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OF FLOWERS AND DEATH - aemond targaryen

Chapter 1: The Laws of Humans and Elves

☾⋆⁺₊✧ dark elf!Aemond Targaryen x f!human!reader series. ✧₊⁺⋆☾ series masterlist. ☾⋆⁺₊✧ word count: 2.9k ✧₊⁺⋆☾ series warnings: 18+ depictions of violence/gore, eventual smut, warfare, sickness/disease, some moments of misogyny, and mentions of alcohol consumption. ☾⋆⁺₊✧notes: a short part to introduce the world and get started. I am super excited to start rolling out the chapters I have been working on. ✧₊⁺⋆☾ on a sun-blessed day, you happen upon a new companion.

The darkness came from the rot of the world. At the very least, that is the superstition. It followed centuries after the wrecking chaos that threatened to crack the very stone of the world and cast all those living down to hell. The earth had been fighting for millennia, with elves and humans slaughtering one another; the Great War. Their reason for fighting had been lost to time. It had not mattered anymore, for the malice held between them was enough to bear rot in the roots of their history. Such chaos and death must anger the gods, for violence was their language - to exact on the land of the living, not for the living to exact upon one another.

A stalemate happened after each side bore the cost of life beyond that which should be possible. Peace, however fickle, was forged and laid in a treaty between the humans and elves. It was unstable, but so long as it was upheld, the world could know peace. Children could know their parents, families could stick together, cities could rebuild, and meaningless fighting could be put to rest. Meadows and tracts of land grew back and birds chirped once again. The fields, once littered with the corpses of slain kin, bloomed with flowers once again.

It took six centuries before that peace was destroyed. The taint came from an unknown source. Some claim humans started it, others say it was the elves; each wishing to push prejudice against the other. Many say it is the wrath of whichever god or gods they follow. A curse put upon the earth to punish them for their bloodshed. It could be a twisted act to kill them and purify the world, or perhaps bring hell from below and judge them before their deaths.

The opinions of gods did not matter to you. What mattered - truly - was fighting back against the twisted black darkness that crawled across the land, wilting plants and killing all known life. It tainted water and invaded lands, crawling through the world map like unkempt ivy. You were determined that there was a resolution. This was not some wrath from the gods, but simply a fight against the same darkness humans and elves inflicted against one another. A manifestation of sin.

That was how you found yourself, each day, kept in your lodgings in an old town by the borders between the human kingdom and the domain of elves. It was a proper place to be, for the taint spread by a half-day ride away, easily accessible for experiments. It was also favourable, for you could not live in your old home deep in the kingdom. You grew up being raised by your father there, had forged the purest of memories. Yet they died with his disappearance.

Five years he had been gone and since then you had diligently taken over his work after moving. It was a peaceful life, albeit frustrating. With each passing day insecurity seized your body. Your research had been inadequate and experiments even more so. The darkness spread, and fields of flowers, forests of trees, and lakes of plenty suffered further. The landscape around had died where it was touched. You had been failing and no progress had been made.

It was in the darkest hours of the night you found yourself staring at the roof of your cottage, contemplating the meaning of your existence. Surely, if you were as brilliant as your father, a cure would have been found. The effort you put into it, the pain and tirelessness, could not be for naught.

In the small hamlet you were in, the land still bore beauty. It was in that sight where you held your inspiration. Those creeping moments of doubt would clash against your hope like saltwater on rock; wearing the stone down through time. The world was worth saving and you would be damned if you sat back and watched it collapse.

So, like most days, you find yourself working. It was late noon as you approached the edge of the sprawling meadow outside the village. You were on the border of the kingdom between humans and elves, and it was here where you could find a good growing of nettles. It was outside the thick canopy of forest that you found growing on the edge of the meadow close to your home. You had just approached when the sound of faint crying made its way to you.

The sobs were of a girl and you looked back and forth to see if you could spot the person. It was gentle weeping that spurred you to move. You began to trail along the edge of the forest in search of the source. Your gaze swept over the dark branches of trees, unease settling in your bones.

After a few moments of walking, you looked into the trees to see a woman with her back to you. She was on the ground in a dirtied light green dress. Her hair cascaded down her back, light and silvery, with some of it in a braid crown across her head. Her shoulders shook and from what you could see, she cradled her left forearm in distress.

You knew it was forbidden, for a human to cross into elvish territory uninvited, but you could not walk away after seeing someone hurt. You looked around for anyone else and saw nothing. A breath caught in your throat as you stepped into the tree line, foot crunching on the branches below. You waited for a moment for the worst to happen; some archer waiting to shoot you or a bunch of guards to descend upon you, but you saw nothing.

Deeming it safe, you moved forward to the woman.

“Hello? Are you alright?” You kept your voice at a low volume so as not to startle her. However, your abrupt words shocked her and she turned to you. Tear tracks ran down her reddened cheeks. You were thrown slightly off guard at her appearance. You had heard of the elvish characteristic of perfect beauty, but you had not been witness to it until that very moment.

Her crystal blue eyes reflected the greenery around her. You could see some blood on her forearm that seeped from the gaps in her hand that cradled the wound.

“I got lost…” Her voice trailed off for a minute. “And I tripped.” She looked down at her wound and removed her hand. On the top part of her forearm was a sizable cut. The surrounding area had gotten dirty and you knew it had to be cleaned soon. Being a healer, your instincts kicked in.

You knelt down, but kept your distance to not invade her space, “I can take care of that cut. It needs to be cleaned.”

She seemed to look at you in a clearer light after wiping away her tears. Her good arm rose to point at your ears, silently acknowledging that they were not shaped in the familiar point of an elf. You reached up and covered them subconsciously with a feeling of inadequacy.

“Look, I'm a healer in my village. All of my supplies are at home. Would you… would you come with me?” You knew it was a shot-in-the-dark question, but your more nurturing trait took over at seeing someone hurt. You wanted to help her by any means that you could. The shattered relationship between your respective kinds meant nothing to you, for old grudges were nothing but pointless. This was a being that needed help, which you were capable of giving.

“I don't want to be a burden…” Her voice was light and spacey. She seemed to have an air of lightness to her. An uncommon trait of pure brightness came from her, mixed with the calming feeling of a babbling brook. Her presence mimicked the gentle nature of the environment around her.

“You aren’t. I promise.” You slowly got up from your crouching position. Your hands were held up to show no ill will. She looked at you for a moment, judging the situation. You could tell otherworldly works were happening in her mind - a keen elf sense of analyzing your character.

She sniffled, “I’m Helaena.” Her grip tightened on the wound, no doubt experiencing more pain as her adrenaline wore off.

You offer a friendly smile and introduce yourself. You adjusted the skirt of your dress and nodded towards the direction of the meadow. The rustling of the dark trees had begun to make you wary and uncomfortable. Tales of these woods, and the elves that lurk within are not always kind. You briefly remembered moments around campfires, men trading stories of old. Most of them were lost on you to time, but the stories of the elf king stuck; his sadistic tendencies and inability to refrain from striking down any who so much as bothered him. You by no means wished to be on the receiving end of his wrath, lest you be caught.

“My home is only a short walk from here.” Your words seem to spur Helaena and she rose to her feet carefully. She kept a few paces away from you when following behind. Once you walked past the edge of the trees and into the tall grass of the meadow, she stopped. Helaena's gaze swept back and forth as if looking for a trap. She took a hesitant step forward and it was like going through a threshold and becoming comfortable with her surroundings.

Helaena matched your pace as the two of you trekked through the field. You wished to be discreet, for you did not want to know how people would react upon seeing an elf in their territory. You struggled to come up with any conversation starters as social skills were not among your talents. Especially when the woman beside you was an elf, likely leagues ahead in wisdom and experience through age. You felt inadequate next to her beauty.

Thankfully, your cottage was nestled away from the rest of the town, over a hill that shielded it from curious gazes. It was a single-level home, with enough room for a decent-sized bedroom, kitchen, and living space. The living space was taken over by your study materials. Books stacked with loose pieces of parchment with notes aplenty. Countless vials and tubes full of different substances were neatly organized across two wooden tables. Some of the tubes were over small lit fires, bubbling with substances you were experimenting with.

You gestured for her to sit on a sofa placed in front of the hearth. Her eyes darted to everything around her, especially on the countless plants that littered every inch of available space. Your home was a fusion of messy and organized. Everything had its place, but it was a collection of different items that gave an eclectic feeling.

You grabbed some supplies for the wound and set them down on the low table by the couch. There was uncertainty that lingered in your mind. In the few minutes you had known Helaena, you could tell she had an aversion towards people; though you could not tell if that was because of your humanness or not. Regardless of the answer, you would respect her wishes.

“Can I sit there?” You pointed to the spot beside her and waited for an answer. She nodded silently and you slowly sat down. When you found yourself on the plush cushion, you looked towards her wound. “May I?”

Helaena nodded again. She lifted her hand to reveal the wound. It was still bleeding but had slowed down by her putting pressure on it. You took a dish of water and a clean cloth. You rung it out and placed the damp material on the wound, gently wiping the blood away. While you diligently worked, you decided to see if you could break the ice more. Helaena appeared interested in the items around her.

“I’m working on a cure for the taint. That’s why this place is a bit of a mess, sorry for that.” You began, “I also keep insects, so I apologize if any happen to land upon you.” At the word insects, Helaena’s eyes lit up and she sat straighter.

“What kind?” She asked. You noticed that this was the most relaxed she has been since meeting her. The wound was clean and you assessed that it was not nearly big enough for any stitching. You applied your own poultice to the wound and began to wrap it in a light linen cloth.

“Whatever I tend to find, really. Butterflies, crickets, beetles, spiders, and dragonflies are the ones that I see the most.” You answered while securing the cloth. You backed up on the couch afterwards, giving her more space. She breathed more at that and you were glad your actions could ease her.

You got out of the seat and walked towards one of the desks. You grabbed a decent-sized wooden cage. It had two newborn dragonflies that you cultivated recently. You brought it back to where Helanea sat and handed it over to her. A small smile made its way onto her face as she peered in at the little creatures.

It was an impulse decision, but you made it anyway.

“You can keep them.” At your words, Helaena looked up at you. She had a hopeful look in her eyes. Her eyes darted between you and the creatures. You nodded in assurance, reinforcing your decision.

“Think of it as a gift of friendship.” You spoke. Your newfound companion seemed to light up further and you found great pleasure in making her happy. It had been so long since you had spent quality time with anyone.

“Friends?” Helaena questioned you. She sat the cage on her lap and gave you her full attention. You suddenly got nervous, thinking that perhaps you overstepped.

“We don’t have to be,” You stuttered out, “It can just be a sign of goodwill.” You wanted to clarify your meaning. You felt awkward having shoved that status upon Helaena and you were anticipating her swift leave of your company. It would not be a surprise, as most often people tended to sway away from you after speaking. You could hardly last a conversation with someone.

“I would like to be friends,” Helaena told you. Your heart swelled with happiness. She would be the first friend you had in a long while. You knew this would be the only time you would see her, for interactions between humans and elves were limited to the occasional diplomat from each kingdom going to high courts. The rest - common folk - were forbidden from entering one another’s territory. It was a rule drawn to prevent fighting between groups and entering another war that would no doubt kill more than the last, especially with the growing acres of taint spreading indiscriminately and destroying everything in its wake.

Helaena held the dragonfly cage in her hands and stood up from her seat. She swayed slightly, eyes darting back and forth.

“I have to go home. My family… they will be looking for me.” You nodded at her words and got out of your seat as well. It was disheartening, for her to leave so soon, but you did not wish to bother her anymore. You moved to the door and opened it.

“I’ll walk you back.” The two of you walked outside into the warm sunny weather. The sounds of crickets and the breeze through tall grass calmed you. The walk towards the forest was short, and you wanted it to be longer.

Helaena seemed to look back down at the cage every once in a while and smiled to herself. She cradled it like it was the most precious thing. Parts of her green dress had gotten dirty on the bottom, but the craft of the elves stunned you with their intricate work.

When you two got to the forest edge, she turned around to face you.

“Why did you help me?” Helaena’s question caught you off guard. There was no real answer. You had simply saw someone in distress and wished to help them. There was no reason other than the simple will to aid when you could.

“I just wanted to help. It's what I am good at.” You reassured. It was the whole truth. All your life, you had fumbled at many things; been unsure and made mistakes. However, healing was something you excelled at. It was disheartening that you were yet to find a cure for the taint that spread, but you knew deep down that there was a solution and you had to try.

“I hope your research goes well.” Helaena addressed. Your heart warmed at her kindness.

“Thank you. I hope you get better soon.”

Your meeting and subsequent bond forged was not a common one. Humans and elves having interactions were few, even fewer when they found commonality with one another. You had no doubt, that with more exposure to one another, the kinds could get along. There were great differences in culture, but the truth still came. Your races were living and breathing, inhabited the same world, and forged deep bonds and care for others. That alone was enough, at least to you.

It was there, standing on each side of the invisible territorial line of the kingdoms, that a human and an elf built a connection of friendship; careless to whether or not it lasted, for the future was uncertain.

Chapter 2: A Modest Proposition Preview

He rose from the throne and manoeuvred down the steps to stand a metre in front of you, each step echoed through the hall. His lone gaze fell ladden on your cheek, heavy and hot with inner ire. Your voice got stuck in your throat and you glanced towards Helaena to ask for any form of help. Aemond held his head high while his stare looked you up and down and released a low hum. In his inspection, you felt as if he could see every action you had ever made, every sin, and went about judging as he saw fit.

As a judge, jury, and executioner.

Would you all be interested in previews at the end of each chapter?

Thank you for all of the support!

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futurepastme · 6 months ago

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A collection of known prophecies related to Emrys and the Once and Future King

I actually had fun doing this. Quick reminder that english is not my first language. Enjoy.

“(...) scrying, when our sister Winfred went to take her turn. I can still feel all the energy that filled the room when she took her place in front of the crystal, but what I'll remember most, what I won't ever forget, are the words that came out of her mouth that day. A shattered core wilt covereth the w’rld in shade, stealing us of our light; Blood shalt flote the streets, shalt taint our rivers, and soak up our forests; Screams art to feedeth the night, burning the souls of our kin; Fire shalt beest breathed f’r a lasteth time; Full halls wilt wend exsufflicate; And ev’rything yond once wast, shalt beest nay m’re.

– From the notes of Alma, a high priestess apprentice.”

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“(...) a trance, with his eyes going white and his voice deeper than the earth itself. From the ruins and the ashes of a desperate past, a god of light shall grace the men with his blessing. Dark will be his path in his duty towards the light of day; True shall be his nature in his search for his kin; Hope will grace the world once the immortal one meets his fate.

– Urbgen, son of Morrigan; about Merle the hermit.”

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“ (...) and with the help of the god, the lightbringer shall mend what has been torn.

– Incomplete passage, unknown source.”

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“Guided by his destiny; the King that was and will be shall rise for the first time. Bringing forth the grace of Albion; Freeing the desperate from their plight; Joining his half in their fight against the darkness; The dawn of the new day shall come forth with the guidance of his own blood; Until his need is most again.

– Iudris, Druid leader of the northeast Bexbour Woods clan.”

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“(...) I also had a chance to speak with one of the leaders of the fae folk, a polite young maid named Niamh who was kind enough to share with me a little of the fae culture and traditions. Amongst her tellings were some apparently old prophecies that were never written down. And while I have every intention of respecting their traditions, any unwritten prophecy that is known only by word of mouth seems to me a reckless stance, as the memories of men -those who are human or not- tend to fade, and retellings of any old stories are never the same as the original. It is with that knowledge that I decided to write down, if only for my personal use, one of said prophecies that Niamh shared with me. Like every word-of-mouth retelling, her speech had the structure of an old fable, instead of the traditional form of prophecies that are known for being an almost rhymed riddle. She starts her tale with a man, a sorcerer, named the most powerful of his time and of every time that was and would be. Emrys, she called him. This Emrys would become the saviour of the magical folk, along with a different man whom she called The Once and Future King. They were to, together, unify the lands under one kingdom of Albion, and bring peace to all living things, born of magic or not, after a period of despair, ashes and blood. Emrys and the Once and Future King are said to be two parts of a whole, with some believing that the goddess herself chose a brave and kind soul, amongst all souls that were ever forged in the plenitude of existence, and splitted it in two. In one of those halves, the one that should become Emrys, she put so much of her own magic that it is said that that half of the soul became a god itself, ready to bring the goddesses magic back to the barren world. On the other half, she created a leader, just, strong, courageous and owner of a heart so big as to be compared with the one of a mother for her children. He would guide his people with this heart and defend them with his life. That half of the soul would be The Once and Future King. The two halves are said to never feel complete without the other, always seeking one another at every moment of their lives. And unless they truly let their souls become one, the golden age of Albion would never come forth, and their true destinies would never be completed in its fullest. (...)

– Excerpt from the lost journal of King Bruta, first King of Camelot”

#bbc merlin #merthur #arthur pendragon #merlin

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mildlyeldritchcats · 7 months ago

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(mostly) complete nabatean family tree

this is an improved version of a post i've made before

1 - rhea states that she 'called [herself] Seiros' (teaspoon translations says the same), which implies that it isn't her first (i.e. the first non-dragon-title (i.e. not the immaculate one) name that she went by), but it's also not stated whether rhea is another alias or not

2 - going by both this reddit comment and teaspoon translations, rhea's statement that she is sothis' 'last child' means that she was the youngest nabatean to be born directly from sothis, rather than just the last surviving one

3 - while flayn calls both indech (also in three hopes) and macuil her uncles, they aren't necessarily brothers of seteth or each other; if flayn's mother was a nabatean, they could either both be her maternal uncles or one of them a paternal uncle and the other maternal

4 - as far as i am aware, nothing in three houses, three hopes or heroes states whether indech, macuil & seteth were direct children of sothis or not; the term 'children of the goddess' (which seteth uses to refer to himself and flayn; teaspoon translations translates it as 'kin of the goddess') refers to nabateans as a whole rather than just sothis' direct children, and none of them (indech, macuil or seteth) ever refer to sothis as their mother or to rhea as their sister

5 - as far as i am aware, the species of flayn's mother isn't stated anywhere; all that's stated is that she was flayn's mother, seteth's wife, she met seteth in enbarr, that she liked fishing and the rhodos coast (which is where she was buried), and that she died in a battle (presumably during the war of heroes). i've seen quite a few people say or suggest that she was human, but there doesn't seem to be anything significantly supporting this. it may be implied that she was a nabatean in both the english and japanese versions of flayn and seteth's a support, but it's still not explicitly stated anywhere, and if she is a nabatean her relation to seteth would still be unknown

6 - while rhea does explicitly state that she created sitri and that sitri saw her as a maternal figure, the method by which she created sitri (and her other 11 sothis homunculi, which i probably should've added but oh well) is not specified beyond the fact that she put the crest stone of flames in a body that she created. it is likely that sitri (and, by extension, the other 11) was something of an artificial nabatean going by her green hair and eyes, lack of decay (explicitly stated for sitri, implied as a general nabatean thing by the heroes' relics still existing after 1000+ years and some of them twitching as if they're alive) , and consistently hidden ears (nabatean ears are pointed, as shown in sothis' appearance as well as rhea, seteth and flayn's concept art)

image sourcing:

generic/placeholder portrait from the cutting room floor

rhea, seteth, flayn, jeralt, female byleth and male byleth's three hopes portraits from the fire emblem wiki

indech and macuil's three houses portraits from the fire emblem wiki

sothis artwork from serenesforest

three houses dialogue ui and cutscene artwork ripped by dakress on the spriter's resource, sitri's portrait taken from the image of her with aelfric then edited by me because of the original image's filter

font used is plantin

the 'markers' used for each character (the circles before the lines) are from a three hopes playthrough (didn't pay much attention to who uploaded it, since it was kind of annoying to find a video that showed the between chapter map screens)

#things i've contributed to #fe3h #sothis #rhea fire emblem #saint macuil #saint indech #seteth fire emblem #flayn #jeralt reus eisner #sitri eisner #byleth

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the-fictive-haven · 4 months ago

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Updated source call because the last one's a mess lol (would appreciate rbs for visibility ty /nf)

We are officially expanding our search to anyone who identifies as being part of the Sonic the Hedgehog universe. This means fictives, introjects, IRLs, kins, etc are invited to interact! Still no roleplaying, that is not what this is about. Doubles welcome and encouraged. Folks who didn't get along in source also welcome.

Our fictives below the break!

From Sonic Boom: Boom Sonic, Boom Tails, Boom Amy, Sticks

From Sonic Forces: Infinite

From Sonic Frontiers: Sage (early game), Sage (post game)

From Sonic Prime: Prime Shadow, Prime Tails, Nine (canon), Nine (canon divergent), Rusty Rose

Multi-source: Tails (Forces/Frontiers), Sonic (Forces/Frontiers/Prime), Shadow (Sonic Adventure 2/Forces), Eggman (Boom/Frontiers)

Source unknown/chooses not to disclose: Silver, Orbot and Cubot, Amy, Tails, Maria, and (sigh /lh) Fleetway super Sonic.

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dominadespina · 9 months ago

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LAZAREVIC SISTERS II

Princess Dragana Lazarevic

Early Life

She was born as the second out of five daughters of Lazar of Serbia with his wife; Milica. Her date of birth might be around the late-1350s or early-1360s.

She is the namesaker of her paternal aunt; Dragana Hrebeljanović, the wife of a man named Musa. She was likely born and raised in Prilepac with her eldest sister; Mara, before moving to Krusevac.

Not much is recorded or known about her early or later life, but most people believe her to be the second wife of Emperor Ivan Shishman.

Marriage to…….. Shishman

A lot of Serbian sources are divided about the identidy of her husband, but he certainly was an imperial representative of the Shishman family, and they married around 1386.

Though Nikola Giljen, mentions her as the wife of Emperor Ivan Shishman, this seems highly unlikely, as Ivan was executated in June 3rd of 1395, and later that year in September, Dragana’s mother; Milica (Now Nun Eugenia) met with the fraternal council of the St. Paptelejmona monastery to discuss financial support that should be given to her daughters in case of poverty in widowhood.

Nowhere does it mention the recent widowhood of one of her daughters, it can then be concluded that she is not the second wife of Ivan Sishman, but instead the wife of his eldest son; Aleksander Shishman.

The confusion of her husband’s identidy might be due to the fact that Ivan Shishman proclaimed his eldest son; Aleksander as co-ruler and so by their marriage right both Dragana and Ivan Shishman’s second wife were referred to as “Empress Consorts.”

Nonetheless, nothing is known about the relationship she shared with her husband. Like most royal marriages at the time, it had more to do with the union of two houses into a paternership than a privy love affair.

As Turks

In 1393, Sultan Bayezid Han conquered Trpovo on July 17. Ivan and his family were captured, it does seems like Dragana was one of the family members who were captured.

In 1395, Ivan Shishman was executed by order of Sultan Bayezid. In the meantime Aleksander converted to Islam (It is unknown if Dragana converted with him) and became Iskender. Bayezid showed mercy to his kin and put him in a position of power, Iskender became the governer of an area near the Black Sea and was now referred to as "Iskender Bey".

Later Life

Nothing is known about the later life of Dragana, after 1395 Serbian sources lost track of her.

Wether or not she outlived her husband is unknown, but if she did this might confirm that she did in fact convert to Islam along side her husband and became Turk, which is why she never returned home; to Serbia.

Issue

There are no known decsendants of either Iskender Bey or Dragana.

( Sources: “КЋЕРИ КНЕЗА ЛАЗАРА ИСТОРИЈСКА СТУДИЈА ПОГОВОР” by Jelka Redep, Dve srpske sultanije : Olivera Lazarevic (1373-1444) : Mara Brankovic (1418-1487) by Nikola Giljen )

#Dragana Hrebeljanović #Tsar Ivan Sishman #Aleksander Shishman #Alexander Shishman #Dragana Lazarevic #DraganaLazarevic #history #lazarevic dynasty #15th century #medieval #lazarevicsisters #draganalazarevic

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lets-try-some-writing · 1 year ago

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Hey there, I just wanted to say that you got me hooked on your "The Grim Dark Archives" content. Like, it's a whole twist on the normal "I´m the truly nice and benevolent protector of the innocent" and all that stuff without being a full SG au, and I love it.

The idea that, despite all, the bots are aliens...and that they have their own personal agenda and way to do things, which is completely different from the human way in all senses, is both terrifying and awesome. Now, I´m dying to know more of the au, and most importantly...how the tfp trio fits in this dark version of the tfp world.

In canon, the bots truly love them...but in this au? 1) Either they don't, but pretend they do, or the most horrifying option...2) They do, truly do, they love them to the point of madness...but in their own way, which will put everyone around the kids (cause I see them trying to hide this behavior from the kids as to make things less stressing for their charges and easier for them) on edge.

Anyway, I love your content in general, my dude. I can't wait to the next post, wish you the best!

Oh I have PLANS for the TFP kids in TGDA. Both of the options you listed are partially correct. I don't want to give TOO much away, but to put it simply, in that AU, Cybertronians do not love, period. At least, not like us.

To them, bloodline, faction, function, and usefulness define everything. Everyone has a goal and ambition, and unfortunately for the children, they fall into the useful category. Not being born Cybertronian and consequently into any group means they are not kin. Their allegiance is not yet cemented so they are not yet part of the faction. And their function is so unknown to the bots as to be unworthy of trying to decipher. That leaves them only with their usefulness to keep them alive.

I will say this:

Optimus wants Rafael alive for a reason, and he has tasked Bumblebee with his care.

Jack keeps Arcee's attention off the team, and so until he expires naturally, he is to be kept alive at all costs.

Miko is a distraction for the Wreckers, ensuring they do not begin falling out of line.

June is allowed to remain because Ratchet wants to know everything about the fleshies on Earth.

Fowler is tolerated because he is a source of data. Other agents are not actively hunted, but they are not well regarded either.

I am so pleased The Grim Dark Archives has caught your attention! I write for it sporadically, but I am so very happy it is beginning to garner attention :D

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #team prime #tfp kids #the grim dark archives

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monk-has-a-phone · 1 month ago

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HELLO SLUGCAT... I VULTURE WHO HAS PREVIOUSLY COMMUNICATE... THIS SLUGCAT DIFFERENT FROM LAST I COMMUNICATE TO...? I VULTURE COMMUNICATE SLUGCAT... ELDER? ...COLOUR SIMILAR, LESS YELLOW... REGARDLESS... IF SLUGCAT YELLOW COMFORTABLE COMMUNICATE WITH PREDATOR... SHARE FOLK STORES, LEGENDS...? HUNGER FOR KNOWLEDGE, OF STORY FROM OTHER STORYTELLERS... ONE THING EXCHANGED FOR ANOTHER... I TELL VULTURE STORY OF PASSAGES, SLUGCAT VULTURE SHARE PASSAGE CONCEPT... FIRST PASSAGE... THE SURVIVOR, LIVER OF TRIAL... (YELLOW SLUGCAT KIN OF ONE NAMED LIKE SURVIVOR, IF I NOT MISTAKEN?) LONG TIME AGO, SURVIVOR-VULTURE WAS WEAK... INEXPERIENCED, RUNT... BUT FAMILY LOVED SURVIVOR-VULTURE... THEN SURVIVOR-VULTURE DEMASKED IN HUNT... VULTURE FAMILY GREW IRRATIONAL... INNER STEEL BITS TAKE CONTROL, VULTURE BECOME VIOLENT TO MASKLESS... EVEN IF FAMILY... HAPPENS TODAY STILL... SURVIVOR-VULTURE CHASED TO NEW LANDS BARREN OF VULTURE... NOT GOOD PREDATOR BEGIN WITH... BUT SOMEHOW SURVIVED, SURVIVED CRUSHING RAINS, DEADLY PREDATORS, DEADLIER PREY... LITTLE FOOD... SURVIVOR-VULTURE FAILED AND FAILED, LEARN, WATCHED AND WATCHED... SURVIVOR-VULTURE USE WITS AND CUNNING TO BEST DANGEROUS SKY PREDATOR, TORE HORNED FACE FROM ITS BODY... USED IT AS NEW MASK, RETURNED HOME... BECAME FIRST KING VULTURE... SURVIVOR-VULTURE HUNT GOOD, WITS AND CUNNING TAUGHT SURVIVOR-VULTURE TO USE MASK HORN LIKE SCAVENGER SPEAR... CATCH PREY EASY, HUNT MORE, GROW LARGER... BUT TIME ALONE MADE SURVIVOR-VULTURE FEAR VULTURE... FAMILY NO LONGER HELD IRRATIONAL INNER STEAL VIOLENCE... BUT SURVIVOR-VULTURE KEPT DISTANCE REGARDLESS... SURVIVOR PASSAGE TEACH VULTURE TO PRACTICE WITS AND CUNNING, TO CUT OFF ESCAPE ROUTE, NOT BLINDLY CHASE... TO BE CAUTIOUS IS THE WAY OF ALL LIVING, YES, BUT FAILURE TEACH ALL LIVING BETTER THAN SUCCESS... FAILURE HURT SHORT TIME, YET LESSONS STAY LONG TIME... I VULTURE HOPE LIMITED LANGUAGE TOLD OF STORY CLEAR FOR SLUGCAT... NOT WORRY ABOUT SHARING STORY IF NO DESIRE OR ABILITY... I VULTURE LEARNING MUCH FROM FOLLOW SLUGCAT DOCUMENTATION... I VULTURE NEVER USE DOCUMENTATION IN HUNT FOR FOOD, ONLY USE IN HUNT FOR KNOWLEDGE... BELIEVE SLUGCAT WORD IS 'SCHOLAR'? KEEP SAFE YELLOW SLUGCAT... DANGER AND UNKNOWN DRAW NEAR... BE NOT AFRAID TO FAIL, BUT BE WARY OF DESTRUCTION... (OOC: i hope my occasional impromptu headcanon-fuelled vulture lore-drivel isn't too much of a pain to get through! i'll try to keep scholar vulture's rambling to a minimum in future asks if it's not unwelcome.)

Thank you so much for communicating, my name is Monk, you were speaking to Gourmand earlier.

Your story is wonderful, truly telling of the passage. I'll talk about The Friend, a passage I know well.

Lizards were always a threat to slugcats. They would impede paths and steal food. They would kill anything weak enough to be crushed in their jaws. But there was one slugcat, long ago, who was in charge of observing lizards behavior, to try to predict their locations and find their weaknesses. But as the slugcat observed the lizards, they recognized the behaviors as being similar to the slugcats' own colony. They had family and friends, they communicated.

So one cycle, when the slugcat ran into a lonely pink lizard. They tooke petty and gave it some food they had caught. The lizard looked at the slugcat without aggression for the first time. The lizard, still a little bit aggressive, didn't pursue the slugcat as a meal, but rather as a source of food.

The slugcat kept feeding the lizard as it followed them around, it was almost reminiscent of a curious slugpup. And when the cycle came to a close, and the slugcat entered a shelter, the lizard didn't stop following. That hibernation cycle, the slugcat and lizard had a truce. But as more cycles went along, and the lizard and slugcat deafened each other. And the slugcat dared to call the two of them friends. The slugcat dended the lizard from slugcats, and the lizard defended the slugcat from lizards.

The appreciation between the two was mutual, any respect given was shared back. The slugcat started to spread the word, being named "The Friend". Slugpups are tonight this lesson now as they get older, to remember that everything here is just as much struggling as they are, and we can find strength in helping others!

#ooc//: love this stuff vulture anon- keep it up!#ask blog #rain world #asks #rw monk #rw vulture

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villainkinconfessions · 3 months ago

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I MISS MY HOME...

I HATE THIS OPEN WORLD.

LET ME GO BACK TO MY CELL.

PLEASE, PLEASE.

I JUST WANT TO GO BACK TO MY REALITY...

I DONT CARE IF EVERYONE HATED ME

I DONT WANT TO STAY IN THIS AWFUL WORLD

PEOPLE KEEP DRAWING ME AND WRITING ME SO DIFFERENT THAN WHAT I AM

I AM NOT SOFT, I AM NOT CUTE

I DONT BELONG IN THIS WORLD

MY CODE DOESN'T FIT IN HERE!! THIS IS NOT A CODED WORLD!!

-Jevil🃏

#Jevi kin #?#source unknown #villainkin #villainkinconfessions #mod yokai

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karniss-bg3 · 1 year ago

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Where do you think Kar’niss got his sword? It’s a very nice sword. Not just some off the rack gear. And named as well—-

*drags palms over face* This effin’ SWOOOORD! It has haunted my nightmares since Kar’niss’ corpse first dumped it into my Tav’s lap. I’ve dug and dug and dug and I’m left with more questions than answers. Knowing my luck there is some obscure text or throwaway dialogue somewhere I’ve missed that might lend me a better clue. Damn you Baldur’s Gate 3, you’re too bloody big.

So, I began to write out this big blob of text going into the history of drow weaponry, hues of metals, in-game model comparisons, the stats on the damn thing, and so forth. I was out here looking like this guy for two hours.

Truth is, it’s really difficult to pinpoint the source of Kar’niss’ weapon. Not because there aren’t clues, but because Larian reuses longsword models so much that looking at the weapon alone isn’t solid enough. I almost came to the conclusion that it was an original drowcraft sword pre-1370’s DR until I discovered another sword model that was identical and not tied to drow at all. That and if it was truly a drowcraft weapon forged via faerzress methods then Larian would’ve changed the rules on how they worked. Which makes sense. It’s a fun bit of lore, but it would be a pain in the ass for a game mechanic. Who wants their badass weapons destroyed or losing all magical abilities when you leave the Underdark?

“ME ME ME,” said no one.

The only thing I can say for certain is that it is a drow forged weapon because it carries a buff that only activates if a drow elf is wielding it. It also seems to be perfect for a drider since it also has ensnaring strands, an attack that does 1d10 slashing damage and possibly enwebs the target. This works in conjunction with the added 1d4 poison damage to restrained targets. The swords description may hold the best clue of its origin:

“The trauma of becoming a drider is quickly set aside with a cold arachnid dispassion. This sword follows that disturbing trend - a replenishing poison gland is built within, deployed only against trapped opponents.”

This description and the name, Cruel Sting, lead me to believe the weapon...was a gift.

Imagine Kar’niss fresh from his transformation. He’s dazed, in pain, lost and alone. He’s been exiled from the only home he’s ever known and has lost favor with the Goddess he’s worshiped from birth. His future is uncertain and how long he has left to live is even less so. His mind is shattered, the incoherent thoughts his only remaining company. He hears frantic footsteps approaching from behind him and his already broken heart shrivels more. His kin have come to finish the job, to put him down, so enraged by the offense he caused Lolth. Weak and struggling to keep himself upright he turns to make a last stand, to show strength in his final moments, to die with some level of honor.

His resolve melts into confusion when he sees who is sprinting toward him. The individual would be unknown to us, but well known to him. A childhood friend? A lover? A confidant? Or perhaps someone he fought alongside faithfully for many years. Regardless of whom has arrived a strong bond is present between them. They approach and peer at what Kar’niss has become. Their face twists, a brief flash of sorrow betraying their features. Yet they cannot let it remain, nor are they able to stay with him for too long. Instead, they unsheathe a sword they brought with them, hurriedly holding it up to Kar’niss. Naturally he flinches at first, expecting the blade to pierce his flesh. The strike never comes, rather the new comer pushes it toward him with urgency, expecting him to take it.

Hesitantly Kar’niss complies, taking the hilt in hand and admiring the beautiful drow craftsmanship. He frowns, his eyes lingering on the one who brought it to him, too stunned to speak.

“It will protect you, Kar’niss,” they said in a hushed tone. “...Goodbye, and good luck.”

Kar’niss could do no more than stand there as their former companion darted off quick as a shot, not willing to run further risk of being seen with the newly transformed abomination. He clutched the sword close to him, the last connection he had to the life he lived before. It would forever act as a reminder of everything he has lost, the cruelest sting of them all.

#baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #drider #bg3 #karniss #baldurs gate 3 #answered #my writing #drow #lore #cruel sting #kar'niss lore #I am not sure how accurate that theory would be #but I think it suits the theme of Kar'niss' life #pure unfiltered tragedy #thanks for the ask!

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aladaylessecondblog · 3 months ago

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Red Mountain Waffle House pt. 16

DAGOTH FAMILY SCHISM! BRUTAL PUNISHMENT FOR UNKNOWN INSULT!

Sources close to the Dagoth Family state that Dagoth Gilvoth has fallen out of favor with the rest of his kin. When asked why, one source said, 'He thought he spoke for Lord Dagoth, and he pays the consequences. Not permanently - this House does not dispose of useful members - but retribution comes regardless.'

One has to wonder what grave sin could prompt such a thing considering the general state of the Sixth House, but more than that the source refused to say.

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Helseth was a man prone to paranoia. Anyone who had the foolishness to count him a friend knew to walk slowly when beside him, for he always had an ear out to hear little sounds of expected assassins or eavesdroppers. Or to listen out for things that might be useful to himself...

...every unknown factor was potentially useful or potentially deadly for him. He had made his rise this way, and so, he imagined, he might avoid his fall.

So it was rather galling, he thought, when he saw his mother's retinue approaching with a stranger in tow. He looked over her with no small amount of consternation, glared even, but she didn't seem fazed by it. Perhaps a bit tired. The woman lowered her gaze and gave a slight bow, and that was all.

Helseth greeted his mother, "Your journey was delayed, I was beginning to worry."

"A rough blight storm struck while we were sailing back, and we had to take shelter for a time. This young woman--"

"You aren't taking in urchins again, are you, mother?" Helseth grumbled, "You know that can be dangerous."

"I am not an urchin!" the new woman protested, and then realizing her rudeness, added, "Your grace."

"Really...what are you then?"

"Only another Hlaalu--" Her voice choked slightly there, "--taking a job offered to me by the Queen Mother, your grace."

"I see. Well, expect your background investigated, as with any job. This is the palace, not some backwater--"

Barenziah gave the woman a look. The latter nodded, and kept her gaze downward.

Then his mother looked back at him.

"I can spare you the time and the trouble. This is Sadara, the missing woman whom the papers have made such a fuss over."

"The Dagoth bride?" Then Helseth looked harshly back. "Why are you here?"

"Avoiding those who do not wish to see me, your grace," Sadara went on. "The family made it clear I am unsuitable and all I want is to be left in peace, until the annulment goes through."

"...I see. You may go - but my people will be keeping an eye on you."

His gaze lingered on her as she walked along with Barenziah down the hall. The Dagoth bride, clearly so dear to the House itself, seemed to be under the impression she was unwanted. The schism within the House...and Nerevar, being now alive, clearly looking for her...she was dear to at least some of them. To keep her there in Mournhold could be handy, to ensure House Dagoth cooperated.

If Lord Vivec could not find a way to keep the Dagoths on a leash, then it was up to him.

Helseth decided he would welcome the woman.

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VIVEC CAUGHT CHEATING! ALMALEXIA HUMILIATED - SEE SECRET PHOTOS INSIDE!

[The picture is taken from a distance, from the back. Vivec is leaning into a kiss with someone inside the building, grasping a boxy necklace of theirs to pull them into it. Nothing of the person's face can be seen except a Dwemer-fashion beard.]

Almalexia was many things, looking at that picture. Furious foremost among them - but humiliated? No. No, she was never that, that was for lesser women. Women like HER did not slow their schemes long enough to be petty things like humiliated.

No. She would not be cast down like this, she would find a way to take vengeance. What did it matter if Vivec had thrown her over for that atrocious first love of his? What did it matter that Neht had done the same?

She was so consumed with the headline she didn't hear the footsteps that approached the newsstand she was standing near. She did hear the voice that followed.

"I'm here for the Queen Mother's order."

Almalexia whipped around--

Sadara? What was THAT woman doing HERE? She'd thought the woman wouldn't be leaving Red Mountain - the headlines said she was missing, but those hadn't been paid much attention.

"The Queen Mother can't resist Black Marsh cigars, can she?" the clerk laughed, and once Sadara produced her identification and the paper detailing Barenziah's order, in turn produced a fancy looking box with a Black Marsh seal on the top. "She's paid ahead of time, so no need for extra now."

"Thank you, serjo," Sadara said. She bought a pack of gum, turned--and paled when she saw Almalexia. "L-Lady Almalexia."

"And WHAT--" Almalexia's tone went and stayed sharp, "--are you doing HERE, exactly? Do the Dagoths give you nothing, and force you to make a living on your own?"

"Why should they be giving me anything?" Sadara asked. The woman was shaking. "I don't want any trouble, my lady, I'm simply trying to stay out of everyone's way. The Dagoths don't want me there because they've got Nerevar, so I've got to make a living somehow."

"Don't want you there? But they're l--"

Almalexia paused suddenly, and then let a falsely genial smile spread across her face. On a septim she turned.

"The Dagoths are a rather brutish house, aren't they? They dangle the promise of love in front of you and snatch it away the moment you think you have found your place. Come, I bear you no ill will--we can start afresh, you and I."

Oh, this will be EASY, Almalexia thought to herself.

#morrowind enquirer headlines lol #fanfiction #morrowind #nerevarine #helseth #almalexia #tes #tesblr #elder scrolls #mournhold #dagoth ur #vivec

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