#sword beasts arc

[piromina]

umm choco angst?

[cantdanceflynn]

Every time I watch Pokemon movie reviews I just know which of my favorite movies are getting the recognition they deserve and which are getting SLAMMED lol

[bleachbleachbleach]

What is this show about?!?!?!?!

[waywardsalt]

egg knight my fucking beloved

[hauntingblue]

There is almost no recap in wano so far.... well 4 minutes.... it's like a 2 min reduction

[bixels]

3 houses.

Thinking about Fire Emblem: Awakening again. Any Awakening fans in chat?

[sillygoofyqueer]

Silly fic idea for you:

SVSSS AU where Shen Yuan transmigrates as a half-human half-crow-demon Phantom thief character.

He doesn’t want to steal from Bing-ge, but his System makes him, and naturally Bing-ge ends up obsessed. Bing-ge keeps luring him into traps with shiny things he just can’t help but want!!! Stupid crow impulses. (That he kinda wants to see Binghe again is irrelevant, obviously).

This is SUPER silly. Anon, this is so funny, I feel like I simply have to write this now oh my god. The idea that Bing-ge is confused at first, and he then sees this super handsome half bird-half human-demon thing and is like "man I need to get me more shiny things, I want to keep this fucker". ALSO, (I've heard that) crows are quite intelligent and start leaving presents as a response to getting fed or being given shiny things, so it could also be something where Shen Yuan starts having the urge to give Bing-ge things back after receiving all these shiny things (better if he doesn't recognise most of the traps as traps, mistaking Bing-ge for being a generous demon who doesn't need all of the shiny stuff he takes) and starts giving him shit like rocks and plants and the cool parts of beasts he fights... It also can be silly no matter when in the timeline this happens - it could be during the QJ peak arc where Shen Yuan sneaks around because he wants to see the awesome protagonist up close! The first time he steals something from Bing-ge, it's something super dumb like a particularly shiny rock or a coin that the boy left lying around, and Bing-ge's quickly like "??? The fuck just happened?" so he sets up a trap with the axe he uses for chopping wood (kind of rusty but still useable and particularly shiny). After that, it's chaos of trying to keep Shen Yuan the demon hidden while also stopping him from stealing other shiny things (cultivator's swords and such). Liu Qingge finds Shen Yuan trying to steal one of the swords he was gifted after saving a village and is also like "??? Kill?" It can also be after the Endless Abyss, when Bing-ge is like a demon lord and just has shiny stuff lying around. He throws it out occasionally and one day, while doing this, he notices a certain person swooping in and grabbing one of the shiny things. More antics ensue but I don't want to crash my laptop lmao (Which one would you rather me do, anon? Before the Endless Abyss, or after? Or both??) {part one! Part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven!} [This gorgeous fanart from @slurmdog that's making me go insane here] [More awe inducing fanart from @moonlightobsessions that has made me pass out here]

[narfin-frood]

pivotal moment where wander "has to" integrate sylvia into the hivemind and it EATS at him and it's the catalyst for a great deal of his redemption arc

GOOD PROMPT!!!! VERY GOOD PROMPT!!! i'm sorry the captions and timing are a little fuckedup but i could not REST until i finished this. i do recommend pausing to read some of this, and if that ends up being tedious, i'll put the thumbnails with a transcript under the cut!!

TRANSCRIPT:

[interior, planet yonder. wander growls in distress, green lightning sparking around him]

MR. METEOR: peepers, we gotta get outta here! [he grabs peepers by the hand and takes off]

WANDER: N-N-N-NO! YOU WILL NOT UNDO ALL MY HARD WORK!!

[wander growls again. sylvia covers her head to protect from falling objects]

SYLVIA: WANDER! are you okay??

WANDER: I'M FINE!!!

SYLVIA: really?? cuz this place is lookin' like it might not hold up much longer!!

WANDER: NO!!!

[wander rubs his forehead with his fingers, grimacing with effort. the lightning dissipates. cut to mr. meteor and sir peepers, at a crossroads. mr. meteor is looking up and around the ceiling as peepers scampers around him, looking for the way out]

SIR PEEPERS: ohhhh where'd we park?? which way is out??? ohhh grop it all looks the same!!! we're trapped!!!

MR. METEOR: it stopped...

SIR PEEPERS: [glances upward] ...huh.

[cut back to sylvia and wander]

SYLVIA: that's some willpower you got there, buddy...

WANDER: sylvia?

SYLVIA: hm?

WANDER: i want you to go after them. and i want you... to hurt them.

SYLVIA: wh...what...?

WANDER: i believe i've made myself clear.

SYLVIA: [shakes her head] no. i'm not doing that. you don't want me to do that.

WANDER: AND WHO ARE YOU TO ARGUE??? FOR THE GOOD OF THE COLONY, SISTER, I ORDER YOU TO GET THEM!!!

[wander breathes heavily from the effort of screaming. sylvia looks disgusted.]

SYLVIA: [removing her cloak] alright.

WANDER: w-w-wait, what're you doing?

SYLVIA: i'm leaving. [she wads up her cloak into a ball] if this is the kinda operation you're running now, i don't wanna be part of it. have fun spreading kindness across the galaxy.

[wander stares at her, wide-eyed and baring his teeth in an intense frown, as she walks away]

WANDER: [reaching out to grab her with several arms] YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!!

[cut to mr. meteor and peepers, who are running down a tunnel]

MR. METEOR: are you sure we're going the right way??

SIR PEEPERS: i have NO IDEA sir

MR. METEOR: it opens up ahead! this might be the way out!

[camera zooms in and focuses on the end of the tunnel. something drops from the ceiling right in front of the exit, unfolding itself to take the form of sylvia. she has two mushroom arms sticking out of the sides of her head, connected to the ceiling, and her cloak is on again.]

MR. METEOR: UH-OH!

SIR PEEPERS: OH GROP

[closeup on sylvia's face. she snorts]

MR. METEOR: she doesn't look too happy, peepers!

SIR PEEPERS: why are you saying that like it's MY fault??

[sylvia mimics rolling up the sleeve she doesn't have and crouches, preparing to leap. peepers reaches for his sword.]

SYLVIA: GRRH!

[sylvia leaps into the air, screaming, aiming for peepers]

SYLVIA: YAAAAAAAAH!!!

SIR PEEPERS: ENGARDE, SHE-BEAST!

[shot changes to a flat shot from the side, and sylvia sails over peeper's head, crash-landing on the floor with a smack. she slides forward until she arrives at mr. meteor's feet.]

MR. METEOR: uhh...?

[sylvia shoots back to her feet, grabbing mr. meteor by the collar and winding back to punch him in the face}

MR. METEOR: WHOAWHOAWHOAWHOA WAIT!! NOOOOOO NOT THE FAAAAAAACE!

[sylvia's fist makes surprisingly gentle contact with hater's jaw. he looks at her in confusion, and sees her crying]

MR. METEOR: uhh. okay. um.

[he begins to scoot past her and away. sylvia crumples to the ground, shaking]

MR. METEOR: seems like you're goin' through a lot right now, and...if you're done, y'know, trying to kill us, or whatever that was...

[he trails off and makes eye contact with Sir Peepers. They dash off down the tunnel and disappear.]

[greeniegaes]

Back at it agains with another svsss au im pulling out of my (slightly) sleep deprived brain

Basically yada yada everything happens as normal UP UNTIL the immortal alliance arc. SQQ gets this searing headache and the system just keeps popping up with errors, so while they are all fighting the spider hoard the system just kinda snaps and breaks. SQQ suddenly feels like he’s hit by a truck, his body starting to act like his sickly Shen Yuan body and his cultivation is tying itself into dead knots and every bone in his body feels like it’s locking up. There’s no system to blame for things as he and LBH confront MBJ and he just has to do his hardest to survive with just his spiritual sword.

And then the worse thing happens, Xiu Ya shatters.

SQQ panics at this, continuing to try his best fighting people off and eventually MBJ leaves *hooray* except not really because all the system errors are getting louder and louder in his head, and everything is blue and blaring and he might be bleeding and he can’t understand what LBH is saying even though he is right there, shaking his body and crying.

And then the abyss opens. He suddenly has the choice. He can send LBH, his white little sheep, down there to continue on with the PIDW plot, or he can… not do that.

So he pushes LBH.

Away from him. Away from the abyssal rift, only for him to be the one that falls though. He had prepared various lesson plans, life advice, what skills people to work on and so much more once he got without-a-cure, just incase he slipped up one day and couldn’t protect himself. So SQQ was satisfied as he knew his peak would be taken care of if LBH opened a specific drawer, everyone could still be taught by the hall masters and also have some future help prepared for each of them.

So SQQ let’s himself fall into the abyss, watching his student’s horrified expression as he plummets. He hears the system disconnect from LBH as he falls, all of the glowing blue error messages and pop ups instantly go away and he’s left in the dark as he sinks further and further into the abyss.

Surprisingly, he wakes up. He landed in the same field of flowers that are the reason LBH didn’t die in the original, they are filled with celestial qi in a place meant to be horrible and deadly. The one good thing about this place. He lays there for awhile and lets the plants essence fix up his meridians.

Then he has to experience the same horrifying things the protagonist did in person, fighting off each beast and trying his damn hardest to survive. It takes him a while, fighting and walking his way through what’s practically hell on earth, slaying beasts ten times his size, making sure not to fall into the trappings of demonic plants. He cuts his long hair, he thinks he will never see his peak again, so what do filial ties matter when you’re barely surviving. Sometimes the worse thing is his own mind, he feels a heavy layer of guilt to himself for so willing going along with the system. He sometimes forgets it’s not his fault too, that he was threatened to return to a dead body if he didn’t do as he was supposed to. But he’s happy sometimes too, he goes back to that field of flowers, laying in them and basking in his memories of a happier LBH, a LQG that isn’t dead, a Qing Jing peak full of song and happy healthy students.

He ascends from the abyss that day. He doesn’t know how or why but he wakes up in the same field of flowers, the sky above him no longer a damning black with red cracks seeping light in. it’s blue, soft, it hurts his eyes almost to look at it. It hurts so much but he can’t look away. He picks himself up, looking at all the grime and blood on himself and weeps in relief that he can go home. He hides his face and asks people where he is, somewhere in HHP territories, and begins to make his way back to his sect. Once he gets to his peak he sits down softly at the gate, it’s night time and there haven’t been many people about. He basks in the feeling of being home, leaning his head against the tall bamboo pole as he falls asleep.

He’s glad tomorrow is a new day, when he can see his family and just go back to his life.

(in the years he’s been gone all of CQS has been in some kind of mourning. LBH found all the letters from his shizun and they made all the disciples of QJP weep. Some of them took the advice given and left, some of them stayed and took care of a lordless peak. None of the hall masters or disciples were qualified to step up, and when the issue was raised even the peak lords agreed he shouldn’t be replaced. It was LQG who found him at the gate, going to visit the sword shrine in the bamboo house after an expedition, going to leave another fan to rot at the shrine’s foot. instead he heaved up his shixiong, hair not even reaching his shoulders, hands callused and dirty, and brought him back to the bamboo house, waking LBH in the process. Once morning light came everyone would know that their lost peak lord came home, but first they had to get the doctor to make sure he actually got through the night)

[novaursa]

Legacy (winds of winter)

- Summary: Tywin was the man who saved you from Robert's wrath. He was also the man who doomed you.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Tywin Lannister

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: of the east and the west

- Next part: the long night

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @luniaxifics @alkadri-layal @butterflygxril

The waves crashed against the hull of the Lion’s Glory, a sleek and sturdy ship bearing the Lannister banners, as it cut through the choppy waters leaving Dragonstone behind. Tywin Lannister stood at the bow, his hands clasped behind his back, the wind tugging at his cloak. Beside him stood Jaime, clad in armor that was brilliant in the pale sunlight, his golden hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

The cries of gulls mixed with the rhythmic creak of the ship’s timbers, but it was the distant roar that turned every head on the deck.

“She’s following us,” Jaime said, his tone amused as he tilted his head upward.

High above, Viserion soared, her great wings slicing through the sky with effortless grace. Her armor gleamed—a testament to Tywin’s command for her protection—the polished plates covering her underbelly and flanks glinting in the sunlight. Behind her, smaller but no less agile, darted the juvenile dragon from Dragonmont, its black scales shimmering with streaks of blood red.

“Younger one does not like being left behind,” Jaime remarked, shielding his eyes as he watched the dragons circle overhead.

Tywin’s expression was impassive, though his gaze remained fixed on the magnificent beasts. “They are loyal to her,” he said simply, referring to you, though his tone carried no softness. “As they should be.”

Behind them, Damon, now nearly four years old, toddled toward the railing, pointing upward with a gleeful laugh. “Mama! Mama’s flying!”

The servants, struggling to keep pace with the energetic child, reached him just as he grasped the edge of the ship, bouncing on his toes. “Young master, please be careful!” one of them urged.

Jaime chuckled softly, stepping back to ruffle Damon’s silver-gold curls. “Careful, little warrior. Your mother would roast me alive if anything happened to you.”

Damon ignored the caution, his wide eyes glued to the skies. “The little one’s coming too! Look, Jaime!”

Jaime squinted upward, watching as the juvenile dragon darted closer to Viserion, the smaller beast letting out an excited screech as it attempted to keep pace. “It seems even dragons can’t bear to part with her,” Jaime muttered.

Tywin’s lip curled faintly, though whether in irritation or amusement, it was difficult to tell. “The young dragon was never meant to remain on Dragonstone. It follows instinct, nothing more.”

Jaime smirked, glancing sideways at his father. “Instinct or not, it’s impressive. You’ve managed to keep not one but two dragons from turning this fleet into kindling.”

Tywin didn’t respond immediately, his gaze flickering to the horizon where Dragonstone was becoming a distant silhouette. “Discipline keeps them in line,” he said finally, his tone as cold and sharp as ever. “Nothing more.”

Jaime let out a soft laugh, folding his arms across his chest. “Discipline, yes. But let’s not forget who truly holds their loyalty. It’s not the lion they follow, Father. It’s her.”

Tywin’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not deign to reply. Instead, he turned his attention back to the sky, where Viserion let out a thunderous roar, her armored form glinting like a second sun. You, perched atop her saddle, cut a striking figure against the vast expanse of blue, your hair streaming behind you as the dragon turned in a wide arc.

“She’s flying ahead,” Jaime observed as Viserion began to veer toward the west, the juvenile dragon flapping furiously to keep up. “Heading to Casterly Rock already, it seems.”

Tywin’s jaw tightened slightly. “Good. Let her secure their loyalty there.”

Jaime’s brows lifted. “You speak as if it’s ever in question. Have you seen how your men look at her? How the lords whisper her name? They call her the Dragon Queen of Casterly Rock.”

Tywin’s stern gaze flickered to Jaime. “Enough.”

Jaime raised his hands in mock surrender. “As you wish. But I’m just saying, she’s done what no one else could. Dragons flying under Lannister banners? That’s a tale even the poets couldn’t invent.”

Damon tugged at Tywin’s cloak, his small face alight with excitement. “Papa! Can we fly with Mama next time? I want to ride the little one!”

Tywin crouched slightly, placing a firm but gentle hand on his son’s shoulder. “Not today, Damon. But one day, perhaps.”

Damon’s pout was short-lived as another roar echoed from the sky, drawing his attention back to the dragons. The juvenile let out a playful screech, twirling midair as if to show off its agility. Damon clapped his hands, giggling. “It’s so fast!”

Tywin straightened, his expression unreadable as he watched the dragons fade into the distance. Beside him, Jaime shook his head, a faint smile playing at his lips.

“You know,” Jaime said, his tone light, “you may not say it, but I think you’re proud of her.”

Tywin’s gaze didn’t waver. “Pride is irrelevant. She fulfills her role.”

Jaime chuckled, tipping his head toward Damon, who was now chattering excitedly with the servants about dragons and castles. “And what about him? Does he fulfill his role?”

For the first time, Tywin’s expression softened, if only slightly. “He will. In time.”

Jaime nodded, watching his father closely. “And the little one?”

“Maelor will have his place,” Tywin said simply. “As will they all.”

The sound of the waves filled the silence that followed, the ship slicing through the sea as it carried them westward. Overhead, the cries of dragons faded, their shadowed forms disappearing beyond the horizon.

“You’re building quite the legacy, Father,” Jaime said quietly. “A lion with a dragon at its side.”

Tywin didn’t reply, but there was a glint in his eye, a flicker of something between satisfaction and determination. As the ship pressed on, carrying them closer to the shore, the weight of their ambitions hung heavy in the salt-laden air.

The courtyard of Casterly Rock was filled with activity when the shadow swept over the towering walls. For a moment, the sun was blotted out, and the low rumble of beating wings sent a shiver through the gathered servants, guards, and residents. Heads snapped upward in unison, eyes widening as the enormous form of Viserion descended from the sky. Behind her, a smaller dragon darted through the air, its movements agile as it screeched a warning to the onlookers below.

A roar erupted from Viserion as she stretched her massive wings wide, the gust of her landing scattering hay, loose parchment, and the cloaks of those too close. The black dragon landed moments later, its claws scraping against the stone, leaving deep gouges in the ground.

The panic was instantaneous.

“Dragons!” a servant screamed, dropping a basket of apples as she fled toward the keep.

“Stay back!” barked a Lannister guard, drawing his sword even as his hands trembled. The clinking of armor was drowned out by the chorus of gasps, shouts, and hurried footsteps as the courtyard dissolved into chaos.

You dismounted gracefully from Viserion’s saddle. Despite the uproar, your expression was calm, your movements deliberate. With a firm pat on Viserion’s armored flank, you whispered something in High Valyrian, and the she-dragon rumbled in response, her eyes flickering toward the crowd as if daring anyone to come closer.

“Hold your ground!” you commanded sharply, your voice cutting through the cacophony. The guards hesitated but obeyed, though their swords remained drawn.

The juvenile dragon, however, was less composed. It hissed at the nearest guards, its tail lashing out to knock over a cart of barrels. The loud crack of splintering wood sent another wave of panic through the onlookers. You turned quickly, your voice firm yet soothing.

“Easy, little one,” you murmured, stepping toward the smaller dragon. It tilted its head toward you, its red eyes narrowing before it let out a low growl, reluctantly retreating a few paces.

A faint, almost amused smile tugged at your lips as you turned back to the crowd. “There is no danger. They are with me.”

Your words were met with uneasy silence, save for the soft creak of armor as the guards shifted uncomfortably.

A bold steward, his face pale but determined, stepped forward. “My lady,” he began cautiously, his voice trembling. “What are they doing here?”

“We are returning to our home,” you replied simply, glancing over your shoulder as both dragons began to retreat. Viserion turned first, her massive frame lumbering toward the entrance of an abandoned mine beneath the Rock, a place Tywin had ordered cleared years ago. The black dragon followed hesitantly, casting one last fiery glare at the onlookers before scuttling after her.

“Under the Rock again?” the steward stammered, watching as the dragons disappeared into the shadows. “That... that cannot be safe!”

You turned to face him fully, your expression unyielding. “Viserion has made her lair there before. She will ensure her youngling is safe. You have nothing to fear so long as they are not provoked.”

The steward looked as though he wanted to argue but thought better of it, stepping back with a bow. The other servants and guards began to settle, though the unease in the air was felt.

With the immediate panic subsiding, you turned and began walking toward the keep, your steps purposeful. The guards who had drawn their swords sheathed them reluctantly, exchanging nervous glances as they watched your retreating form. Behind you, the distant sound of dragons settling into their lair echoed faintly, a reminder of the power now residing beneath Casterly Rock once more.

The banners of House Lannister fluttered in the warm breeze as Tywin’s procession wound its way through the gates of Casterly Rock. The golden lion on crimson flapped proudly, a stark reminder of the power and legacy that had returned to the seat of their ancestral home. The courtyard was a flurry of activity, with servants rushing to arrange the arrival and guards standing at attention as the wagons, horses, and carriages rolled in.

You stood at the top of the stairs, your silver hair catching the sunlight, a calm yet warm expression on your face as you waited. Viserion’s occasional distant roars from her lair below the Rock echoed faintly in the background, but the arrival of Tywin’s retinue dominated the moment.

When the grandest of the carriages stopped, the door swung open, and Damon leaped out with boundless energy. “Mama!” he shouted gleefully, his curls bouncing as he darted across the courtyard.

“Lord Damon!” a frantic servant called, hurrying after him while trying not to trip over her skirts. Behind her, another servant carefully cradled Maelor, who squirmed in curiosity at the commotion.

You descended the stairs quickly, your arms open just in time to catch Damon as he flung himself at you. “My little warrior,” you said warmly, lifting him with ease. “You’ve grown restless on the road, haven’t you?”

Damon laughed, his small hands clutching at your shoulders as he grinned up at you. “I missed you, Mama!”

“And I missed you,” you replied, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. His laughter melted your heart, the sound a welcome reprieve from the heavy discussions and plans that had dominated the past weeks.

From the carriage, Tywin Lannister emerged, his presence as commanding as ever. Dressed in his travel armor, his sharp green eyes surveyed the courtyard, noting the orderly chaos of the welcoming party. His gaze softened just slightly as he watched you embrace Damon.

“Welcome home, my lord,” you called, still holding Damon as you turned to greet Tywin.

Tywin strode forward, the faintest curve of a smile gracing his lips. “It seems I’m not the one you’ve been waiting for,” he remarked, nodding toward Damon, who was nestled contentedly in your arms.

“I’ve waited for all of you,” you replied, your tone affectionate but composed.

The servant carrying Maelor approached cautiously, the little boy reaching toward you with grabby hands. “Mama,” he babbled, his chubby face breaking into a wide smile.

You shifted Damon onto your hip and reached for Maelor, cradling him in your other arm. “And here’s my other little lion,” you said softly, kissing Maelor’s forehead. “Have you been a good boy for your father?”

Tywin’s gaze lingered on the scene for a moment, a rare flicker of warmth in his otherwise impassive demeanor. “He has,” Tywin said, his tone firm but not unkind. “Though Damon has certainly kept the servants on their toes.”

Damon beamed proudly. “I was brave, Papa!”

Tywin arched a brow, his expression almost amused. “Brave or mischievous?”

Damon giggled, burying his face against your shoulder. “Both,” he whispered conspiratorially, making you laugh.

Tywin stepped closer, placing a hand on Damon’s head briefly before turning his attention to you. “You’ve kept everything in order during my absence, I trust.”

“Of course,” you replied smoothly, shifting Maelor slightly as he reached for a strand of your hair. “Though it’s not the same without you here.”

Tywin nodded, his gaze steady but filled with a subtle pride. “Then let us not waste time. There is much to discuss.”

You inclined your head, your smile softening as you turned to lead the way back into the keep. Damon squirmed in your arms, eager to recount every detail of the journey, while Maelor babbled happily, seemingly just content to be close to you.

As you entered the cool halls of Casterly Rock, Tywin walked beside you, his imposing presence a constant but reassuring force. Behind you, the servants and guards followed, the air buzzing with the energy of a family reunited and a household settling back into its rhythm.

The council chamber of Casterly Rock was lit by the soft glow of lanterns, the stone walls adorned with tapestries bearing the lion of House Lannister. Tywin sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands steepled before him, his piercing green gaze sweeping over those gathered. Beside him, his brother Kevan, ever the loyal second, listened intently, while Jaime leaned back in his chair, his hand resting casually on the armrest. Around them, several bannermen and Maester Aldren awaited Tywin’s words.

The room was silent, save for the faint crackle of the hearth, as Tywin began. “The realm requires stability, and stability begins with order. It is time for certain... lapses to be corrected.”

His eyes shifted to Jaime, who straightened slightly, sensing what was coming.

“Jaime,” Tywin continued, his tone calm but authoritative, “you will return to King’s Landing and resume your duties as a knight of the Kingsguard. Your place is at King Tommen’s side.”

Jaime frowned, leaning forward. “I’ve served the crown long enough, Father. Let someone else babysit the boy.”

Tywin’s gaze hardened, his tone cutting. “You swore an oath, Jaime. One you have neglected for too long. The Kingsguard is not a convenience you abandon when it no longer suits you. I've offered you a choice to leave once, and you refused it. Tommen is your king, and your duty is to protect him.”

Jaime opened his mouth to protest further, but Tywin raised a hand, silencing him. “This is not a matter for debate. You will return to the capital.”

Jaime’s jaw tightened, his frustration evident. “And leave you here? With everything happening? Daenerys breathing down our necks, dragons circling the skies, with winter—”

“Do not presume to question me,” Tywin interrupted suddenly, his voice like steel. “I have managed the affairs of this realm long before you were born, and I will continue to do so. Your place is in King’s Landing, where you will ensure the boy remains safe and the crown secure.”

Kevan nodded slightly, offering quiet support. “The capital needs a strong hand, Jaime. You are the best man for the task.”

Jaime scoffed, glancing at his uncle. “And what about Cersei? She’s been quiet for too long. That usually means she’s scheming.”

Tywin’s lips curled into a faint, humorless smile. “Precisely why you must keep an eye on her. She is not to overstep her bounds again. The last thing we need is another of her... miscalculations.”

The mention of Cersei hung heavily in the air, and Jaime shifted uncomfortably. “She’s my sister, Father.”

“She is a Lannister,” Tywin said coldly, his gaze unwavering. “And she will act in the interests of this family, whether by her own will or by force. You will ensure her compliance.”

Jaime’s golden hand clenched slightly on the armrest. “And if she doesn’t comply?”

Tywin’s expression didn’t change, his tone as unyielding as ever. “Then remind her of the consequences of failure. Quietly, if possible. Firmly, if necessary.”

The other bannermen exchanging uneasy glances. Maester Aldren coughed lightly, breaking the silence. “If I may, my lord, the Queen Mother has been... difficult to predict of late. It would be wise to ensure her movements are monitored.”

Tywin nodded curtly. “See that it’s done.”

Jaime exhaled through his nose, leaning back in his chair with a resigned expression. “So that’s it, then? I’m being sent back to play nursemaid and spy?”

“You are being sent to do your duty,” Tywin corrected. “As you should have been doing all along.”

Jaime shook his head but said nothing further, knowing there was no point in arguing. Tywin’s word was final.

Satisfied, Tywin turned his attention to the rest of the council. “See to it that preparations for the Rock’s defenses are completed. Daenerys Targaryen’s forces are to be watched, and we cannot afford to be caught unprepared. Kevan, oversee the supply lines.”

Kevan inclined his head. “Of course, my lord.”

Tywin’s gaze swept over the room one last time, ensuring his orders were understood. “This council is dismissed.”

The bannermen rose, murmuring their acknowledgments as they filed out, leaving Tywin, Jaime, and Kevan alone. Jaime lingered for a moment, watching his father with a mix of frustration and resignation.

“You never change, do you?” Jaime said quietly, almost to himself.

Tywin looked at him, his expression unreadable. “And that is why this family endures.”

With that, Tywin rose, signaling the end of the conversation. Jaime remained seated for a moment longer before standing and following Kevan out, the weight of his father’s expectations pressing heavily on his shoulders.

The chamber was bathed in the soft glow of the hearth, the crackling flames the only source of warmth against the bitter chill that seeped into every corner of Casterly Rock. The heavy fur blankets barely warded off the creeping cold of winter's breath, which had now reached even the great western fortress. Tywin Lannister lay beside you, his stern features softened in the flickering light. The room was quiet, save for the distant howl of the wind outside, its mournful song carrying through the stone walls.

You lay with your head resting on his chest, his arm loosely draped around you. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a grounding presence in the eerie stillness of the night. Winter had come, and its grip was tightening with every passing day.

“It feels as if the sun is afraid to rise,” you murmured, your voice low but carrying the weight of your thoughts. “The day barely exists now. Soon, it will vanish altogether.”

Tywin’s hand trailed idly along your back, his touch as firm and deliberate as always. “The sun will return, as it always does,” he replied, his voice calm but resolute. “Winter is a season, nothing more. It is the weak who fall victim to its cold.”

You tilted your head to look up at him, your silver hair spilling across his chest like moonlight. “And yet, even here, winter reaches us. This cold... it’s unlike any I’ve felt before.”

Tywin’s gaze met yours, his green eyes unwavering. “The cold is a reminder of what’s to come. We must remain strong, vigilant. Weakness is not an option.”

You smiled faintly, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “You speak as though the cold can be fought with swords and strategies. But what if it’s more than that? What if it’s the beginning of something we cannot control?”

He studied you for a long moment, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. “If it is, then we adapt. We do what is necessary to survive. That is what we have always done.”

A silence settled between you, broken only by the occasional pop of the fire. You closed your eyes briefly, letting yourself savor the rare intimacy of the moment. Tywin was not a man prone to displays of affection, but here, in the privacy of your shared chamber, he allowed himself these moments with you.

“Daenerys has halted all negotiations,” you said after a time, your voice quieter now. “The seas around Dragonstone are freezing. She knows her armies cannot march in this weather.”

Tywin’s expression didn’t change, though his fingers tightened slightly against your skin. “She hesitates because she knows the odds are against her. The Targaryen name alone won’t save her from the realities of war.”

You hesitated before speaking again, your tone careful. “And yet, the winds of winter favor no one. Even her dragons are at a disadvantage in this cold.”

Tywin let out a low, contemplative hum. “The dragons will adapt, as they always have. The question is whether their riders will. Daenerys was a fool to bring her foreign armies here, thinking the realm would bow to her name. She underestimated the North and overestimated her position.”

You traced a finger along the scar on his chest, your touch absent as your mind turned over his words. “She is my sister,” you said softly, almost to yourself. “And yet, she feels like a stranger.”

“She is a threat,” Tywin countered, his voice firm. “Do not let sentiment cloud your judgment. Her arrival disrupted everything we’ve worked to secure.”

You met his gaze again, your eyes searching his. “And if she were to turn her dragons against us?”

Tywin’s lips curved into the faintest hint of a smirk. “Then she will learn the hard way that dragons alone do not win wars.”

You sighed, resting your head back against his chest. The fire crackled, and the wind howled louder outside, as if in agreement with his words. The weight of the world pressed heavily on your shoulders, but here, in this moment, you allowed yourself to rest.

“We should sleep,” you murmured, though sleep felt distant, like the sun.

Tywin’s hand moved to your waist, his touch grounding and deliberate. “Rest if you can. Tomorrow will demand much of us.”

You nodded faintly, closing your eyes as the firelight danced across the room. The cold was relentless, but for now, in the warmth of his arms, you felt shielded—if only for a fleeting moment.

[cosmoknightchaos]

I can't believe two of my favourite character spots are being taken up by characters so deep in headcanons that they're pretty much OCs

As a reminder you are under no obligation to do this if you don't want to! With that being said;

@makerofmadness @sunnemona @welcome-home-official

And anyone else who wants to join in!!

Thank you for the tag, @ex35life ! :D This seems fun!

Make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite

@superkooku @into-the-very-fires-of-mordor @roachcicle @ditoob

@bumblebeehug

[mothymoon]

I think it's kinda interesting how, while the Beasts are opposites of the Ancients, some feel like reflections to Ancients they're not directly related to.

Starting with the pair that feels most obvious, Silent Salt and Dark Cacao. Their designs especially seem similar with the armor, sword, and color palette. Silence also feels like it can be related to Dark Cacao's isolation during his previous arc.

This feels the same as with Pure Vanilla and Mystic Flour. Again with their color palettes, but also with their religious theming, both being obligated to help all those that seek their guidance.

Again, mostly similar vibe with these two. You could even argue that Destruction can be considered an extention of Passion in a way. These next pairs get a bit weaker with their comparisons, which is why I started with the strongest ones first.

My comparisons for Golden Cheese and Eternal Sugar come down to both of them having wings and some speculation I have. "Eternal" I feel could imply abundance, which may be a motivation for Eternal Sugar's slothfulness. It's possible they simply have all they desire, thus no longer having the will to do anything.

Lastly, for White Lily Cookie and Shadow Milk, the biggest point of comparison I have is that Shadow Milk Cookie's theatrical presentation could also be considered an extention of freedom (especially since it's implied that he used to be an academic). This is the one I really stretch the most with, I'd say.

Why do I bring any of this up? What I think about these possible links is that the Beasts reflect what each of the Ancients could become, if taken to their logical extreme. Also, with those that share their Soul Jams being their opposites (Pure Vanilla being truth and Shadow Milk being deceit, etc.), it can imply that each of the Ancients are each other's opposites as well. Opposites that mesh well enough despite it, anyway.

I'm bad at analysis, so do what you will with this. I don't know if this is anything. Implications and whatnot.

[comikbook]

Hi! I absolutely LOVE the most recent painting you're working on! The composition is incredible and the colors are everything to me 🫶🫶 I absolutely love the way you draw faces like the piercings help map it out without showing too much and just !!! It's so good 🔥🔥🔥🔥 I was wondering if you would be willing to explain some of the symbolism behind it? Like the bleeding mouth, the house, or the dog? If it's a personal thing and you don't want to share, no worries!!

absolutely !!! this one is a little bit different story wise than some of my others but ill do my best to explain

this is the piece for those who dont know !

so lets start, why the armor and the sword ? well !

i wanted to do a piece referencing joan of arc. as someone who also has had the experience of hearing god talk to them/feeling like a messenger of god due to schizophrenia i have always felt a kinship with her. so i wanted to do a piece inspired by this iconic painting. that also goes into the composition.

however, that nod is the extent of that reference.

what about the house ? well, that is my childhood home.

here it is :,) the one with the bird over the door is the house i consider my childhood home. i no longer live here of course, the neighborhood got a lot more dangerous, abandoned, and not taken care of, i live in a city with a lot of violence, particularly gun violence and gang activity as well as heroin and fent being popular on the streets. there are houses in this neughborhood that have been destroyed by fire and were never fixed, most houses had infestation of roaches rats or mice, occassionally bedbugs. it wasnt a great neighborhood before, but its gotten worse over the years. despite that i hold some of my fondest memories here. i think its beautiful in a way, and i felt safer there than anywhere else.

the house represents my past, the blood trail leading from the door to the figure, who is me, after having slain some beast inside. this is representative of moving on, of leaving your childhood behind. It also represents the violence of where i live, and the horrid memories experienced by my father who lived there growing up as well. it was his home, but he inherited it from his mother. while that house was a safe haven for me, it was a bitter memory of horrific events for him. it was bittersweet to leave. for him, he was moving past that, for me, i was desperately trying to hold on. it was a needed sacrifice, which goes back to the blood.

the dog is a character in my work that represents god. he is omnipresent, always observing. he watched me kill a part of myself, that held on to memories i loved, and forced to move on. he watched this attack, and did not intervene. Perhaps I blame him for this, my relationship with god is not a good one, but that is the symbolism nonetheless.

lastly, there is the blood around the mouth, insinuating the beast inside had been consumed. I have killed it yes, but it stays with me. I consumed its flesh and it is now with me forever, even if it is gone. We are still one, me and the memories i shared there, even if separated by life and death.

this was a really long post, but i hope you find this explination interesting :,) !

[jboy44]

The Rusted king and the mobile city.

In the market as jabber walkers came a did other humans clearly the people who fell. The humans in armor quickly knock away the walkers.

Some of the armored soldiers fire nets at team Rwby ," you were with the cat the body jacking parasite that eat Alyx you will stand before the moving cities rusted king."

The sky turns dark as a massive steam punk city in treads rolls up.

Weiss ," ......a lot to take in there,"

Ruby is shaking holding yang " they cat wanted to steal my booty"

Yang cant think as thanks to not her head is in Bella booty.

Blake "...... Oh its like a fanfiction

A ramp opens up and team ruby are loaded into a cart that runs on tracks which takes them to a throne room.

Weiss uses glyphs to free them and she stares.

Upon the throne made of metal bones and rust. Sits the knight now a king. The king has a repaired sword has helmet has wielded on horns and gems as a crown. He has a fur coat made from jabberwalker skin complete with the beast's skull in this right shoulder.

The king stands " team rwby at long last I have been waiting

Blake bowing ".... You know us .... Your rusted majesty?"

The king removes his helmet revealing Jaune his chair now grey as this beard they seemed confused. " of course I know you guys." He drew a familiar blade with logo in sword sword mode. " time travels is confusion but I have go be by many names. Mr. Knight, rusted knight, the ruated king but my original name is Jaune Arc."

Blake jaw dropped

Ruby's eyes bug "......Jaune "

Yang tilts head "..... Didn't see that coming

Weiss ,"..... I am an idiot"

( add more of your share)

[craziechwiv]

RWBY Monster girls Vs ...Jaune.

Jaune Arc.

The next heir to a blood line full of successful monster hunters. He has heard tales of how his grandparents went toe to toe with rabid beast of all sorts, cryptids sought out to be just mere legends, and what terrors truly go bump in the night.

Whenever he heard one of these stories, he'd always play it as if he himself was hunting down the ferocious monster he'd wish he could vanquish. But he wasn't a kid anymore, but now a (semi) trained hunter. He left his home, leaving only a mere note behind for his family on his track to lead on their legacy.

A sword and shield on his person, and a bunny sweater from his grandma underneath his armor, he was ready to become the next legendary Arc in history! And nothing, and he means NOTHING, will stop him from doing so!

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Jaune: ...what?

Wraith!Ruby: *somehow got captured by Jaune's most basic pit trap* ...

Jaune: Wow...uhm.

Wraith!Ruby: What?! Didn't think I'd go down just like that?! Cuz this is all part of my plan to end you, just you wait till I-

Jaune: N-No. Not that. Just didn't think I would be face to face with such a...beautiful sight? M-My name's Jaune by the way...

What is even going on...

Wraith!Ruby: Uh, Ruby? Wait...You think I'm beautiful?

~ Wraith was added to the hunting party! ~

Okay so maybe this was a blunder, but at least he's the first of his lineage to actual befriend a monster! That's something, right? Totally not making him a disgrace to his family.

Hopefully this is the only time though! As he must vanquish a monster far more dangerous now that he has the help of a supernatural being such as Ruby!

???: HOOOWL~!

Jaune: Oh, I guess we're tracking down a were wolf now.

Wraith!Ruby: Oh! Maybe we're gonna meet my sister too!

Jaune: I'm sorry, you're who?

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Jaune:

Wraith!Ruby:

Werewolf!Yang: *snuggling up to Jaune's arm while her tail wags*

Wraith!Ruby: How-

Jaune: In my defense! She had me pinned down!

Wraith!Ruby: That still doesn't explain what happened between that altercation when I was trying to find you!

Jaune: I may have...made a slight joke on seeing two full moons...

Wraith!Ruby: Oh...oh god no.

Jaune: How was I suppose to know that was all it took for her to fall for me?!

Wraith!Ruby: FALL FOR YOU?!

Werewolf!Yang: Soo, wanna share him Rubes?

Wraith!Ruby: >:O *How holding onto Jaune's other arm* LIKE HELL I WILL!

Jaune: I think I'm already in hell...

~To be continued...possibly later today lol~

[bonkled]

There had been such beauty in Pohatu's athletic ability. His feats of speed and strength had won the day for the Toa many times. This flash of memory sent a pang of regret and nostalgia through an iced over corner inside Wairuha. There was no such beauty in Akamai's assault. He threw himself into battle with suicidal abandon uttering a roar that shook the earth. His speed was nauseating, his power, blinding; each attack was released with the rage of a volcanic eruption, focused to a point and aimed at Wairuha. In the face of this monster, there was no room for heroism—only the relentless precision of a hunter. Wairuha met his attack with matching speed and ferocity, descending like a thunderbolt. Akamai was forced to alter the arc of his sword mid-swing into an awkward block, bracing with his off hand, putting him off balance. "Against monsters, the best defense is a good offense." Wairuha thought. "Put the beast on its back foot. Drive it back before it finds its strength."