#poor little lady

[dreamlandcreations]

The Impossible Choice (5)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • fem!reader]

[warnings: sex content, angst, smut, sexual tension]

[description: Aemond comes to Storm's End to choose his future consort. However, Lord Borros Baratheon presents him with only four of his five daughters. Being attached to his youngest child, he does not want to marry her. The prince, however, thwarts his and her plans with his decision. This is slow burn, with a lot of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request)]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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He awoke in the morning, feeling the anxiety, that had tossed him through the night. He wasn't alone. He could feel the sweet scent of her oils wafting in his nostrils, hear her soft, calm breathing. Her body heat radiated in all directions, making him feel his entire body tense.

No woman ever stayed in his bed. He never slept with anyone in the same room. Her presence, this alien being, was something surprisingly shocking to him. For a moment he just lay there, without opening his eye, feeling her breath on his face.

He opened one eyelid, the sun pouring through the windows into the room, blinded him for a moment.

He saw, that she slept, lying on her stomach, her cheek pressed against the pillow, her face turned towards him. Her hair was scattered around her head in disarray, her lips barely visibly parted, her face relaxed and gentle. She kept a safe distance, didn't touch him all night.

They didn't speak to each other, after what they had done.

After he took her virginity.

He waited for this moment impatiently. He barely restrained himself from throwing himself at her somewhere in the keep. He decided, however, that he could not tarnish her reputation, if she was to become his wife.

When he faced her, wearing only a nightgown, vulnerable, at his mercy, he felt fear. She was so delicate, petite, terrified, that he thought, that she would fall to pieces in front of his eye.

He had promised her, that if she obeyed him, he would make her enjoy it, but he wasn't sure, if he could keep his promise.

He hadn't thought about the fact, that his touch might repulse her, like his face, the lack of his eye, his scar. Like what he was about to do to her.

The perverted, lewd touch he craved, him, deep inside her, between her thighs.

She was so innocent.

When he commanded her to kiss him, she was doing it so wonderfully shy, so gently, her lips so soft and pleasurable, that he could do just that all night, teaching her how he wanted her to caress his mouth, sliding his tongue deep into her throat, tasting her endlessly.

He knew, however, that his task that night was different. He had to consummate this marriage for it to be valid, no matter whether she would be pleased with it or not. He, however, unlike his brother, took no pleasure in taking women against their will.

He watched with a kind of blissfulness as she reacted, frightened and excited at the same time, by what he was doing to her. She was so meek, so polite, trusting him implicitly, allowing him to touch every minimeter of her body.

She didn't cry, she didn't squirm, she didn't get distracted, focusing only on her sensations, on his lips sucking greedily on her soft, firm breast, on his hand between her thighs.

He felt pride and delight, as he touched her entrance and felt her moist. It made him feel more confident, he was already assured, that she liked, what he was doing so far. He wanted her to like it, he wanted her not to run away from him.

He shamelessly slid his finger into her again and again with the sticky, perverted click of her juices, massaging her where he knew, that a woman felt pleasure, feeling that little spot on her upper wall.

He teased her and listened, as she moaned louder and louder, so sweet and vulnerable, at his mercy alone. He felt like his member was going to explode with desire, he restrained himself with the remnants of his free will, to not thrust himself onto her.

Then, when he slid inside her, when she clenched on him so desperately, that she caused pain even to him, he begged the gods, that she would be able to hold on, that she would not start crying, that she would not spoil everything, that he had managed to do for them.

He could see her struggling with herself, pressing her lips and breathing deeply, trying to calm herself for him, to obey him, as he desired.

His brave wife.

And then he simply fucked her.

At first with gentle, slow movements, just to try. But then he lost his temper.

She was too tight, too warm, too wet, moaning too loudly and too sweetly, her body writhing too wonderfully beneath him.

He felt hot at the memory and realized, how painfully hard his manhood was. He breathed uneasily, as he looked at her body. He tried not to think, about the way, that her hands tightened on his shirt, as she sobbed beneath him, her face and body hot with pleasure.

Not to think, about the wonderful sound, that she made, when she came underneath him. How perfect she looked, as her body contorted in spasms, that coursed cruelly through her body.

He pretended deep down, that it didn't affect him at all.

He thought, that she was his now, whole, in every aspect. Her every breath, look, moan, thought, was to belong only to him. He swallowed silently at the thought, that he might take her again now.

Feel the wonderful heat of her body.

His wife's.

He raised himself slowly on one elbow and moved towards her under the quilt, gripping her waist, lifting her slightly, kneeling behind her. She woke up and drew in a quick breath, all sleepy. He could see, that she didn't know, where she was, or what was happening to her.

She tightened her hands on his wrists, breathing heavily, as she felt him lift the fabric of her nightgown, exposing her hips to him.

"I will not cause you pain." He said calmly, his voice sleepy and slightly hoarse.

He could feel her body trembling beneath him, terrified. He knew, that after what he had done to her last night, she was tender and oversensitive inside, her walls must have been sore and irritated. He had no intention of hurting her, as long, as she obeyed.

He grunted in satisfaction, as she slowly released her grip, placing her hands on the pillow on either side of her head, her mouth slightly parted in a startled, quick breath.

He slid one of his hands between her thighs, searching for her womanhood with his fingers. He exhaled softly in delight, feeling how warm her fleshy structure was, her entrance still wet with their shared juices and his semen.

He shivered with pleasure and lust at the thought of her, falling asleep, filled with his cum. He heard her sob softly, as he began to massage her clit in circular, slow motions.

"Shhh." He whispered, continuing his movements, feeling her entire thighs tremble before him. His free hand stroked her buttock, staring in awe at the perverted sight before him.

He was in no hurry. He didn't want her to cry, when he fucked her. He thought, that it would be a very distracting sound, and after this, she would run away from him and his touch.

Of course, it would be her duty to father an heir with him anyway.

He thought, that as long, as she didn't give him reasons to be brutal and furious, he'd show her his softer, more understanding side. That if she gave him, what he wanted, he would reciprocate. It was a mutual exchange, that suited him.

He didn't mind, that she was inexperienced. On the contrary, her behavior and sudden, lively reactions made him want her even more.

He knew, that she was dismayed, that he was doing things to her, that no one had ever told her about before. That she didn't know, what was happening to her, what he was going to do to her in this strange, unusual position, kneeling behind her. He licked his lips involuntarily at the thought.

He felt his slow, repetitive, gentle movements calm her down a bit, her breathing slowing, her chest rising steadily beneath him. He saw her fingers tighten on the pillow, as the teasing of her sweet spot seemed to bear fruit slowly, his hand starting to get sticky with her juices.

"That's it. Such a good girl.” He purred in delight, at what he could do to her, how her body responded wonderfully to his caresses. That's exactly what he wanted.

He wanted her to want it.

To come to him, asking for more.

And he, if she behaved in the right way, might give it to her.

His cock throbbed painfully at the thought. He decided, that he couldn't wait any longer. He slid his hand from between her thighs, and a soft sigh of relief escaped her lips, as if she thought, that it was over. He untied the fabric of his pants, smirking with amusement at the thought.

He gripped her hips confidently, lifting them higher, so that she was forced to lean forward, her breathing again quickening and terrified. He thought, that part of her mind already knew, what was about to happen.

He was impressed, with how patient and trusting she endured, what he was doing to her. The maids he fucked, usually asked a ton of questions, horrified, as he pulled up their dresses, before the fast rhythm of him fucking them left them speechless.

He heard her muffle a high-pitched sound, as she pressed her face against the pillow, her fingers gripping the fabric of the pillow tightly, when he guided the tip of his manhood to her throbbing, hot entrance.

He slid him in slightly, letting out a loud sigh of pleasure. She squeezed him wonderfully from all sides, making him grit his teeth and stop himself, from moving aggressively inside her.

He could feel her, trying hard not to express, how much discomfort she felt, her insides tired and irritated from their intense, first closeness. He heard her sob softly, almost inaudibly, as he slid deeper into her, pushing painfully hard against her hot, wet walls, his fingers tightening on the soft skin of her hips.

“Just a little more. I promise." He whispered and moaned loudly, when he slided all the way inside her, with one, more forceful thrust of his hips.

He stopped, feeling the effort her body was making, trying to keep from running away from him and his grip. He saw her fingers quiver all over the pillow, her breathing rapid and ragged. He stroked her hot hip with his large hand, squeezing his eye shut.

"I will take it slow." He hummed, his calming voice matching the slow, almost tender movements of his hand.

He stayed like that for a moment, not moving, breathing heavily with her, letting her get used to the fact, that he was so deep inside her again. It surprised him, how much pleasure he suffered from the sight of her.

With one hand he still stroked her hip, and with the other he brushed her hair away from her face, all red with exertion, her cheeks flushed, her lips deliciously swollen. He thought about kissing her, but decided against it.

He slid out of her slowly, only to slide back into her, all the way to the end. A huge thrill of pleasure ran through his body, at the sight of his cock, stretching to the limit walls of her entrance. It was one of the most perverted images, that he had ever seen in his life.

"− yes − just like that −" He crooned, repeating his movements with confident, gentle thrusts of his hips, holding her waist, their bodies colliding with a soft, sticky slap.

He heard her swallow deeply and let out a startled sound of pleasure, as he felt her body begin to respond to his movements, her hips coming out to meet his thrust, intensifying his sensation.

He squeezed his eye shut, panting louder and louder, her movements made him accelerate suddenly, putting more and more force into penetrating her hot interior.

His cock throbbed painfully hard inside her, as he heard her moan and pant softly beneath him, just as he did, her mouth parted in indecision, her eyebrows arched in worry, as if she wasn't quite sure, how she felt about it. He wanted to get more sounds out of her, he wanted to drive her to despair with pleasure.

He wanted her to come again before his eye.

She moaned loudly, lips parting in surprise, as his pace became more brutal and intense, thrusting so deep into her, that he felt, like another millimeter more and he would pierce her stomach.

"− gods − taking my cock so fucking well −” He gasped, delighted, immersed in his own sensations, making him feel, that his fulfillment was getting closer. She didn't have to answer him, her moans, her expression, her insides tightening on his member were enough for him, driving him crazy.

He heard her sob at his words, her hips colliding against his thighs in a dirty, wet slap with each of his quick, brutal thrusts. He watched their shared juices run down her thighs, her moans getting louder and more helpless.

He deliberately slid inside her at an angle, to rub against her top wall, to increase her sensation, to give her, what she needed. His hand slid down to her clit, teasing her further.

"− see, how wonderful it can be, when you obey me? − ah − I said, that I'd take care of you, didn't I? − that you'll enjoy, what I'm doing to you −" He crooned and felt his voice get stuck in his throat, as her whole body tensed, a loud, sweet moan escaped her mouth, her walls greedily pressing down on him because of the orgasm, that was apparently just flowing through her body.

He couldn't help the low groan of surprise, that escaped his throat. As he felt it, he involuntarily tightened his fingers on her hips, fucking her with all his might, ignoring her sobs as he stretched her oversensitive, sore walls.

"− did you fucking came already? − ah − such a greedy little thing − came before her prince commanded her to − fuck! −" He gasped in delight, moaning loudly with her, a few more thrust were enough for him, to come with a sound of wonderful relief. He cum hard inside her, panting heavily, his hot semen spilling all over her.

He felt an immense amount of relief, his whole body trembling with delight and excitement at the sensation, that he had just experienced with her. He stared at her with hazy eye, at her parted lips, trying to catch her breath, her eyes full of heat, her face, neck and hips dripping with sweat.

"You did so well." He whispered involuntarily, neither letting go nor moving out of her, wanting to stay with her in this position for a while longer, to enjoy the view.

He heard her squeal of horror, as his maid suddenly entered his chamber, apparently wanting to inform them, that their breakfast was ready to be served.

The girl was confused, when she saw them and turned her head. Aemond slid out of her quickly with a soft hiss, furious. Lady Baratheon instantly cowered and hid her hips under her nightgown, horrified and humiliated, Aemond quickly pulled his pants up.

"− F-forgive me, your highnesses…your breakfast…−" The girl stammered, apparently realizing, that she had let herself in at a very, very bad time.

"Get out." Aemond hissed, as he climbed out of bed, murder and anger in his gaze, that made the girl shiver, bowing quickly before them, and immediately left.

Aemond picked up a boot from the floor and started to put it on his leg, as he sat on the edge of the bed. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and saw her hand covering her mouth, shaking, tears in her eyes.

He swallowed softly, lowering his gaze, reaching for the other boot, guessing, that she was terrified, that the maid would tell his mother everything.

That he fucked her like a common whore.

He didn't think, that there was anything wrong with that, they were married in the end, but perhaps for a lady of a family like her, it could be humiliating, even if she enjoyed it. He stood up, putting on his leather jacket, looking at it expectantly.

"You can go now." He said calmly, his face and tone of voice expressionless. He saw her flinch at his words, give him a look of regret and pain, that he didn't like.

But after a while, the expression on her face changed. She lowered her gaze and stood up slowly, holding back the tears, that welled up in the corners of her red eyes.

She took one step to the floor and inhaled sharply, her hand gripping the wooden pillar of his bed, looking down at her legs in horror.

He shivered at the thought, that she had just felt his semen drip down her thighs.

She swallowed hard, lifting her head with dignity, not giving him a single look. She moved barefoot forward and with a trembling hand opened the door of his chamber. She left, closing the door behind her.

As soon, as she left his room, he felt, as if he had come back to himself.

To his cold, stony, emotionless state.

In a loud, commanding voice, he summoned his maid, the same one, who had dared to enter his chamber without warning, interrupting him in his pleasant act.

The girl went inside, terrified, knowing, what awaited her. Aemond stared at her, trying as hard as he could to contain his anger and not hit her. If there was anything, that he could boast about, it was that, unlike his brother, he never beat up a woman. He considered it unworthy. A sign of weakness.

"If you ever enter my chamber again in the morning, while my wife is with me, I will have you handed over to my brother's service." He hissed, his eye cold and hateful, ruthless. The girl fell to his feet, sobbing, her whole body trembling.

He felt the power of watching her grovel before him.

She had only served him for a month, his mother had dismissed all the women, that he had intimate relationships with before their wedding.

She didn't want his wife to see the maids, that he'd fucked before, serving him on a daily basis, as if nothing had happened. He didn't mind, he made sure, that they will not bear his bastards. He wasn't like Aegon, he didn't leave things unfinished.

"I beg of you, Your Majesty, it will never happen again!" She sputtered with difficulty, and he pursed his lips at her words.

"Excellent. You will not tell anyone, about what you saw today. If I hear, that my mother found out about it, I will cut your tongue out with my own hands."

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Aemond Taglist:

(bold means I couldn't tag you)

@its-actually-minicika @notnormalthings-blog @nikstrange @zenka69 @bellaisasleep @k-y-r-a-1 @g-cf2020 @melsunshine @opheliaas-stuff @chainsawsangel @iiamthehybrid @tinykryptonitewerewolf @namoreno @malfoytargaryen @qyburnsghost @aemondsdelight @persephonerinyes @fan-goddess @sweethoneyblossom1 @watercolorskyy @astral-blossoms @randomdragonfires @amirawritespoorly @apollonshootafar @padfooteyes @darylandbethfanforever9 @fudge13 @snh96 @diosademuerte @rwdkarla @echos-muses @ipostwhtifeel @letmeloveyouuuu @yentroucnagol

Others: @dreamymoomin @thedamewithabook @dc-marvel-girl96 @zillahvathek @helaenaluvr @tssf-imagines @heavenly1927 @hiatuswhore @it-is-getting-better @linkpk88

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Flower Empowered.

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[bubba-luz]

[thebrokenmechanicalpencil]

Raph, and his baby girl, yep he gets one too. She's a clingy soft sweet heart, which felt right for such a big tough guy. She doesn't have a name just yet, so any suggestions for what Raphael would name a tiny little girl who would not let go of him since they first met. Im open for 'em :) I also think Raph got the crybaby of the group, this "baby doll" has a big heart when she gets older. She cries when he gets hurt and exhausts herself worrying, hence this nap shown above.

Raph will kill you if you wake up this baby turtle, he has been awake trying to get her settled for two hours and his head hurts so dont you even breathe too loudly...

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

if i had a nickel for every time alex turner told all of glastonbury he shares a bed with miles kane, i’d have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's still weird that it’s happened twice…

[kittykatninja321]

One thing that is not nearly discussed enough is the way that 16 year old catatonic Jason imprinted on Talia like a baby duck. Like can you imagine the image of Talia walking around the league base being followed by a mute dazed looking teenager and nobody’s allowed to say shit about it?

[entomolog-t]

Can I get an autograph from Betty please?

I can do you one better🎉🍰🎁🎈

Birthday Peets from Betty💕(and company)

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Jasmine: (Does a ghostly call around a campfire) “¡Ayyyy miiiissss hijooooos! ¿Dónde están mis hijoooooosss?”

MacCready: (Puts his hands over his ears) “StOoOoOoOp!”

Jasmine: (Has her hands out in front of her as she moves around) “¡Quiero mis hijooooos! ¿Dónde están mis hijos?”

Piper: “I have NO idea what you’re saying, kid- but it’s freaking me out!!!”

Danse: (Is as white as a ghost at his spot by the campfire)

X6: (Says nothing while shuffling on his own two feet, hands in his pockets)

MacCready: “Can’t you just… Tone it down a notch or two?”

Jasmine: (Throws up her hands) “It’s Halloween!!! It’s suppose to freak you out!!! That’s the point!!!”

Piper: “After all the spooky scares we pulled on each other during the prank war- we all are a bit tender!!! So give us a break! Now we have to worry about some vengeance filled Mexican lady coming after us!”

Jasmine: (Rolls her eyes) “¡Cobardes! Y’all are a bunch of sissies! I’ve been hearing this story since I was born and so had most of the kids my age in my neighborhood.”

MacCready: “And I’m pretty sure you kids weren’t living off a gallon of coffee and three hours of sleep all the time!”

Deacon: (Comes out from behind a bush dressed in a white nightgown and a long dark wig) “OoOoOoOoOoOo!!!” (Slowly moves towards the campfire, the smoke machine he set up earlier adding extra dramatic flare)

Jasmine: (Points and gasps) “¡La Llorona!”

MacCready, Danse, and Piper: (Scream bloody murder in sync)

X6: (Stands there stock still as his soul silently leaves his body)

Nick: (Comes running over) “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!?”

Everyone: (Dives behind RoboDad for protection)

Jasmine: (Runs up and puts her arms around his waist, staring up at him innocently) “Papi- La Llorona wants to take me away and drown me! So you hafta protect me!”

Nick: (Heavy sigh as he picks the teen girl up) “Not the vengeance ghost lady again- haven’t you told enough of those scary stories?”

Jasmine: (Huffs) “No- I haven’t told everyone about El Cucuy yet.”

Nick: (Glances behind him at the trembling adults) “Maybe hold off the scary stories until after Christmas…”

Deacon: (Waves his hands around some more) “OoOoOoOoOo!”

[purplemninja]

Did Six become a Nowhere Resident too in the end?

This is a combined revision of my post on the Tragic Story of Six and a depressing revelation on her ending.

Well, with the new LN lore that was given to us through The Sounds of Nightmares, I wanted to make a revision of these two things, as well as showing another similar interpretation of Six's ending using some lore from TSON on how the LN world works, as well as something that I believe I've missed previously.

Plus, while I vehemently don't believe the 'Six is the Lady/next Lady' theory, I believe that this theory on Six becoming a 'resident' works whether she is the Lady/next Lady or not.

I'm really, really putting my heart and soul into this theory.

~

Something that's been on my mind for quite a while is the possibility that by the end of LN1, Six too succumbed to the Nowhere's corruption and became another of the thousands of Residents of the Nowhere.

First, let's recap on how the Residents of the Nowhere function:

So the Residents are essentially like thralls or zombies to their 'base instinct' that also serves as their identity, following it with no goal, motivation, concerns for morality or question.

I made a post previously about the observations of the Residents showing little to no regard for their own survival when following their base instinct, as well as no goal or purpose in what they do for their base instincts. I'll link it instead to not make this post too long: https://www.tumblr.com/purplemninja/763255998237589504/my-understanding-of-the-nowheres-residents?source=share

And I previously theorised here that the Thin Man isn't searching for anything in particular, but rather that searching is his Residential base instinct/ID

With that said, we can all agree that Mono became a Resident at the end of LN2, the Thin Man, but what if Six did too by the end of LN1?

So it seems that the Nowhere's influence corrupts those in it and amplifies their worst flaws, turning them into Residents, but there is a protection against it:

Unfortunately it's unclear what a person's 'inner child' is in LN, and when I asked people what they believed it is, the responses were unfortunately mixed, so I'll have to speculate that it's the state that a person is in denial about how truly horrible the world of the Nowhere is, and this denial allows them to resist its corruption and still have their free will to not follow an unending pointless pattern for the rest of their existence. And we see this happen to Mono:

At the beginning, Mono wears a bag on his head to deny to himself that the Nowhere hates him and wants him to fail, allowing him to retain his inner child. His bio states that he is single-minded and rarely gives up completing a task that he sets himself on, basically stubbornness, which is what the Nowhere uses and amplifies as his 'worst flaw'.

After Six gets taken by the Thin Man and he's wounded and confronted by the Thin Man, Mono mostly (but not entirely yet) stops denying that the world hates him and wants him to fail, shedding his bag, his innocence and most of his inner child with it, allowing him to gain the confidence to use his powers on the Thin Man and win. Perhaps him getting closer to fully becoming a resident is what gives him this sudden increase in power.

The reason why his inner child isn't gone fully yet is because of Six, as far as he knows, Six doesn't hate him or want to see him fail, and that is the last bit of resistance he has. That is until Six drops him (here I give my best explanation on why she did it).

With the act of Six dropping him, Mono is left to believe that actually yes, even Six hates him and wants him to fail as well, which was his breaking point (though it's unclear if Six really truly did hate him and want him to fail, I'm just saying that Mono likely thinks so after Six drops him). And with this realisation, Mono's inner child, therefore resistance to the Nowhere's corruption, is finally gone, allowing him to become the Thin Man and another Resident of the Nowhere, searching endlessly and pointlessly as his base instinct.

The world's hatred for him was the build-up, and Six seeming to be no different was the finishing blow.

^ Who knows? And his single-mindedness making him continue doing the same thing over, and over, and over without trying another way or without giving up.

Now finally onto the part where I discuss that Six met a similar fate at the end of LN1.

So a Resident is someone who does a particular action over and over and over again with no goal, motive, concern for morality and sometimes no concern for their own survival either, like zombies. And their worst flaw becomes a feature of how they behave, such as Mono's stubbornness leading to him not trying to do something different when he (as Thin Man) goes back to the past. But a person's 'inner child' is the only thing that's stopping them from becoming that way.

So what would be the base instinct that Six would follow with no goal, motive, morality or questions? Survival itself.

Think about it, the Nowhere is a horrible place to live in, death awaits around every corner, kindness never goes unpunished and morals are non-existent. So why on earth would Six try so hard to stay alive in a place like this? Because she no longer has a choice.

Throughout the series, we see Six behave like a child at times, like kicking a ball in the school yard, drawing on the ground with her finger when idle (in LN2), playing with a music box, and hugging Nomes. Six's 'worst flaw' would no doubt be her selfish tendencies. Her inner child is still intact, but like Mono, her breaking was also a gradual process, though longer and smoother than his.

The Six that comes out of the tower is not the same Six that went in, she used to love playing music boxes, interacting with toys around her, and other kinds of childish behaviour. But in LN1, Six no longer cares about music boxes or toys, and none of her idle animations are something childish, all of those aspects of her inner child are gone. And she doesn't really do anything nice for others anymore. In VLN, she tried to save RCG despite being left behind by her a couple of minutes beforehand, in LN2, she sticks her own neck out for Mono several times (as does he for her), but in LN1, Six doesn't do anything nice for other people anymore, such as using a kid's cage to reach a lever with no regard to any of the kids in the cages (not that she can help them anyway).

However, her inner child is still clinging on, as she hugs Nomes like a child would.

But as we know, this doesn't last long. Her strange hunger forces her to choose between eating a sausage that she knows is made of human flesh, the Nome that is just a critter as far as she knows, or neither and starve to death.

A lose-lose-lose situation that damages her inner child even further, but it's still hanging on by a thread, as she believes that she at least was able to avoid cannibalism (though those who finished the DLC know otherwise, but Six doesn't). But as we already know, this also doesn't last long, as she's soon after forced to choose between knowingly committing cannibalism by eating the Lady or not and starving to death (or give the Lady a chance to regain her strength and kill her, but with Six now at a disadvantage with being incapacitated by her hunger bouts, and the only mirror she could use now broken).

And with this act, Six realises that there's no point to trying to deny that she can remain innocent, as time and time again, the world will find a way to make her do things she doesn't want to, finally breaking her inner child and making her susceptible to the Nowhere's corruption as well. Turning her into a thrall or zombie to the instinct to survive. Surviving no matter what immoral things she may have to commit in the process, surviving despite how awful the world is, surviving with no end goal. Completing her transition into a Resident.

And she also has the powers of the Lady to help her do it, allowing her to kill a hallway full of Guests by simply walking by without lifting a finger, perhaps the world's gift to help her follow her new base instinct to survive, which is now also her identity.

Previously I theorised that Six was stranded out at sea at the end, making all the sacrifices that were made, her struggles and suffering, and the abuse she had to endure from the world all be for nothing in the end. Which Skrappo made a more in-depth post on here.

And this may still be the case for Six's ending, but now I propose, what if it doesn't matter either way? Even if she's not restricted to the Maw, she's still trapped in some way, as David Mervik hinted here:

What if rather Six is trapped in the Nowhere entirely instead of strictly the Maw? Or what if her prison is not a physical one, but a psychological one - being a Resident. With this, I believe I really understand now what he meant when he said this.

Maybe her killing the Guests in that hallway is a victory in her eyes because it allows her to continue following her instinct and identity - survival. And we thought that Six won in the end too at first, but with this revelation, she actually didn't, but she's now too mentally warped to be able to see that.

And while I don't believe that Six is the Lady or the next Lady, this can still work for those interpretations too. After all, arguing in favour of the theory that Six becomes either the Lady or the next Lady, she didn't want to knowingly eat human flesh, which is why she ate the Nome instead of sausage, but she soon had no choice when eating the Lady, knowingly committing cannibalism. And being a resident makes her no longer have any regard for morality and amplified her selfish tendencies so that she thinks only about herself. So now that morals don't mean anything to her anymore, would she still be against a ship that kills, cooks and serves human flesh? And since survival is the base instinct she follows as a resident no matter what, wouldn't being the leader of said ship help her tremendously in her desire to survive? Again, unless the games or devs confirm it with 100% certainty, I don't believe that Six is the Lady or the next Lady, but this is how the 'Resident Six' theory can work with those theories.

And so with that, Mono and Six's endings truly aren't that different, both of them were tormented and abused by the world, making them slowly break and accept how horrible it really is and become just another couple of Residents to contribute to it - Mono (now Thin Man) obviously defeated and now endlessly searching for nothing in particular, fuelled by his amplified stubbornness to complete his task - and Six believing herself victorious in the end and now surviving with no goal or motive, fed by her amplified selfish tendencies that no longer allow her to think of others at all. Both following a base instinct which also serves as their identities, with no goal, motives, concern for morality or questions, with their worst flaws contributing to it. And both of them now trapped in one way or another.

Both have differences between them, but are also ultimately the same. Their stories are not of betrayal, but tragedy. I myself did say that Six became just another part of the Nowhere like many many other children did, as an empty, broken husk that can only think of survival and nothing else (though I didn't say that part then) in my post on her tragic story, but I didn't truly understand the severity of it until I came up with this theory.

Will we see any reference to them in LN3? We'll have to wait and see, but ultimately, both of their tragic stories come to a tragic close.

The end.

And here's the music I find the most fitting for this (arguably more depressing) revelation of Six's ending:

[lesmisscraper]

Let children just be children...

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

"Luck is my middle name. Mind you, my first name is Bad."

in other words i am obsessed with this guy (and yea the lady was probably described differently but consider this. i don't care)

[kiwiplaetzchen]

[Polyjuice Swap 2024!]

(Thank you @lil-grem-draws for being the mad genius behind this very special event!)

── ⋆⋅🎃⋅⋆ ─☆:⭑🍂🍁🦇🍁🍂⭑:☆─ ⋆⋅🎃⋅⋆ ──

── ⋆⋅🎃⋅⋆ ─☆:⭑🍂🍁🦇🍁🍂⭑:☆─ ⋆⋅🎃⋅⋆ ──

Nosy scurried beneath the countless feet scattered through the grand ballroom, slipping between shoes and robes like the stealthy menace he was. What had Will been thinking, trying to exclude Nosy from this event? Babbling on about how it "wouldn’t be safe" for the little Niffler - pfft. As if that was going to stop Nosy. Please. With so many sweets and shiny treasures gathered in one spot, how could he possibly miss this opportunity? This was a dream come true! Sebastian would surely be proud when he saw all the bounty Nosy planned to bring back home!

On the other side of the room, Nosy noticed a small commotion. A group of a group of magic stick wavers clustered together, muttering with evident irritation. Nosy tilted his head in curiosity. With all that distraction, surely nobody would notice if a small Niffler would squeeze his sneaky paws into one or two pockets... or nine.

With a determined flick of his tail, Nosy waddled over to the group as he slipped unnoticed among the distracted students. But before he could start his pilfering spree, something even more intriguing caught the Niffler’s eye. A door. Closed, and apparently of great interest, seeing how everyone seemed eager to enter. His curiosity burning to find out what was behind that entrance, Nosy seized the moment and squeezed himself through the tiny slit under the door. Easy.

With a proud huff, Nosy wriggled out on the other side, fluffing his teal fur triumphantly. Who needed a diet now, huh? Not Nosy. Nosy was smooth and sleek, thank you very much.

He quickly ducked under a nearby stool and took in his surroundings. The room was small and rather empty. There wasn’t much to note - another door on the other side, a dull, boring mirror (but Nosy already knew he was quite the looker), an old, dusty coat hanger, an overturned bucket, an empty high shelf, and one of those big black brewing pots bubbling quietly on the floor Sebastian explicitly told him to stay away from. Boring. Nosy let out an outraged honk. There was nothing in this damn room! Why did everybody want to enter such a boring room?? The little Niffler felt utterly cheated, his little nose twitching in annoyance. What was all the fuss about?

Pouting, the Niffler gave the room a scathing look and turned back to the cauldron, where a dimly shiny object caught his eye. With a hopeful squeak, Nosy waddled closer, only to find a plain old cup with a smattering of leftover broth. How disappointing. Nosy sighed. Seemed like someone had fled their meal in a hurry. Nosy shook his head. The pretty Prefect would never tolerate such waste of food. Tz tz. With a sideways glance, Nosy considered giving the abandoned broth a taste test. After all, it would indeed be a waste...

Curiosity getting the best of him, he stuck his snout into the cup and took a tentative slurp. It tasted strange. Like a mix of the blond dork’s stupid belt and broccoli - a veggie Nosy secretly enjoyed. Not that he would ever admit that to ANYONE.

Satisfied, the little menace sat beside the cup with a small, satisfied burp, licking his beak. Hmm, chunky.

But suddenly, a strange feeling crept through Nosy’s body. His beautiful fur bristled, and he started to shiver. His little belly making noises it had never made before, and his teal fluff was standing on end as a wave of discomfort rolled through him. The little menace squeaked in agony, writhing on the floor. Ow… Nosy honked miserably, crawling towards the door with teary eyes, his little body feeling heavier by the second. Weak squeals escaped his beak as another wave of pain washed over him. Nosy wanted to go home. Back home with Sebastian. Nosy had enough. The little menace just wanted to curl up in the hair of his Niffler Papa and be done with this horrid day. Ow…

Lost in agony, the Niffler didn’t even notice the tufts of fur trailing behind him like breadcrumbs until he was almost completely lacking his precious teal coat on the bottom half of his little body. Only, it didn't seem like his body was still that small. Nosy was growing centimetre by centimetre, his frame stretching and transforming with each passing second.

By the time the pain stopped, Nosy felt much larger than before, and the ground seemed so strangely far, far away. Why? What happened?

He glanced down in horror. Were these his paws? They were long and furless - no claws, no beautiful fur. WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS CLAWS? WHERE WAS HIS PRETTY NIFFLER FLUFF? HIS BEAUTIFUL TEAL COAT? Nosy let out a terrified honk, but the sound that escaped him didn’t sound like his honk at all. He sounded like a goose on the loose! This was not Nosy’s voice! WAS NOSY A DAMN FOWL NOW!? The Niffler's eyes fell to his chest. Jiggly, flubby, fleshy udders that looked horrifically out of place. And... nips? NIPS? ON NOSY?? AND WHERE WAS HIS BELLY POUCH?? The Niffler screechingly honked in pure horror, the sound echoing through the room as he rolled frantically on the floor, desperate to shake off this wrong skin, this awful new form.

With growing dread, he noticed the long, red hair draped over his shoulder. WRONG COLOUR! This was not the body of the Teal King! What had happened to him? Another panicked honk echoed through the empty room as he scrambled to his feet - or whatever these strange limbs were - desperate to escape. Swaying and staggering, his honks still sounding like the wild screech of a blasted birb. In a full-blown frenzy, the panicked Niffler sprinted around the room, wailing and crashing into everything in sight. He knocked over the mirror, toppled the coat hanger, and even sent the cauldron flying as he collided with every wall.

Suddenly, the other door creaked open. A Hufflepuff Prefect poked his head in, eyebrows raised in confusion. “By Merlin’s beard, what happened in here?!”

Nosy didn’t stop to think. He threw himself at the Prefect, knocking him over before storming out of the room. Somehow, he was stronger in this strange form.

Finally, the transformed Niffler burst out into the hallway in a wild cry. Onlookers turned in confusion, muttering to each other, puzzled by the sight of the strange girl with wild red hair, utterly devoid of any clothing, and darted through on all fours. "Was that @theodoradevlin?" some students mumbled.

Another strangled honk escaped Nosy’s lips as he desperately searched the crowd. Where were Sebastian and William? Nothing smelt familiar. His honk, warped by this strange new voice, filled the hall as he dashed away on all fours, hopelessly confused and very, very lost.

This night had gone horribly, horribly wrong.

[callsthefaithful]

that one photo of paris hilton

[fledermaus-art]

ngl that's kinda fucked up of you Gilljoy

[eye-candy-film-enjoyer]

If yall can relate to Patrick Bateman, I can relate to these mfs

[val-of-the-north]

Interesting find regarding the Church of the Deep

While trying to build an argument for Caitha possibly being a wife of Gwyn, I accidentally stumbled upon a little detail that I was not really expecting, but that puts a few things into perspective.

The description of Caitha's Chime claims that the Archbishop concealed its existence because it was considered anathema... however, that didn't seem to make much sense to me, as the one Archbishop mentioned in item descriptions is that of Carim, whom Morne became an apostle of. The thing is, Morne was first a follower of Caitha, and the clergy of Carim (which is part of the Way of White) was taught her miracles from him with little to no problem, so her chime being hidden seemed strange.

So I did something I've grown accustomed to doing because of my time trying to read into the lore of these games: consult the original text and see if there had been an oversight. I used this resource here to do it [x]. It features the Chinese (left), Japanese (middle), and English text from all three games, I recommend checking it out if you are curious about this stuff. Anyways...

In Japanese, the kanji used for the Archbishop of Carim is 大司教 (Daishikyō), which makes sense.

On the other hand, the Archbishop mentioned in the description of Caitha's Chime is 大主教 (Dai shukyō), which is the same kanji used every time the Archdeacons of the Deep are mentioned.

So that explains the apparent discrepancy! The one who concealed Caitha's Chime is one of the three Archdeacons of the Deep, not the Archbishop of Carim. This lines up with stuff we can see in-game as well. The Cathedral of the Deep seems to have been dedicated to Caitha at some point, as it prominently features statues of a weeping woman, with many of the ones found inside the building itself having been covered up by red cloth. One of them, found in the Chapel of Cleansing, was even hidden behind an altar that depicts the Deacons of the Deep, which clearly wasn't there before.

But then, how did the localizers miss this bit? Well, you see, both of those kanjis are extremely similar as you might have noticed... and that's because they both mean Archbishop! And here lies the discovery: 大司教, used for the Archbishop of Carim, refers to an Archbishop of the Catholic Church.

Meanwhile, 大主教, used for the Archdeacons of the Deep, refers to an Archbishop of other denominations, but mainly those of the Orthodox Church.

This revelation explains a few things about the Church of the Deep, like how it's both connected and separate from the Way of White, which according to the way its Archbishop is identified, is inspired by the Catholic Church... and I mean, the fact that Sulyvahn is literally the pope seals the deal for me. It might also help explain Aldrich potentially having a wife in Rosaria, and how he was allowed to have as many children as he did. From what I was told, Orthodox Priests can get married and have children after all.

Archdeacon Royce also genuinely looks the part. The Orthodox clergy is encouraged to grow out their beards, unlike most of the other Christian faiths.

Does this imply Aldrich had a big beard as well? Or perhaps, being the... messy eater that he is, it benefitted him to be shaved clean? I'll leave the pondering to you...

When I first shared this discovery with my friend @katyspersonal, who lives in an Orthodox country, she was quite surprised, but she almost immediately came around to the idea and even told me it fit Aldrich's vibe quite well... so yeah, I'm trusting her judgment on this one lol.

And there it is, a little detail that was understandably lost in translation, but that could shape our understanding of the Church of the Deep a little better.