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calowlmitygoddess · 11 months ago
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History repeats itself
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scribblesbyb · 6 months ago
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Writing Game Week #1: Use These Prompts to Get Back Into Writing!
Prompt 1 Prompt 2 Prompt 3 Prompt 4 Prompt 5 Prompt 6 Rules: Sharing randomly generated prompts every day for a week. Create sth with it in only an hour (time yourself). Don't edit or proofread till the very end. Just. Write. Tags: cute idiotic fluff, voyeurism??, just two people being idiots really A/N: For this prompt, I chose Book I in the series, The Seven Realms (The Demon King). Feel free to pick wtv you like for your take. I colored the part I took from the book as well.
P.S. If you've never read the book/series, you'll be lost lol. I tried to leave as many context clues though so I hope you still enjoy it!
WC: 1637
Prompt 7: Turn to page 103 in Your favorite book, read the scene, and finish it yourself.
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“Raisa swallowed hard and stepped into the shelter of the doorway. Amon planted a hand on Micah’s shoulder and propelled him down the corridor. But the look Micah fired at Raisa over his shoulder said this wasn’t the end of it.” 
Cowering back into her room, Raisa breathed out deeply, hand trembling as she carefully shut the door. Plopping herself onto the comfy mattress, her exhausted body spread like a starfish, she tried desperately not to think of Micah’s glare. 
It lingered on her skin. She hugged her body close, comforting herself, quickly switching topics in her mind. She thought of her fervent kiss with Amon; how his big arms embraced her and his worrying made her stomach twist with butterflies.
There was nothing to worry about, she reassured herself. Whoever made that tunnel must’ve died a long time ago.
“Whatever,” she mumbled under her breath, ignoring the creeping blush in her cheeks. “Let’s change out of this bothersome gown.”
While she did that, her mind continued to harass her, reminding her of how stupid it was to throw herself at Amon like that. He clearly didn’t seem to be into it. And something about that hurt the princess on a primal level. 
What was I thinking? Wearing a gown? Letting Magret know our secret place? Kissing him? Telling him about the tunnel? And now this whole mess with Micah?
Micah, who had sat in his room fuming, unable to believe that a man of the Queen’s Guard nevertheless dared emasculate him as such. Just like Raisa feared, this wasn’t over. Amon had made an enemy without even realizing it.
Bryne’s son was facing a difficult night of his own. Having seen Raisa after all these years sent his mind spiraling. Foolishly he tried to tell himself he didn’t know why. But he did. He absolutely did. Raisa in that gown? Raisa being the daring, do-first-think-later girl he admired? Raisa’s lips, her waist, her soft skin?
He shook his head; his movements deliberately slow as he undressed. He feared that if he moved any faster, it would prompt him to do something rash. Like go back, check on the princess, sweep her room—in the name of duty, of course, and then…well…things happen.
Then he remembered the tunnel. Raisa promised she’d do something about it but he knew her. She’s stubborn enough to think that it still posed no danger. 
Instinctively, his armor came back on and he retraced their steps back to the glass garden. Sure, he had to be up early. And yes, he probably wouldn’t hear the end of it from his dad if he’s incompetent tomorrow. It didn’t matter. He just wanted, nay needed, to know that the princess, his Raisa, was safe.
In no time, he was descending the ladder into the rat-infested pathway that led to her room. Worried she had already slept, he kept his footsteps light as he approached the end. It was hard to keep his breathing steady, though. His heart was beating too fast. Images that weren’t supposed to be running through his mind couldn’t stop emerging despite how hard they pushed them away.
Images of them kissing here only minutes ago. Images of what could’ve happened if he hadn’t stopped them. And why did he? Just why? Just because she’s the princess? Just because his righteous self wouldn’t let him?
His thoughts halted as he came to the door. Bracing himself, he put his hand to it and opened it slightly ajar. He paused to listen. Beyond the walls, he could hear the sound of water running. Perhaps the princess is taking a shower? 
Amon thanked the heavens. He thought he was going to have to work while Raisa slept. But if she was in her bathroom quarters, there was enough noise to cover his movements. He would work swiftly; board the door up before Raisa was done.
But Raisa was already drying herself off, seeing that she wasn’t enjoying her bath as much as she typically did.
Her mind had continued to incessantly worry over every little thing that happened throughout her long, exhausting day. It cut her bathtime short. She decided it was best she went to sleep; put an end to this day once and for all.
Wrapping her body up in a towel, she came out, steam trickling into the room, alerting her late-night intruder. He jumped, hiding behind the several dresses that hung in her wardrobe. Bones! He thought. She’s going to reach in here for clothes, isn’t she?
He glanced behind him. The door was already half boarded up. He couldn’t go back the way he came and come back later to finish his job. He was stuck. 
Raisa, unaware of her friend’s presence or his turmoil, shed the towel covering her up to the ground. Water rolled off her tan skin, dripping onto the soft rug beneath her soles. She went through the dresser near her bed, searching for a pair of undergarments suitable for bed. What pieces she deemed fit she threw onto her bed in one swift motion.
Amon watched. He didn’t want to. He begged his eyes to look away, tried to pry them off the lines of the princess’ curves or the fullness of her body. He remembered how firm yet frail it felt in his arms as he kissed her. How right it was to do so.
It was hard to stop. His lustful gaze followed her as she dressed. She bent over slightly to put on her underwear, covering her intimates first. Then, she glided a thin, pink nightdress over her glistening skin. It stopped at her knees, granting Amon a sheer view of Raisa’s front. 
Brushing her hair back, the blissfully unaware princess sat at her dresser to unbraid and brush her hair. Normally, Marget would be doing this for her. She didn’t mind doing it herself, though. 
Her mind drifted to Amon again as she combed through her hair. Where did he learn to kiss like that? It seemed to be the question that bugged her the most. Wouldn’t it be weird if I asked? She feared he’d jump to ridiculous conclusions.
He didn’t seem to have any trouble showing his jealousy, though, Raisa wondered idly, recalling how he reacted when she spoke of her suitors.
“It seems it’s going to be a long night.” The princess sighed to herself, giving up on brushing her hair just as she did with finishing that bath.
Not expecting to hear her talk, Amon startled where he stood, rattling a few hangers as he did. He held his breath and waited, closing his eyes and not wanting to see if Raisa had picked up on the noise. His heart danced wildly in his chest; his lungs filling up with air that begged to be released. 
Weary, he blinked open one eye. Raisa was still sitting there, only she was looking in his direction with fearful eyes. She can’t see me, he thought, but she did hear me.
Grabbing a pair of cutting scissors, Raisa slowly stood to her feet. In her panic, she seemed to forget about her state of undress as her light steps made their way to the closet.
Amon’s brain spiraled some more. Several scenarios ran through his brain, none of which were good. He tried to determine which one was the best case but came up empty. Exhaling loudly, the words came spilling out of him before he could even think.
 “I’m sorry Raisa,” he began quietly, “I only came because I was worried.”
The princess shrieked at her friend’s voice then quickly covered her mouth to muffle the sound. The last thing she wanted was to wake up the guards. Not with Amon here. Not with her dressed like this.
“Amon?” The name was a whisper in the air. “What in Hanalea’s bloody bones are you doing here?”
“I wanted that door boarded up.”
“I promised you I would do it!”
“Please.” He rolled his eyes. “We both know you wouldn’t have.”
The princess huffed, slamming open her closet doors to glare at her rude intruder. “What are you saying? That I’m stubborn?”
Amon’s eyes didn’t know where to look. He squirmed and fidgeted at the proximity of such breathtaking beauty. Face red, he replied, “Yes, Your Highness.”
“There you go calling me that again.”
“Would you look at yourself?” Amon’s eyes flicked to hers, tired of being the sane one here. “Look at yourself and tell me you’re not royalty.”
Embarrassed, Raisa hid her body behind clumsy arms. She looked away, turning to fetch a robe and cover herself up. Amon let out another heavy sigh.
“I’m sorry.”
Raisa stood there, too shy to speak. Tensed silence filled the room till she found her voice.
“I’m sorry, too.”
“For what?”
“For being stubborn, I suppose.”
Amon chortled, shoulders finally slumping back. “I’ll be going now…I didn’t mean to disturb you. Thought you’d be sleeping by now.”
“That makes the two of us.”
Amon smiled again. “Yeah, Da’ is never letting me live this one down.”
Raisa smiled back, stepping up and briskly patting his shoulders. “Well, then you’d better go soldier. And that’s an order from your soon-to-be queen.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
She could tell from his tone he didn’t mean it that time, and her smile widened.
She let him out the door, bidding him good night once more. Before he walked away, however, she asked, “by the way…how long were you in my room for?”
Amon halted, heart stopping in his throat as he turned back around. “I’d only just come in.”
With that, he rushed down the hallway, fleeing what felt like the scene of a crime. Raisa cocked her head in question, but being too exhausted from overthinking things, she didn’t dwell on it.
Then she noticed how far along the door had been boarded up and realized her late-night visitor had been here longer than he should’ve been. The thought filled her with an inexplicable anxiety that kept her up all of that night.  
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therealms-number1angirl · 6 months ago
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The Demon King Chapters 7-11
05/26/24
Chapter Seven:
Both Han and Raisa having to deal with "oh, no, my best friend grew up and got hot" is actually hilarious.
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And then she does the same with her own son 😖
Something, something, the garden turning into Raisa and Amon's spot to Raisa and Han's spot, something, something
Amon is such a dork, I wish this part of him lasted longer 🤧
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I feel so bad for her. All she's ever wanted was a FRIEND 😭 (remembering what happens in that same garden about a year later 🤧)
The Byrnes are so smart, if only people (marianna) listened
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Oh, sweetie...
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If you follow my blog, you're probably aware that I am NOT a raimon fan. And this is one of the reasons why they didn't work and why they will NEVER work. He'll always view her as his superior in a way, and she'll always be able to pull rank on him, just as he accused her of doing even at Oden's Ford. It's their dynamic, and it's the way of their friendship, but it doesn't make for a healthy romance.
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Raisa, go girl, do ur thing 🤭
It's funny that Raisa became much more enjoyable as a character to me the first time around when she was able to make a few of her own choices. She got to taste freedom for the first time, and it helped her grow up.
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Hanson, your time is coming 🤭
Chapter Eight:
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HOW DARE CINDA WRITE THIS WHEN SHE ALREADY KNEW THE ENDING 😤
Also, he was such a girl dad already, i can't 😭
FIRST JEMSON APPEARANCE!!!
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don't think about flamecaster, don't think about (how jemson outlives han bc history repeated itself) flamecaster, don't think about flamecaster-- MAKER HELP ME, CINDA WHHHYYYY???
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Do you think that she ended up not going that route so that the parallels between hanalea/alger and raisa/han wouldn't be SUPER obvious?
Everyone still thinking that Han is streetlord 🤦‍♀️ poor cat, my girl never gets her accolades.
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AMON!!!
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Their friendship means a lot to me, okay?
Chapter Nine:
Another Vega mention, another "fufufufufufufufuf--" note <3
Raisa's family is so complicated, she's being pulled in every which direction, my poor baby girl 🤧
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Genuine question, is a mother guilting you about the fact that they will one day die NOT a normal conversation topic?
Does everybody's moms suck in this world? Except for dancer's ofc... like, raisa really was just doing the best she could with the examples that she had.
Just learned that cennestre apparently means 'mother'? ELENA DOES NOT DESERVE THAT TITLE!
Nobody is on my girl's side, WHERE IS HANSON ALISTER WHEN YOU NEED HIM???
Chapter Ten:
Okay, so I will admit that when I read Chapter Ten six years ago, I had been starting to get worried that i had misread the point of the story, and raisa and han weren't going to be romantic pair. and i do remember thinking that if raimon was all i was going to get, it would be okay... dear, maker, am i glad that that did not turn out to be the case <3
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I wrote a rain fanfic with this exact premise 😭
Another reason raimon doesn't work romantically is Amon's first priority is to the line, not the specific queen. Yes, he cares for raisa, but he won't let that win out on his sense of duty, even back when he was just a corporal.
RAISA HEARING ABOUT HER FUTURE HUSBAND 🤭 (yes, i really am that desperate for rain crumbs, how did you know?)
Chapter Eleven:
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I FORGOT THAT WILLO WAS IN THIS CHAPTER OMG 😭
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Was Dancer trying to use wizard healing on Han? Was that the vibe i was getting here?
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well... that part wasn't... totally false...
Wait a minute, was this on purpose?
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There's something very special about this relationship too, okay?
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DON'T WORRY, JEMSON, HE GETS THERE!!!
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OFC SHE DOES, SHE RAISED THAT BOY 👏
pausing tonight, bc the next few chapters are my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE, and i can only post a limited amount of photos per post.
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cuffs-crew · 3 months ago
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finally got my copies of the demon king and the exiled queen back after not having them for years and it turns out, as i suspected, the seven realms series is still one of the best ever made
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jibb-ly · 3 years ago
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My favorite teacher contacted the author of these books that I never shut the fuck up about AND SHE ACTUALLY WROTE BACK! She wrote me a letter, sent me some merch, and sent the school a boxed set of books!!! (She’s such a sweet lady like-) Literally best day of my life I’m so happy, I love these books so much even though there’s like no community around them aside from like 5 or so people on here lmao
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anabelldimitrova · 3 years ago
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Raisa & Han
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i-love-all-books · 3 years ago
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let it snow
For @authorgirl0131, for the Seven Realms Secret Santa!
General | Han Alister/Raisa ana’Marianna | Fluff, Snowball Fight, Ice Skating, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon
Summary: The first snowfall after the events of The Crimson Crown.
Read it on AO3 or below the cut.
The snow fell gently, dusting the city below Raisa ana’Marianna as she stood in her room, looking out of the window.
It had been three months since her marriage — three months married to Han, three months since the Demonai and wizards had worked together to rout the Ardenine army and General Klemath’s mercenaries, three months in which Montaigne had licked his wounds and failed to mount any serious attack. Raisa knew his counterattack would be coming — she had refused his hand in marriage and then defeated him in battle; there was no way he’d ever let her go — but he wouldn’t make a move until the summer. If he tried it now, his troops would freeze, starve, and/or be easy pickings for the Demonai. For now, Fells was safe.
Warm arms wrapped around her from behind, but Raisa didn’t flinch, turning to face Han as he held her close. “You weren’t there when I woke up,” he said in explanation, voice rough with sleep.
“My apologies.” She smiled, leaning in to kiss him, and forgot about the world for a moment in the feel of his lips on hers.
Han pulled back, however, shivering slightly. “It’s cold. Come back to bed.”
“Consider that you might only be cold because you’re not wearing a shirt,” Raisa replied.
“Are you complaining?”
“Of course not.” She grinned at him, running her hands across his shoulders and down his arms, pressing a kiss to his collarbone and noting the goosebumps that appeared along his skin. “You’re the one saying you’re cold.”
He huffed, kissing her again, probably to get her to stop talking. “Is there a reason you’re awake?”
“It’s snowing.”
Han followed her gaze out of the window. “Good for keeping the Ardenine army away,” he noted.
“And also for snowball fights.”
“We are not going to have a snowball fight,” Han said.
~
They were having a snowball fight.
And in the courtyard of the castle, no less. The snow had fallen thick and fast, as it usually did in the Fells, burying the courtyard in a foot-thick layer. Raisa had cancelled all the meetings for the day (“it’s snowing, General Dunedain, Arne isn’t about to invade, I think today’s meeting can wait”) and he’d been helpless to resist as she dragged him outside. Cat and Dancer had come as well.
Perhaps the snowball fight was slightly childish, but Han didn’t particularly care, because he got to see Raisa laugh (even if the price was taking a snowball to the head).
Han burst out laughing in turn at the look on Raisa’s face as his snowball slammed into her, though he stopped when Cat’s perfectly aimed return throw knocked him back a step. Dancer sent two snowballs back at the girls, one of which Raisa dodged while the other hit Cat on the shoulder. Raisa ducked behind a makeshift barricade she’d built, and Han raised a snowball, ready to throw as soon as she reappeared — only to get hit in the face by another snowball from Cat, which made him miss his moment and get hit three times by Raisa before he brushed enough snow out of his face that he could see. Dancer had managed to get Cat, but she’d retaliated viciously and he was retreating beneath her attack.
The two boys regrouped behind their own barricade. “Wish we could use magic,” Han complained.
“We’d win too easily,” Dancer replied. That, of course, was precisely why they’d agreed that magic was cheating, and it was true that it’d give them an unfair advantage, especially with Dancer’s unique ability to control the elements (including the snow itself) — but that didn’t change the fact that they were going to lose without it.
With a sigh, Han began making snowballs by hand. “Last-ditch attempt to charge them?”
Dancer nodded, and the two stood up from the wall they’d built to run at the girls, who immediately bombarded them with snowballs. Cat launched herself over the barrier at Dancer, knocking him down. Han didn’t stop, however, running all the way to the barricade behind which Raisa was standing as she threw snowballs.
They ended up lying in the snow, Raisa sitting on top of him with a snowball raised threateningly, and he couldn’t resist pulling her down into a kiss. The snowball dropped harmlessly into a drift beside him.
Then, of course, he had to use the moment to his advantage and shove some snow into her face. The moments that it took her to re-orient herself allowed him to get well away before she began to chase after him, screaming bloody murder, and he knew he’d most likely end up with his own faceful of snow.
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There was a small lake a little way away from Fellsmarch, and Raisa snuck away from Cat and Dancer (not particularly difficult, as they were making out, though perhaps she wasn’t one to judge) to bring Han there.
She remembered skating there many times as a child, her mother showing her how to balance on the skates and then how to move on them, how to turn, how to spin, how to go backwards, until she was as nimble on the ice as she was on land, if not more so. It’d been one of the few times that she hadn’t felt jealous of Mellony for the attention that she got from their mother — Mellony had been too young to skate when Raisa had started, and even when she was old enough, she preferred to stay inside.
So Raisa had fond memories of the lake, and she hoped she could make more now, with Han at her side. If the lake was frozen, that is; it was early enough in the year that it might not be, but the temperature was low enough that she hoped so. And if not, they could always come back some other time.
“I don’t know how to ice skate,” Han protested.
“I taught you how to dance, I can teach you to skate,” she replied teasingly.
Han smiled involuntarily, and they continued on to the lake.
It was indeed frozen, and it didn’t crack when they threw rocks into the middle, so Raisa pulled on the skates she’d brought before helping Han with the ones she’d got him. He stood up, wavering slightly as he tried to balance, but he managed to remain standing.
“Now follow me,” she said.
Han fell. Several times. By the third time, she’d realized that she needed to stick closer beside him rather than expecting him to know how to skate immediately (it should have been obvious, but it had been a long time since she’d learned to skate herself), and so she held his hands, moving backward while facing him so that he could find his feet.
That meant, of course, that when he fell, she fell as well, and they ended up on the ground together more often than not. The falls grew less often as time went on, though, until Raisa went from skating backwards to skating at his side, holding hands. It eventually became clear that they really didn’t need to be holding hands any longer — Han wasn’t falling much anymore — but neither one particularly wanted to let go.
She told him about all those days learning to skate here, and the conversation devolved into simply discussing their lives, telling stories about all those little details of the other’s life that they’d never had a chance to learn. They didn’t discuss the war, by mutual if silent consensus, and Raisa didn’t think she’d ever laughed so much before.
Eventually, however, they started to feel cold, and they had to pack up and head home. Magret had somehow known that they were coming, bringing them mugs of hot cocoa as they sat by the fire in their room. Cat complained that she was supposed to be Raisa’s bodyguard, and she couldn’t exactly protect her if she was constantly running off, but subsided when Magret offered her a mug of cocoa as well.
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Somebody found a board game, and the evening passed in warmth and laughter (aside from the fact that Cat was definitely cheating, though nobody seemed to believe Han when he said so — perhaps it was because he was winning, despite Cat’s cheating). Raisa curled up, leaning against his shoulder, watching Cat and Han bicker while Dancer laughed at the two of them and Magret served seemingly unending mugs of cocoa.
Tomorrow, they’d have to think about Arne again, about Montaigne’s plans for revenge, about the war. But for now, it was snowing outside, and the fire was warm, and the worries could wait until tomorrow.
Han smiled, an arm curving up to hold Raisa close.
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graywolfqueens · 3 years ago
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i wrote @dregstrash a lil modern au han/raisa gift for secret santa
if anyone else in the seven realms fandom exists, please enjoy
https://archiveofourown.org/works/36109306
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plotbunbun · 3 years ago
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i know there's negative two things about the Seven Realms on the Internet or whatever buT I'M SO HEATED LMAOOOOOOOOOO
LITERALLY EVERY POST IS ABOUT HAN X RAISA
AND LISTEN
THAT'S FINE (f i n e) ALRIGHT 💀 HAN IS COOL
we're not talking about Adrian, we are NOT talking about Shattered Realms, okay, I made it like... a third into Flamecaster before I yote it LMAO
BUT YOU CANNOT TELL ME I WAS THE ONLY DINGUS WHOSE DIEHARD ENDGAME HOPES WERE AMON X RAISA
C'MON LMAOO ASIDE FROM THE FRICKING BLOOD RITUAL
AND THE FUN TRADITION OF UNREQUITED LOVE
(also Raisa's jealous spell - which gave me secondhand embarrassment but it was in-character askdssf - giving us evidence it wasn't even unrequited)
I JUST THINK... AMON X RAISA COULD HAVE WORKED OUT... but I guess that's what fix-it fics are for. LASDFKJ
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simplaertes · 4 years ago
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where are all the people who ready the seven realms series at. han alister, raisa ana’Marianna, fire dancer........... the worldbuilding......... the idea of cyclical history................. that book was a) fantastic and b) extremely formative to me so not seeing it anywhere online is SO strange
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bbauthor2 · 5 years ago
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So I was playing Akinator at my NYE party
And everyone was trying to see if they could get Akinator to not guess their person. So I thought, “I got a great one! I’m going to win!” And so when answering the questions I was so sure the whole way through that the game wouldn’t get it right because it’s such a small series. And then...
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It actually got Arsinoe right! I’m shook.
So of course then I’m trying to figure out what other obscure characters it knows.
It guessed Raisa, Han Alister from the Seven Realms. It didn’t guess any of the Shattered Realms series.
And then I played for this character.
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And it got her right! I can’t believe it!
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calowlmitygoddess · 11 months ago
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What a beautiful family i sure do hope nothing bad happens to them
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pearlgrayrose · 5 years ago
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I've finished a Shattered Realms one-shot taking place after Deathcaster called "Seeking a Blessing".  At the request of @awkward-nerd-duo, it's about Lyss taking Hal to introduce him to Raisa.  Sorry it's late - what with school, I didn't get around to writing it until today.  Hope you like it!
P.S. I'm seriously considering writing a Shattered Realms fic about Destin getting sick.  I have some really good ideas for it.  So...maybe sometime soon?
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therealms-number1angirl · 2 years ago
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The fact that Raisa ana’Marianna led a jail break with hostages and everything less than a day after meeting Hanson Alister is not talked about nearly enough
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raifenrir · 7 years ago
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"Wait, what’s going on here!? Are you two fighting or is this just practice?”
@raisa-xiv @ghostlyfoxangel
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maderuart · 7 years ago
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I feel alone in this world without anyone to share my ciNDA WILLIamS ChIMa SEveN ReALmS FEELS
where is the fandom 
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