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The Grand Mages, my version of The Major Fairies in my Winx rewrite.

The reason for the term Mages instead of Major Fairies is that they weren’t all Fairies throughout history and it isn’t a requirement that they be fairies either. The reason for them all being fairies now is that they’re simply the most common group of magic users left on Earth currently after the great scourge of death and purging magical beings experienced on the planet.

The Grand Mages are chosen by The Grand Council, the delegation for magical beings on Earth, which is now on Tír na nÓg presently.

The current Grand Mages are as follows, some with a lot of info (mainly Sybilla) and some with simple brief descriptions, including so e job descriptions, personal histories, believix info and general lore below the cut:)

Nebula, Grand Mage of Peace. Her title is kept all throughout her history, not changed like it is in the series to war, for peace comes as the end goal, and to that with the Grand Mage title, if war is needed to achieve that, then so be it.

She is the second youngest, older than Aurora by about 900 years, born around the year of what we would call 400 CE. She is around the same age as Morgana, only a few years younger.

She would be classified as one of the Picts in the eyes of humans, born in what would later become known as the area of Scotland at the time before the Celts. As I mentioned in my first ask with her, I know there are issues of debated anachronism regarding The Picts and blue war paint, but it fit her color palette and I thought it looked cool on her so we’re going to say it was indeed a thing in this version of history, but as a result of the magical beings there mainly being the ones who utilized it.

As also mentioned in my original ask with her, she doesn’t always use her magic to treat her wounds, taking certain pride in her battle scars, showing them as a way to say “you see? No matter how many times you try to beat me down, I cannot be quashed. You cannot best me, I will always retaliate and I will always come back and so long as I am alive, I will win.”

Aurora is The Grand Mage of The North, a title given to the being who guards the Lovix transformation. She is the youngest of the current Grand Mages, being only 700 years old. It is her job to preside over the domain that Lovix is connected to (the areas of what are labeled as Fennoscandia) for if the connection to the areas the transformations were birthed from is severed or lost, those transformations cannot be accessed anymore. Her dedication, quick wit, and drive to protect and honor the land her master, The Grand Mage of The North before her guarded, is what lead to her being selected as the next one despite her relatively young age when compared to the other magical beings who served under the previous Grand Mage. This retired Grand Mage now lives at the small community that is located in what we would call Northern Sweden in the wilderness that she and the other followers dedicated to this cause call their home. This area acts as their headquarters of sorts.

Aurora is in change of overseeing all areas of Earth’s Northern Hemisphere and doing what she can to ensure general harmony with the energy of the planet and its environment, with her main focus being on guarding that area Lovix is tied to. Her primary way of combatting any serious issues humans intact on the environment and any disruption they cause is through the use of environmental influence, such as extreme cold, blizzards, long winters, early frosts, etc, causing things like famine, poor harvests, or direct death from the elements.

Diana is The Grand Mage of The South, her main location insulated to where she was born in what is referred to as modern day Bolivia. Sophix is connected to what is known today as The Amazon Rainforest, and this area must be protected with regard to the transformation for the same reason as Lovix. Much like Aurora, she is also in charge of doing what she can to ensure general harmony with the nature and environment of the southern hemisphere of Earth’s planet.

A strong warrior and combatant, she has resorted to more direct force as a tactic to deal with the issues humans have been enacting on the planet, doing what she can to still stay as hidden from them as possible while attacking, or leaving no survivors. Her and Nebula are close, a love of sparring and battle strategy being a large basis for what they choose to do in any of the spare time they manage to have together.

She is the second oldest of The Grand Mages.

Sybilla is the oldest of The Grand Mages.

Her wings are present here, but she doesn’t usually have them out, simply not seeing a need to most of the time.

Lady of Justice is the title given by those of the order of Tír na nÓg, and this was the title given to her by many, magical and non magical, even before all magical beings were either sequestered away to there, killed, fled, or managed to blend in with the non magical beings.

She is much more elusive than the other Grand Mages and despite her very present record in that of history, she isn’t one to be easily reached, only deciding herself if it is worth it, answering to no single allegiance, creed, nation, etc. She is included in the category of The Grand Mages mainly by the choosing of the other Mages, and only agrees within her own terms to be accounted for as such.

Parts of magical history intermingle with non magical history in my thing. Her influence is felt in artwork, dress, customs, and tales from Greco-Roman antiquity, and even the time before that, during the eras of The Bronze Age with the Cycladic, Minoan, and Mycenaean civilizations, and then even before that.

Much like the term irl, Sybilla is a term that simply means prophetess and sprung forth to give to the term sybil, those being what they are in our real world tales too. In my thing tho, this term stems from her name first and went on to become synonymous and defined as prophetess.

There were other sybils just like in old stories, these being followers of hers who wanted to act in her stead and honor and provide their services too.

Sybilla is the supreme head though, and is the grand origin for this.

She goes into stasis for longer periods of time so despite being the oldest, turning to stone by choice, this time acting a long sleep for her. When she awakes, it feels like she has only blinked. Sometimes towns would be built around her stony form, alters erected around her, offerings brought, pilgrimages made. And then suddenly, the mortals will see her “statue” is suddenly gone, and when she chooses to rest again, the cycle begins anew. Sometimes new statues are erected where she used to rest, legends telling that it actually is her and not just a statue, others believing it was just a statue put there long ago and someone decided to steal it so a new one must be placed.

There are many of her form in many places for that reason among other, her acting as a type of saint or figure to be kept to watch over places or people or whatever is deemed to need watching, memorabilia of her present in the forms of previously memorials statues, small talisman type objects, her figure on handkerchiefs, tapestries, walls of buildings, etc.

She has a history of intermingling with non magical beings far more than any of the other Grand Mages, even more so than most magical beings in general. With regard to that and her actions, she chooses to sleep when she feels she has done her job for the time being, overseeing and acting as whatever the mortals feel she is during times of great strife, whether that label be as a guide, an oracle, a prophet, or sometimes even a god or goddess.

She also chooses to rest after helping with grand issues with magical affairs too just the same. She awakens when she chooses to, whether that be because something in the ambient energy of the Earth feels off, signaling a great change, she has been sought out by a being, magical or not, that has made a great plea that she deems worthy, or she has decided she simply doesn’t want to rest anymore.

Her form appears through much of human history in the areas of the modern day Mediterranean and she has many stories about her weaved through old long gone told tales and legends, many lost to time, some still present.

Her aging is less visible than on Diana as a result of her sporadic periods of stasis, who has stayed active and present for her whole life, which has resulted in peak milf status.

She has no eyes, having had them voluntarily removed to be fully dedicated to her cause of what she deems proper judgement and action.

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Hi! I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your series of King! Ghost x princess AU.

I'm watching Bridgerton right now and I wanted to ask if you could write something like them planning a big ball and when it starts, Ghost seeing reader in beautiful dress, all pretty, going down the stairs, all eyes on her, looking at her in awe. (Main character vibes, yk what I mean.) Like him falling in love with reader again!

king!ghost x reader -- ball

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The fabric of your gown rustles as you settle into the seat of your vanity, the strings of your corset being pulled from behind by a helpful maid. As she secures the last knot, she takes a step back, bows, and leaves you to finish getting ready. 

You shift in your seat, trying to even out the feeling of the corset pressing into your ribs and abdomen where you were stabbed a month and a half ago, sighing with relief when it eases into a more comfortable sensation. Turning your attention to your hair, you sweep it away from your face, adjusting the tiara sitting proudly atop your head. 

Standing up from your vanity, you look in the mirror for a final inspection. You trace the delicate patterns on your gown with your fingertips, the golden threads and intricate embroidery garnering your gown seemingly glittering with a life of their own, embodying the glory fit for the queen of Kastron.

The idea of hosting a ball in your honor was daunting to you, to say the least, but many members of the royal council insisted on it. They wanted to commemorate your first year as queen of Kastron, and while you could hardly believe that you’ve been here for a year, the reflection in the mirror tells a different story. You’ve grown and learned so much from Kastron, and without it, you’re sure you’d be extremely unhappy back in your home kingdom. Without Kastron, and without Simon’s guidance, you would’ve never thought that you would be this educated, this aware of the world. At home, being kept in a protective bubble for the sole reason of being a woman, was destructive and insulting to you. 

As you stand before the mirror, your gaze lingers on the place where the corset conforms to the contour of your healed wound. The memory of the stabbing is a reminder of the strength and courage coursing through you. The discomfort is a small price to pay for the contentment you have with yourself.

With a small breath, you turn away from the mirror, ready to step into the grand ballroom.

A footman standing outside your door ushers you to the double doors guarding the grand staircase you are supposed to enter. As you stand behind the doors, doubts creep in, and you find yourself hesitating. The bustling sounds of the ballroom makes you realize that all of these people are here just to see you. You know that Simon is down there, waiting for you, but the mere fact that this is something you have to do on your own is a little scary. The whole prospect of your grand entrance suddenly feels overwhelming.

The footman notices your hesitation and offers a reassuring smile. “Your majesty?” 

You don’t turn to look at him, fingers digging into the fabric of your dress. 

“I just… walk down the staircase, right?”

“Yes, your majesty.”

You nod, taking a breath.

“Okay… but what if I fall?” you ask, twisting your hands in your grip, looking up at him.

The doorman pauses and his gaze softens.

“Your majesty, a fall is unlikely. Stand tall, proud. You’ve done so much for our kingdom. Take each step with confidence, just how you’ve led Kastron alongside His Majesty. I believe in you.”

You didn’t expect your eyes to get a little watery from his words, but his genuine encouragement strikes a chord deep within you. A small, grateful smile forms on your lips as you blink back the unexpected tears. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, and the doorman bows with reverence. 

With newfound resolve, you straighten your posture, shoulders back, and take a final deep breath. You focus on the supportive words from the doorman and on spotting your husband.

In the ballroom below, Simon stands as stiff as a board beside the end of the staircase, hands clasped behind his back. He’s dressed head to toe in his military and royal regalia, a perfect blend of his identity. He scans the ballroom with an air of impatience, just dying to catch sight of you at the top of the staircase. Simon hasn’t seen you all evening, much to his dismay. You had giggled about wanting it to be a surprise for everyone, including him. He had grumbled at first, saying how it wasn’t fair to him, but he relented with an infatuated twinkle in his eye. 

Simon finds his thoughts drifting to you, lost in a little daydream, when suddenly the doors at the top of the staircase slam open. A blare of trumpets sound, and your full name and title is announced by a guard. 

As the doorman opens the doors, revealing the anticipation of the grand staircase, you step forward into the light cascading from the crystal chandeliers in the ballroom. Your hesitation transforms into a purposeful stride, each step guided by the realization of how much you’ve truly done and accomplished in the past year. The glamor of the ballroom unfolds before you, and the collective gasp from the attendees echoes in the cavernous room. The ballroom, now in full view of you, welcomes you with thunderous applause. But in that instant, all he sees is you—radiant, confident, and a symbol of exultation.

Simon swears he blacks out the moment you catch his eyes, his breath catching in his throat. The applause is deafening, but the only sound Simon registers is the rapid beating of his heart. His gaze, usually commanding and unyielding, softens into an expression of pure and unadulterated adoration. All around him, the court and guests might see a king, but in that moment, he feels like anything but.

As you descend the staircase, the eyes of the court, nobles, and dignitaries are fixated upon you. The rich fabric of your gown trails behind you, and the golden threads reflect like liquid sunlight, catching the glinting chandeliers above. 

Simon watches you intently, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that could rival a forest fire, each step you take closer to him causing his heart constrict in his chest, threatening to burst. In this moment, you are not just the queen of Kastron; you are the center of his whole universe.

His mind races, replaying the past year he’s spent with you. The memories of challenges and blossoming love flood his thoughts. Simon thinks about the times you stood by his side, the strength you showed even in vulnerability, and the unwavering support that gave him new purpose, an anchor of his rule. He’s overcome with gratitude for having you as his wife, his confidante, and his love. The responsibilities and trials of his status fade into insignificance compared to the depth of emotion that resting his eyes upon you elicits.

As you reach the bottom of the staircase, and your hand finds his, Simon feels a surge of warmth engulf him. You stand before him, a vision of resilience and beauty. Simon bows deeply and reverently before you, nose brushing against your knuckles as he presses a delicate kiss to your hand.

You smile, cheeks warming at his revere. Simon lifts his gaze to meet yours, his eyes reflecting a mixture of awe and profound love. “My queen,” he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant timbre that resonates intimately between the two of you.

“Simon,” you reply, your voice a soft utterance that only he can hear. 

Simon straightens, a proud and genuine smile gracing his features. “Shall we, love?” he asks, offering his arm. You accept it with a graceful nod, and together you make your way to the center of the dance floor, leading the opening dance. As the music envelops you both, Simon leans in, his words meant only for you. “You look absolutely stunning tonight,” he compliments, his eyes never leaving yours.

You chuckle, the intimate moment lighting up your insides. “Thank you! And you are the epitome of regality. This uniform suits you well.”

Simon’s quiet laughter echoes in your eardrums, the sound blending seamlessly with the music. “Only because I have such a remarkable queen by my side.”

The courtly dance begins, and Simon guides you with practiced elegance. As you move in tandem, whispers of admiration from the onlookers fade into the background. It’s just the two of you, caught in a lovestruck dance. 

As the opening dance nears its end, Simon pulls you closer into him, his gaze unwavering. “To think,” he muses, “a year ago, we were at odds with one another. And tonight, we stand here together.”

You smile softly, the shared sentiment passing between you, unspoken yet deeply understood. “And look how far we’ve come since then,” you reply, your voice soft yet resolute.

Simon guides you into a twirl, your dress rippling across the floor at your feet. When he pulls you back in, you don’t hesitate leaning against him unabashedly. 

“Do you remember our first dance at the first wedding?” he whispers, a hint of nostalgia evident in his eyes.

“Vividly,” you reply, an amused smile playing on your lips. Your first dance was definitely something; you were scared out of your mind, and Simon had promised that you wouldn’t trip, and he made sure of it. You think that it was one of the first moments that you had felt a slight emotion for him other than disdain. 

Simon’s expression softens, his eyes holding a hint of humor. “I remember thinking I had never seen someone so captivating. Even then, you held a grace that inspired me. And, I have to admit, your spirit was quite something. Made me appreciate the fact that you were so combative to begin with, that you’re someone who’s unafraid of standing up for themself.”

You laugh at his admission, the memory of your initial clashes and the unexpected turn of events that brought you to this dance. “Spirit?” you tease, “I prefer to call it determination.”

Simon grins, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back as the music slightly shifts. “Determination, then. It’s one of the things that drew me to you. You never backed down, not even when faced with this idiot of a man at times.”

“As if I could back down,” you reply, squeezing his hand in yours. “You weren’t exactly making it easy. Your jawline is what really sold you to me.” 

Simon’s laughter resonates through the room, a rich and genuine sound, his fingers tracing circles on your back as you continue to sway with the music. “My jawline?” he repeats bewilderedly. “Well, ‘m glad it worked in my favor.”

You chuckle, reveling in the lighthearted banter. “It was a contributing factor, let’s say that.”

Simon’s gaze deepens, his tone turning earnest. 

“In all seriousness, though,” he begins, the mirth in his eyes giving way to a more vulnerable expression, his voice a soft murmur meant for your ears alone. “There was always something about you. Through every challenge you’ve stood strong. And in your strength, I’ve found my own. Just knowing you has changed me for the better, and for that I am grateful, not just as a king, but as a man who found his equal, his partner. I’m so proud of you.” 

You don’t know what to say, getting choked up by the tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Simon notices the tears welling up in your eyes, and he cups your cheek tenderly. His thumb brushes away a stray tear, and you bite your bottom lip. Your love for each other, immeasurable and boundless, spills over into every glance, every touch, and every step of the dance. Your heart swells at his words, and you find yourself staring into his eyes, captivated by the depth of emotion reflecting in them.  

“God, Simon. I love you so much,” you finally manage to whisper, the weight of your feelings breaking through. Simon’s eyes soften even further, and he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too,” he murmurs against your skin, his hold on you tightening. As the dance concludes, the courtiers erupt into applause. Simon guides you off the dance floor, his arm wrapped around you protectively. You exchange glances filled with unspoken understanding, squeezing his hand once more. You lean into him, moving to rest your head against his shoulder, a serene smile gracing your lips. The warmth of Simon’s embrace, the quiet hum of the music in the background, and the knowledge that you’ve found your person makes you forget all about your anxieties. At that moment, it feels like the two of you are the only people in the universe.

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Chapter 13

During your recovery time, you were ordered to mainly focus on tasks within the counsel(where, much to the opposition of the elder members, you held a position.) However, that didn’t stop you from guiding the young royals with their bending.

Now that Prince Zuko had finally started bending, you now held his and Azula’s training together. With the limited free time that you have, you try to teach them as much as possible.

One of the things you learned from that camp was that children develop faster when they have competition. The main reason as to why you have been conducting their training together was to inspire them individually. Yes, Azula is already leaps ahead of her brother, but you hoped that his eagerness might push her more. And vise versa, you hoped his sister’s achievements might spark a bit more drive into him so he fully devotes himself to his bending and training.

Seeing how well you were with your bending, and that the only training you had was at that camp surrounded by peers, you assumed that this was for the best.

You even managed to coach Azula with her anger. Now, whenever she feels that she’s pent up or frustrated, she goes to the grounds and burns the dummies.

Dipping the quill into the ink well, you continued on with your report. Within a week of time, the chieftain of the Northern Water Tribe and his child will be coming into the palace. Due to one of your most recent sieges against the Earth Kingdom, you had gained the Fire Nation a grand trading port, one which the Northern Water Tribe frequent in trading their goods. And seeing how the chieftain is personally coming in for negotiations, the issue that their economy faces must be an urgent one.

For today’s meeting, you, alongside the Fire Lord and his son, conversed on what to do and what possible benefits there are in going along with the waterbenders. After an hour or so, the meeting concluded. Once the Lord retired for the day, you stayed behind to make a written report for the council members and preparations for the palace staff.

Cracking your neck, you continued on writing while Prince Ozai read over the notes his father left. He didn’t waste time finishing reading them before he threw them on the table. “His old age seems to be taking a toll on his judgment.” He mumbled behind you.

Your hand did not stop moving. No citizen of the Fire Nation is allowed to speak negatively of the royal family, especially those who work in close quarters.

Ozai lets out a hum, “My child,” he calls to you, placing his much larger hand on your shoulder, “Do away with the performers. I see no such need to entertain a fallen man.”

Your writing halted. Swallowing dryly, “Your Highness-” you felt the grip on your shoulder tighten.

He let out a sigh, massaging your shoulder, “Dear, have I not told you to call me father?”

“... father?”

“Go on, speak your mind, my child.” His hand moved up to your nape.

“For the… entertainment, I have no say in their employment or contract, it was Lord Azulon who signed-” The stinging in your scalp cut you off as he grabbed you by the hair and shoved your head down. You felt each and every strand of hair being pulled as he tightened his grip.

“That father of mine has gone senile, as long as you do as I say and simply turn in that report of yours, everything will fall into place.” A strangled noise came from your throat as Ozai pulled your head back. He leaned down close to you, “Do you understand?”

“Yes… father.” You strained your neck.

He stared down at you for a second before letting you go with a smile. “Good, you may take your leave.”

You left without another word. Once the doors shut behind you, you heaved out a sigh. Looking down, you noticed your hands were shaking.

Just around the corner, where the palace training grounds were, you heard Azula and her brother argue and a desperate new trainer who tried to keep the peace. You lean on the wall, taking long and deep breaths to calm yourself before making your way to the siblings.

“What’s going on here?” Your voice puts a pause to the chaos as you step out from behind the pillar.

“6!” The two children yell out before running to you. With longer strides, Zuko was about to reach you first before Azula pulled him back by his hair, dragging him down before stepping on his back and jumping to you. She stuck the landing before sticking her tongue out to her brother. “Told you I’d win!”

As the two continued on bantering, their trainer ran up to you and bowed, “Major, I apologise for the unruly sight. I accept any and all punishment you see fit!”

You let out a sigh before crossing your arms, “No need, Lieutenant Zhao. You may also stand at ease. As for our young prince and princess, it is best to let them compete rather than letting them talk it out.” you look towards the two children as they both presented their flames. Declaring who was hotter and bigger.

“I see…” Zhao nodded along, “To let them compete… would a dual suffice?”

At the word, your wound itched. Placing a hand over your chest, you answered. “No, as much it is effective, between the two, Azula has more training and experience in bending compared to her brother.”

Zhao lets out a hum. He stood beside you as you watched over Azula and Zuko.

The two couldn’t seem to come to an agreement when they ran up to you once more with their fire in hand. Zuko was in front of you first this time before thrusting his open flames to you, his sister was quick to follow.

“6, you need to pick, who has the better fire?!” The boy was panting, sweat dribbling down his forehead as Azula stepped on his feet.

“It’s clearly mine, just look, since when have you seen blue fire? Mine’s better!” She pouted, still stepping on her brother’s feet.

“Nuh uh, the standard is red and yellow or orange and yellow. Mine’s better because fire is supposed to be this color!” Zuko argued, “And stop stepping on my foot!”

“Then you’re the default. Basic and boring.” She kicked him in the shin this time.

Despite their pestering, you kept your lips shut. The banter between children should stay between children. As an adult, if you were to answer, it would exemplify favouritism.

You shall keep your mouth shut and let the children deal with their problems.

Besides, a little competition wouldn't kill anyone.

Little do you know, your silence only added to their division. Azula, being the one who you spend the most time with, believed that you were confident in her abilities to deal with pesky problems like her brother, hence why your silence. She thought that you trusted her to come out victorious without your help. Your bond is just that strong.

There was this eager look in her eyes as she smiled up at you. Her fire reflected her emotions as it flickered brighter.

You then looked to Zuko, who was breathing heavily. He was straining himself, you concluded. It hasn’t been long since he started to bend, so it’s a given.

“Bending is like a muscle, the more you train it the better you become.” You lectured.

Before you get to continue, you notice Zuko’s face redden. His anger bursts, embarrassment maybe? “No! I’m going to train until I can beat Azula! I’m the eldest child in this family, it’s not right for me to be weaker than her!” He shouts.

“Hmp, face it Zuzu, you’re not even worth calling competition.” Azula sassed, her hands now folded over her chest. “You’re weak and pathetic, dealing with you is a waste of time.” She leaned her back on you.

Zuko’s fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. Smoke began to escape from his shaking fists when the smell of burned flesh hit your nose. You were quick to take hold of his hands and snap him out of his anger.

His palms were red, not yet burned but the damage was there. “No more bending for you, Zuko. Take time to heal your hands.”

As you’ve said before, bending is like muscle. As fire benders, you are more resilient against the element compared to those of other nations. But to be proficient with your arts, you must practise to build up your resilience. Similar to how you, Azula, and the countless peers you have trained and grown up with, one can’t suddenly bend fire that is too hot for them to handle, if not, the result would be varying degrees of burns on their hands and legs.

Build up for hotter flames and practice for accuracy.

“See? You’re just a weakling.”

“That is not how one speaks to their family, Azula.”

Your body stiffened when you heard her voice. Zhao was quick to turn around and bow to the princess. Ursa greeted him before letting him off for today.

Ursa walked past you before patting her son on the head. “My dear, why don’t you go and freshen up? I’ll meet you in your room once I’m done talking to 6.” Once she got a meek nod from him, she turned and sent you a smile before looking at Azula, “And dear, why don’t you take a bath as well? I’m sure your training with Lieutenant Zhao worked up quite a sweat.”

“As if, you could barely call that training. Unlike Zuzu, I can handle my warm-ups.”

When Ursa sent a look your way, you didn’t meet her eye but nodded nonetheless.

Azula frowned up at you when you pushed her off of you. You quietly walked her towards the terrace, “I’ll be with you in an hour, in the meantime, why don’t you-”

She lets out a sigh, “I don’t like it when you have your little talks with mother.” She looked at you over her shoulder, “You always come back later than the time you said you would.”

“Azula…”

“Yeah yeah, I’ll go.” she rolled her eyes, “What do you even talk about anyway…” she mumbled out with each step.

Once she was out of sight, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You don’t recall going on a run today or yesterday, but your legs felt weak. Shaky even.

You walked back to the training ground, but there was no sight of the older woman. Clinging to hope, you prayed that she had left you. Strength regained back to your legs as you looked around, eager to be left in your lonesome.

Your mood faltered when you finally spotted her. She was on the balcony, looking down at the garden below her.

You steeled your nerves, despite every fibre of your being begging you to run away, you didn’t. You had to do your job. Squeezing your hand twice or thrice, you walked up to her. With each step, it felt as if you were walking in mud, your legs feeling heavier with each step you took.

Once you were standing beside her, she leaned her head on your shoulder. In response, your body stiffened. You felt a shiver run up your spine when she stepped behind you.

“Look at me, 6.”

You turned.

Now with the stone fence against your back, you faced her. She stocked closed so her front rested against your chest. Her arms around your waist with her hands on your shoulder blades.

“I remember a time where I had to bend down to hug you.” She mumbled against your chest. She lets out a hum when she hears your heartbeat spike up. “And now look at us. You have grown so much…”

You stayed frozen. Letting her do as she pleased… once more.

Every breath you took was painful and ragged, it felt better to hold them and pray for it to end. Each intake was shaky as you tried to ignore the grip on you.

She lets out a sigh by your ear. Hot breath hitting you as you clenched your jaw.

Her hand lowered from your shoulders to your waist, later to your hips, and finally, to your upper thighs, all the while dragging her nails down your sides.

“You’re the only one for me, 6.” She whispered in your right ear. Her breath hits you, making you wince.

You stayed there in her arms, frozen and humiliated. To be degraded like this, what had you done in your past life to go through such shame?

Biting your lips, you let the warm blood fill your mouth. The metallic, familiar taste the only thing to ground you.

You stood there, being touched, until Ursa was satisfied. She left a kiss on your cheek before taking her leave.

You were tempted to burn it off but thought it would be too obvious. Letting out a sigh, you wiped your face with your sleeve before going to bid Azula goodnight.

In the end, when you made it to her room, you felt exhausted. Your body felt fine, similar to those nights when you wanted sleep but your body didn’t let you. You knocked on the door before stepping in, closing it behind you.

“And again, you came back late. What took you so long?” Azula was standing in the middle of her room, arms crossed and pouty.

You didn’t answer her, “Why aren’t you in your night robe? It’s already late out.”

“That’s why.” She moved to her bed, “I was going to go retrieve you, recon mission you could say.” she sat down.

“What were you trying to save me from?”

“...” she raised an eyebrow.

“... I appreciate the thought… truly.” You kneel before her, taking her shoes off so you could put her to bed.

“You don’t have to do that, you know, I’m not a kid.” she took her shoe away from you before throwing it away from your reach. She stood up on her bed, ushering you to stand up as well.

“And you don’t need to put me in bed.” Her ears turned the smallest shade of pink, “But, if you really can’t help yourself, I guess I wouldn’t mind humouring you.” She scratched her cheek, looking at you from the sides of her eyes.

She spread her arms wide, waiting for you to embrace her. Once you did, she got on her tippy toes to fully wrap her arms around your neck.

You felt your blood run cold when she exhaled at your ear.

Your right ear.

Exactly where her mother-

No, she wouldn’t have known. Azula wouldn’t have been watching over your interaction with her.

If she did, she would have made her presence known. She would have stopped it.

Wouldn’t she?

[stylographic-blue-rhapsody]

for @skullhaver for the ZA server OC kiss week! can you believe this has been in my wips for three years? can you believe I've rewritten it five times and wasn't ever really satisfied with it?

...

The Winter Palace is beautiful, and Felix wants to go home. 

He arrived with the envoy from Denerim—an attempt by Alistair to soothe past conflict and rekindle common trade between Ferelden and Orlais. Many of the older members of his council had been against it, of course, but there had been enough support from the younger generation of nobles that steps were finally being taken towards a working international relationship. It is important work, Felix knows, and he could not have turned down Alistair’s pleading request for his assistance in facilitating diplomacy. 

Even so, Felix is tired, and the Wintersend Ball cannot conclude quickly enough. He makes it through yet another tedious conversation with an Orlesian nobleman who, apparently, believes he is the first to see an opportunity for his unwed daughter to gain court favor through a political marriage into a Ferelden Teyrnir. (Said nobleman is not the first—this is the fourth conversation of this nature that Felix has been cornered into. He wonders if the others of the envoy are navigating similar headaches, or if he just has particularly bad luck.) He glances across the grand hall, hoping to identify a cluster of guests to mingle with that are less likely to try to play matchmaker.

And that’s when he sees her. 

It’s so brief a glimpse that he would say he mistook a stranger for her in a moment of wishful thinking, but no: under the Orlesian half mask there is the scar on her jaw from falling off her horse when they were kids, and the trio of moles like stars along the column of her neck. There is her easy soldier’s stance, and the way her fingers tap idly on the hilt of the sword belted over her ceremonial attire. There is her crooked grin as she takes her leave from her conversational partner and her purposeful stride to a side door off the main hall. 

Felix would know his sister from a stranger like he knows the sun from a lantern.

His breath catches on the sudden lump in his throat, and without one more wasted moment he begins weaving through the crowd in pursuit. 

She’s always been fast, impressively so on the battlefield when wearing plate, and while she is unencumbered in formalwear he loses her by the time he makes it through the door. As he wanders briskly through the adjacent corridors to try to pick up a lead, he is stopped by a palace steward who sternly attempts to herd him back to the main event. With great sincerity and only a bit of pleading, he convinces her that he has great need to speak with the knight that passed through. That chevalier is an old friend, you see, and I have missed her dearly.

It almost hurts to call her merely a friend, as if that could ever encompass the way he carries her child-self and her teen-self and her adult-self with him always, every moment of growth and change and becoming. As if it could ever describe how all of his becomings are carried with her, in turn. 

But he doesn’t know if it would be safe to call her sister. She disappeared, and she could be in hiding, or using a different name, or even pretending (Mum and Dad forgive him for even thinking it) to be Orlesian, pisspoor Leliana impersonation and all. Even if it would cause Beatrice no harm to explain their connection to a stranger, he knows how that conversation goes; the Mac Eanraig blood they share simply isn’t enough to make them look remotely related. 

So why call her ‘sister’? Alistair had asked him once.

Because she is my sister in all the ways that matter, Felix had replied. 

The steward points him in the opposite direction he was looking, towards the interior gardens, with a warning that if he gives any of her staff reason to complain, she’ll have him expelled from the Palace entirely. He thanks the woman with genuine gratitude and swears to cause no trouble. Felix offers her a short bow before striding down the hall. 

It may be early spring, but it is frigid. Apparently. Felix knows this not because of any chill from lacking outerwear (the Taint that burns like a furnace beneath his skin has not lessened with time), but because fresh snow dusts the pathways and the tender blooms of the garden trees. His heart twinges to see it, an echo of the landscape during their flight from the assault on Highever, but the ache is promptly overwritten by nervous anticipation at the sight of footprints in the powder. Still, his stride does not falter, pursuing the trail until—

“Bea?”

It slips out like a question, like a plea. She’s real, she has to be, Maker she’s here and she’s real and Beatrice, Beatrice, Beatrice—

She stands quietly at an intersection of footpaths, her court mask in one hand as she rubs at the bridge of her nose with the other, eyes closed. At the sound of her name, she startles, and when her gaze snaps to his it is wide with shock. “Felix?”

“Beatrice—”

And Felix is to her before he even realizes he’s moved. He wraps her in his arms, curling down around her as opposed to lifting her like he might have when they were little, and holds her as tightly as a prayer. He squeezes his eyes shut against the welling tears, pressing kiss after kiss to her soft copper hair as he murmurs her name. She, in turn, hugs him back and laughs, dumbfounded. 

“Maker, Bea. You just left. Disappeared. No one knew what happened.” Felix mutters desperately against the top of her head, a part of him still fearful that this is a dream. “We thought that assassins… that your body had been dumped in the harbor—” 

“Well, that’s a bit insulting. Like I’d go down by something as embarrassing as a knife to the back.”

Although he can hear the smile in her voice, he pulls back to look her in the eye, hands gripping her shoulders. “It’s been bad at home, the rebuilding has been so messy and the court is a wreck—Andraste’s bloody knickers, I’m so fucking happy to see you alive.” 

Something in his expression tempers her cheeky grin with sheepishness. “Sorry I couldn’t write to you. We thought it was safer for everyone if we cut contact for a while.” 

There’s a moment of silence as Felix feels his mind go blank, and then his thoughts kick back up at breakneck speed. He whispers, “Morrigan?” 

When the smoke cleared at Denerim, Beatrice and Morrigan had vanished without a trace. Losing his best friend without warning was just as difficult as losing his sister, and Felix spent months afterwards searching for any sign of them across Ferelden before Alistair had pleaded for him to return and assist in reestablishing order. It was excruciating, giving up the search.

“Morrigan,” Beatrice confirms softly. “And… Keiran. Our son.” 

Felix stares at her, stunned, before saying slowly, “It worked. It worked, and… I’m an uncle.” He laughs, loud and joyful, the sound of it ringing off the courtyard walls. “Fucking ashes, Bea.”

He pulls her into another crushing embrace, planting a kiss on her forehead for good measure. There will be time for explanations and tale-telling and familial introductions later. For now, in this moment, the only thing that matters to him is that his sister is here and healthy and whole, and Felix feels a little less alone.

[tessa-liam]

Turning the Page 

I'm the Problem -4-

Choices, The Royal Romance AU

Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son. 

Turning the Page Masterlist     

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks     

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who belong to this series. 

Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression.    

Rating: M🔞Warnings - crude language – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors. 

Words: 2490     

Turning the Page 

I’m the Problem – 4

Chapter Summary: Maxwell returns to Cordonia and sets out to find a solution for Riley while simultaneously keeping her secret. Madeleine announces her truth. Liam and Leo make plans to visit New York City.

Music & Title Inspiration: Anti-Hero, Taylor Swift 

A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found. 

A/N2: My submission for @choicesflashfics, Week #54, Prompt 3 - “Go on, say it...You were right.” 

A/N3: My submission for @choicesoctober2023, Seasonal: Autumn/leaves 

 Cordonian Royal Palace, Capital

The cool autumn breeze rustled the leaves that adorned the grand courtyard of the Cordonian palace. It was a Friday afternoon, and the sun cast a warm, amber glow over the grounds. Queen Madeleine stood atop a raised stage, the center of attention. Flanked by Kiara and Penelope, she prepared to make an announcement that would send shockwaves throughout the Kingdom.  

Madeleine’s icy demeanor and calculated actions had earned her the monicker, ‘Ice Queen’ by the people of Cordonia. Her reputation was one of coolness and sometimes unkindness, a stark contrast to the warmth and compassion expected of a queen. She had proven herself a formidable figure, always ten steps ahead of those who dared to challenge her. 

As the whispers of the court swirled around her, the queen’s gaze never wavered. Her sharp, emerald eyes scanned the crowd, filled with anticipation. The reason for this gathering was a secret closely guarded until now, and even those closest to her were unaware of what was about to unfold; except for the queen mother, Regina, who stepped onto the stage in solidarity.  Her mother, delighted for her daughter, remained in Fydelia; to watch the press conference on-line. Her father, in disagreement with his daughter to come forward, remained defiant but was in attendance. 

The father of the child she was carrying was not King Liam, her husband and the ruler of Cordonia, but a royal from Morocco.  

Godfrey watched from the sidelines, with a mixture of anger and pride. He always had ambitions for his daughter since her birth, wanting her to wear the crown that had been promised to their family by King Constantine. When Crown prince Leo abdicated, it had opened the door for Madeleine to pursue the crown once more, this time with King Liam as her partner. 

But Liam harbored a deep loathing for Madeleine. Theirs was an arranged marriage, after he had been unhappily separated from his American suitor; a scandal orchestrated by none other than Godfrey himself. He had believed that by tearing his true love apart, he could pave the way for Madeleine to ascend the throne by using Liam’s sense of duty against him. 

Yet, despite his selfish intentions and machinations, Madeleine found herself pregnant with a child from a foreign Royal. A fate Godfrey did not foresee and did not prepare for. 

Olivia stood beside Liam, along with the members of the Royal council to stand in unity with their King. Watching the press conference from a third-floor balcony overlooking the Royal courtyard; the mood was somber, the future of the kingdom hung in the balance. 

 Olivia had presented the recently uncovered proof with the damning documents and letters to the Royal council. All of the materials originating from the Duchy of Karlington in England, at Godfrey’s behest. Along with proof, that Tariq had been paid handsomely by King Constantine for his part in the scandal. 

Liam’s heart swelled with a strange mix of emotions today– anger, betrayal, guilt, and relief that Madeleine's ambition was finally being exposed for all to see. The paparazzi, sensing a controversy of epic proportions, jostled for position at the front, their cameras flashing like lightning. Prepared to fire questions at their queen, and demanding answers; eager to capture every detail of this historic event. 

With a calm, but resolute voice, Madeleine announced, “Good afternoon and thank you all for your interest.” Looking out towards the crowd of attendees, her vision blurred with unshed tears, she took a deep, shuddered breath. 

“I am here today to formally announce that I am with child.” 

The court gasped, and the people of Cordonia exchanged glances filled with a mixture of shock, curiosity, and judgement. Madeleine’s carefully constructed façade had cracked, revealing vulnerability beneath a frosty exterior.  

“My future is uncertain at this point. The child I carry may not be the heir you all expected, but it is a future I am prepared to face, whatever it may hold.” 

The fallout from this revelation would shape the destiny of Cordonia in ways no one could predict. 

*** 

JFK International Airport, U.S.A.

The cool autumn air swept through the bustling JFK International Airport, carrying with it a sense of finality. Riley stood beside Maxwell, the noisy commotion of travelers around them seemed to fade into the background as they shared a moment of quiet understanding. 

“I can't thank you enough, Maxwell,” Riley said, her voice filled with gratitude. “For everything.” 

Maxwell smiled warmly; His eyes reflecting the sincerity in hers. “It's been my pleasure, ‘little blossom’. You've brought a light back to my world that I didn't even know I was missing.” 

Riley glanced down at the toy airplane in her hand, a small token of Maxwell’s affection for William. “I'll make sure Li gets this …  from his uncle Max. He's going to love it.” 

Maxwell nodded, a wistful look in his eyes. “He's lucky to have you in his life, just like I've been lucky to know you, Riley.” 

As the boarding call echoed through the terminal, they exchanged a final lingering hug. “Remember, this meeting stays between us. It's our secret,” Riley whispered, her voice barely above a breath. 

Maxwell nodded again, understanding the weight of their shared secret. The cruel clause that Madeleine added to the Cordonian arrangement. “You have my word. This is between us and no one else.” 

With a final smile. Maxwell turned to join the queue of passengers, disappearing into the crowd. Riley watched him go, her heart heavy with a mixture of sadness and hope. She knew that this moment marked another turning point. Not just for Maxwell and herself, but for William as well. 

As she turned to leave the airport lobby, she noticed a small display of souvenirs nearby. Her eyes fell on a Statue of Liberty keychain; a replica of the one that she had given to Liam on the night of his coronation. The memories flooded back, and she could not help but reach for it. 

The key chain felt cool in her hand, its familiar weight was comforting. She paid for the little statue, tucking it alongside the gift from Maxwell, carefully into her bag. They were more than just trinkets. They were symbols of the two worlds she straddled, the two hearts she held dear. 

 With one last glance back at the bustling airport Riley turned and made her way out into the brisk, autumn New York City morning. She knew that even though a chapter was closing, the story was far from over. As she hailed a cab, she felt a renewed sense of purpose.  

Cordonian Royal Palace, Capital

 Liam stared out of the window of his study, his thoughts a turbulent storm within him. The revelation of Madeleine's pregnancy had torn through the kingdom like wildfire. It had left him with mixed emotions; relief that his marriage was over, anger at the combined deceptions against him, and a reminder of his profound regret of losing Riley, the woman who still held his heart. The world had seen the cracks in his kingdom's facade, yesterday, and the weight of it all was taking its toll on him. 

As he contemplated his future and the steps to be taken to rebuild his kingdom's reputation, there came a familiar knock at the door. Liam turned his attention away from the view of the palace gardens and called out, "Enter." 

Bastien opened the door and announced, "Your Majesty, Prince Leo is here to see you." 

Leo stepped into the study, with a concerned expression on his face. He was aware of the turmoil that had engulfed his younger brother’s life. They had shared a close bond when they were younger, one forged by the trials and tribulations of their upbringing as princes. Although regrettably, after he abdicated, he wasn’t around for Liam. Without a word, Leo walked over and embraced his brother, offering a comforting presence. 

Liam sighed deeply, the weight of his responsibilities threatening to crush him. "Leo, you have no idea how glad I am to see you. Thank you for coming on such short notice." 

Leo’s eyes narrowed in on Liam, the concern deepening. 

“You have always been the strong one, Liam. But now, it's okay to lean on someone else. The whole kingdom has been in turmoil since that press conference broke. You are not alone in this. We'll get through it together." 

Liam nodded, appreciating the support. "I'm done with that sham of a marriage, Leo. I should have listened to you and trusted my instincts long ago. Go on, say it. You were right." 

Leo gave a reassuring pat on Liam's back. "It's never easy to see the truth when you're in the midst of it.”  

After placing two crystal tumblers and a bottle of Macallen’s on the desk, Leo took a seat across from Liam and poured scotch into each glass and slid one across the desktop. 

“What are your plans now, Li?” 

Liam’s jaw tightened, without hesitating. “First, I need to find Riley. I cannot let her slip away from my life, Leo. She means everything to me, and I’ve made a colossal mess of things. I must apologize and beg for her forgiveness. I hope that she will find it in her heart to understand.” 

Liam leaned back in his chair, considering more options. "And, I'll have to address the kingdom. We need to rebuild our family reputation and assure our people that we're still dedicated to their well-being." 

Leo nodded in agreement. "That's a good start. I am happy that you are not forgetting about yourself, Liam. You deserve happiness too. You should reach out to Riley, talk to her." 

Liam's expression softened at the mention of Riley's name. He knew Leo was right. "I am the problem, Leo. I need to make amends. But first, there's something I need to ask of you." 

Leo raised an eyebrow, curious. "What's that?" 

With a determined glint in his eye, Liam replied, "I need to attend the U.N. conference in New York City. It's time to strengthen our presence on the international stage and show the world that the Kingdom of Cordonia is still standing strong." 

Leo smiled and clapped his brother on the shoulder. "That's the spirit, Liam! But I have a better plan for you to consider.”  

Liam looked at his brother with interest. “How so?” 

“Let Olivia look after Cordonia and I will attend that party and put on a show they'll never forget.” 

Liam chuckled, shaking his head. “Leo, that includes speeches, meetings, dinners …” 

“Yeah, bro … not my first rodeo.” Leo grinned, mischievously. 

As the two brothers continued to discuss their plans for New York, the weight on Liam's shoulders seemed to lighten. 

Throne Room, Cordonian Palace 

The Cordonian throne room, adorned with opulent tapestries and bathed in the soft glow of crystal chandeliers was filled to capacity. Journalists and dignitaries from across the Kingdom had gathered, their expectant gazes fixed upon the ornate golden throne. 

King Liam stood before his throne, flanked by Leo and Olivia with a few trusted advisors. He took a deep breath, stealing himself for the task at hand. He could not allow the instability to persist in his absence, while in New York City. 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Liam began, his voice projecting with regal authority, “I stand before you today to address the recent revelations concerning my Queen. I understand the concerns and questions that have arisen in the wake of the news presented by Madeleine, and I owe it to you, my people, to be forthright.” 

He paused, allowing the gravity of the moment to settle. Murmurs and camera flashes filled the room. 

“I have chosen to confront this issue with transparency and grace, as I believe it is my duty to lead with integrity. Madeleine 's past actions are her own, and she has taken responsibility for them. She has chosen to face the consequences, as we all must when we err.” 

The room was silent, captivated by his words. 

“I implore you to remember that as a Kingdom and society, we must learn to forgive and to grant the opportunity for redemption. Madeleine, like all of us, is capable of change and growth; albeit not in my Kingdom.” 

Liam's gaze swept the room, taking in the expressions of the gathered audience, some skeptical, some understanding, but all listening intently. 

“While I address this matter, I want to assure you that the governance of our Kingdom remains steadfast. My commitment to our people remains unwavering, and I will continue to lead with the same dedication and determination that you have come to expect from me.” 

He could sense the tension in the room began to ease, replaced by a quiet sense of hope and understanding. The support of his people was vital to maintain stability during this trying time. 

“I will now take leave to address the situation abroad,” Liam concluded. “I am heading to New York in pursuit of a personal matter. Rest assured, the affairs of our Kingdom are well attended to in my absence, and we will emerge from this challenge stronger, united and more resilient than ever. Thank you all for your attention.” 

With those words, Liam descended from the dais, surrounded by his Royal guard, chased by camera flashes and questions posed.

With the press statement concluded, Liam made his way back to his study where Bastien awaited him. 

“Your Majesty, the jet is ready and our contacts in America have been alerted,” Bastien reported. 

“Thank you, Bastien,” Liam responded. “Leo … let's not waste any more time.” 

 As the jet soared through the sky, bound for New York, Liam's thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions and uncertainties. He knew that finding Riley was only the beginning. His challenge was to win her back. 

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Fire & Blood for HotD Viewers

Just realized a lot of people haven't read the book House of the Dragon is based on! For those who don't have the time or resources to read the book, here's a quick primer to Fire and Blood chapters which cover the first season of HotD. I'll be mostly covering what the show has discarded (—), changed (≈), or added (+).

HotD combines the two succession events of 92 AC and 101 AC

92 AC: Jaehaerys I personally declares Baelon (his second son) his heir over Rhaenys (granddaughter of his late eldest son Aemon).

— There were a lot of people who disagreed, most prominent being his wife Queen Alysanne, but unlike his would-be successor Viserys I, King Jaeherys I took the appropriate steps to designate and secure the claims of his heir.

Jaehaerys did not make his decision lightly; he is known to have discussed the matter with his small council. Undoubtedly he consulted Septon Barth, as he did on all important matters, and the views of Grand Maester Elysar were given much weight. All were in accord. Baelon, a seasoned knight of thirty-five, was better suited for rule than the eighteen-year-old Princess Rhaenys or her unborn babe (who might or might not be a boy, whereas Prince Baelon had already sired two healthy sons, Viserys and Daemon). The love of the commons for Baelon the Brave was also cited.

Jaehaerys's decision actually goes against the traditional rules of agnatic primogeniture, but the other factors stated above ultimately led him to pick Baelon over Rhaenys.

101 AC: Baelon's death once again raises the question of succession. The Council of Harrenhal is convened to decide who should be heir. The HBO show briefly depicts this but:

— cuts out the fact that Rhaenys, daughter of Aemon, and Viserys, son of Baelon, weren't the only claimants.

No fewer than fourteen claims were duly examined and considered by the lords assembled. From Essos came three rival competitors,grandsons of King Jaehaerys through his daughter Saera, each sired by a different father.

≈ changes the two claimants with the most support to be Viserys and Rhaenys when it was Viserys and Laenor in the book. Jaehaerys had already established the precedent in 92 AC that a woman can't be heir to the throne.

≈ has Jaehaerys taking part of the proceedings. At this point, he was too infirm to leave King's Landing.

(Now that you see the amount of effort Jaehaerys I went through to designate an heir, you'll understand what I mean when I keep saying that Viserys I did an awful job at this when he was king.)

Alicent Hightower

≈ Alicent was 15/16 when Viserys was 26.

≈ The ailing old king she took care of was Jaehaerys, not Viserys.

+ She and Rhaenyra did not have a close friendship as they would have a 10-year age difference.

≈ Alicent was the one to suggest to Viserys to marry Aegon to Rhaenyra. This shows she's politically savvy enough to anticipate a conflict of succession and preempt it before it began. In the show, it was Otto who suggested it.

— Asked Viserys to assign Criston Cole as her personal protector following the wedding where the Cole killed Joffrey Lonmouth.

≈ Never mistakenly thought Viserys wanted Aegon as his heir by misinterpreting a prophecy he told her on his deathbed.

Viserys I Targaryen

≈ Viserys is illustrated as a fat and jolly man to reflect how he was living in a time of wealth and peace.

≈ His defining characteristic was generosity with his festive tourneys and willingness to lavish people with gifts.

+ He was not known to have dragon dreams or be a scholar of Valyria. His main motivation was just wanting everyone to get along.

≈ He was only 28 when Aemma died and at that age, it would be reasonably expected for him to take a second wife.

+ He did not order Aemma's body to be cut for Baelon. There are no details of how the birth went in the book, save for the fact that Baelon only survived for a day.

≈ Threatened to disinherit Rhaenyra if she didn't agree to wed Laenor Velaryon. In the show, he negotiated with her, convincing her with prophecy and explaining the precarity of their relationship with House Velaryon.

— Almost died from an infected wound he had gotten from one of the blades of the Iron Throne. He only got better when Rhaenyra returned to King's Landing from Dragonstone and replaced the maester who was previously treating the king with her own.

+ Never outwardly hated Aegon II.

Daemon Targaryen

— Was good friends with Corlys Velaryon, especially following the campaign at the Stepstones.

≈ Was not in the Vale when his first wife, Rhea Royce, died.

≈ Battle of the Stepstones was an ongoing campaign that lasted for years. Daemon had to constantly defend that territory from Dorne and the Braavosi Triarchy.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

≈ Her handmaids were two sisters of Harwin Strong, not Alicent.

≈ The scandal wasn't that she was spotted in a pleasure house in Flea Bottom by Otto Hightower. It was that she had tried to seduce Ser Criston Cole, a story that was spread around by the fool Mushroom.

+ Never asked Otto Hightower to be removed as Hand of the King in order to marry Laenor. She only agreed to the betrothal because Viserys threatened to make Aegon heir instead of her if she didn't comply.

+ Never saw a white stag that confirmed she was the chosen one instead of her brother Aegon.

+ It is unclear whether she truly slept with either Criston or Harwin. While Harwin was there during the birth of her sons, he was also her personal champion and protector so he had reason to be there even if he wasn't the father.

≈ Was "stout and thick of waist" by the age of 20 because of her three pregnancies. This is important because the Greens and her other detractors often use her appearance against her.

— Always refered to Alicent's children as her "half-brothers" instead of her brothers (which could explain why Aegon II on the show thought she looked down on him).

— Looked over Laena while Laena was dying from childbirth.

≈ Didn't visit King's Landing to show Viserys her and Daemon's son prior Viserys's death. Viserys objected their union and of course wouldn't want to be presented with their children. It was Helaena and her children who visited Viserys on his deathbed.

Aegon II Targaryen

≈ He never mistakenly thought Viserys chose him instead like on the show.

Moreover, the prince at first refusedto be a part of his mother’s plans. “My sister is the heir, not me,” he says in Eustace’s account. “What sort of brother steals his sister’s birthright?” Only when Ser Criston convinced him that the princess must surely execute him and his brothers should she don the crown did Aegon waver. “Whilst any trueborn Targaryen yet lives, no Strong can ever hope to sit the Iron Throne,” Cole said. “Rhaenyra has no choice but to take your heads if she wishes her bastards to rule after her.” It was this, and only this, that persuaded Aegon to accept thecrown that the small council was offering him, insists our gentle septon.

(Note: Septon Eustace obviously has a bias as one of Aegon II's confidants; it's reasonable to assume that he would minimize Aegon's less savory habits. What is certain was Aegon did not initially want the crown and did indulge his sexual appetites, but whether his was more deviant than Rhaenyra's is up for debate.)

+ Was never caught masturbating in windows. He was, however, seen harassing servant girls and claimed to frequent the Flea Bottom child fighting pits. He was already very wanton and gluttonous in the books but the show ramped it to eleven, making his own bastard children fight and raping a servant girl.

Laena Targaryen nee Velaryon

— Had a close friendship with Rhaenyra.

≈ Was brought to her deathbed after childbirth. She died trying to walk to Vhagar, wishing to ride her one last time (much better than thhe self-immolation on the show imho, but your mileage may vary).

— Daemon carried her corpse back to bed.

≈ It was Laenor's funeral where Aemond claimed Vhagar, not Laena's.

Criston Cole

+ He was never confirmed to be Dornish, but it's not an impossibility. He was from Blackhaven which is situated at the edge of Dorne and the Stormlands.

≈ The tourney where he beat Daemon and won Rhaenyra's favor was not in celebration of the soon-to-be-born Baelon but was in celebration of Viserys having just ascended the throne.

≈ Killed Ser Joffrey Lonmouth in a tourney celebrating Rhaenyra and Laenor's wedding, not in the middle of the feast hall.

≈ Was the person who placed the crown on Aegon, not Otto. This is partially why he is called kingmaker.

Mysaria

≈ Had pale white skin typical of Lysene people.

≈ Actually got pregnant with Daemon's child but "lost her child during a storm on the narrow sea."

Miscellaneous character changes

≈ Rhaenys Targaryen had dark hair inherited from her Baratheon mother. This is important because it makes it more possible for her grandsons Jacaerys, Lucaerys, and Joffrey to have dark hair.

+ Otto Hightower didn't rat out Rhaenyra visiting the pleasure houses of Flea Bottom.

+ Helaena didn't have prophetic visions.

Though plumper and less striking than most Targaryens, Helaena was a pleasant, happy girl, and all agreed she would make a fine mother.

— Daeron was the most popular and handsome of Alicent's three sons.

≈ It was Rhaenys who was eager for battle and insisted they have the upper hand over the Greens with their dragonpower, and it was Daemon who told her that they needed to be cautious.

“Find riders to master Silverwing, Vermithor, and Seasmoke, and we will have nine dragons against Aegon’s four. Mount and fly their wild kin, and we will number twelve, even without Stormcloud,” Princess Rhaenys pointed out. “That is how we shall win this war.” [...] “At what cost?” Princess Rhaenyra wondered. “My sons would be riding three of those dragons, I remind you. [...] It will be five against four, and one of their four will be Vhagar. That is no advantage.” Surprisingly, Prince Daemon agreed with his wife. “ [...] I will not throw our dragons against the usurper’s unless I have no other choice. There are other ways to use them, better ways.” Then the prince laid his own strategies before the black council. [...] “We must fight this war with words before we go to battle,” the prince declared.

+ Melys bursting out of the Dragonpit during Aegon's coronation never happened.

≈ The maesters had a bigger role in the feud between the Blacks and the Greens. Maester Orwyle delivered the Greens' terms to the parley with Rhaenyra, not Otto. Alicent and Rhaenyra disagree which maester should be in charge of Viserys's treatments, each lobbying for their chosen maester to take care of him. (This is important when you remember that Oldtown is the seat of house Hightower and is also home to the Citadel, the institution where maesters are trained).

≈ The twin babes Jaehaerys and Jaehaera were clearly inbred, with Jaehaerys having 12 fingers and 12 toes and Jaehaera being small and simple-minded. Helaena and Aegon also had a second son called Maelor.

+ AEGON'S FRIGGIN' PROPHECY. Condal says in an interview that GRRM casually told the writers that Aegon had a dream about White Walkers sweeping the land, but surely it didn't mean Targaryen magical mandate passed down through generations because the Targ kings did absolutely NOTHING about the Wall. There was no dagger that only showed a message under fire.

[eaglesnick]

“Leverage is the reason some people become rich and others do not become rich” - Robert T Kiyosaki

The privatised water companies have been demanding price rises of between 24% and 91% over the next five years according to the Consumer Council for Water. The mainly foreign owned "English" water companies want to invest £96bn in water and sewage restructuring between now and 2030. New reservoirs, the first for over 30 years, will be built, leaks will be reduced and less sewage will be pumped into our waterways and seas.

Amen to that! But wait…

“English water firms have handed £57 billion to shareholders in the 30 years after privatisation.” (The London Economic: 28/10/21)

We, the consumer, having generously contributed to foreign share dividends for three decades to the tune of £2 billion per year, are now expected to part with even more money to pay for 30 years of private water company neglect. Meanwhile, the CEO’s of these private companies gave themselves a 20% pay rise for the year 2021-22, pocketing £24.8 million.

None of these facts are particularly new but what really irked me yesterday morning was an interview on BBC’s “Today" programme with David Henderson, CEO of Water UK, the organisation that represents all of the privately owned water companies.

Stressing the country’s need for “economic growth", Henderson said this would not be possible unless the water companies were allowed to drastically raise the price of water to cover the cost of investment needed to upgrade our water infrastructure. Talking of the need to increase water supply he stated:

“We have not built a reservoir in 30 years, even though our population has risen by 20% in that time. And that’s because we have been blocked by regulators and by planning officials around the country.”

The cheek!

According to New Civil Engineer magazine (01/09/22)

“There is a seemingly direct link between the 1989 privatisation of water companies in the UK and the ceasing of new reservoirs being built. While there have been a number of flood alleviation reservoirs built by the Environment Agency in this time, the water companies have not invested in potable drinking reservoirs.”

While I have no doubt that some applications for new reservoirs have been refused by planning authorities the main reason for inadequate reservoir capacity is the reluctance of the privately owned water companies to spend money on investment. Despite what David Henderson said on the Today programme this is a headline from the Express:

“Water firms ‘sold off reservoirs that could have eased drought' - Profit ahead of supply" (10/08.22)

In defending the private water companies Henderson was merely doing his job - after all that is what he is paid to do - but unfortunately their behaviour is indefensible. The reason that our waterway infrastructure is near collapse is not because investment plans have been blocked by “regulators and planning officials" but because of greed.

When Margaret Thatcher privatised the previously publicly owned water companies she sold this national asset for a grand total of £7.6bn. In addition she gave the newly created privately owned water companies a “green dowry" of £1.5bn. At time of purchase the water companies were totally debt free.

Fast-forward and what do we find?

“Water firms’ debts since privatisation hit £54bn as Ofwat refuses to impose limits.” Guardian: 01/12.22)

The water companies have spent the last few decades borrowing money, not to improve the water supply and sewage disposal infrastructure, but to pay dividends to shareholders. According to Ofwat’s own figures the water companies have been running ratios of debt to capital value as high as 80%. Water company share holders (70% owned by foreign investors) have received £65.9bn in dividends and it is calculated that 20% of household water bills go towards paying for the debt that rewards these shareholders.

Rachel Reeves much heralded national wealth fund is supposed to be a central plank of the Labour governments “Green Prosperity Plan” but Labour’s earlier promise to nationalise the dysfunctional private water companies has now been abandoned.

David Henderson has issued what in effect is a blackmail ultimatum to the new Labour Government that without massive price rises in consumer water bills, the Labour Party can kiss their dreams of economic growth goodbye.

Today Ofwat, the water regulator, sanctioned an average increase in water bills of 21%, some companies charging as much as 44% more over a five year period. This is a third less than what the water companies demanded, but even a 21% rise over five years is an increase of 4% a year, twice the inflation rate target of the Bank of England.

An interesting case study will be that of Thames Water which has dire financial problems due to building up a debt of £14bn (while still paying out tens of millions in dividends to its shareholders). It remains to be seen if Thames Water will be allowed to go bust or whether the new Labour Government will step in and bail it out but maybe this headline gives us a clue:

“Labour abstain on bid to criminalize water companies for sewage pollution” (Canary: 17/05/24)

[artsinus]

Recent arts

I just drew some quick little traditional drawings of Bambinata from PGR and some woman I made up that i thought i drew decently.

Ignore the weird perspective I’m still learnin 😩

Aside from that however, there was a drawing I was workin on that I doubt will be working on for a while. This drawing was supposed to be my big grand entrance back to digital, but I keep messing up so i’m just going to post it as a WIP and work on it later. It’s a drawing of Onikata Kayoko from Blue Archive, another gacha game i’ve been playing.

You can stop readin here cuz i’m gonna detail my journey of Blue Archive.

I never usually play games like Blue Archive because I despise games that are boring to play (usually idle games). I avoided Blue Archive not only because it didn’t look fun to play, but the community is extremely sussy which is creepy considering almost everyone in the game are underage minors. Personally, it ain’t real so idc but It’s still pretty icky to me. Recently however, I found the animator named BlueSeichi, who animated cute stuff about Blue Archive. Here is where I learned about the OST of BA, which is stupidly good for no reason. Due to this, I downloaded the game, and I’m having fun with it as my casual game while PGR is my main game. My top 3 favorite characters rn are Kayoko, Wakamo, and Toki.

The characters of BA carry the game, everybody having unique personalities. P.S, Kayoko and Wakamo are the only confirmed adults so what a coincidence 🤔. I also realized that the gameplay ain’t as braindead as I though, with it requiring skill timing and team building to actually clear harder content as apposed to pure brute force with leveling up. If I had to say what the hardest gacha games I played were, it’d be Arknights, Punishing: Gray Raven and then Blue Archive. The gameplay just has so much charm and personality to it.

Do yer want to know why I love Kayoko and Wakamo so much? Kayokos such a sweet heart, even with how she looks. In her description, she’s literally the only sane one in Problem Solvers 68 and she literally keeps it from crashing breh😩. She’s also a cat and music lover so based. Everybody in Problem Solvers is such a goofball, but Kayoko just follows along with their shenanigans just because she doesn’t want to break people’s expectations that she isn’t a delinquet. She knows how she looks may be detering, but she doesn’t care enough to change it. She also has some mystery to her, as it was revealed she knows Ako, from the Disciplinary Committe, one of the big bois that protect Gehenna. So, people say she used to work in the club, but it doesn’t make sense why she’d leave to go to join a rowdy troublemaking group full of nutjobs. Overall she’s a mystery overall, being disguised as a delinquent even tho she’s actually competent.

Wakamo, is crazy. In a good way. She’s basically a yandere, but one you can fix. Literally. Basically she’s one of the seven prisoners who broke out after the disappearance of the general student council president. She’s pretty violent and destroys every place she goes. When she met Sensei however, she developed love at first sight, and she kinda just stalks him. However, she actually listens to what Sensei says if he reprimands her, since she started holding back her violence specifically for Sensei. Like seriously, if Sensei tried, he could actually fix Wakamo, which is why I like her so much because she isn’t just your typical yandere.

And toki is just cool. I think i’ll like her more if I read her relationship stories, but the fact she can transform into a cool mecha suit is super badass ngl.

Blur archive has been quite the experience for me, and I an actively looking more osts for my playlist.

[seirei-bh]

Resolving Ashelin plot holes in Jak 3

I originally wrote all of this essay in a Word document for myself, trying to find various possible solutions for those plot holes, as something for my fanfic, but since I've spent months thinking about it and trying to figure it out on my own, I wanted to share my entire struggle with these issues here with the fandom too XD because maybe they could help to some people who also writes fics or we could just share opinions about it.

The plot holes were big and I don't know how they could have gone unnoticed the first time I played Jak 3, omg~

Ashelin's main problems and plot holes were:

1) Ashelin knew that Damas was still alive, but she didn't tell anyone.

2) Ashelin knew that both Jak and Damas belonged to the House of Mar since she gave the Seal of Mar to Jak in the oasis, and because she knew Damas before he was banished, but she never mentioned any of this to either Jak or Damas. Maybe she didn't know for sure that The Kid of the Underground was Damas's son, but she could have at least deduced that they were family and that Damas could be his uncle or something similar.

3) There is no explanation about how Ashelin managed to find out that Damas was still alive after his banishment, how she found him, and why Ashelin had a beacon to call him (the beacon she gave to Jak at the beginning of the game).

4) Ashelin had the power to directly dissolved the Grand Council without any problems, but she didn't do it before Jak was banished.

Okay, let's first resolve the issues regarding Damas:

1) The first problem can be solved simply by Damas making Ashelin promise that she would never tell anyone that he was still alive, so Baron Praxis wouldn't try to go find him, kill him, and wouldn't find out Spargus's existence. And she didn't tell this to the Underground either probably because Damas was already king of Spargus when Ashelin found him and he had no intention of ruling Haven again.

This issue actually could have been solved just with a line of dialogue and it's something at least to can imagine easily, but the other two problems are more difficult to solve, especially the second.

2) I can understand why Ashelin didn't tell Jak about Damas being his family at the beginning of the game because she was busy fighting a civil war and ruling a ruined city, also because she needed Jak to return to the city, and also the promise she (maybe) made to Damas. But she had had other opportunities throughout the game to mention it to Jak after Jak met Damas in the desert, or at the very least to tell him that Damas was perhaps his relative, without specifying why or how. I can also understand that it would be very difficult for her to explain the whole time travel mess to Damas, but still, it's no reason not to at least tell Jak. Or to tell it to Samos, Keira or Daxter, because they are the ones involved in the time travel and the characters closer to Jak since his childhood, so some of them could help her to explain all that to Damas. So a possible option that I have thought of is that Onin told Ashelin that she should not say anything so as not to intervene in the fate that the Precursors have in store for Jak. It's still a cheap excuse, but Onin is the character who always seems to know more about the future than everyone else. So my final conclusion was that Onin convinced her not to tell Jak, while Damas convinced her not to talk about his own existence to others or reveal that he was the king of Haven City. Besides in this way Onin's role in this game would be useful, lol, because I swear she got the same writing problems than Keira.

p.s.: I've read somewhere that some people think that Ashelin never told him just so that Jak would return to Haven City and not stay in Spargus, but Ashelin is not a villain like her father nor a manipulative person (that's Rayn, lol .And Onin-Pecker-Samos too in some way, but only for the greater good) so I doubt it. As I said it could have been a believable excuse at the beginning for tense moments in the war and having to take drastic decisions, but not throughout the entire game. She's a good person, dammit. However I admit this could have been an interesting idea but only with a better and longer writing and with a proper character development of both or the to create more drama and tension between Jak and the City, and even a reflection for Jak himself on whether he should put his personal affairs above the good of others or if the right answer is the opposite, and a post conversation with Damas about this and what means to be a hero and a ruler...

3) Now we are going to try to solve the third problem… here I came up with three options: A) Ashelin gave Damas that beacon so that he could tell him that he was still alive and Damas activated it only years later to ask for help at some point . B) Sig, any other wastelander spy or even Damas himself, went to Haven City and asked Ashelin directly if she knew anything about The Kid's kidnapping, and then they stayed in touch because she promised she would try to find out where the kid was. C) Ashelin ventured into the desert at some point before Jak2 events or sent someone to look for Damas to see if he was alive and perhaps ask him to return to the city, which he refused, but Damas still gave her a beacon to keep in touch because he appreciates her.

4) Now there is the matter of the Grand Council. Well, this isn't exactly a plot hole, it's lazy writing XD There's no logical excuse in the game, unless at that time Ashelin had more power than before for unexplained reasons or just scrapped democracy and became a dictator like her father, lol. She also might have gained more political power over the war issue, but this is conjecture. Personally my decision with this has been to change this completely in my fanfic for another type of more coherent path, so Ashelin would not have the power to resolve the Council just like that in that scene, but she would have to balance the power later and gradually take power away from Veger (I didn't post the chapters with that subplot yet, so I won't be very specific, but it is based on Ashelin gradually acquiring more power and influence among other politicians in a slower, but also more rational and cunning way, GoT style~)

As a side note, we also have the issue that they completely removed the romantic relationship supposedly established between Torn and Ashelin at the end of Jak 2, and replaced it with Ashelin with Jak, forgetting about Keira's existence as well, but that's not exactly a plot hole either, it's forced rewriting, and at least it was solved in Jak X.

OOHH, and there is a problem also related to her design, and I'm not only referring to her soldier uniform is totally sexualized and that's not funtional for a soldier either for a ruler who wants to be respected, but there is also other problem: she still wear the symbol of the old KG on the shoulder, while she should be wearing the symbol of the Freedom League, and probably also some blue/yellow colors instead of only red.

Well, that's all... it's amazing how I used to think the biggest problem with Jak 3 were the writing of Keira, Errol and the Dark Makers. Because the more you write, the more you find plot holes with other characters and subplots.

[mademoiselle-cookie]

Obi-Wan is a Gary-Stu?

This accusation really surprised me. How can we see this guy as a perfect and overpowered being? Annoying at worse, everyone has their own sensitivity, but that's not enough to make him a Gary Stu.

(Warning, what follows is only based on my memories. I can forget stuff)

Is he overpowered with the Force? It's never said or shown that he's special in that area, so he's at most just quite powerful. Nothing to do with Yoda or Anakin who are said to have broken records with their midi-chlorians, anyway. He's very good at animal and mind control, and never fails, but the only one it happens to is a Padawan.

Is he physically strong? Although he knows how to fight very well, he is only a simple human (just boosted by the Force). And from a lightsaber mastery point of view, even though he can take 2 Sith at the same time, he also lost several times against Dooku. And if he is obviously excellent with firearms, he uses them twice max (not counting the Kenobi series which I have not seen). Given his age, what little we see of his physical abilities clearly comes from his training and experience, not from an incredible innate talent.

Does he have a prestigious position? He is a Council Member, the governing body of the Jedi Order, but he is also not the Grand Master of the Order or the Head of the Council. Even if he looks younger than the others, it's never emphasized. And the Council itself is subordinate to the Senate. Even a young and kind Senator like Riyo thought she could give him orders as she pleased.

Is it particularly special? He is not the chosen one of a prophecy, nor the person the embodiment of the Force has chosen as his replacement, or the child of a being extremely powerful and important to the Force itself. He is not even the main character of the saga. In TCW, you really only see 3 of his men, very underdeveloped (mostly Cody), and one gets killed without us seeing Obi-Wan's reaction. Nothing like the 501st. Even though The Mandalorians were brought into TCW for storylines about him, his romance with Satine exists completely for Anakin and not for him. The only thing really special about him is how obsessed villains, and especially Siths, are with him (it's indeed one of the Sue's traits).

Do we particularly praise him? He's the only one I remember having a nickname in the movies/series, and his ship is named after him (again, that's the only one it's about. The others are values like the Endurance or the Resolute). But that's background. When it comes to characters paying him compliments, there are quite a few for someone so well-known. I remember Leia asking for his help in ANH, Qui-Gon in TPM (but he also criticizes him a lot) Anakin in AOTC (but same as Qui-Gon), and I believe Satine (but again she spends more time criticizing him and I think she mostly compliments his looks). On the other hand, there are times when praising him was possible, even logical, but completely missed:

in the Malevolence arc, everyone compliments Anakin for going to the enemy ship (while he's just fixing the consequences of his own decisions) but nothing at all about Obi-Wan following him (which everyone knows);

in the Umbara arc, the 501st compares Krell's incompetence to Anakin's skill, but no word on the only other Jedi on the planet, Jedi who loves and protects his men, Jedi who knows about the 501st and reassured blue virus survivors when their own General didn't care, Jedi who will lose one of his most known men for the public;

In Rebel, with the many, many times Rex compliments Anakin, Gregor could have done the same thing, he'd have better reasons to (and I would have cared about his death. I hadn't seen TCW yet at that time).

Anakin (who is admittedly the main character but above all a future Sith who is clearly on this slope apart in TPM) receives MUCH more praise.

Is he of prestigious descent? We don't know his family at all and he never talks about it (again, not seen the Kenobi series). I don't even remember his home planet being mentioned in movies and TV shows. As far as we know, his parents are absolutely nothing special. They are neither kings, nor senators, nor influential, nor rich.

Does he ever fail? Forgetting all about Anakin's downfall because it wasn't his fault, in TPM he lets himself be overcome by anger and grief and almost gets killed by Maul. In the AOTC, he is too arrogant and overprotective to trust Anakin and gets scolded for it. In TCW, he admits that he would have left the Jedi Order for Satine, he allows himself to be dominated by his anger against Maul again, and - even if it is understandable because it was deserved and that he was tortured mentally and physically for several days - the smile he threw at Rex before he killed the Zygerrian does not really fit in with Jedi values.

Does he have a perfect life? His people were slaughtered by his own student whom he raised, the galaxy he swore to protect applauded this genocide, those responsible for this massacre rose to power, his master, the woman he loved and a close friend died before his eyes, he ended up spending 19 years on a desert planet that was nothing, Bail Organa died along with his entire planet, and in the OT era he, Yoda and Luke were the last Jedi alive.

So no.

Of course, when you're next to the walking disaster that is Anakin, it's easy to look perfect (especially since Obi-Wan is literally the foil of Anakin, the example of what he should be or do). Add to the fact that he's played by a handsome, charismatic actor and the character is funny and calm, where main character Anakin was extremely embarrassing and creepy, the comparison stings and can make people who identify with the latter uncomfortable.

That doesn't mean Obi-Wan is actually perfect. He would not have needed to have development arcs in TPM and AOTC. And that's why we love him. Not because he's perfect (95% of people who say that are joking) and everything is easy for him, but because it's extremely, painfully hard. He tries. He always tries to be good, to do good. He always, always does his best. He's just a human, with flaws and selfish desires, which makes his repeated choices to stay on the light side, even after losing everything, even more beautiful.

[marvelstars]

Baylan Skoll and Anakin Skywalker

I am actually liking Baylan more and more, if he was a Jedi of the old Order his reaction to Anakin, his indignation about him turning to the darkside after being an actual celebrity in the republic and in some ways, at the Temple, then his words here are completely understable but the fact of the matter is that he isn´t hidding he himself is close to the darkside if he hasn´t fallen already, he is ready to begin another galactic war for his own reasons and has made an actual alliance with the remains of the Empire, at the point he´s being called "Lord Baylan" as an echo of "Lord Vader" and his main motivation seems to be "secure the future" with "power beyond their imagination"

Still given he is about to fight Ahsoka here and comented to Morgan he didn´t want to kill her because very few Jedi remained, I believe we have to take his words to Ahsoka with a grain of salt, here he wanted to make her angry so she would attack sooner and make mistakes during their duel, this is a common strategy in swordmanship and given he seems to have some hability to read minds, then his words to Ahsoka here may have a lot more to do with what Ahsoka herself believes happened and not so much his own take on Anakin´s story.

Words like "That´s why you abandoned him?" "Your legacy, just like your master is full of death and destruction" I believe those are ideas Ahsoka keeps telling herself over and over again and are part of the reason why she keeps herself appart from everybody, including Sabine and Hera, the people closer to her at the moment.

But this "Anakin spoke highly of you" sounds too personal, he´s calling Anakin by his name, not skywalker, like the majority of Jedi called him, Jedi called each other by their last names when they didn´t have a close bond, he admits he didn´t know Anakin personally but "everybody in the Order knew who Anakin Skywalker was" so he definitely wasnt close to him yet he knows how well Anakin spoke of Ahsoka and how much he cared about her, this is unusual for a Jedi, Anakin didn´t talk much with other members of the Order besides Obi-Wan and the Jedi council, especially in the last years of the war before Ahsoka left and Ahsoka didn´t know him either so his knowledge about them is because he has a personal investment in knowing about them.

Baylan sounds like someone who used to follow Anakin´s story and to a point had a fascination with it, including his relationship with Ahsoka and now he´s symbolically taking Lord Vader´s place in company of the "Heir of the Empire" but I don´t believe this is his end game, some fans have the theory that he probably wants to have access to the world between worlds portal which is on Thrawn´s ship "The Chimera" and in this sense, his words about getting power beyond imagination makes a lot of sense, he isn´t a full sith yet here so he would be able to make changes in the timeline if he´s able to enter the world between worlds.

Or maybe not, maybe he wants to rebuilt a new galactic order with Thrawn, one different to the one Palpatine built with Vader, especially now that there´s already a sector of the surviving imperial grand admirals looking towards bringing Palpatine back from death.

I also wonder if he knows or suspects it was Vader himself the one who killed Palpatine and that´s why adapting a symol and place within the new Empire doesn´t bother him as much, because if he, in some way, is still attracted to Anakin´s story then him discovering he killed the Emperor would bring it back in full and maybe motivate him into action, like he´s doing now and taking a stand after many years of hiding.

I also believe he has many issues with the Republic, the way he killed the republic officers was too violent in comparision to how contained he has shown himself to be in the rest of the series, his "We are not Jedi" sounds too full of anger and pain and I wonder if he, in some way, is resentful of the republic for giving their backs to the Jedi in their highest moment of need and that´s why he´s supporting an imperial galactic order, just one not ran by the Sith.

[trialbystory]

Hmmm. Fic you maybe aren't doing now but would like to do in the future rwby and otherwise at a later date. As big and grand as you'd like. All about it. What is it based on, pairings, general plot, etc.

One RWBY answer and one OriginalFiction answer. Rwby first.

Here's a loose idea for a RWBY fic I haven't talked about anywhere and only have a single line written down for in my notes app but have A LOT of random thoughts for. Contemporary paranormal/occultism setting, think along the lines of the Dresden Files. But our main character isn't a gruff yet affable wizard-for-hire. It's Weiss (just Weiss). A necromancer, not yet fully aware of the greater mysteries of the world or even her own existence, but she's got a chip on her shoulder and a thread to pull on that leads her ever-closer to solving a very personal vendetta, but also embroils her in an unseen conflict that threatens so much more than her little piece of reality. It's a White Rose polyfic with the third (and beyond?) member undecided, but Weiss is the lead protag, Ruby shows up relatively early in a support capacity. She'll be some manner of maker or techy-type. And I like Maria as an instructor/mentor of some sort for Weiss. I have vague ideas for including Cinder and Winter, but nothing approaching solid for anyone else yet. This idea started because I have a page in StandardNotes that's several context-less quotes from various things I like and I did a thought exercise where I tried come up with a concept that might eventually use all of them, and that became this. If you want to try and fantasy book what this might end up looking like, here's the list of quotes as it currently stands. There were others when I first came up with this that I've since changed my mind on. There might be more that get added before work truly begins.

That got longer than intended. OriginalFiction idea below the break.

You want grand? Let me introduce you to something I came up with originally back in 2019 that I currently refer to as Project Opus.

Three stories. Completely individual and stand alone, in no way will they be explicitly grouped together. But if you pay attention you'll start to notice things. Someone in Story A will talk about an event from Story B as if they lived it. Or there will be a news report in the background of Story C that might give people who've been following one of the other two some deja vu. Or the same scene, playing out in 2 or all 3 stories from different points of view.

Story A is the baseline. A slice-of-life story about mostly normal people in a mostly normal world. Sometimes exciting or unusual things will happen, but it's mostly taken in stride. Such events are notable, but not necessarily unusual, if you take my meaning. Story B Is what's behind the Masquerade. It shares its setting with Story A, but its world is very different. To use a metaphor from movies, Story B is what Neo, Morpheus, and the rest of the Nebuchadnezzar's crew are doing inside the Matrix, while Story A follows the regular people go about their lives unaware of what's happening just under their noses. And Story C is the meat of it. Observers or overseers. Puppetmasters watching and controlling everything from behind the scenes. A lot of the individual narrative of this one will be powerplays and intrigue among these people and the different goals they may have. Like the folks running the park in WestWorld, though I think they'll be actually in the same world as A and B rather than apart from/above it. Shadowy councils and hidden conspiracies. You can follow any one of them and enjoy a self-contained story. But if you're reading all three, and if you're paying attention, you start to see the Narrative. The actual story that's being told across all of these three together. Where might that lead? Yeah, there's a reason I call this Project Opus. If I actually manage to pull it off it will without question be my magnum opus. Which is hilarious, because back when I first started writing I adopted "Opus In Progress" as a sort of personal motto. But it's supposed to be aspirational. Always push forward, try to make each work better than the last one, so if someone asks me what my 'opus' is (not that I actually expect anyone to), the answer is always "The WIP I'm making right now." But if this ever actually becomes a thing, the way I currently envision it, I don't know that I'd be able to top it.

[aquadestinyswriting]

✏️"what are your current WIPs about?"

Hiya friend, thanks so much for the ask.

I think I'll answer for the various overall series for this one, as the individual wip list is fairly lengthty. Popping the rest of this under a cut as it's going to get long.

The Wizard's Tale

This is the story going on in the background of the Destiny's New Servants D&D campaign the vast majority of my writing is based on.

Selene Frigidwake is the Grand Magus of the city of Toreguarde and one third of the Triumverate Council that runs the city-state. When the seal over the Hellmouth under her tower starts failing, Selene has to scramble to find a solution. Even after she does, she still has to try navigating Toreguarde's politics to keep the peace between the various peoples living in the city and making sure the political relationship between Toreguarde and the dwarven capital of Fangthane doesn't break down more than it already has.

Add onto that the fact that her city is nicknamed 'Target' for a reason, and that the Chancellor, Reginal Schreiber, is doing everything in his power to get rid of her, and you have a recipe for disaster.

TLDR: The story is, basically, about one of the major background NPCs trying to keep things together while the plot of the campaign is happening.

The Trouble with Meredith

This one is basically the backstory of my other main character before she joined the Destiny's New Servants campaign. This series goes over part of her young childhood, where it's discovered that Meredith is a Shaper, then covers the year-ish before she leaves her home city of Fangthane to follow her Destiny to save the city of Toreguarde from falling into the Hellmouth under the wizard's tower. This series also provides some of the background political stuff that was going on in Fangthane that probably won't become supremely plot-relevant later on down the line.

Fangthane's Folly and the Anvil's Fall

The start of this WIP is based on the events that took place during the Destiny's New Servants D&D campaign, then follows Meredith after she has to leave her party due to the plot of said campaign.

Basically, the relationship between Toreguarde and Fangthane finally breaks down entirely, a religious schism kicks off a civil war in Fangthane and those filthy, rotten cultists behind it all work to kick-start the End of the World. Most of the story follows Meredith as she works in the background of most of the latter half of the Destiny's New Servants campaign to try and stop her mother-in-law from destroying everything out of spite.

Titan Fighting Fantasy- Modern AU

I think I'll let the summary of this one speak for itself:

Constable Meredith Gruksdottir of the Stronghold Guardian Corps division for the Kingdom of Fangthane has screwed up. Royally. A bust gone wrong has led to her immediate transfer away from her home city to work in the Fangthane Consulate of Toreguarde. While working her way back up from the bottom of the barrel, Meredith ends up literally bumping into Detective Elowyn O'Toreguarde while the latter is investigating the notorious Grimebeard Gang, who are suspected of attempting to assassinate the ruling Council of Toreguarde. When the Fangthane Consulate is attacked by what appears to be a Toreguarde-grown Nationalist group known only as the Brotherhood, the two women are forced to work together to try and prevent war from breaking out between the two nations.

This one is basically a modernised, alternative universe re-telling of the Grimebeard and Brotherhood of Cleaving plotlines from the Destiny's New Servants campaign and was inspired by a currently ongoing re-watch of Due South.

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Why do the stars never align

Anakin/Female Obi-Wan, Soulmark AU

Summary: Where Anakin and Padme are soulmates, tied by the red-string of fate and matching marks. But it is Obi-Wan who has Darth Vader’s name on her wrist.

Main Events/Notes

Obi-Wan's soulmark essentially haunted her for most of her early stay in the Jedi Temple. The whole reason she nearly got sent to Agricorps is because the Jedi Council thought this meant she would fall. This was put to a stop by Qui-Gon who intervened by saying he would take on Obi-Wan as an apprentice and keep her from going dark side.

"You assume this mark means she'll fall, but what if it's the opposite? What if this means she's meant to bring one of theirs back to the light?"

Obi-Wan is pretty much treated like a ticking time bomb. The rumors follow her less after her Qui-Gon takes her as a padawan. But the rumors resurge after he dies and Obi-Wan 'defeats' Darth Maul. A young Anakin faces the brunt of it.

"If you don't feel comfortable having me as your master, I can always petition for someone else to take over your training." "I don't care who your fated is. I'll always stay by your side. Your my master and I'm your padawan."

When Count Dooku is discovered to be the Sith apprentice, the council nearly sends Obi-Wan away.

"Was this all a ploy by your old padawan, Master Yoda? To use his own padawan, your grand-padawan, might I add, to claim the young Obi-Wan?"

"I know you want to argue against the council. But we must trust in the Force, Anakin." "Trust the Force? It's because of the Force that they're locking you away in the first place! You didn't do anything wrong, Master! You never asked to be bonded to the damn Sith!"

Anakin goes after Count Dooku, all the more enraged now that Obi-Wan was being held as a prisoner. At the Count's death and finding of evidence that Dooku had no ulterior motive with Obi-Wan, the council lets Obi-Wan go.

Cue other events. Anakin gets more disillusioned with the council and how they treat both him and Obi-Wan. But he attempts to stay strong for Obi-Wan's sake.

As Anakin grows up, he becomes concerned with his dreams. He sees Padme dying and he hears Obi-Wan screaming in pain at the hands of her fated. Cue self-fulfilling prophecy vibes where every bad dream Anakin tries to prevent essentially comes to fruition. So desperate to save his wife and his master from her Sith fated, Anakin falls to the Dark Side.

Obi-Wan battles Anakin. In the middle of their battle, Padme dies giving birth to the twins and Obi-Wan gets severely injured. Obi-Wan runs away from everything, realizing that the same Sith she had been avoiding her whole life was the man her padawan ended up being.

Possibly maybe cue a Obi-Wan on-the-run continuation as she tries to escape Darth Vader.

Notes: Just an idea so far with nothing yet on the sequel. This was just an outline of what I saw happening for the prequel timeline.

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Second Born

This story was one of my offerings for #Kiara Theron Appreciation Week 2023, Day 4: Family/Friends/Relationships. It is later than usual (even by my standards), and I have no expectations for it to be added to any Masterlist other than mine.

The original idea was a collection of drabbles based upon a canon incident involving the Lady of House Theron that just has to affect /impact her, or at least I think it would. As is typical with my writing, the stories would be crafted with more head canon than actual canon.

I’m sticking with that premise, with one exception: instead of drabbles contained within one fic, I am breaking it out into five separate stories for two reasons: Instead of rushing through five stories, I can take my time with each one, hopefully providing more depth and context;  and it provides Kiara content at various times throughout the year (why should MC and main LIs have all the fun?).

Starting off with Second Born, a Liara story exploring Kiara’s initial reactions and responses to her brother Ezekiel renouncing the Castelsarreillan Dukeship.

Huge thanks to @lizzybeth1986 and @sazanes for hosting this event and THANK YOU to all who will read this story. Your likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated more than you know!

Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Editor rates this fic as 99% error-free.

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song Inspo: House Song, Searows

Word Count: 1,321

Pairings: Liam x Kiara

Rating T for Teen

House Theron, Duchy of Castelsarreillan

Kiara Theron stalked across her Great House’s grand foyer, her stiletto heels tapping sharply against silver-veined black marble. Her arms were held tightly to her side, her hands clenched into fists. Her lips were pressed into a thin line; her hair bounced in the space between her shoulder blades.

“Lady Kiara!”

The hushed shout echoed softly throughout the large space; Kiara ignored it as she disappeared into one of several formal dining rooms. As she stalked through the room, her eyes critically surveyed the dining table, properly set with Wedgewood china and Waterford crystal while it awaited occupants and lunch.

When her follower arrived, he pushed the door partly shut; it allowed them a semblance of privacy while still adhering to propriety. The room was incredibly large, rivaling that of any in the Palace; he found himself seeking Kiara out, finding her staring out a curtained French window, her eyes trained on the group still chatting on the front steps.

“Kiara,” King Liam murmured in her ear. “Love, what’s wrong?”

The Lady of House Theron stamped her foot against the cherrywood floor as she whirled to face her lover.

“YOU KNOW what’s wrong! You were there!”

She placed her palms flat against his shirt-covered chest, lightly pushing him. Liam didn’t move.

“How … how Ezekiel could announce in front of the ENTIRE royal entourage that he’s abdicating the Dukeship before telling me and our parents? And then my parents APPROVING of it!”

Liam stepped back slightly, studying his lover attentively. “I would think being named Duchess of Castelsarreillan would be cause for celebration and congratulations, not wrath and consternation.”

Kiara took a few steps away before slowly sitting in a dining chair, her lips pushed to the side as she exhaled a frustrated breath. She tilted her head up to meet the monarch’s gaze.

“I don’t want to be Duchess. I am the second-born, which means … or meant I was free to pursue my own path. Ownership of a duchy and ruling over its citizens was not a part of that!”

Liam sat in the chair next to her, the palm of his hand covering the top of hers.

“As trite and overused as the phrase is, you were bred for this. You’ve always been House Theron’s representative. At Council meetings, at galas and charity functions. Frankly, I believe all of Court had forgotten Ezekiel was next in the line of succession.”

“I was the ambassador for my house! NOT the heir apparent,” Kiara huffed, snatching her hand away before dropping her face into her palms. “I don’t want to be permanently tied to Cordonia! There’s entire world beyond our borders, and I want to see it. The only reason I’m here right now is because I agreed to an arrangement with you.”

She glanced quickly at Liam, but his expression was neutral. “That sounds horrible, but you know my heart is in travel, negotiations, and languages. Eventually, a UN ambassadorship! It always has been, and now that I have the opportunity to put my education and training to good use … I can’t because Ezekiel wants to be a VETERINARIAN!”

Tears of frustration welled in the corners of her eyes.

“Veterinary medicine is an honorable profession,” Liam replied slowly, unsure if he were adding gasoline to the fire.

“HE DOESN’T WANT TO BE A VETERINARIAN!” Kiara yelled. Her fist pounded the table. “A lifelong dream that NO ONE KNEW ABOUT, he just blurts out in front of EVERYONE?” She shook her head vigorously. “No, that was just to impress Penelope. He simply doesn’t want to be Duke!”

Liam nods slowly. “Much like Leo didn’t want to be King.”

“But why?” Kiara’s question was strangled, as if her frustration and anger were lodged in her throat, choking her. “Why do they get to do as they please? How do they get to shirk responsibility? And why is it automatically presumed that the second-born child will just be held accountable for someone else’s duty?”

Quiet as Liam pondered an answer. He cleared his throat after a few moments before speaking.

“We’re called spares for a reason. In our circles, birth order determines who is the chosen one; it doesn’t always mean that they are the correct one for the responsibility that comes with governance. The entire purpose of leadership is to push forward in a positive direction with a propensity towards betterment. For all. That requires a level of service that not many have, a selflessness that must be constantly cultivated, an objectivity.

“I wasn’t happy when Leo abdicated, but I knew I would step up. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to. Same as you, I was taught and groomed to be the representative, and much like you … I enjoyed it for the fact that it was a temporary thing. And when it became permanent, I still enjoyed it. Unlike you, I didn’t have any plans towards a future endeavor. I found myself, my purpose when Leo stepped down.”

Kiara’s eyes searched Liam’s; they were calm, clear, accepting of his situation.

“What if I don’t want to do it?” she asks softly, plaintively.

“You don’t have to. You can refuse, and upon your parents’ deaths, the duchy reverts to the Crown’s ownership, to be bestowed or sold at the ruling monarch’s discretion.”

Kiara processed Liam’s statement. Castelsarreillan had belonged to Theron lineage for centuries, multiple centuries. Back to a time there was no Cordonia, and the primitive land was filled with magic and legends. That fact raised her ire even more: It wasn’t on her to ensure that the family line retain it a century more.

And yet, now it was.

“What if … what if there are children? Future heirs to the duchy?”

Liam shakes his head. “You know as well as I do that a renunciation or refusal to assume the position offered is absolute. Of course, provisions can be made for the last of a bloodline; in this scenario, that would apply to Ezekiel only. “

“Because I’m a woman, and any children I would bear would only carry my blood and not the Theron name.” Kiara finished Liam’s thought in a tone laced with both annoyance and resignation.

Her lover shrugged his broad shoulders; the Lady lightly licked her lips at seeing how his frame perfectly fit his suit jacket. “I don’t make the rules.”

This elicited a small chuckle from Kiara. “You’re the KING! Of course you do!” She lightly swatted his upper arm; her fingertips lingered at the feel of defined muscle.

Liam flashed her a small smile before chewing on his lower lip, a tell that he was contemplating something.

“You do realize that the ascension would not be immediate. Your parents are both fairly young and in good health. The paperwork is merely a formality, securing the line of succession. You would have many years to pursue your goals and ambitions. And being a Duchess wouldn’t restrict you from having a career.”

The slam of the front entry doors alerted the pair that the others were preparing to join them. Kiara stared silently at the ivory-colored soup bowl, its edges rimmed with a 24-carat gold band.

“I know that; it’s just that it makes me feel as if I’ve run out of time. That my hopes, dreams, goals are now on some accelerated schedule, and I have to rush through my life to live with another’s life choice. And for what? If something does develop between Zeke and Penelope, he becomes a Duke regardless.”

She swallowed heavily as her fingertip idly traced the bowl’s golden ring.  

“I just can’t help but wonder if Leo and Ezekiel realize that their actions, aside from being the largest dereliction of duty, alters the trajectory of history.”

Liam leaned in closer to Kiara, smelling her hair and inhaling her scent for the briefest of moments before drawing away as chatter and footsteps drew closer.

“Or they’ve given us a chance to make history.”

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your wizards are seriously so awesome tell. me. everything

WOW this ask looks so broken on mobile for some reason but YAYYY YIPPEEEEE WUNCLE WORLD ^_^ surprisingly fleshed out for a world where literally the only two characters I've been able to think up names for are the titular Wuncle and Earnest.

Wait im gonna put this infodump under a read more. Just in case. Yeah it's a long one.

ANYWAYS it's from a concept I came up with some time last year I think? (GOING BACK AFTER LOOKING UP WHEN I FIRST TALKED ABOUT THEM. IT WAS THIS YEAR. LOL.) Earnest is this miserable kid in the 'real' world whose parents died in a ~MYSTERIOUS INCIDENT~. One day out of nowhere their deadbeat uncle Joe (who they barely remember, hasn't seen him since the death of their parents) yanks them into the MAGIC world where he reveals that he and Earnest's mom come from a super long line of extremely powerful wizards, that Earnest's mom only moved to Boring World to be with the cringe fail love of her life or whatever 🙄, and that Earnest should basically come live with him in his AWESOME WIZARD TOWER instead of the STUPID REAL WORLD so they can study under him to become the next great wizard in the family or whatever.

Instead of being super hyped for this opportunity like Joe THINKS is gonna happen, Earnest is like. 'Dude what the fuck? I barely know you. I don't care about this. Take me back. I miss my Nintendo DS.'

To this Wuncle Joe responds 'ohhhh ummmm actually creating a portal to boringland is incredibly difficult and can only occur like once every ten years when the planets align jussst right so basically you're stuck here anyways 😁👍but don't worry it's cool I'm cool we're cool.' And thus begins Earnest's involuntary apprenticeship 👍

Other characters Wuncle World include:

Wuncles' Familar: Wuncle Joe made a deal with this demon essentially stating that in exchange for his soul (after he dies ((a powerful wizards soul is a rare and tasty treat for a demon))) she works for him and basically does whatever. Basically his assistant. Very silly very goofy VERY VERY EVIL. but cant really do any SUPER evil stuff unless joe says so. At least until he dies :). She's capable of shape-shifting and typical demon stuff but her default form looks like this (old drawings <3) vvv

DRYAD KID: a little ways away from Wuncle's Tower, which is surrounded by a dense and super magical forest, is a secret town of various naturey creatures. Dryads, Nymphs, Satyrs, Pixies etc etc etc. Earnest learns about it through the Dryad Kid, who at first is like 'OH FUCK yes new kid in the forest', then Earnest is like 'yeah I moved into the wizard tower. With my uncle. The wizard.' And the Dryad kid is like. '.........ohhhhh 😬 that guy.'

Dryad Kid acts as Earnest's primary guide to the magical realms as well as their first glimpse into the fact that Wuncle Joe isn't just some deadbeat fool, but a public nuisance at best and a malicious force in the realm at worst. If Earnest isn't busy doing stupid wizard shit with their uncle, chances are they're hanging out with Dryad Kid.

HONORABLE CHARACTER MENTIONS (even less flushed out guys but still important):

KING AND PRINCE: king of the big main kingdom. Wuncle Joe's old boss. Also not a great guy but it's less obvious at first. His son is the prince who acts as like. A rival to Earnest before they both realize they're kind of in similar boats and become friends.

WIZARD COUNCIL: grand council of wizards that controls. Well you know. Wizard stuff. Fate of the world shit. They fucking hate Wuncle Joe. Hardasses but not necessarily evil.

EARNEST 'S MOM: very very very powerful wizard. Clearly had some crazy beef with Joe before she died but most of the specifics are unknown to Earnest until later in the plot.

Overall plot is like. Earnest gradually discovering that Wuncle Joe is actually the primary antagonist of this world. They have to Outwizard and Outscheme him before he can destroy everything basically.

Thank you for asking about my wizard world Austin in lives in my head rent free <3 this essentially only scratches the surface of its Whole Deal. But this was already super long LOL