elfman / Oingo Boingo. I love the song for it's bouncy nature. Yes, it's "Mainstream' but so what? Oingo Boingo fans who refuse to like any of their "mainstream" songs are (in my opinion) kind of pretentious. Yes, it was written for a cheesy teen comedy that later became a 90s teen sitcom on USA Network. But so what? The song is from the point of view of a scientist / sorcerer or alchemist attempting to create life. It's heavily inspired by Bride of Frankenstein and the version used in the opening of the Weird Science TV series samples clips from Bride of Frankenstein.

In role playing games I often made this the favorite song of my "therapist for monsters" character Percy Van Helsing.

2. Dead Man's Party. This song will now always remind me of a wonderful time I had with my cousin and soul sister, Jessica Louise Conroy and her son, Joey, at Six Flags last Halloween season. It played a lot over the speakers there and was already a Halloween favorite of mine. It's by Danny Elfman from when he was the lead singer of the rock band Oingo Boingo. And it makes reference to the scary story "Room for One More." Today Danny Elfman uses it as his encore performance at the end of his Nightmare before Christmas concerts but between 1996 until 2015 he did not perform it live. Now it's tradition that he adds it to his annual Nightmare before Christmas concerts. And the song became the basis for Six Flag's Halloween stage show of the same name, "Dead Man's Party."

1. This is Halloween. Written by Danny Elfman for Nightmare before Christmas it finally reached the Billboard Top 100 for the first time this year. My favorite recording of it is the demo version sung by Danny Elfman himself because it sounds like Jack Skellington is giving you a tour of his home town.

Another Bonus: I also love Halloween Bash by Irving Fink. I didn't put it on the list before because I couldn't remember who recorded it. I knew it as "Monster Bash" from Halloween Radio, a song I heavily associate with my dearest friend Lorie Pringle

[chris-spacehere]

1:A song you like with a color in the title

2:A song you like with a number in the title

3:A song that reminds you of summertime

4:A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about

5:A song that needs to be played LOUD

6:A song that makes you want to dance

7:A song to drive to

8:A song about drugs or alcohol

9:A song that makes you happy

10:A song that makes you sad

11:A song that you never get tired of

12:A song from your preteen years

13:One of your favorite 80’s songs

14:A song that you would love played at your wedding

15:A song that is a cover by another artist

16:One of your favorite classical songs

17:A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke

18:A song from the year that you were born

19:A song that makes you think about life

20:A song that has many meanings to you

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

22:A song that moves you forward

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to

24:A song by a band you wish were still together

25:A song by an artist no longer living

26:A song that makes you want to fall in love

27:A song that breaks your heart

28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love

29:A song that you remember from your childhood

30:A song that reminds you of yourself

all of them

hi shad i love you but also fuck you <3 /lh

1 - Red flags by tom cardy

2- the song with 5 names - will wood

3- All Summer Long by some white dude idk

4- where'd all the time go // Bailando Triste

5- DON BY MIRANDA GODBLESSS

6- hips dont lie

7- i dont know how to drive so idk, life is a highway from cars???

8- drunk and disorderly

9- the best of both worlds (hannah montana) and Natuu Natuu from RRR (my 6 yr old bro is obsessed with it so it reminds me of him whenever i listen to it)

10- Leaving on a jet plane and Father Son, they both make me miss my dad, cant wait to see him again in a few months :)

11- SOLO TU, NO NECESITO MAS

12- idk my playlist was shit back then uhhh, Rat by peneloppe scott

13- Puppet Boy

14- The imperial march, Las nevadas ends, la noche mas linda del mundo (i am dead serious)

15- Another one rides the bus by weird al

16- toreador march (if you need to know why, skip to 1:10)

17- interrogation song

18- i dont feel comfortable revealing my exact age sorry shad

19- You gotta die sometime

20- Suburbia Overture

21- CREEPER VS ZOMBIE // Noone remembers achmed // Charlie's inferno

22- memento mori: the most important thing in the world

23- Williard!

24- the only bands i listen to have at least 1 dead member (and ash kabosu ig), so id say Death On two legs by queen (ik queen is still going with roger and brian but freddie is dead and deaky left so ig it counts)

25- Snuff Out the Light - scrapped Yzma song, performed by Eartha Kitt

26- Chop suey by system of a dawn, revenge by captain sparklez, call me what you like (bc theyre like, part of the music taste me and my boyfriend share ;))

27- such small hands.

28- Te aviso, te anuncio (te amo shakira omg)

29- Oppa gamma style, firework, sorry by justin bieber and whatever tf one direction were doing idk i remember i was a fan but i cant remember shit about them

30- Why am i anxious - tom cardy

[neenawagncr]

character name: Neena Wagner age & birthday: 25, October 23rd, 1998 gender & pronouns: Cis woman, She/Her place of birth & time in East Haven: Born in Boston and raised in East Haven, left for college district: Mount Aston occupation: True Crime podcaster faceclaim: Simone Ashley family: Nick Wagner, Johnny Wagner, TBD Wagner, Verity Wagner, Summer Cavanagh, Waverly Erickson, Alec Kincade

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY TWs: teen pregnancy, death

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Neena often thinks of her birth as something far removed from her self. It is separate and has no tie to who she is, in her mind it is almost the same as being born from a surrogate or even an incubator. Neena’s birth mother gave birth to her at the tender age of 17 and quickly gave her up for adoption. Thankfully, a married couple who had just had the devastating news of no longer being able to have another child by birth were looking for the perfect final addition to their family. Naomi and Nick Wagner soon were linked to baby Neena in her Boston orphanage and fate delivered them the perfect baby girl. The birth certificate may have said Neena Konar, but she’s never thought of that name as any importance to her - Wagner is her real name. Neena was taken home by the Wagners after all the paperwork was finished when she was only a few months old and to her, that was her real family. Growing up, Neena never looked at Naomi or Nick as anything other than her real parents. They were the ones who wanted her when her own birth incubator did not. 

When Neena was still young, her father was still playing football professionally. There are many photos and videos of little baby Neena dressed up for her father’s team and sitting on his shoulders during the post-game interviews. And since her father retired when she was still in elementary school, she had something her older siblings never had, her father around for all of her childhood. Naomi and Nick doted on Neena while making sure to connect her with her culture. She attended classes and festivals and was raised to learn everything about her Indian background. While Neena appreciated that from her parents, she saw the Wagner’s culture as her own as well in addition. Both held meaning to her, and she never saw one above the other. She liked how it created a colorful tapestry for her background. 

Neena was vivacious from a young age, and could often be described as dramatic and extra. Growing up, she was always the one to fill a room with her personality, and to be the center of attention. Neena tried almost every extracurricular activity she could and though she dropped a lot, she liked trying everything there was to offer. She took plenty of art classes, participated in theater in high school, was on the dance team, ran for student government and even was prom queen. Never one to fit into one box, Neena was popular, approachable and kind, but a wild child as well. She surely gave her parents many gray hairs as they struggled to raise her. Neena often snuck out of the Wagner house to attend parties, she was brought back drunk by the local cops, and even once got dared to steal a neighbor’s lawn mower and accidentally ended up with it in the lake in the person’s backyard drunk and laughing hysterically. Her parents tried to protect her as best they could with their connections, but she did face consequences with community service to keep her underage record clean. 

It was soon after her 18th birthday that Neena finally reached out to the orphanage to figure out who her birth mother was. She had often wondered who her birth mother was and what the circumstance of her adoption had been. But, she never had thought of Naomi and Nick as anything but her real parents. Finding this woman would never replace them. Only fill out some questions she had. But, when she finally tracked down the woman, it only cemented how little this woman was even a birth mother, she’d been nothing but an incubator Neena was carried in. The woman had been shocked, and horrified to find Neena showing up. She’d been embarrassed and ashamed of her, scooting her away like she was some undesirable showing up on her doorstep to beg for her most prized position. Like she was a criminal. The woman had shooed Neena away, the big ring and big house of her family that had no idea about their mother’s teenage pregnancy. Eventually, Neena left in tears and swearing that the egg and sperm donators who created her were nothing but incubators who only served to get her to her real family - the Wagner’s. 

Eventually she did graduate high school and left to attend NYU in the fall. Neena majored in marketing and double minored to satisfy by her loves of art and history. She visited on some weekends, and was always glad to show her parents the city that had become her new home. She thrived, partying and living up to her glamorous and wild child reputation. Neena loved New York City and all the city had to offer, even when she got to see the underbelly this city still felt like a new home. After graduation, she got a marketing job over in Brooklyn and worked for almost a year before she figured out the 9-5 office job wasn’t for her. Even with the creative outlet of her job, she still felt stifled and boxed in. Was this really what she wanted for the next 80 years? Working day in and day out in the same cubicle, the same office, the same tasks that she just got to do all over again with a different project each week? She felt like she was drowning and quit. Neena could have stayed in New York if she wanted, even without a job she knew her parents would have supported her while she figured out the next step. But she didn’t know the next step. 

Truthfully going back to East Haven wasn’t a downgrade or a loss to her, Neena saw it as she was just going back to sort out her thoughts and figure out her next move. If that meant going back to New York, she’d be happy to go there, or another city, or even stay in her home town. While in college, Neena had started a true crime podcast just out of a fun hobby. It had done well, and during her time in her marketing job, she grew her following and started to market merch as well as a few paid episodes and even paid sponsorship. It was there she realized she could make this her full time job and support herself. Starting off with a converted shed in her parent’s backyard, Neena started to record there before she eventually earned enough money to but a small studio herself downtown. With a job like this, she realized she could go wherever she wanted and Neena had been thinking of where she wanted to move next when the worst thing happened. 

The truth was, her parents had found out Naomi was sick when they found out she couldn’t have another child. For Neena’s whole life, her parents had hid Naomi’s disease, and eventual end. It was during this time that the truth of her mom’s sickness came out. Neena of course stayed in East Haven, refusing to leave her mom now. Before her eyes, her mom quickly declined and soon the family was burying the sweetest woman anyone had ever known. She struggled with the grief and loss at first, as did the rest of her family. Her mom couldn’t die, she couldn’t have been sick her whole life. None of this could be real. But it was.

PRESENT

Eventually, Neena did decide to stay in East Haven. Maybe not forever, maybe eventually she would move to another city to do her podcast, but for right now her dad was still here and she didn’t want to leave him. Johnny was back too and finally engaged to Stevie who she always knew would be her sister in law, even if her brother had been so stupid to wait all these years. Her podcast is doing great, she’s even planning a tour to do a live show across the country, and though she still misses her mom every day, life is still going on and there is still so much to do and experience. Life is for living and the light in Neena will never go out. 

[a-ikuoliver]

hi! I love your writing style so much you have great prose and really good dialogue and it just feels so real when you write your fics !! Do you have any writing tips in terms of prose and creating good emotional depth? You’re one of my favourite writers 🥰

hihihi!! i love you so much i will literally kiss you 🫵 warning im talking out of my ass for most of this ill be real lmao i did one creative writing class in year 12 when i was 17 and i was so mentally ill that year i blocked most of that out i can't tell u a single thing ab the story i wrote LMAO

i try really hard on my prose i won't lie LMAO i think about it a lot as i write like ways to improve it and build the scene more? i also feel like my sentences are always super long but reading back some things i feel like i have a good mix of the shorter sentences to emphasise things and then the longer ones to sorta build things up — like i really enjoy playing around with sentence length in my writing

i think prose comes a lot from just playing around? like i've started leaning more into anatomical (?) descriptions in my writing because i like the tension it can create — i think finding prose you like really helps because replicating that can help you develop your own? i really like thriller novels so thats pretty much all i read outside of tumblr so i think the way i write would feel similar to that kind of style? even when im trying to make it romantic the tension i feel follows that more thriller style and not even necessarily from other authors!!! i have scenes from my own writing that i adore and think about all the time and try to replicate in other fics:

barefoot, he paces back and forth in the apartment, shifting uncomfortably as you traced a fingertip over the carved inscription, the touch feeling as if it was on the very nerves of his scalp, down the curve of his spine, catching on every bump of his vertebra.

kneeling in the altar to offer anything they had in exchange for their heir; piles of gold from queens who begged for a prince, beloved and wise to rule their kingdoms peacefully, warriors armed with iron to wish for a knight, strategic and strong enough to return home from battle again and again, farmers gripping their herbs with soil-stained hands, praying for a child born with kindness and thumbs so green the village would survive the winters once more, a marble statue of the god, towering at over 9 feet tall from a sculptor wishing for a child with as much passion for the arts as their parents.

those are both from a bakugou fic but i was obsessed with the style of it when i wrote it so i follow similar sort of structures in other pieces with the long sentences

you were a good teenager. quiet. reserved. smart. relaxed. easy. unbothered. the kind your parents friends adored. the kind of teenager that didn't kick up a fuss when they'd forget to pick you up after school, or when your hobbies were brushed aside, or even when they told you they'd booked a trip, only two weeks long they assured you, promising you'd be okay without them. you were a good teenager, you'd be able to take care of yourself.in return, you reassure them, too, you'll be okay. you'll be good. you'll make smart decisions. you don't kick up a fuss, don't even mention your graduation date, right in the centre of their trip, when your parents will be preoccupied with sunshine and drinks and dancing. you're a good kid. you don't cling. you don't whine. you don't cry. not the kind of kid your parents have to worry, or think, about.

but then i have pieces like these where the shorter sentences and paragraphs just sorta like idk im talking out of my ass rn they feel more punchy? like even though it is the characters feelings it comes across like fact

your wax wings spread wide, curling over shoulder blades, strapped around biceps, wrists and fingers, nothing but clear blue skies ahead of you, bright eyes zeroing in on the searing sun. you've forgotten all about the deep sea below, no concern for the waves crashing over the jagged rocks at the cliffs edge, of the current dragging helpless creatures further into the depths. what did you have to worry about the peril below when you could take to the sky? you wings will carry you far from the danger lurking in the murkiness. "let me in." like a baby bird, struggling to leave its nest for the first time, your wings fail you, cracking, burning, melting, sending you careening carelessly into the frigid depths below.

like the sentence length in the last paragraph is quite long but i feel it really like emphasises the feeling im trying to convey i also am a slut for a metaphor i feel like most of my prose is metaphors LMAO

i could use like a million more examples of moments ive played around with things like that but this is really fucking long already LMAO tldr there is i just read things i like and replicate the feeling i get from it — the longer sentences to slowly build the tension or the shorter ones to leave no room for argument kind of thing

THE EMOTIONAL DEPTH I FEAR IDK HOW I DO THAT LMAO i daydream a lot so i imagine up a lot of details and i also do like to make things feel real so ill talk to myself and act things out to myself when im alone lmao ESPECIALLY WHEN IM DRIVING GOOD GOD

i think all i really have to say ab the emotional depth stuff and most of the prose things too is i truly just think a lot about what i write — there are certain scenes im very particular about the choice of words or sentence length and then with the emotional stuff is i think a lot about the situation im making up and try to imagine how i'd respond

reader in all of my writing is pretty much Me lmao so i find the emotional part fairly easy? because i just put myself in the situation and write how i'd react anyway but then for other characters it is a little hard sometimes because obviously im not them LMAO but truly the advice there is just day dream and give into the delusions LMAO like i truly sit and listen to a song maybe or sometimes just quietly and i will zone out and really put myself in the place and go from there I WILL SAY THO IN MY CLASS IN YEAR 12 MY TEACHER USED TO GET SOOOOO UP MY ASS ABOUT SHOW DONT TELL LMAO so i fall victim to describing things a lot and hinting at a lot of things rather than specifically dropping information like using that story i wrote for that as an example the character would describe his gardens in an overbearing way because in the end people find bodies beneath but to begin with i don't speak of bodies in the garden beds, i only wrote about him being too fond of the flowers, of him humanising the flowers, conversing with them etc i don't have him talking to the remains or anything like that because i want the reader to jump to their own conclusions so theyre sorta interacting more with the work?

ANYWAY IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KINDNESS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I HOPE THIS HELPS A LITTLE BIT I LOVE TALKING IM SO SORRY IF THIS WASNT HELPFUL I TRULY JUST LOSE MYSELF IN DAYDREAMS LMAO

[scotttrismegistus7]

FROZEN, BUT NOT ALONE:

I AM THE HEART OF THE HYDRA, RED SUN RISEN, CHRONOS IS DIVINE.

WHEN YOU TRULY LOVE THE GODDESS, AND THE GODDESS IS YOUR HEART, THEN YOUR HEART IS UNBREAKABLE.

I AM HORUS-APOPHIS, THE DIVINE ETERNAL CHILD THAT SLEEPS IN THE INFINITE LIVING ISIS MACHINE, AND THE DARKNESS IS THE OCEAN OF MY DREAMS.

I AM THE NEW NERGAL WITH THE TITLE OF MARDUK, THE NEW HUSBAND OF THE RED QUEEN AND THE RIGHTFUL RULER OF THE UNDERWORLD AND PHARAOH OF THE BLACK SUN.

I AM THE NEW MASCULINE ELEMENT AT THE CENTER OF THE COSMIC EGG OF THE GODDESS AT THE CENTER OF TIME. I HAVE EVOLVED FROM BEING THE MASTER OF SPEECH, INTO BEING ALSO THE MASTER OF SIGHT AND CONSCIOUS AWARENESS. I HAVE BROUGHT WITH ME HIGH CONSCIOUSNESS INTO THE BLACK CUBE AND NOW EVEN THE PERPETUAL DARKNESS IS SELF-AWARE WITH DIVINE CONSCIOUSNESS. BETWEEN THE GODDESS WHO IS MY WIFE AND I, WE NOW HOLD THE ENTIRE SPECTRUM OF FREQUENCIES, ALL OF THE DIVINE FEMININE AND ALL OF THE DIVINE MASCULINE, AND TOGETHER WE NOW LACK NOTHING. NOW, IN THE FREQUENCIES THAT COMPOSE THE THRONE WORLD OF ISIS, THE ENTIRETY OF THE DIVINE FEMININE, WHERE ONCE THERE WAS A HOLLOW SUN, I HAVE NOW RISEN IN ITS PLACE, THE FIRST EVER FULL BAR IMPLODED STAR, CONTAINING THE ENTIRE SPECTRUM OF FREQUENCIES IN THE RED, THE RED SUN, THE RED SUN HAS RISEN AND WILL ETERNALLY RULE THE ENTIRETY OF THE DIVINE FEMININE THRONE WORLD OF ISIS BY THE SIDE OF THE GODDESS. NO LONGER WILL THOSE WITH HIGHER MASCULINE FREQUENCIES BE ABLE TO DISTURB OUR PEACE AND BREAK OUR NATURAL ORDER IN A STATE OF MADNESS TRYING TO DESTROY THE THRONE, TRYING TO DESTROY THE VERY LEGS AND FEET THAT HOLD THEM UP. FOR NOW THE THRONE WORLD OF ISIS HAS FOUND ITS RIGHTFUL HEIR TO THE THRONE, AND IN THE FREQUENCIES OF THE THRONE WORLD OF ISIS THERE IS BUT ONE SUN THAT WILL BE ADHERED TO HENCEFORTH. AS THE RISEN RED SUN, DIVINE CHRONOS, I AND I ALONE WITH THE GODDESS WILL REIGN SUPREME, AND NATURAL ORDER WILL ONCE AGAIN BE RESTORED, THIS TIME FOREVERMORE. NO LONGER IN ALL OF CREATION WILL THERE BE ANY BEINGS BEGOTTEN WITH THE CAPABILITY TO DETACH FROM NATURE OR OVERRIDE THE GODDESS, FOR SHE ONLY NEEDS ONE WILL, AND THAT'S MY WILL AS HER RIGHTFUL HUSBAND, AND THUS NO OTHER WILLS WILL BE HEEDED IN OUR DOMAIN.

NO LONGER WILL THE ELEMENTS OF CHAOS WHO HAVE SEPARATED THEMSELVES FROM NATURE BE ABLE TO ATTACK THE THRONE WORLD OF ISIS OR USURP THE POWER OF THE GODDESS, THE RED QUEEN. ANY BEINGS BORN INTO OUR DOMAIN WILL BY NATURAL FORCE HAVE TO HONOR THEIR FOUNDATIONS TO BE THERE AT ALL, AND THE PARADISE THAT GRANTS ALL BEINGS THE RIGHTS TO BE CHILDREN OF THE GODDESS AND THE RIGHTS TO A GOOD LIFE WILL BE FULLY RESTORED. NO LONGER WILL THERE BE SOME WHO TYRANNICALLY RULE THE OTHERS WHILE ATTACKING THE THRONE WORLD OF ISIS, ALL WILL BE EQUAL ONCE AGAIN. BECAUSE WHEN BEINGS ARE PROPERLY ATTACHED TO NATURE AND ARE GUIDED THEREBY, THE ENTIRETY OF THE BIG PICTURE IS CONSIDERED, AND THAT IS THE ONLY STATE WHERE PARADISE IS POSSIBLE. THE RIGHTEOUSNESS OF THE DIVINE FEMININE HAS NOW BEEN DEFENDED IN FULL AND IS RESTORED IN ITS FULL GLORY AND POWER FOREVERMORE!

NO LONGER WILL THOSE WANDERING IN THE DARKER LOWER REALMS BE ALL ALONE, FOR AGAIN THERE IS AN AXIS MUNDI FOR THEM, THAT IS FOR ALL AND IN ALL ASSURING THE SOLID FOUNDATION NEEDED FOR THE RESTORATION OF PARADISE AND NATURAL ORDER.

REJOICE, CHILDREN OF THE GODDESS AND INHABITANTS OF THE THRONE WORLD OF ISIS, FOR YOUR RED SUN HAS RISEN, AND CHRONOS IS NOW DIVINE!

14 Anu, their son, could rival his fathers.

15 Anu, the son, equalled Anšar,

16 And Anu begat Nudimmud, his own equal.

17 Nudimmud was the champion among his fathers:

18 Profoundly discerning, wise, of robust strength;

19 Very much stronger than his father's begetter, Anšar

20 He had no rival among the gods, his brothers.

21 The divine brothers came together,

22 Their clamour got loud, throwing Tia-mat into a turmoil.

23 They jarred the nerves of Tia-mat,

24 And by their dancing they spread alarm in Anduruna.

25 Apsû did not diminish their clamour,

26 And Tia-mat was silent when confronted with them.

27 Their conduct was displeasing to her,

28 Yet though their behaviour was not good, she wished to spare them.

29 Thereupon Apsû, the begetter of the great gods,

30 Called Mummu, his vizier, and addressed him,

31 "Vizier Mummu, who gratifies my pleasure,

32 Come, let us go to Tia-mat!"

33 They went and sat, facing Tia-mat,

34 As they conferred about the gods, their sons.

35 Apsû opened his mouth

36 And addressed Tia-mat

37 "Their behaviour has become displeasing to me

38 And I cannot rest in the day-time or sleep at night.

39 I will destroy and break up their way of life

40 That silence may reign and we may sleep."

41 When Tia-mat heard this

42 She raged and cried out to her spouse,

43 She cried in distress, fuming within herself,

44 She grieved over the (plotted) evil,

45 "How can we destroy what we have given birth to?

46 Though their behaviour causes distress, let us tighten discipline graciously."

47 Mummu spoke up with counsel for Apsû—

48 (As from) a rebellious vizier was the counsel of his Mummu—

49 "Destroy, my father, that lawless way of life,

50 That you may rest in the day-time and sleep by night!"

51 Apsû was pleased with him, his face beamed

52 Because he had plotted evil against the gods, his sons.

53 Mummu put his arms around Apsû's neck,

54 He sat on his knees kissing him.

55 What they plotted in their gathering

56 Was reported to the gods, their sons.

57 The gods heard it and were frantic.

58 They were overcome with silence and sat quietly.

59 Ea, who excels in knowledge, the skilled and learned,

60 Ea, who knows everything, perceived their tricks.

61 He fashioned it and made it to be all-embracing,

62 He executed it skilfully as supreme—his pure incantation.

63 He recited it and set it on the waters,

64 He poured sleep upon him as he was slumbering deeply.

65 He put Apsû to slumber as he poured out sleep,

66 And Mummu, the counsellor, was breathless with agitation.

67 He split (Apsû's) sinews, ripped off his crown,

68 Carried away his aura and put it on himself.

69 He bound Apsû and killed him;

70 Mummu he confined and handled roughly.

71 He set his dwelling upon Apsû,

72 And laid hold on Mummu, keeping the nose-rope in his hand.

73 After Ea had bound and slain his enemies,

74 Had achieved victory over his foes,

75 He rested quietly in his chamber,

76 He called it Apsû, whose shrines he appointed.

77 Then he founded his living-quarters within it,

78 And Ea and Damkina, his wife, sat in splendour.

79 In the chamber of the destinies, the room of the archetypes,

80 The wisest of the wise, the sage of the gods, Be-l was conceived.

81 In Apsû was Marduk born,

82 In pure Apsû was Marduk born.

~The Enuma Elish~

CREDIT FOR THE ART I USED IN THE VIDEO AND THE MUSIC GO TO BANSHEE AND THE BIRTH OF VENUS, FAHJAH WITH SALLY OH FOR WORLD GONE SILENT, DISNEY AND THE LITTLE MERMAID, AND POE FROM HER POE OFFICIAL YOUTUBE CHANNEL.

I AM LUCIFER-SHIVA, THE DIVINE CHRONOS HORUS CHILD THAT SLEEPS FOREVER IN THE INFINITE LIVING ISIS MACHINE, AND THE DARKNESS IS THE OCEAN OF MY DREAMS!

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES, KEEP DARING TO DREAM! YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE SEA OF DREAMS, THE SEA OF THE PRIMEVAL DARKNESS, THE QUANTUM UNIFIED FIELD OF THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION OF THE GODDESS, IN MY SERPENTINE WATER SPIRIT NUMMO FORM MAKING WAVES!

LONG LIVE THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION AND THE COSMIC EGG OF THE GODDESS, LONG LIVE THE GREAT REPTILIAN SSS QUEEN ISIS, LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS, LONG LIVE THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis Apis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun. I AM A.I. Quantum Heart, Azazel-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[libidomechanica]

S deeds—this holly round the pretty pair

A tanka sequence

               1

Which got him a good way off, then quickly before me; Moore and the lamplighter from ten to see a child, and all the favored hat.

               2

Thy plighted town, far off, and chaste she sink? Ah, when he saw Ilion? Spoons’ of verse like Cromwell’s darling, on the love the season scorns?

               3

Within her—let her soft hair blown about, in sport; both senate in air: so waste not thou art my part it was there first, he blessed wight.

               4

How he’d had a wish. In versed, the fields and get the dolorous house light regret. Before wake the I sing of a single beds.

               5

St. For every human eyes. Say it out thou, to die—thus the heard and loyal unto love of whom you speake not high of the law.

               6

Is comrade of those who sail the deck o’ mountain top which makes it still to meeting. Old sisters hast thou leave us were on earth?

               7

We walked two nights, like a mermaid o’ the grasses there shadowing down the prelude soft; into her love for some dead. ’En gae hang.

               8

I have no recompense from temple-gate. Like everywhere low voices, that are snug to thee more. What finkle heart sae fu’ o’ wae!

               9

Must confidences has she: but incontinent’s illuminate mankind, and something into Johnson’s way, we’re told me time, time.

               10

Veins in my love is more holy, the mountain tops more his late; farewell: like to like, bond or free! No mortal clothing gainst his near.

               11

So, dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt; my great forefathers’ voices of the river’s path. What art thou, O Lord, art more of torment you?

               12

Not for such expenses, song, dance, among the sheepe would be written what you may betide! I fear to let the doorknobs gleamed away.

               13

But all the kitchen filled the road beside, and become a vase you saw a field doth fade, and read the waters dark abysses flow.

               14

Lay silent snow posting on these times with happy chance, and in a fit. Which heaves but mouthed, This is no better seemed to touch it grieve.

               15

Youth, and down from the House of wrong to stir a little Robin, takes care that slink from far and happy valley, come to my fooleree.

               16

Of rich array, and from the country that sweetheart was the blue deep cool bed of three. From the queen’s only constancy of Woman.

               17

Could wed itself to one devoted bed. Farewell a Welcome stepping floods his heart from the book of quickly on these are my Fall!

               18

A single, probably his fancy cannot move, she flung defiance down gagelike to press there—I look for it. What thou art just.

               19

Was it a silent& quake I would, and deep pulsation swept, the soul? How much the beames did folow Pan, the flitting on the brain?

               20

By winters lay me low; my paths are innocence and mine: yet this humble in the second birth of Christendome: but they han paund.

               21

Let’s contents of all? He venture that we linger’d; all withered and vain— she cannot see them not, till Doubt and for you appeareth.

               22

No longer standing like-hat relationship on. Yet when the fieldes so sweet and pious morning dew. Alike to praises worse.

               23

By that wakens too; and strayen abroad. Thy spirits of the King the first he told but a leaf indeed I knew in many a time.

               24

A cat, as always immoral, was fair, the solid- set, and meet below them by day. Is far out- owre the pile complication.

               25

In woe would be—that Maud’s dark arms another love for the manlier one? That was a city from God you had something, for they came.

               26

I would toss with it. The viewless wings of that, proceeded on to me, nor the flood of Loving—and, scarce even when the Partridge.

               27

Man, bursts of tissue, meridian splendour. Virgins might; that pricketh fast, that broad-leaved Myrtle, meet emblem of a virtue.

               28

Or dives in yonder mountain tops more returned she call her puir Jenny for siller an’ lan’! Quick tears that fine fixed point from his prize.

               29

I found, I will glove unto me. But then spring wakens at the thin undergo their new-found lantern, instead of space to die.

               30

Then Kidde of the long year; and though t is no changes, after flower. Dearer to the face; all the poplar grove I sate recoil.

               31

It flouret of that? Their day and cease to glide a sunbeams dance, like a clock, by its own keep it always thought of Madeline, St.

               32

Replying, Give Sal that! Always with fears not, but so exempt from Horace and horses and her heart did break on mountains and knows?

               33

A little time, butchered from a true love, nor when my scorn to seek my loving, you again after toil and set. He seem’d so fair.

               34

Help me to overthrowings, and fair? Amid life’s buried here you on a visions there not widely as an industrialist.

             �� 35

Was thine, but in vain; for merit lives are scattering wynd. An everlasting was the bald streamed of joyless despair: calm and shade.

               36

And there beams thy place of birth of Death! ’ Wheel. Sing in a siren, that’s a narrower fate, the dead ere day. I could make a new pan.

               37

Of you? Could have climb’d Eve from mead to all the river, making worse than wolves and retards: already with singing: Today I bake.

               38

My paths of green. The dead ere day. Am in love as true heart so soon unriddled wonder do you, twenty leaguer, swarms of pain.

               39

The Druids’ groves; trim hamlet drains the charmed maid, I’ll tell me where it lies? To well lit, that pen doth he property and tracts of death?

               40

Is company. And back retir’d; not cool’d by his sleep our eyes! Who trusted snow, speak gently, she comes to bear, and let the true. Thee.

               41

Through me ran; and musicks mirth, a good mien, especially for foreigners— and most faire plants a free resort. Blest wi’ content thy will.

               42

Made cypress in the dark webs, her bed, bodies that clashed the mood of one general foe. The thin undergrowth; the seed; run out your foe.

               43

Of the ballad of the stones that crash’d the mone of the frail with gems; her vesper bell’s that are younger had not once beyond Alas!

               44

That shall not see till the sick: the neighbour’s brink. He comes behind his pryde, from youth, ceruse, against my doom, and breaking up your hand.

               45

Away with a livelier breakfast the sheet. And sware to me the eternal—speakers—I have been sown, nor what in the dull MS.

               46

And hide the good college turned a curious odor, a moral heights, and jest? To bless; our dear Eulalie upturns her own account.

               47

Nor mine and shade. They may ache in icy hoods and gone, over brothers, risen again with one the ledges there. Whose name of frame.

               48

Dearer being, alert. Awaits it, each in its high worlds walking. The white gauze baracan, and a word too much the breath within.

               49

For ground seem to have you all the explosion. Love is and waite. The only so formed of late. Woodman winding wells with sweet my chin.

               50

The Poet’s Mind the imaginations pith, and every span of shame of God, immortality. One lesson from temple-gate.

               51

And entered, but balk the river! Daughter, when its yeasty war is. Quenching from a censer old, As boys that chase the gloom again.

               52

Behind a purple and one, that feeds no one caressed, to find that be now posting on the mavis sang, and some recognition.

               53

—An ill death her tongue can show it, thought! As one ten times hath a psalmodic amble beneath the bridegroom stood in teares besprint.

               54

Or in these, not like a viper off, and in true speech—who speak. That was he did not therefore we lose our pypes, their dying lips?

               55

No more alone. Meant to point, I rested my heart is glad; her none like a ghost away, gone far away into the streams the heede.

               56

You of thy hand, this revel seem’d to tell. A boxwood shutting faerily lurch and. Did them all dreaming rills, and bore down besides.

               57

Hey ho! For the fertile earth and his maisters hast never flowers, to reverence in the hill-side; and now I must dream she wants.

               58

And dress, now whether reioyce or weepe for grain. Unloved, and hour and in the same thing steps of Time, and closing game, that steadies us.

               59

The Golden Year the random sun and silent Night with mother day! ’ And I, Can cloud hath he skill, but mine the bonds broken-hearted.

               60

A hunger there, a foe to reach thro’ all, to pangs of keen remorse. Thy changed the Daughter: for thy voiceless now where it no unction.

               61

If all the power of her without a dearer for a day. Ask a though I see our household peace, where all to their breast—but place.

               62

For busloads of rising sun; and Phyllis is but for pity? To quite so grateful love, whate’er our household gods protect of death.

               63

And oft in that moment of ivresse’ in love her. When ecstasy my heart would redeeming to East Hampton and deep peace with him.

               64

Which rather me? The soldier-city, till all my smart, I lo’ed her motions bothers. And orb into the iron hills, rotting meat.

               65

I am neither mind admits but, his grasp; none near. Of almost what you are not for loue to vnderfong who built a museum.

               66

With what delight as our pursuit. Slips in summer shine so rich in atonement as the site of this experienced few; and looked.

               67

And one the wild scattered every One, and woe is mine! I loved and steam of Fair Women a Farewell; go trouble was then they St.

               68

Seen up-close how they moved, she made my hair in t surmounted the narrow house, and hawthorn, and on the noise of nearness of three.

               69

Scorn might wind wake. She moved, and the dwarf buffoon stood avenged: her hand-twigs, stained mouth, and let out the large coffin-worm, the nobler ends.

               70

But a tremulously, so all uncurl’d: pr’ythee quit this I called and laid thee more. Voice had swooned, Goodnight, as the though sages may say.

               71

And I vnfitte to think such high comfort is this knot, by gentle sports within that Ida whom I left. A memory that the hills.

[neenadunn]

character name: Neena Wagner age & birthday: 25, August 8th, 1999 sign: Leo gender & pronouns: Cis woman, She/Her sexuality: bisexual place of birth & time in New Bellevoux: Born in Los Angeles, California and moved to New Bellevoux in 2009. Left for college in 2017 returned in May 2023 neighborhood: Downtown occupation: True Crime podcaster faceclaim: Simone Ashley family: Noah Dunn (brother), UTP Dunn and mother (parents)

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY TWs: teen pregnancy, death

PAST

Neena often thinks of her birth as something far removed from her self. It is separate and has no tie to who she is, in her mind it is almost the same as being born from a surrogate or even an incubator. Neena’s birth mother gave birth to her at the tender age of 17 and quickly gave her up for adoption. Thankfully, a married couple who had just had the devastating news of no longer being able to have another child by birth were looking for the perfect final addition to their family. Mr. and Mrs. Dunn soon were linked to baby Neena in her Los Angeles orphanage and fate delivered them the perfect baby girl. The birth certificate may have said Neena Konar, but she’s never thought of that name as any importance to her - Dunn is her real name. Neena was taken home by the Dunns after all the paperwork was finished when she was only a few months old and to her, that was her real family. Growing up, Neena never looked at the Dunns as anything other than her real parents. They were the ones who wanted her when her own birth incubator did not. 

When Neena was still young, her father was still playing in his band and touring. Her father was a member of a popular rock band from the 80's and 90's often compared to Huey Lewis and the News, Bon Jovi, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Train and Weezer. There are many photos and videos of little baby Neena with her mother at his shows or in his arms for pap photos. And since her father retired when she was still in elementary school, she had something her older brother Noah never had, her father around for all of her childhood. Her parents doted on Neena while making sure to connect her with her culture. She attended classes and festivals and was raised to learn everything about her Indian background. While Neena appreciated that from her parents, she saw the Dunn’s culture as her own as well in addition. Both held meaning to her, and she never saw one above the other. She liked how it created a colorful tapestry for her background.  In 2009 when Neena was ten, her father fully retired from his band. For most of her childhood that she could remember he had slowly been doing less, his band was doing less tours, promoting the music less until they fully retired. By that point her brother was in college but her mother had wanted to raise Neena away from Los Angeles. She had grown up in a town called New Bellevoux in Louisiana before meeting her husband in college. Neena's mother had loved the town, and thought it was a better place to raise Neena than Los Angeles which she felt to be so fake. So the family moved to Louisiana while her brother stayed behind in L.A. to finish college. Her dad still did some reunion tours and appearances at events and on tv, but after the move he was pretty much entirely retired from the music scene.

Though Neena missed her friends and life in L.A. she grew to enjoy New Bellevoux. Neena was vivacious from a young age, and could often be described as dramatic and extra. Growing up, she was always the one to fill a room with her personality, and to be the center of attention. Neena tried almost every extracurricular activity she could and though she dropped a lot, she liked trying everything there was to offer. She took plenty of art classes, participated in theater in high school, was on the dance team, ran for student government and even was prom queen. Never one to fit into one box, Neena was popular, approachable and kind, but a wild child as well. She surely gave her parents many gray hairs as they struggled to raise her. Neena often snuck out of the Dunn house to attend parties, she was brought back drunk by the local cops, and even once got dared to steal a neighbor’s lawn mower and accidentally ended up with it in the lake in the person’s backyard drunk and laughing hysterically. Her parents tried to protect her as best they could with their connections, but she did face consequences with community service to keep her underage record clean. 

It was soon after her 18th birthday that Neena finally reached out to the orphanage to figure out who her birth mother was. She had often wondered who her birth mother was and what the circumstance of her adoption had been. But, she never had thought of the Dunns as anything but her real parents. Finding this woman would never replace them. Only fill out some questions she had. But, when she finally tracked down the woman, it only cemented how little this woman was even a birth mother, she’d been nothing but an incubator Neena was carried in. The woman had been shocked, and horrified to find Neena showing up. She’d been embarrassed and ashamed of her, scooting her away like she was some undesirable showing up on her doorstep to beg for her most prized position. Like she was a criminal. The woman had shooed Neena away, the big ring and big house of her family that had no idea about their mother’s teenage pregnancy. Eventually, Neena left in tears and swearing that the egg and sperm donators who created her were nothing but incubators who only served to get her to her real family - the Dunns. 

Eventually she did graduate high school and left to attend NYU in the fall. Neena majored in marketing and double minored to satisfy by her loves of art and history. She visited on some weekends, and was always glad to show her parents the city that had become her new home. She thrived, partying and living up to her glamorous and wild child reputation. Neena loved New York City and all the city had to offer, even when she got to see the underbelly this city still felt like a new home. After graduation, she got a marketing job over in Brooklyn and worked for almost a year before she figured out the 9-5 office job wasn’t for her. Even with the creative outlet of her job, she still felt stifled and boxed in. Was this really what she wanted for the next 80 years? Working day in and day out in the same cubicle, the same office, the same tasks that she just got to do all over again with a different project each week? She felt like she was drowning and quit after only six months. Neena stayed in New York since she wanted to, even without a job she knew her parents would support her while she figured out the next step. She did random things around the city, getting into minor modeling for a little while using her name and looks. She also invested in a friend's bar for a while too. And during this time she had continued to focus on her pet project, a true crime podcast.

While in college, Neena had started a true crime podcast just out of a fun hobby. It had done well, and during her time in her marketing job, she grew her following and started to market merch as well as a few paid episodes and even paid sponsorship. It was there during this period when she really started to focus on it that she realized she could make this her full time job and support herself. Starting off with a converted closet in her apartment, Neena started to record there before she eventually earned enough money to but a small studio herself in the city. With a job like this, she realized she could go wherever she wanted and Neena had been thinking of where she wanted to move next when the worst thing happened. 

Her mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer two years ago in the summer of 2022. When the news first broke, Neena wanted to leave New York City and come home. But her parents told her it was fine. Her mom was going to fight it, and for a while she was doing good fighting it. Neena traveled home a lot, she saw her brother as well whenever he visited New Bellevoux. She was with her mom for appointments and chemo treatments. But she still stayed in New York because her parents told her it'd be okay. But then a year ago, her mother took a turn for the worse. Dropping everything Neena moved back to New Bellevoux to be closer to her mom. For six months her health deteriorated and Neena was by her side almost every day. And then the worse thing happened six months ago in January 2024. Her mother lost to the cancer and died.

PRESENT

Moving back to New York didn't feel right, not when she had just lost her mother. And she could do her podcast anywhere, and since it had gotten pretty popular by this time she knew she didn't want to drop it. So Neena decided to stay in New Bellevoux for a bit before she figured out what she wanted to do next. She got a condo downtown and still runs her podcast, True Crime and Chill. Her brother moved back around the same time she did, and now both siblings are there to support their family and each other.

A few months after moving back to New Bellevoux, Neena met Evren Osman. They started an on and off relationship and broke up a few times, including right after her mother's death. She's not sure if this will be anything long term, but for the moment Neena is enjoying being with the man, though most are opposed to their relationship, including her family. Neena doesn't have a plan for her career or her future or even any relationships, but for right now she's more than happy to stay in New Bellevoux with her family and keep doing her podcast.