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#my ramblings#asoiaf#my polls#got#tumblr polls#house lannister#tywin lannister#cersei lannister#jaime lannister#tyrion lannister#joffrey baratheon#joffrey lannister#rohanne webber#johanna lannister#johanna westerling#ellyn reyne#ellyn lannister#lann the clever#loreon lannister#queen lorea#tommen ii lannister
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been wanting to change my username for years and finally got around to doing it cheers!
#picked lorea in loving dishonour of house lannister#and also because it’s close enough to my birth name that i was always fond of the name#queen lorea u will always be a trans icon
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Thanks to @melodiiium @faeriesbreakbabies and @braxiatel for all of your correct corrections
#dames and dragons#maeri the survivor#dames and dragons maeri#falen the betrayer#dames and dragons falen#dames and dragons orestes#fully forgot that like a main plot point of the podcast is that Maeri is a Torvah kid somehow#again not actually attracted to orestes etc wanted to kick a beehive etc wanna study him under a microscope etc#is it obvious from who i saidwere the right choices that im an ace lesbian
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not a masterpost but have some oc picrews
princess/queen lorea baratheon
aeron & ariella martell
maryce redwyne & vaerra targaryen
link below cut
ps: it’s aemond touching maryce’s face
#(that’s why maryce looks so annoyed)#/my ocs#/oc: lorea baratheon#/oc: aeron martell#/oc: ariella martell#/oc: maryce redwyne#/oc: vaerra targaryen
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gotta love how I was extremely confident that the "how do you put trans people in fantasy" part was going to be shat over by all of tumblr (I was right and I love it) but I was also upset by the "GoT is also in that category" [High fantasy]
Like. No the fuck it's not. It's low fantasy. With very few magical or fantasy elements in general, which are wielded by very exceptional people.
Yes this is what upsets me lol, but i mean. It's illustrative. Zero genre knowledge.
Also there may be an arguably trans character in GoT's history, King Loreon V Lannister, aka Queen Lorea. It's fairly imprecise because it comes from the in-lore history of kings in a very intolerant universe, but like. Yeah there's no reason that would be impossible, it's just that just like in history, it's not something talked about in public and by extension not something that is considered possible.
Oh and about the "fantasy is about a past that never was and scifi is about a future that might be" thing. It's a cool interpretation of why conservatives hate representation in fantasy but. I mean they also hate it in scifi and it's a very simplistic way of distinguishing two things that, by all means, aren't really separate. (science fantasy/Space fantasy do exist and i'd argue they're neither about the past or the future).
I'm stealing the explanation of a friend who's currently writing their PhD about fantasy, but fantasy is when you change the universe's rules (to include any form of magic or gods or whatever, and the consequences of these existing) and scifi and scifi is when you have technology that seems futuristic to our eyes (and the consequences of these existing).
Scifi set in the past and futuristic fantasy both exist and they're not even hard to find, y'all.
#i mean idk why i'm talking about that#media literacy and stuff#i know i derail from the main point but guys#please stop using those old and bad definitions
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HAREZALDRIZI- INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR A MULTIMUSE FEATURING MUSES FROM FIRE AND BLOOD AND A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE, FOCUSED ON AEGON'S CONQUEST ERA. WRITTEN BY CALI.
carrd. promo. asoiaf multi. dance multi. art.memes.
temporary muse under the read more:
king aegon i targaryen
queen visenya targaryen
queen rhaenys targaryen
orys baratheon
princess argella durrandon
king torrhen stark
brandon snow
princess torna stark (oc - sister of torrhen)
lord jon mooton
queen sharra arryn
princess lorea lannister (oc)
lady myra tully
lyman lannister
princess florya gardner (oc)
princess deria martell
aerya celtigar
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Don’t Treat My Love Like a Habit Part Fourteen
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Pairing: Santiago Garcia x Reader Rating: Mature (this may change) Warnings: Cursing; angst... And well.... Y’all will see Notes: Set before the movie. Not beta-read. Reina is Spanish for Queen. I hope everyone’s having a good week! 💜 Summary: You’d spent the last few days checking all of the cameras we had available for Hernandez, but you hadn’t been able to get another fix on the man.
The tracker stopped giving off a signal somewhere around El Eden, outside Jericó. There was no way for you to know if it had been knocked loose, or if it had been found, but it gave you a direction. It also put Hernandez in range of one of the last in-person sightings of Lorea, down by Las Minas. “So I’ll drive down--” “I don’t know if you should be driving anywhere. You haven’t even gotten your stitches out yet,” You gave the phone a withering look, willing Alex to feel the power of the stare from the other end. You and Pope were at the office, looking down at a readout of all of the places the tracker had given off a signal before cutting. You’d spent the last few days checking all of the cameras we had available for Hernandez, but you hadn’t been able to get another fix on the man. Pope told you that he hadn’t gotten anything else about Hernandeze’s whereabouts from his informant, either, and that she hadn’t even expected him to be in the car that night.
The two of you had taken to calling Alex when we were in the office and having him on speakerphone when we were talking over status updates that day. You tended to go by his apartment at least once a day to check on him, make sure he was eating properly and helping out if he needed it. Pope had gone with you a couple of times, and they had been… Amiable. “Fine, you drive,” Alex retorted. You shook your head. “I’m still looking through these feeds. I get that we may get something closer to where the tracker cut, but-- I don’t want anyone going anywhere until we have something more firm. If the tech just shat the bed, or they found it and broke it, going down to El Eden isn’t going to solve anything, it’s just going to waste time.”
“Pope, your informant doesn’t have anything?” “She didn’t the last time I spoke to her,” Pope turned his head toward the phone to answer, his eyes still set firmly on the map, “But I have a check-in with her in a couple of hours.” A check-in. You were pointedly not thinking about what that might entail. “Look, soon as we get something that looks like Hernandez--” “What if we don’t?” Alex asked. You went quiet. It was a fair question. The man had slipped up once; he’d be raising his guard, making sure nothing like that happened again. You and Pope had both been twice as cautious that week, double- and triple-checking that the door was locked before we went to bed. “We will,” Pope answered. You turned to look at him, taking in the set of his brow, the way his lips were pulling down. He meant, ‘We have to’.
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You hadn’t had a quiet night alone without Pope since the office had been broken into. It was… Odd. Not eerie or anything, but just like something was missing. You’d briefly, stupidly, wondered if Pope felt like this when you’d stayed with Alex at the hospital. It was Pope’s apartment, he was used to being there alone. Well maybe not alone, but at least without you there-- You huffed, closing the fridge door for what had to be the fifth time that evening. Pope hadn’t told you when he’d be home back when he’d left to meet with his informant. “You gonna tell me what her name is, or should I call her Isabella 2.0?” You’d tried to tease. He’d cast you a dour look as he’d tugged jacket. “What’s it matter what her name is?” He’d asked, and the words had left him with such tired irritation that you immediately felt stupid for saying anything. “No, it… It doesn’t,” You’d mumbled. He’d just grunted, said he’d let you and ‘Brano know if he got anything, and left.
Maybe he hadn’t sounded that irritated? Maybe you’d just been thinking about it too long. Being in the apartment alone gave you a lot of time and silence in which to overthink things. You’d texted Frankie and the guys to see how they were doing, but Benny had a fight that night, so you wouldn’t be able to distract yourself with them for at least another few hours, and by then, Santiago would be home. Hopefully. Hopefully Santiago would be home. Back. Hopefully Santiago would be back.
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Hernandez is hunkered down in Las Minas. You’d jumped at the sound of your phone, and now you were just staring at the text that had come through from Santiago. Lorea? Was Alex’s answering text. Unclear, Pope’s response came through in seconds.
Las Minas, you could work with that. First thing in the morning, you’d go in and start working through the camera feeds that you could access from Diego’s office. You opened your separate texts with Santiago. Coming back soon?
You watched the screen for a few moments before setting the phone aside. A few more minutes, nothing. He’d answered Alex so quickly. You looked around the apartment, stomach churning. Maybe you wouldn’t wait until morning to head into the office and start combing through those camera feeds.
--
You left him a post-it, of course.
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“So I’ve got five possible targets, there are like three that I’m ready to rule out, but I wanted to get your read on them before I dropped them completely,” You said, not even bothering with a ‘hello’, instead pointing to a map on the wall with printed-out imagery from the cameras you’d been able to access pinned to it, “The red tacks are the ones I think are the most likely, blue are the ones I wanna ditch.” “Have you been here all night?” Pope didn’t bother with a ‘hello’, either. “Where else would I be?” You returned your hand to the keyboard, eyes still on the monitor. “I don’t know, with Zambrano?” He said it like it was obvious, like you were over there all the time, beyond helping the guy since he was wounded. “Just stopped by after work for a bit.” “And then?” “Would you look at the map, please?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as snappy as it had, but you were… Tired, and annoyed - more annoyed than tired. Santiago had never answered your text, nor had he texted you when he got in, which you’d asked him to do on the post-it. To top it all off, he was asking if you had been at the office all night. So, presumably, he hadn’t gotten in, had spent the night elsewhere, and… And you’d gotten a tip out of it. Anything else that happened didn’t matter, and you didn’t care anyway, and this game of emotional whack-a-mole was really starting to take it out of you.
You didn’t dare look at Pope, didn’t want to know whether he was looking at you or the map in the stilted silence that followed. But after a few moments, you heard his footsteps trail away from your desk, over to the wall, and you let yourself glance over your shoulder. Same jacket as yesterday - but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. You lowered your head back to your work, shaking your head a little. What he was wearing, what he did last night or didn’t do, none of that mattered, none of it-- “Ditch the blue.” Pope’s voice cut through your thoughts, and you grabbed the pen you’d set aside hours ago, crossing them off of the list that you’d compiled. “Too conspicuous?” You asked. “Yep.” You tossed the pen back onto the desk and glanced over at Pope, watching him look at the two remaining targets. They weren’t terribly far from one another, but they couldn’t be monitored by one person. “I’ll get Zambrano, drive down, hit them today,” Pope said, pulling his jacket sleeve back and glancing back down at his wrist, “He can drive. We won’t engage if we see anything, it’ll be strictly recon,” He added, glancing back at you. You turned back to your computer, nodding and wordless. You didn’t like the idea, but you knew that the tip that Pope had gotten would need to be moved on quickly. “You should go back to the apartment, get some rest,” Pope added, heading for the door of your small office space. “I’ve got some stuff to wrap up here,” You shook your head. “Reina.” You looked up at Pope then, raising a brow and waiting for him to speak. He hesitated before he sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll grab walkie-talkies, Zambrano and I will radio when we’re in position.” “Fine,” You nodded, and were on your way to adding, “Be careful,” When you found yourself speaking to the door.
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“How was the fight?” You asked, leaning back from your monitor and stretching your back over your chair as you spoke into your chair. “What fight?” Alex’s voice crackled through your headset. “Mic,” Pope’s sighed over Alex’s question. “Shit, hang on, ‘Fish-- Sorry, guys,” You apologized before tapping the mute button on your headset - the controls were so damn sensitive. You’d already accidentally knocked them half a dozen times. You raised your phone back to the ear you’d pushed your headset back from. “Sorry, Fish.” “Late night?” Frankie chuckled. “... So how was the fight?” You repeated, not in the mood to touch that just yet. “It was great. Benny kicked the guy’s ass.” “Atta boy,” You grinned, pushing yourself out of your seat, “How’ve you been?” You listened to Frankie catch you up on what you’d missed the last couple of weeks, checking your phone screen now and again for any texts from Santiago or Alex, just in case. “You okay, Q?” “Fine, why?” “You sound a little...Dead.” “Forgot what a sweet-talker you were, chulo.” “You know I don’t mean it like that--” “I’m teasing, Frankie,” You smiled a little, grabbing your mug and walking over to where you’d set up the coffee maker in the back office that Diego had allotted you and Pope, “I’m fine, just… Yeah, late night. Work, you know.” You hesitated as you set your mug down, thinking. “...Frank?” “Yeah?” “Let’s say… Hypothetically… That there was a, like… Snowball’s chance in hell that there was some truth to all the teasing you’ve done about me and Pope.” “How big a snowball?” “You know that boulder that chases Indiana Jones in Raiders of the Lost Ark?” “Oh, no!” Frankie laughed, and you couldn’t help but smile a little bit at the sound of it -- it was so light, and after the mental hell you’d been putting yourself through, it was nice to hear someone laughing about it. “What’s going on?” He asked. You looked down at the coffee pot, trying to cobble your thoughts together. “It’s just-- Ugh, hang on,” You reached up, adjusting your headset as it began to slip, your hand brushing the controls as you did, “It’s just that-- I don’t know if it’s because I’m staying with the guy, or-- Or what, but I can’t get him out of my head. It’s bad, Frankie. And I mean, it’s not new, either, I’ve had feelings for Santiago since… Since before I took this job. I mean they weren’t always serious, not like they are now, but there’s always been something there for me--” Now that you were admitting it, you couldn’t get the words to stop; they were spilling out like unorganized tupperware from a hastily shut cupboard, “But fuck, it’s just been so much-- Worse isn’t the word, I mean, noticeable, maybe. Fuck, I’ve been living with the guy, we sleep in the same bed, and he’s cuddly, and I like it way too much. I spent half the night looking for new apartments because I just… I can’t do it anymore. If I don’t get out of there, I think I’m gonna fall in lo--” “Hey Q?” Alex’s voice crackled in through your earpiece. “Hang on ‘Fish--” You sighed, raising your hand to your headset. But before you could even touch it-- “Your mic is on,” Santiago’s voice was quiet, almost regretful. Your heart slammed into your rib cage with the force of a freight train. You reached up with a shaking hand, tapping the mic button on your headset again to mute it. “...Francisco, I’m going to need to call you back.” Tag list: @justanotherblonde23 ; @revolution-starter ; @emurlemur ; @badbitxhbuckybarnes ; @supernaturalcat7 ; @mylittlelonelyappreciationtoo
#Don't Treat My Love Like a Habit#Santiago Garcia x Reader#Santiago Garcia#Santiago Garcia/Reader#Santiago Garcia/You#Santiago Garcia x You#Santiago Pope Garcia x Reader#Santiago Pope Garcia x You#Santiago Pope Garcia Imagine#santiago pope garcia#Santiago Garcia Imagine
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Thinking about the queer characters in ASOIAF. There's a few in the main series, like Loras, Renly, Taena, Nymeria, Lyn, and probably a few others I'm forgetting. I sort of wish there were more queer women in the story. Dany and Cersei have same gender relations but it's ambiguous as to if they are bi or not (I like to headcanon them as bi but that's just me). We have mention of Nymeria being "abed with the Fowler twins".
Fire & Blood had a lot of queer women; Rhaena, Elissa, Tyanna, Jeyne Arryn, Black Aly, Sabitha Vypren. It was pretty refreshing to see more visibility of queer women there, and I hope, even if my hopes for House of the Dragon aren't high, that they do a better job than Game of Thrones in that regard. I especially loved Rhaena and Elissa, they were both incredibly compelling and fascinating characters.
One area I think ASOIAF & GRRM could possibly improve on is trans representation. Of course Brienne, Cersei, and Arya come up as examples of gender non-comformity that could be seen as transgender identity, but they don't reject the concept of womanhood so much as gender roles. When we hear about MtF crossdressers in this universe, it's often not very flattering, and usually some sort of fetish or kink.
We have a Lannister monarch who was mocked as "Queen Lorea" and dressed in his wifes clothes when visiting the sex workers in the docks of Lannisport. Racallio Ryndoon was also said to have dressed in women's clothing, pretending to be a female prostitute, and was sometimes called "Queen Racallio", but given everything else we know about him (having fetishes with pregnant women and having his wives beat him), it seems like it's just another fetish of his.
We also have a sex worker in Braavos Arya reports on in ADWD called Canker Jeyne, who (at least in my mind) probably is trans, but again, it keeps on with this rather unflattering image that MtF people are all doing this as part of some fetish or satisfy other peoples fetishes. And in the case of Racallio, it's made to make them seem more "exotic" and "wild". Meanwhile for FtM crossdressers, it's mostly used as a disguise of sorts or a rejection of traditional femininity, rather than any sort of solid core identity.
We do, however, have the Jogos Nhai, who allow AMAB people to live as women, or AFAB people to live as men, to the point that they will shave their bodies and perform the tasks expected of the gender they are now living as. This is reminiscent to some historical societies, such as the galli priests of Rome, who worshipped Cybele and Attis, who were castrated, whore feminine clothing, and referred to themselves as women.
There are many other societies and cultures that, may not have had the concept of transgender identity, but definitely a less binary view of gender identity that could be seen as transgender. For instance, there is the concept of a third gender role in some Native American peoples, like the Navajo nadleehi and the Zuni lhamana. Regardless of culture, there were some historical figures who were transgender regardless of cultural traditions. The Roman Emperor Elagabalus was said to have delighted in being called a lady, dressed in women's clothing, and apparently went around asking people to perform sex reassignment surgery for a large sum of money. There is also Chevalier d'Eon, an intersex transgender woman who fought in the Seven years War, and lived as a woman for 33 years until her death.
The point of this being; there is a sorry lack of trans representation in ASOIAF, and it is mostly relegated to fetishes or kinks, which, as a trans woman, doesn't leave the best taste in my mouth. It doesn't make me hate the series at all, but it's a little disappointing as someone who would like to see themselves represented in a story they very much like.
This is why I have taken matters into my hands and decided to write an epic fantasy story with the main character being a trans woman partially inspired by Elagabalus.
#asoiaf meta#grrm criticism#lgbtq+#trans rights#queer representation#this has been on my mind and isn't intended to be a total attack against grrm i just thought i could post my personal view#i love elissa farman#and sabitha#and black aly
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Truth Is (Chapter 4)
Chapter 4: Dangerously Dangling
Frankie "Catfish" Morales x F!reader
Summary: When Fish and 'Chip' find the money, the gang erupts with glee. But little did the team know, someone had a few tricks up their sleeve, leading to disaster.
Word Count: 1.3K
Warnings: explicit language, blood, violence, guns/weapons, lots of angst and emotions, infidelity?, smut, sexual themes/innuendos, drinking, mentions of drugs, talk of death/death itself, and talk of mental health (PTSD and depression.
A/N: A short chapter...Don't hate me, it's all part of a plan, I promise <3
We both held our breaths, each holding a baggy of neatly stacked money. Our eyes remained locked, the gears in our brains turning simultaneously.
"Damn it!" Pope's voice broke the silence down the hall.
Frankie peeled his gaze from mine as he lightly tossed the money up and down in his hand. "Pope." He spoke, trying to alert our friend. He moved his lips again to speak, but he fell silent in shock.
"Pope. Pope! Pope?!" I screamed, growing loud with each pass of his nickname. The sound of boots and heavy footsteps grew louder, until they reached us.
Benny and Santi burst into the room. "What-" His sentence cut short at the sight before them. Both their eyes flickered from between the cash in my hand, Frankie's and I's faces, and the gaping hole full of money in the wall. "You're joking."
I shook my head as I threw the bag towards him and spun to face the hole once again. Frantically I began to rip the sheetrock off the wall, hearing it crack and crumble below me as it fell to the floor.
My wrath against the wall had revealed the contents full of stacks of green. "Someone help me! Now!" I squeaked, kicking holes in the structure and tearing pieces of the room apart. Hearing Tom and Will finally join us, I began to laugh in relief.
We actually found the money, it was all here, But not for much longer, suck it Lorea.
"Holy fuck! There has to be well over 5 million in this one room!" Benny boomed, pulling large amounts of money out and shoving it into our cargo bags.
"Then that means-" I trailed off, turning and darting to the next room. Running into the adjoining room, I grabbed a heavy lamp from an end table and broke the shade off. With a loud grunt I swung the lamp into the wall, watching the weight crash through the thin surface. "Arrg." I expressed, tugging at the makeshift tool, unsticking it and giving it another go. Once satisfied, I chunked the furniture aside and began yanking pieces off again, revealing more money.
"We're gonna need more bags boys!" I cheered, toppling the stacks from the hiding space and out onto the floor. "How much money did she say there was?!" I questioned, shoveling the money into my own bag.
"She said anywhere from 10 to 90 millions!" Pope exclaimed, charging into the room with extra carrier bags. "Jesus fuck." He said, in disbelief. "I didn't think she was serious."
I huffed with excitement, "If you don't fuck her as a thank you, I will." I joked, hurriedly filling up as much as I could.
"Remind me to do that, we need to hurry! Our time window is closing, then we gotta burn it all." Pope laughed in a worried manner. I tugged the straps of several bags and hauled them over my shoulder, moving as fast as I could. I ran out the room and down the stairs, making sure not to fall. I made it to the loading area, where Will stood in the back of a cargo van, pulling in bags that the boys previously left to go back and grab more.
"Here." I told Will, throwing the bags into the pile and making my way as fast as I could back to the rooms. The mansion rang with howling and whooping from the rest of the gang. "This is a fucking dream!" I yelled when I bounded into the second room, grabbing another empty bag and stuffing it full.
"Let's go! Time's up!" Frankie yelled from the other side of the wall.
"I'm just getting this one! I'll be right behind you! Just go!" I responded, trying to scavenge the rest of the stacks into the last bag.
"You better be!" He yelled, heading down to the vans, with Benny right behind him.
I giggled to myself, this couldn't be real, how easily we got in, and now how easily we're getting out. We have more than 50 million dollars loaded.
My thoughts are interrupted by a voice, "Let's go Chip." Tom spoke, wrapping a hand around my arm and standing me up.
"Hold on Tom, we can fill this last one." I frantically pulled away, reaching for the bag.
"I don't care about that right now." His voice deepened menacingly.
"But-" I spoke, but was cut off when he yanked me to him, while he walked quickly out the room and over to the banisters that ran above the foyer. I attempted to free myself but his grip tightened and he placed one of his hands over my throat. "Tom what the fuck." I struggled.
"You cost me so much, and you got to get a taste of the money, too bad you won't get to experience it." He spat in my face, beginning to choke me. "You took away my friends, the only family I had left. And yet you still get to get rich and live lavishly after this. Not anymore you whore. I'm gonna fake your death, right here right now." A wicked grin grew on his rugged face.
"No!" I choked out, gasping for air and trying to loosen his hand on my neck. "Ahhh!" I screamed, fighting harder against him.
"They can't hear you." He laughed, forcing me closer to the edge, bending my back over the railings. "Maybe you can beg for your life. Go on, beg." He continued.
I gathered a much breath as I could, "Fuck. You." I spit harshly onto his face, causing him to flinch and his face to contort with disgust.
"Bye bye bitch." Tom whispered, trying to flip me over the edge. I screamed as loud as I could, using all the force I could to get him off of me. His hand squeezed impossibly tighter around me, leading to stars filling my vision, my head becoming fuzzy and light.
My limbs grew heavier with each passing second, fighting became harder. I could feel Tom lifting my body on the banister, ready to shove me over when a shot rang out.
My vision turned black. "Let go of her!" What seemed like Frankie's voice yelled. Followed by Will and Santi yelling.
In seconds, Tom's vice grip on my neck loosened, shooting me back into reality, toppling me over the rail. I screamed, grabbing at the wood, attempting to catch it before I fell 20 feet. My arms jolted to a stop, pain searing my shoulders from bearing the weight of my body as I dangled.
"Fuck!" I yelled, feeling Will and Benny right below me, grabbing my legs and telling me it was okay to let go. I landed in their arms, blood rushing to my arms, causing me to grunt out in pain.
"What is wrong with you?" Frankie screamed at Tom as he made his way to him and forced him to his stomach and on the ground. Will and Benny carried me out to the vans as Frankie pulled out zip ties and tied Tom's hands behind his back.
"Are you okay Chip?" Benny asked me, concerned.
As he and Will put me into the passenger side of one of the vans, I answered. "No-fuck- my arms felt like they were going to rip off." I groaned, pulling my arms up into my chest and throwing my head back into the headrest.
"Why the fuck would he- how dare he." Will spoke, trying to understand what just happened.
Neither of us said anything as I sat there, trying not to cry from pain. They both looked at me with concerned eyes.
"Get in! We need to go!" Santi ran out to us, hopping in the second van, Will And Benny following shortly behind.
As I gathered my thoughts and slowed my breathing, two loud bangs sounded from the manor, causing the three men to whip around and jump out of the van in fear.
It felt like my heart stopped, worry pounded in my head as I shifted in the seat to view the doors to the foyer, only to see flames erupt inside.
I gasped in fear, seeing a figure come out, dragging what seemed to be, another person.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dames & Dragons (Podcast) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Queen Tenevine/Queen Consort Lilia, Queen Tenevine/Captain Lorea Characters: Queen Tenevine, Queen Consort Lilia, Captain Lorea, Also in supporting roles, Maeri (Dames & Dragons), Fran (Dames & Dragons), Corbin (Dames & Dragons), Slake (Dames & Dragons), Falen (Dames & Dragons) Additional Tags: Pining, so much pining, Marriage of Convenience, Love Triangle, court intrigue, Battle Couple, Canon-Typical Violence, Spoilers for A Court of Spears, Spoilers for The Weeping God Summary:
Queen Tenevine and Queen Consort Lilia's marriage makes sense. It gives Tenevine's claim to the throne legitimacy, gains the support of Lilia's father--and Lilia already knows about Tenevine and Lorea.
There's just one problem.
Lilia's in love with Tenevine, too.
Y’all I FINALLY wrote my background lesbians Dames fic!
#dames and dragons#dragon dames#Fanfic#fanfiction#fran#maeri#slake#corbin#it's not about them but i want my lil fic in all the tags#extremely spoilers though so like#be advised
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I Read The Triple Frontier Early Draft Script
And I have several thoughts on it. @frannyzooey Told me to, so I’m going to go down the line of points I thought were interesting and notes on the characters. It’s all going to be below the cut so we don’t bother the people who don’t care.
It was clearly a very early draft, but I still think it’s interesting to see how the characters changed over time.
Important note: Everyone except for Benny and Tom is only referred to by their nicknames, no real names. So I keep that up to keep from getting confused.
I do not link to the google doc with the script, but you can dm me if you want the link privately.
Warnings: Mentions of violence, suicide, and sex; mild gore; character death; racism
Story:
Pope during the drug raid learns from a teen in the gang where Lorea keeps his money
Redfly, Benny, and Cat are in North Carolina and keep turning down bs military mission
Pope shows up on Redfly’s stoop, stays with his family, and he tells him about the heist
Redfly seems to agree, but only because Pope is asking and not for the money
The “ You were shot 5 times for your country and can’t afford a new truck” scene is here bit for bit
They go meet Ironhead at one of his support group speeches to convince him to join. He begrudgingly agrees.
Cat and Redfly talk at the fight about the job and both reluctantly agree since the other will do it
Cut to South America running through surveillance, we learn that there are two gun towers, ground sensors, machine guns, and several guards
Pope’s informant is Lorea’s sugar baby(?), Yovanna, who gave him a pic of the money in the office a few weeks prior
The plan is to hide in one of the maid vans and make their way in and out with the money
Everyone is distrustful of his old intel, so they do their own surveillance
Getting caught in rain on heist day, they wait in the jungle for the guard rotations to resume, almost catching hypothermia
The heist vibe is the same, but this time they find the money is not there instantly
Redfly and Cat try to call the mission, but Benny and Pope insist on getting the money
Benny gets shot(grazed?) in the face and wants to say fuck it, but Redfly reminds him it was his idea
Pope blackmails the guard in the video room and gets the tape before killing him
While Cat, Benny, and Redfly grab the money, Ironhead is shot badly and they have to tape his mouth to keep him quiet
This is when Redfly snaps and decides they go out blazing
Lorea’s guards are outside waiting for them, but the boys literally blow up the front of the house and make a run for the river behind the house with a raft waiting
Lorea’s personal guard shoots him
Kidnapping Yovanna from her apartment, they get her money, passport, and visa to her Redfly grills her and seriously debates killing her, but instructs her to get to Australia
After essentially holding up the airstrip workers, they see the news of the break-in on TV and weigh 8 tons of money
Cat argues it’s too much weight, but agrees it will probably be fine
During the flight, Ironhead dies from his wound
Helicopter crash is the same
Pope goes in solo to speak with the farmers and they actually almost kill him before Redfly shoots way too many of them
They get pack animals from the farmers, load up the money and Ironhead, and start climbing
At some point, Cat insists they bury Ironhead because taking a body with them is going to start causing way worse issues
They camp at the burial spot, Pope voices how he blames himself for the death
The trek up the mountain is the same, including dumping some of the money and memorizing the coordinates
Getting to a port town, Cat gets sick from exposure, so they rest a few days
The local gang leader figures out who they are and uses his gang of kids to confront them
They shoot their way out and grab with guns and the money backpack on the way to the car
Benny drives and they almost flip the truck
They literally ALL get shot, but still make it to the boat and get away
The boys all agree to donate all the money to charity, in honor of Ironhead, and almost literally head off to the sunset
Characters:
Redfly
All-American late 30′s white guy; genuiniely wants to be a good person, but seems too wrapped up in the Army life
He’s the main character and most of the story is his POV
He is still with Molly and the girls, and we actually get a nice scene with them in here
He legitimately snaps once Ironhead is shot and doesn’t come back until after they bury him
He seriously almost kills Yovanna and sounds like he regrets not doing so
Says the words to her “After you sucked him off? You were lying there, playing with him- And you asked ‘What’s your real name? Where are you from?’-What did he say?” and I disliked it
Yovanna tells him that Pope thought he was so honest and he hates knowing he is not that person anymore
Pope
Mid-30′s white guy; way more of an instigator and really manipulated his friends to join him
They never give a reason why he wants to get rid of Lorea
His argument for committing a crime is that America was founded on crimes and it’s not different them the war crimes they committed under orders
Seems embarrassed about his relationship with Yovanna and it’s implied he actually told her his name, but he told her Redfly is the most honest guy he knows.
Calls some indigenous South Americans “Indians” and says they “don’t even know what century it is”
When an informant runs late, he says it’s because they run on Latino Standard Time
He saved Ironhead’s life once in fire and that is how he convices him to come, so he blames himself solely for his death
He literally brought cigars with them for after the heist. They smoke them once they are in the boat
They made Pope the asshole we don’t like, which is understandable, but upsetting
Catfish
Laid-back mid-30′s white guy who now trains Benny and works as a Private Investigator
He still is the main joker and sarcasm, but they really make sure we remember how dark his past is
There is a scene played as a laugh where he gets annoyed waiting for a cheating couple to fuck, so he holds them at gunpoint, tells them to strip and kiss, take the picture, and then tells them he’s sorry, but they should just get a divorce. It comes off terrifying and gross.
He seems to really distrust Pope and is closest to Redfly
He barely speaks Spanish
The Special Forces Museum put up a statue of him, the only living operative to have one, and his wife tells him to retire then because there was no topping that
When they argue about the weight limit, Cat says “Oh, I’m sorry, I missed you going to flight school.” And I appreciate that line.
Benny
Early 30′s white fighter
He’s described as being all or nothing and prone to manic depressive behavior and “prone to pills”
Redfly thinks he’s too old to go pro in fighting and Benny is v offended
He’s the only one to cry over Ironhead’s death
He still uses his “fuck you” money for a fire
He seems to have the most med knowledge and is the one checking for hypothermia, gives the “reason” why Ironhead dies, helps nurse Cat when he’s sick
He’s mostly played for laughs and it’s sort of a waste
Ironhead
Grizzled, but generous 55 year old white vet
He is literally the father figure here and is called that often
He is not related to Benny, but he seems to have a very soft spot for him as the youngest
He somehow served under Redfly?
He gave up running and gunning to mediate and help newer retirees
In the support group, his speech details all of the horrible things that he’s seen and had happen to him, this is supposed to be the reason why the younger soldiers listen to him
One of the group admits to almost committing suicide the past night and Ironhead say he will not tell him not to do it, just that he will not do it tonight and they all recite not tonight, it’s actually touching to “see” them all taking heart in what he is saying
He only agrees to help Pope because Pope once saved his life in combat and he told him he owes him. This scene is described as a father sadden that he can’t get through to his son, but says yes to keep an eye on them
In the “what will you buy with your money” scene, he says he will donate it to charity. It’s quickly followed by Benny excitedly saying he wants a Ferrari and Ironhead affectionately looks at him and says, “That’s a nice car, Ben!” Which made my doubting heart melt...
He the entire time gives the boys reminders to preserve their humanity and is the one who tell Redfly it’s good he let Yovanna go
When he’s shot, they say that the wound was through, meaning that the bullet entered and exited. But, when he dies, Benny says the bullet must have shifted and nudged into his heart. And I’m really annoyed by that clear mistake....
I genuinely did like this version of the character, not more than OUR Will, but I liked him
Lorea
His intro to the movie is literally leading the police in a high-speed chase in his yellow Lambo
He brings a business partner to his mansion during the boys surveying his house and they see his personal guard shoot the partner and cut off his head so it fits in the trunk of the car
I had to learn that, so now so do you
He has a thing for exotic birds and has to bring in several shifts of maids to clean up after them
He comes off here as way more of a rich wimp
Yovanna
Lorea’s sugar baby/girlfriend who sleeps with Pope and gives him info
She used to be a beauty queen
The script says Redfly is her type and she says out-loud that she wants to watch Pope and Redfly fuck.
She taught one of Lorea’s birds to say “Hello, Beautiful” and lets that bird get loose in the mansion so she can get the pic of the money for Pope
I genuinely liked her character, too
My Review
I prefer the actual plot and planning of the final movie. The plan and surveillance here slowly fell together smoothly, but ultimately made far less sense.
But, I think they felt like actual friends here. They interact with each other instead of around each other
But this version is racist and kind of gross, so I’d take kind of boring any day
4/10, please do not make me read again
Tagging because you guys seemed interested: @frannyzooey @mandoplease
@krissology @pedropasscals (thought you might like it)
#triple frontier#excuse me while i go rewatch the movie#i only genuinely rooted for ironhead in this#and sometimes cat and benny#redfly bored me as usual#weird script review
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Queer Rep in Dames & Dragons
Title: Dames & Dragons
Status: Ongoing
Cast: Kat, Noel Shiri, Juniper, Hannah Culbert, Sophia, Chantel
Queer Cast: Yes
Accessibility: Transcripts available
Summary: Dames & Dragons is a comedy D&D actual play podcast with a detailed original setting, lots of stupid jokes, a mystery or two, and some fumbling attempts at heroism. Join our cast of teen Guardians as they protect their Goddess from monsters, traps, social awkwardness, bread mold, and murderous ancient deities—among other things.
Tags: non-binary PC, multiple mspec PC, agender NPC, trans wlw NPC,
More detailed tags under the break!
Check out our other queer podcast recommendations here.
ID tags: Slake (PC): mspec nonbinary, Corbin (PC): mspec, Slake (PC): mspec, Artie (NPC): agender, Queen Tenevein (NPC): trans, wlw
Details and/or Spoilers: Queen Tenevein has histoy with Captain Lorea, is married to Queen Lilia
If any listeners have anything to add, please feel free!
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Lady Joanna, may I please ask if you have any thoughts on Loren the Last and any other past Monarchs of the Westerlands? (I ask this having already commissioned and posted an illustration of King Loren on deviantArt, but genuinely wondered if you had ideas for any of his predecessors and thought one might as well include the first "modern" Lord of the Rock).
OooOOoooo omg this is you? I saw it this morning on DA, It’s gorgeous! Do you plan to post it on tumblr? I would love to reblog it from you, along with the other ones!
My main interest in the Lannister kings is that GRRM uses them to continue to explore themes present in the main series. For example, the relationship between the body and the self (or identity), and #body as battleground, is something that goes all the way back to Lann the Clever, who supposedly “sired a hundred bold sons and a hundred lissome daughters, all fair of face, clean of limb, and blessed with hair ‘as golden as the sun.’”
GRRM/Yandel establishes ~The Lannister Identity~ as people who are beautiful, able-bodied (“clean of limb”), and golden-haired … people who are gender-conforming ie men who are “bold” and Masculine to the point of Toxicity, and women who are thin and gentle and graceful (“lissome”) …
When the text says this, we’re supposed to say, “Wait. That’s bullshit.” (So much of Yandel’s writing is Bullshit.) Because characters like Genna immediately spring to mind. Genna who is fat and so much bolder than her timid husband. Genna “Get the Trebuchet” Lannister who is anything but gentle. Or Tyrion, who is disabled and who has white hair instead of gold and who in his own words would rather die in bed than in battle. (This is why Tyrion is Not A Targaryen; Tyrion is the linchpin of GRRM’s deconstruction of ~The Lannister Identity~.)
And so, continuing this deconstruction in TWOIAF, just a few paragraphs after the “bold sons” passage, we get Loreon V, who “was dubbed Queen Lorea, for he was fond of dressing in his wife’s clothing and wandering the docks of Lannisport in the guise of a common prostitute.” I don’t know if Loreon would have considered themself trans or genderfluid or what, but Loreon undercuts the Bold, Masculine image that House Lannister would like to present to the world. And the fact that Loreon would rather be perceived as a common prostitute than a king … that’s a profound rejection of Lannister classism and elitism imo. I love how GRRM builds House Lannister up so that he can tear down its most vile aspects.
The other ASOIAF theme that crops up here that I’m interested in is the duality of man. It’s not something readily apparent in the individual Lannister kings mentioned in TWOIAF, because we usually only get a sentence or two describing them, but it’s the way that GRRM writes it. In one sentence, Yandel praises the Lannister kings for their wisdom and their valor, only to follow it with this sentence: “Yet Casterly Rock also housed many a weak, cruel, and feeble king.”
And my favorite example of this in TWOIAF is Tyrion II versus Tyrion III. Tyrion II was known as the Tormentor who delighted in making women bleed, while Tyrion III was a great conciliator, bringing the Andals and the First Men of the Westerlands together through marriages. We know from GRRM that Tywin named Tyrion, and I feel 100% certain that Tywin named Tyrion for Tyrion II the Tormentor, but I like to think GRRM named Tyrion for both. Or rather, GRRM created both of these Tyrions for the World Book, so that Tyrion Son of Tywin could be named for both of them to fill in that backstory. Tyrion has done some horrible things, but I believe he’s also capable of doing great things. (Such great things.)
The heroes will always be remembered. The best.““The best and the worst. […] And a few who were a bit of both.
And so we come to Loren the Last.
Do you know who I think of when I think of Loren? I think of Lancel, Kevan’s son.
When Tyrion was recounting the tale of the Field of Fire in AGOT, he says, “King Loren had escaped, and lived long enough to surrender, pledge his fealty to the Targaryens, and beget a son, for which Tyrion was duly grateful.”
Now – this is just my impression!! maybe I’m wrong!! – my impression here has always been that Loren was a young man when he set foot on the Field of Fire – young enough that he hadn’t yet fathered any sons before his surrender.
So imagine, if you will, a young Loren, not long a king, “cursed with all the certainty of youth, unleavened by any trace of humor or self-doubt, and wed to the arrogance that came so naturally to those born blond and strong and handsome. His recent elevation [to the throne of the Rock] had only made him worse.”
The Gardener king needed the Lannister armies more than the Lannister armies needed him imo. Highgarden would have fallen easily to the dragons, but Casterly Rock? Never. So what madness possessed King Loren to leave the safety of the Rock and voluntarily meet the Targaryens and their dragons in the field? I believe Loren was “too young, too bold, too eager for glory” (like a lot of other Lannister boys).
Loren must have thought he couldn’t lose. And for a few golden moments, it was high summer for House Lannister.
The hosts met on the broad plains of the Reach, amidst golden fields of wheat ripe for harvest. When the Two Kings charged, the Targaryen army shivered and shattered and began to run. For a few moments, the chroniclers wrote, the conquest was at an end … but only for those few moments, before Aegon Targaryen and his sisters joined the battle.
But it is high summer for House Lannister. So why am I so bloody cold? –Tyrion, ASOS
(There are so many parallels between ASOIAF history and the main sequence of events, I love it. Whether it’s the Conquest or the War of the Five Kings or the War for the Dawn, the Lannisters can’t stand against the fire, and they shouldn’t try.)
Oh, how he must have regretted his folly.
Loren Lannister […] knelt as a king and rose as a lord.
The sense of loss here – of failure – to have a major part of your identity stripped from you and to be branded with that shameful sobriquet, “the Last,” a title that calls to mind Jon Connington’s words to Tyrion as “the last and least of our company”.
This newly minted king, who reigned so briefly, only to lose everything because of his pride.
Imagine walking off that field, the sickly sweet smell of charred flesh all around you.
Imagine the horror of it:
Ravens soared through a grey sky on wide black wings, while carrion crows rose from their feasts in furious clouds wherever he set his steps. […] From the pyres of the dead rose black columns of smoke and white-hot ashes. My work, thought […] Lannister. They died at my command. […]
So many dead, so very many. Their corpses hung limply, […] unrecognizable, hardly human. Why did I kill them all? He had known once, but somehow he had forgotten.
What madness possessed Loren to leave the safety of the Rock and meet the dragons in the field? “He had known once, but somehow he had forgotten.”
Perhaps Loren stepped onto the Field of Fire as a young man, but I believe he left it an old one.
“Near four thousand men had burned that day, among them King Mern of the Reach.”
Imagine turning your horse for home with that many ghosts.
Imagine Loren’s once-mighty army, now greatly diminished, marching back up the Ocean Road. In every village, every town, every holdfast they pass by … imagine the accusing eyes of all the women of the west, the highborn and the low, the widows and orphans and now-childless mothers.
Imagine how many of Loren’s friends died on the Field of Fire. The male half of Loren’s court must have been decimated, and the female half might have taught Barbrey Dustin a thing or two about hate.
And after the dust settles…
How crushing must it have been to be the last and least of thousands of years of Lannister kings? The last and least of such a proud lineage?
Imagine walking through Casterly Rock, the seat of Lannister kings, the Rock itself like a throne at the edge of the Sunset Sea. And in every hall, every gallery remain the trappings of a lost monarchy, a constant reminder, as if Loren could ever forget.
“Loren […] lived long enough to […] beget a son”
Again, this is just my headcanon, but I imagine Loren died young, with only the one son to his name.
(We don’t know Torrhen Stark’s age AFAIK, but in contrast to young King Loren, I imagine Torrhen was an older man. He was certainly a wiser one.)
idk, Loren hits all of my Lannister feelings. The Romanticism-capital-R, the tragedy, the hubris, the trainwreck of it all.
And this is, like, probably totally irrelevant to everyone but me, but this:
Loren Lannister […] knelt
makes me also think of this:
Yet Grand Maester Pycelle tells us that when Aerys II announced Ser Jaime’s appointment from the Iron Throne, his lordship went to one knee and thanked the king for the great honor shown to his house. Then, pleading illness, Lord Tywin asked the king’s leave to retire as Hand.
The loss, the tragedy, the failure to protect the people we love … it kills me every time. Every time.
(I paralleled Tywin and Loren in my fanfic, they give me Emotions.)
Also Loren and I share the same name, his is just the male spelling :) Since you asked for my thoughts and that is definitely something I think about :)
Also also, I would be remiss if I did not mention @racefortheironthrone’s essays on the politics of the Westerlands, which analyze the policies of Lannister monarchs in detail
Part I
Part II
Part III
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I don’t know if this satisfies your curiosity? Whenever people ask vaguely for my thoughts on a broad subject, I’m like, “But which thoughts? Headcanons I made up? Close examinations of the text? Both? Character-driven or thematic? An ASOIAF-only approach or in the context of the larger fantasy genre?” and then I just spray unfocused thoughts all over the place, if I answer broad questions at all.
Anyways, this is far too long already, so I hope that satisfies!
#the loren lannister fic i will never write#captainwordsmith#replies#loren lannister#lannister thoughts#house lannister#the westerlands#a plus j does not equal t#tyrion the tormentor
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PRAISE FOR AMY KING’S POETRY
“Rarely have the nude and the cooked been so neatly joined” as in Amy King’s I Want to Make You Safe. If “us,” “herons,” and “dust” rhyme, then these poems rhyme. If that makes you feel safe, it shouldn’t. Amy King’s poems are exuberant, strange, and a bit grotesque. They’re spring-loaded and ready for trouble. Categories collapse. These are the new “thunderstorms with Barbie roots.” —Rae Armantrout
Amy King’s poems seem to encompass all that we think of as the “natural” world, i.e. sex, sun, love, rotting, hatching, dreaming, especially in the wonderful long poem “This Opera of Peace.” She brings these abstractions to brilliant, jagged life, emerging into rather than out of the busyness of living: “Let the walls bear up the angle of the floor,/Let the mice be tragic for all that is caged,/Let time’s contagion mar us/until spoken people lie as particles of wind.” —John Ashbery
Amy King’s mercurial poems capture the instability of cultural, sexual, and poetic identity. In the circuitry of her illuminated, incongruous, but somehow perfectly apt details, ‘the alien befits us.’ With a nod to Gertrude Stein and Fernando Pessoa, as well as cameos by Frida Kahlo, Maya Deren, and Claude Cahun, Amy celebrates ‘the roles’ of women even as she redefines them, telling us: ‘I put on my long black dream/to live among my female brothers.’ Playful, provocative, and frenetically lyrical, this is metamorphic poetry for our times. —Elaine Equi
I love Amy King’s smile in photos of Amy King, Amy King’s exuberance and looping, bashing panache (flamboyant manner, reckless courage) in the poems of Amy King, I’m going to say Amy King every chance I get in this blurb to make you think “I gotta read me some Amy King,” especially if you’re “looking for anything/that will pull the cork, boil the blood/of displeasure,” as only the poems of Amy King can in the world in which Amy King is King (and Queen). —Bob Hicok
The first poem I read by Amy King was “MEN BY THE LIPS OF WOMEN” and it struck me with a force I had previously felt on encountering masterworks by Lorca and Dylan Thomas. I won’t live long enough to see if her poetry will continue to equal the magnificence of theirs, but the fact that she achieved it once (at least) proves to me it could. —Bill Knott
Smoke n’ hott, these poems emerge as … audible diamonds that cut, where Rock is King & candor disarms paranoia. or, in King’s case, downright dismembers it: Forgive me, I am the final/ seminary soul to check your shape/in the dress of that embalming line, Passengered adeptly under the influence of Lorea, Neruda maybe, (Buried by midnight/ I am a Warm/fly in amber.) the reader wants to shout, GO DUENDE!!! —Jeni Olin
“‘I’m portable. My mind travels / the verse and valleys of whole people’ says the poet. Correct! Readers of this book will discover their own memories. They will melt in them, amazed, lullabied, dramatized, shocked that they exist. Amy King is a true bard. —Tomaz Salamun
Vulnerability, fragility, and anxiety are all flushed out into the open here and addressed with such strong sound and rhythm that we recognize a resilient, defiant strength within them. King puts relentless pressure on forces seemingly beyond our reach and, in bringing them closer, exposes their own vulnerable centers. This is a poetry equally committed to language as a tool with social obligations and language as an art material obligated to reveal its own beauty. King’s language does both magnificently. —Cole Swensen
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Ch 5 Preparation for “Thaddea”
Chapter 5- Preparation for “Thaddea”
“Reimeiko? Yes she does. I am Jamison Llewellyn, her neighbor.” she announced. “Now what were you saying when you thought I was Reimeiko?”
“It is just that we are heading back home to Thaddea, so that Karyson can find someone to marry and all that.” Malachi said. “But before I go I wanted to extend an invitation to her to join us for the festivities in Thaddea. She would not normally be allowed to join because of her commoner status, but I want to sponsor her.”
“Apparently, this young gentleman does not know who he is talking to.” Jamison thought, stifling a giggle. While she stood there dumbfounded, while he spoke, Black Thunder plugged into her earpiece and linked her to the other Knights and the Universal Council members.
“I am from a noble house.” Malachi continued, “But I do not have any sisters, so we do not have anyone in contention to marry him. Instead, we can sponsor any girl we choose, and she is my pick.”
“This is the opportunity we need for the investigation.” Marco announced through the earpiece. “We can get to the bottom of this and reunite Reimeiko and Karyson once and for all. It is also an opportunity to get Karyson reconnected with Tristan and Knight Wolf.”
“You want to sponsor her?” Jamison asked suspiciously. “Why her? What is in it for you and your family?”
“I am not just doing it for her.” Malachi admitted. “I saw the way Karyson looked at her last night. I have never seen him so happy. Honestly, I do not want him to lose that. We are kind of crunched for time, though, I have got a plane leaving within the next couple of hours.”
“Whoa put the brakes on there Cowboy.” Jamison ordered. “You are moving a little speedy there do you not think? Besides, there is no real true competition there. Reimeiko is the other half of his heart and his future.”
“There is no time to waste here,” he replied. “The opening masquerade is tonight. It is the start of the competition. There is a whole horde of gorgeous, rich, noble women vying to become Thaddea’s next queen. And it is not just about winning Garyson’s hand. She also has to prove to the Royal Council that she can rule with him. But I think she has got what it takes. She is gorgeous, witty, and very charming.”
“He has got a point, sis.” Shannon said through the frequency in the earpiece Jamison wore. “This is your chance, I mean Princess Reimeiko’s chance to get Karyson back with Tristan and his memories of her. And you can use your powers of Knight Thunder to really blend in until you can reveal your true self and blow the others out of the water.”
“And we will be there to run interference for you or I mean Reimeiko to gain Karyson.” Randall added. “This is our best chance to investigate this with no suspicion.”
“So, besides a fancy masquerade, what else is Reimeiko getting into with this deal?” Jamison asked.
“Fun stuff, I promise.” Malachi said. “She will go yachting in the great Mediterranean, skiing in the Alpine mountains, and dancing at the royal palace. Or she can stay here and go back to her waitressing gig with her crappy--”
“That waitressing gig as you call it was not even for real.” Jamison snapped. For a moment she thought about everything that happened the night before and the game plan and she smiled. “Okay, count her in. Reimeiko Thunderis is about to take the lead in all things. But her main sponsor is the Universal Alliance.”
“Alright, yeah. Tell her to go pack her bags. We have a lot to do and a short time to do it all in.” Malachi replied.
Jamison went back up into the apartment where three sets of luggage were packed and ready for her while the furniture and everything else was gone leaving the apartment completely empty.
“The ThunderStar fleet will not be far behind.” Daryien announced. “Do not reveal your true identity until we have gotten to the bottom of the investigation and the Wolf trio are reconnected.”
“Your Knights and Guardians will be close and blend in in case they are needed.” Kyiandra added.
“Malachi Blanchard is the youngest son of Barnaby and the late Annalyse Blanchard and the brother of Byron Blanchard the present Duke of Chinoa.” Marco announced. “The family has been in serious debt for many years because of the former duke’s serious spending habits. On top of all that, much of his spending has been seriously secret. Old man Blanchard has not been seen since Malachi was ten and Byron was twelve. He disappeared, dropping the responsibility of House Chinoa on Byron at an early age. He has not been seen since then, everyone assuming the old duke had died, but his spending habits continue to happen.”
After Jamison, as Reimeiko, met with Malachi and Derrick at the car near Black Thunder, the driver loaded her stuff into the trunk, then she was whisked off to a boutique. She spoke softly into the ear piece.
“Black Thunder, I want you, Macc, and Serenity close by the whole trip.” Reimeiko said. “I do not trust these guys and I feel better having you close to run interference as well.”
“The entire ThunderStar fleet will be in the new place with you as well as the Knights, Your Majesty.” Macc replied. “We know that there is a serious conspiracy going on that has been happening for many years.”
“Okay, not that the regular American business look does not look good on you.” Malachi said. “But you are about to step into Thaddea for the first time and everyone’s eyes are going to be on you. The Prince, the paparazzi, Byron, and the people of Thaddea.”
“Besides the people of Thaddea, what was that last one you said?” Reimeiko asked.
“Nevermind that. The point is, why do you not wear something that tells your soon-to-be adoring fans their future princess is here.” he said. She grabbed a few choice selections and went into the changing room.
“Alright, while I am going through these selections,” Reimeiko said into the earpiece. “Tell me more about the key and background players.”
“The next suitor is Lamani Evander, Duchess of Lorea, one of the ice and snow planet Kingdoms.” Marco replied. “She is so evil, she makes Dariana Lanoson look and act like an angel. She is not evil in the sense like Dariana evil, but she is known to do whatever it takes to get what she wants and I will bet it even includes violence. Her parents Dominic and Delia Evander were killed in a political assassination when Lamani was only five. They say that the kingdom never got over it, but their sacrifice saved the lives of the royal family. She has a brother Stephen who, at the moment, is safely tucked away at a university hidden from the outside world and an Aunt from her father’s side who has been absent from the family since before Dominic and Delia’s deaths years ago.”
“Okay, what can you tell me about Derrick Werner?” Jamison asked. “He was or is with the bachelor crew.”
“Derrick Werner is one of Karyson’s guards.” Marco said. “And although he is not aware of it, he is also the guardian knight of protection and stability and his family are the owners of Duchy Mydiea to the east of Wolfera. The next suitor is Alondra Thorne in the line of Halcyona. She is the daughter of Jevana and Hadrian Thorne and the sister of Ezera Thorne who is the heir to Halcyona.”
“Wow. So with Elenia, Lamani, and Alondra, that makes three suitors I am competing against.” Jamison said. “Are there others within the kingdom or are there others from the outside like myself?”
“There are actually two more within the kingdom along with three more of Karyson’s guards.” Marco replied. “The next guard is Jedrick Carstairs from the Duchy Karmia from the west and he is the knight of patience and harmony. The next suitor is Melinda Edwards the daughter of Lamar and Eugenia Edwards of the coastal Duchy of Laveria. The last suitor-to-be is Almeda Fitgerald, the daughter of Giovani and Amyra Fitzgerald of Evedia.”
“Fitzgerald?” Jamison asked. “Wait, as in the Fitzgerald crime family! Giovani is Raymond’s brother. And with the head honcho in jail, Giovani is the one who will take over the business.”
“And if his daughter gets chosen to be the next queen, he could use Thaddea to expand the business in the dirty dealings.” Marco finished. “I will have our people connections inside the prison where the crime boss is being held, keep tabs on everything having to do with him. Granted, he only visits Evedia and his family once a year, but just be careful if you come across him. He is not one to trifle with. He has a worse temper than his brother.”
She finally settled on wearing the formal Knight Thunder uniform with a mix of business class and formal style. “Whoa, what does the horse and lightning bolt crest represent?” Malachi asked.
“Seriously?” Jamison asked. “This horse is the Knight chess piece and the lightning bolt represents the Thunderis family. I mean read back through the histories. In addition to being the Princess of Thunderia, I am also Knight Thunder, the leader of the Universal Knights and the other half of Karyson’s heart. Will it do for the introduction?”
“It will be fine. I think it says Princess Reimeiko all over it.” he replied. A couple of hours later, Jamison was on a jet similar to the ThunderStar with Malachi and Derrick. “Say good-bye to the United States and hello to Thaddea.”
“I cannot believe that this is happening.” Jamison, now as Reimeiko gushed. “This is like a whole new thing for me. I have never been out of the States except on business for Jamison and ThunderStar Universal.”
“Believe it.” Derrick said. “We will be landing soon ready or not. And if you are not ready for it, those ladies at court are going to eat you seriously alive.”
“Honestly, I am not afraid of anything.” Reimeiko said. “If anything, those prissy prima donnas should be afraid of me. I am the daughter of Thor Thunderis and Kyiandra Kinsworthy Thunderis. I am able to harness the powers and elements of my kingdom. Those nobles do not stand a chance against me.”
“You are cocky. You might actually survive. But we will see for sure when we land.” Derrick smirked.
“I do not understand why you are being so grimsville about this.” Reimeiko snapped. “None of those “ladies” have the powers and abilities that I have.”
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