#the name of a dragon the blood of a worm i think about that

[artcinemas]

sometimes i think about rhaegar frey's two paged monologue about how robb became a werewolf during the red wedding only to be turned into a pie by wyman manderly

[aemiron-main]

why is he posed like a dead oblivion npc

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The Nine-Headed Demon

Titles:

Prince Consort of Jisa, Xiangliu, and The Emissary

I wanted to know more about our villain for season 5 so I looked more into his titles.

Xiangliu:

it came up as, a venomous nine-headed snake monster that brings floods and destruction. Xiangliu may be depicted with his body coiled on itself. The nine heads are arranged differently in different representations. Modern depictions resemble the hydra with each head on a separate neck. Older wood-cuts show the heads clustered on a single neck, either side-by-side or in a stack three high, facing three directions.

But that can't be him sure they bring floods and destruction. But in the show we already see one of these and they have no giant bird form. In Season 4 Episode 4 Pig- Napped

I don't know why he said he was one of these...maybe he's related to one of that just what some people call him on the nine-head thing and he went along with it.

The Emissary title stumped me but it means that he was given or named himself a representative of something or someone. He mentioned being the consort of Jisa and the Wiki thinks it is a kingdom so maybe the Emissary of there but I think more likely with his obsession over it he's the Emissary of Chaos like the Harbinger of Chaos.

But it still got me no closer to him so I started looking at appearances.

I found this...

Jiu Feng:

Nine-headed Bird, also called “Jiu Feng” in Chinese, is a monster in Chinese Mythology. It is a legendary bird with a bird’s body and nine heads with human faces and is regarded as one of the earliest forms of the Chinese phoenix. It was worshiped by ancient natives in Hubei Province.

Pretty much WHAT he is but I went deeper on the WHO he is......

JTTW:

There was a demon with a similar name in the JTTW, I thought there was no way it was him no way it was that simple.....

"The Nine-Headed Beast (九頭蟲), also known as the Nine-Headed Prince Consort (九頭駙馬), is married to Wansheng Dragon King's daughter. He is armed with a Crescent Moon Spade (月牙鏟). He collaborates with his father-in-law to steal the Śarīra from Golden Ray Monastery. Sun Wukong enlists the help of celestial forces to deal with the demons. The Nine-Headed Beast has one of his heads bitten off by Erlang Shen's celestial hound but manages to escape."

It's him who got the description and the sharing consort title. I didn't think it could be because this character had no other link to Wukong than this one-off meeting but then again like I said before LMK is a JTTW fanfic.

In this scene where he mentioned being BOTH Friend and Foe, the Foe part made sense but the FREIND did not. Nor the why Wukong would not remember him in either capacity.

Also, this whole link to Chaos and these powers are out of nowhere for this character so they clearly added a few other things onto him as well.

But then again Wukong only sees him in this form. The Monkey does not get to see

Maybe if he saw him like this it might make him remember but that's just a theory.

Another name I found he is called is the Nine-Headed Bug or Worm listen to this...

(PS to Overly Saractist Production Fans this guy shows up in the Chapter after Bull King so the next episode of JTTW from their youtube channel if they ever get back to it)

"In his humanoid form, the Nine-Headed Bug is a man who has nine faces, and wears armor, holds a Crescent Moon Spade. However, in the 1986 series, he simply has one visible face like a regular person, wears regular purple -

aristocratic clothes, and a crown that consists of nine snake-like heads (hinting at his true form).

The Bug's -

true form is that of a gigantic bird that looks like an eagle, with nine heads, and blood on his back.

His true form is never fully revealed in the 1986 TV series, but a few heads of him hints at how it looks like."

The reason I mention this is because I've noticed this in my Iron Fan Legend, JTTW, and LMK. That the design for some of the characters comes from older media of JTTW like TV shows and movies live action or animated.

Wukong fillet in season 5 has a mix of all of his past media fillets designed with the middle cresting up for the two loops but we get a crest moon shape like in Journey to the West- Legends of the Monkey King (Middle image)

The bullhorn hair from Dream Journey 2: Princess Iron Fan in 2017.

and more.....

So using this description made sense.

I would also like to point out that I saw someone's comment but not sure who the NINE-Headed Demon in his beast form is missing one of his heads, his nine-headed title comes from the extra nine around the main one the main face does not count and they are right there are only eight of the small ones but go back up to the first quote where I mentioned Erlang's dog bit off one of those heads so it makes sense. If anything it might tell us THAT fight did go down just not the way in the book.

Good Puppy. :)

Hope you all enjoyed..

[dragonfly0808]

About the Dragon Prince Finale

I just finished s7 of the Dragon Prince and i have so many thoughts but there is one thing specifically I want to say about the finale that I feel was just such a perfect way to end the battle, before I hop on and check out what everyone thought-

SPOILERS AHEAD

I’ll be honest, I was so stressed out at the end of ep8 and watching the final battle in ep9 was epic but-

My very first thoughts watching that were initially along the lines of- so… none of our main characters had the final say/final move? What the fuck?

But then I watched the rest of the episode and sat on it for a bit and… it makes perfect sense and wraps up the themes of the show in a beautiful way

The whole theme of the show and one of the most important ongoing things is that of breaking cycles of violence and choosing love, choosing kindness.

During that final battle, all our main characters were ready and willing to give it all to save the world, which is technically speaking the ‘right thing’ to do, the thing we’ve all been waiting for

however; this involved for all three of them, giving up an essential part of themselves. An essential part of ‘breaking the cycles’

Callum would’ve given up on ‘breaking the cycle’ in using dark magic and in sacrificing himself for the greater good. Yeah sure, he’s writing his own destiny, but is he really when it was his only real choice if he wanted to save those he loved?

Rayla would’ve given up on ‘breaking the cycle’ in following in the footsteps of past moonshadow assassins, choosing duty over love in being willing to kill her heart ‘my heart for Xadia’ when she just said episodes before ‘no one should have to shed blood for justice’

And my personal favorite, Ezran. The entire show, from the moment he became king, that kid has given himself wholly to the path of love and kindness, trying to not fall into the mistakes of the past. And yet- he was willing to kill for his brother, to do something that goes against everything he represents, everything he stands for.

^ All of that, in the name of peace, to save the world.

No matter what, each of them would’ve lost an essential part of themselves in choosing to save the world…

But they didn’t have to.

Because the arch dragons- some of the very creatures that BEGAN these cycles of violence and mistakes and hatred… the creatures that had a role in CREATING the world our main characters are trying to make a better place- they are the ones that chose to step in, to sacrifice themselves to make sure these kids with bright hearts and so much love and determination to choose a path of kindness don’t have to sacrifice those parts of themselves.

Like Ezran says, it’s a great gift that the arch-dragons give them. The opportunity to stay true to themselves and still get to stop Aaravos… even if it’s temporary.

So yeah, the moment I watched it for a moment I was like- that was a little anticlimactic but it makes so much fucking sense and it is such a beautiful way to end the series when you stop to think about it.

and I’m choosing to believe that we will get the other 3 seasons NETFLIX GIVE US THE FUCKING SAGA (I haven’t actually checked if anything has been announced yet cause I’m scared) and that that’s when- after 7 years of growth, our main characters get to step in and find a different way to stop Aaravos for good THEIR WAY, without compromising who they are and what they stand for

So yeah, I just had to get that out of my chest cause it took me a minute of silence to realize why it’s so perfect for the show and the genius in this move and i really wanted to share that little brain worm

I LOVED season 7 and I can’t wait to rewatch the whole thing and I truly hope we get the rest of the saga!

[lakesbian]

U should rank hero names. Like PRT/Protectorate since u did undersiders 🦑 and by that j mean please do so

i like the squid what's it doing here. okay let's see. i unfortunately don't remember all their names very well but off the top of my head. glory girl and kid win are some top hits for me. not in the sense of "they're cool" but bc i like how they're very clearly tonally matching cheesy golden age of comics style names & how that contrasts with [gestures at worm's one million blood explosions and the endless suffering of the wards and what happens to victoria]. and it goes without saying that clockblocker is Top Tier bc, as i have said many times before, a teenage cape naming himself a dick pun on live television so his employers can't force him to take it back + that dick pun cape then proceeding to become incredibly traumatized and jaded, all while going under a dick pun moniker. is incredible. just top tier side character material.

i think gallant and aegis and those type of names are meh. wanton, tecton, etc. they're fine. nothing interesting. i like "raymancer," the vibe there is really fun. bonus points for how he dies horribly.

as for the adults since i was starting with the wards. dragon is fine, honestly too generic for me to love. legend, hero, armsmaster, alexandria, etc, all kind of feel to me like. they're definitely the sort of thing that seems like it'd be iconic--they're easily recognizable and memorable + cool names that anyone would be happy to have, and they do fit the role those heroes are in, but they're honestly lacking in a certain je ne sais quoi. there's no Innovation. there's no Pizazz. solid C tier.

in terms of other good ones. panacea is good. miss militia is honestly great in terms of what it says about the character but i think i can fully award it when wildbow doesn't really seem aware of where the interesting juxtaposition btwn her name and design & her backstory/identity come in. mouse protector doesnt call to me personally but i do appreciate that schtick. is this a satisfactory enough review

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Writing Phan Fiction About Ourselves Stories

I literally just listened to the video, typed as fast as I could, then edited the red squiggles and formatted it to look nice. Let me know what edits need to be made!

Story 1 - The Dragon Prince by Dan Howell

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Dan, from House Fire, whose motto was, "The fire in our ass will never die" and from Phil, the House Amazing, the Kingdom of Squatting. They were sworn enemies whose houses had been at war ever since The Great Lamp Licking incident. One day, Dan was bathing his fiery drake, Kamala Harris, when he saw a glint in the refection of his gauntlet. It was a surprise attack from that scally wag, Phil. He mounted his dragon and yelled his signature war cry, "ZING!"

Phil looked down on the Fire Kingdom. "More like squishy kingdom!" But before he knew it, Dan was on his tail. He was so close he was practically on his toe. Their beasts, Kamala Harris and Markiplier, realeased flames at the same time, like a torrent of lethal piss. Double KO, they fell to the ground and loss consciousness. Dan awoke to find Phil's brain stuck in Dan's eye. He shouted, "Wow, this is a moist situation." Phil roused, gayly. "You saved me," he said.

They locked eyes and knew in that moment how futile their feud was. They saved each other, did they have to slay each other? In that moment, Phil felt something skipping down his hips. He swam as hard as he could and suddenly, he felt it. Phil had birthed a beautiful purple egg. Dan scoffed, "the prophecy is true! It's our child!"

"The legendary worm, and we shall name him Gary," said Phil.

THE END

Story 2 - The Princes by Phil Lester

Once upon a castle, in the Kingdom of Evony, there were two princes belonging to warring families. Tonight was the last time they would meet before the great battle. Danielo awoke, sword in hand as he heard a shuffle at the door. Philipus walked into hid bedroom wearing a panty.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, but I thought I'd tell you that my father is bringing a dragon into the battle, and also a large enchanted hippo." Danielo cried a single tear.

"I don't want to die for this stupid family. I just want to be a knight with you and help old ladies cross the street."

"Why must we spill blood?" Danielo smirked. "Glory and amazon coins."

Philipus says, "Since it's our final night together, I thought we could do our favorite activity, twerking together. It might make up a bit sweaty, but it makes me constipated."

As the sun rose, the two knights had fallen asleep in a hay field using rabbit shit as bedding. This was the morning of the battle, they would be rivaling sides, leading the charge against each other. Danielo few into battle on his dragon, Jeff, scanning lines for his prince, Philipus. Philipus raised his sword into the sky as he was silhouetted by the beast. This was not a fair fight. The war had begun, thousands were being killed. Philipus has a secret weapon, a medieval salami.

His best friend flew down from his dragon and approached him. They crossed swords.

"I can't do this, Philipus" screamed Danielo. "I want to move to North Korea and start our jobs as OnlyPhans' models."

Philipus tried to reason with him, but suddenly Danielo's dragon, Jeff, started to breath fire at them both. It was so hot that Danielo was on fire. He had one final word for Philipus.

"Yeee," as both knights burned to death. They were then eaten by the dragon as a toasty BBQ snack. They tasted like Takis Fuego. The dragon went on to kill all soldiers and both kings. It ruled the castle in a happy gay life with his dragon boyfriend, Alessandra and laid a dragon egg they called Kip. They never saw a human again. The Princes were always remembered as the tastiest snacks in the Kingdom.

Story 3 - The Big Sword by Phan Howlter

They stared at the intimidating shape, thinking, "damn, that is one crusty shaft". Two lowly village boys had found a cave filled with sour cream and onion pringles. One of us must grip this with our teeth. They know one of them would gain the power of hamster flicking.

"I believe its you!" Mr. Phil, the wet pauper, exclaimed.

"Thank you. I got this for you. It's my favorite Party Hat."

"We will never know which on of us is truly the chosen one," uttered Dan, sexily. "We'll have to do it together."

And so the boys stood wearing sports bras, daring to survive the cyclone threatening to bare down on the. They interlocked hands on the shaft as they thought of their favorite food, egg.

"Either we both become heroes, or we might as well become trump supporters."

They yanked it with the might of a thousand anteaters and it burst from the ground, but in that moment, a glint of greed in each boys eye. They wanted the greatness for themselves and all of the steak knives waiting for them in the village. So they tumbled as the blade ripped open their jockstraps and with boing, they knew it was over and they were both impaled on the sword. Gravity was pulling them closer, like a toilet lid. As their noses pressed together, the blood poured out of them like a hydro pump.

"I always knew it would end like this," says Dan.

"You mean scared and throbbing?"

"I wouldn't rather do this with anyone else."

Then they died. Then forever, their petrified bodies stood as a warning to all who sought glory, if you dare to thrust, you will get put on the naughty step.

(respectfully, this was like.... a hard launch right? Like this is the hardest lauch I have ever seen??)

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Spill thy nightmare mode backstories, mootie patootie

okay!!

I only got some (the rest of nightmares are backstories haven't been thought of yet)

Anyways you are going to hear me yap about these nightmares and their backstories! Anyways I hope you enjoy mootie! ^w^

Tw/cw: mentions of murder, death, brief mention of cannibalism, animal death, cheating and not super detail but mature/suggestive themes (For Zoth that is), implied racism

💀Yan Luo Wang Diyu's backstory🐉

Yan Luo Wang Diyu was born in a small unknown village in somewhere of Ancient China. Her mother was a mortal woman who fell in love with a man who was dragon shifter.

Yan Luo Wang Diyu only saw her father every night, the reason why was her mother being worried that villagers who are bad people would tell bad people about Yan's dad so they can harm him.

One night, A villager saw Yan's father in his dragon form. The villager was happy to see this so they told other villagers about Yan's dad. The villagers saw this as amazing sight to see.

However the rumour of the dragon got to dragon hunters from another country. The Dragon hunters learned Chinese before sailing to the village.

When they got there, the hunters talked to the villagers. The hunters lied to the villagers about how they were interested in the dragon. The villagers didn't think they were hunters so they told the hunters to follow the dragon at night.

The hunters stalked Yan's father to his house where his wife and daughter lived and broke in.

The hunters killed Yan's father in cold blood and cutted off his tail in front of his wife and daughter.

Yan's mother ran for the hills with their 12 year old daughter to keep her safe from the hunters.

Soon they met a hooded figure who saw the crying and stressed mother with her crying child. The stranger offered to help them if she explained what happened.

Yan's mother explained everything, she wanted her daughter to be safe.

The stranger told her "I will keep your daughter safe. However you can't come with me unless you are asleep. Even if you are asleep you can't stay. You are a mortal, my world doesn't accept mortals to live but to visit until they wake up. Your daughter is adragon shifter so she can live in my world."

The mother agreed and the stranger took Yan Luo Wang Diyu away from her mother to keep her safe. The stranger raised her like she was the Stranger's own flesh and blood.

Years later, Yan wanted revenge of her father's death so she hunted down the hunters and killed them in the same way they killed her father giving her the name "The Princess of death".

😇Quachil Uttaus's backstory👁

Quachil Uttaus was once an angel, a very young angel that was childish and naive

She was seen as the most of joyful angel of Heaven. Cheering up angels the best she can!

One angel of the Heavens gates told her she can't mess around with the humans or she will fall. The young angel agreed to this lesson and only went to humans to cheer them up or reward them for their good deeds.

One day, She met a group of kids. These kids were pranksters who enjoyed thr suffering of people with their cruel pranks.

Quachil didn't know they were cruel pranksters, the pranksters befriended her to take advantage of her angels powers.

They told her to play cruel pranks on the people using her angel powers in the name of "fun". They knew she was easy to lie too.

Quachil started to make people do horrible actions with her angel powers. She was causing misfortune to the humans.

The older angels found out about this, when Quachil Uttaus defended herself after knowing the truth. The older angels didn't believe her so she was kicked out of heaven and became trapped in a void world for over 200 years before a worm thing summoned her then leaving her with a vampire.

⚰️Nyogtha Z'Mog's backstory💀

Nyogtha was a human in the Victorian Era, Her real name was "Elizabeth Feathergill". Her family were getting on their feet after centuries of the dark history of their ancestors. Sadly Elizabeth's family had to change their names to "fit in the society" when Elizabeth was very young.

Her father was a musician while her mother was shopkeeper selling food she made or fruits and vegetables to sell. Her mother helped the poor children by giving them her food or fruits.

Her father sang his songs to people of the local places. People of his neighbourhood enjoyed his songs. While the upper classes looked at him disgusted and called him horrible things.

One day, Her mother and her father fell sick. Elizabeth looked after her parents until their last breath.

She knew how the world treated her so cruelty and her people. So she decided to become a undertaker, so she could protect her family or anyone like this after death so no one rob their graves.

People were uncomfortable with her being a Undertaker. One day, a man broke into the graveyard and decided to dig up an older man's grave. Elizabeth saw this and tried to stop him but he shot her. Elizabeth walked to her parents graves for safety until someone find her and get her help.

She sat by her parents graves with a bleeding gun wound. But help never came and she died by her parents graves. Her body got ripped apart by animals after she died.

soon she woke up in a strange world, she was so confused what happened. A elephant told her she is dead and she is in a realm to keep her soul safe. Nyogtha goes to the humans realm to help them bury their love ones because they trust her bury them instead of another human.

👻 Dagda Crom Cruach's backstory👻

Dagda was a just a normal scarecrow on a farm, but the farm had a dark secret. The farm was owned by a cannibal farmer who killed his victims in brutal ways relating to what farmers do.

One day, A couple thought they could have a make out session in the farm because they thought it was "run down". The bloodthirsty farmer found the couple and broke in the car. He grabbed the girlfriend and dragged her away. The boyfriend ran after the farmer and his love one.

But the farmer atabbed her to death with a scythe. The boyfriend ran through the corn fields while a bloodthirsty farmer with a pitch fork.

The boyfriend fell in front of Dagda. The farmer killed him with the pitch fork. The soul of the man went into the scarecrow.

Dagda became sentient due to the possession. Dagda doesn't remember anything of the human's soul past.

Years passed, Dagda was left to rot. Due to negative energy that was left by the farmer, his soul became corrupted.

Dagda started to scare humans who come to the old run down farm.

Dagda only got to Astral Circle thanks to Xezbet due to his interest of Dagda scaring humans. (They are best friends)

✨️Lilith Lilitu Lilit and Anazareth Anazarel backstory🥀

Anazareth and Lilith who was twins in medieval period, Anazareth's real name was "Anastasia" while Lilith's real name was "Lillian".

Lillian and Anastasia was secretly witches. Anastasia would cursed men who did horrible things to their children or to women while Lillian focused on witchcraft as a whole.

The twins came from a big family of witches. They wasn't the only witches in their family.

Soon, the village found out their secret and buried them alive in their cottage.

Lillian and Anastasia hated humans for what they done to them so they continue doing witchcraft against humanity for their sins.

🔪Orcus Dis Pater backstory🐰

Orcus was a mad inventor back in early 1900s. His real name was "Winston Afton"

He created crazy inventions that was literally death traps. Using humans and animals to be in these inventions causing them to die.

He didn't care, he thought they were too weak for his genius mind.

One day, he decided to jump into one of his old inventions which didn't go well and he well die. He thought he was too smart he couldn't die in his own creation which he did.

His creation ripped off his skin and he was nothing but a skinless man.

He woke up in the astral circle and the first thing he did was ask himself "why am I ourple" then forgetting about it before trying to find skin for himself. Orcus only has one brain cell now.

His silly behaviour drawn in Yan Luo Wang Diyu and the rest is history.

🔪Barbatos Barrabam's backstory💀

Barbatos was once a humanoid monster living in his cave with his mother, his father and little brother.

Barbatos and his family never hunted humans, they only hunted animals to feed on.

Barbatos taught his his little brother his hunting skills.

Near their cave, there was a village. Full of humans. The humans saw Barbatos and his family alot. They never wanted to go near him or his family as they were scared of him and his family.

One day, a man who was a famous monster hunter came to the village. He told the villagers he will slay the beasts so they will be free of the endless fear.

The hunter went to the cave with a bow and bag of arrows at the dead of night while barbatos and his family were sleeping.

The man killed his mother first then father then his little brother.

Barbatos woke up to the corpses of his family, At that moment he saw red. He rushed to village, killing everyone.

He grew a hatred of humanity for killing his family. His hatred lured in Exael, Exael felt bad for Barbatos. Exael took Barbatos to the astral circle and they both grew a brotherly bond.

🍷Yog Sothoth Backstory🫀

Yog was always a vampire, he was born a vampire to two vampires.

Yog grew up in a vampire court, he was raised there.

As he grew up, the more attractive he got. Female vampires were dropping at his knees like a fly.

He wasn't getting any human blood to survive off at that time because of the humans putting garlic at their homes

He decided to seduce lonely women, to get the blood he needed. He took advantage of his good looks.

he seduced women left and right to drink on their blood to survive

One day, the town found out about the dead women and decided to hunt Yog down. Lucky he got out unharmed thanks to a lady of the Pests.

🥀Ishtar Ereskigal backstory🪳

Ishtar was the daughter of a god and a monster. She never knew her mother nor did she know what happened to her. She was raised by a god of insects.

Her father was very neglectful of his daughter as he was rather fool around with mortal women and female monsters then look after his daughter

He trapped his daughter in a pit full of bugs so his goddess wife didn't know he had another monster bastard child.

Ishtar was raised by a bug monster, the bug monster taught her everything she needed to know to be a lady of Pests.

Ishtar befriended bugs and animals who were seen as gross.

She slowly broke out of her prison thanks to her new friends. To show the world her powers however the humans found her scary and scared her away

Ishtar hidden in the shadows until a witch came along and took her to Astral Circle to have a better life.

🔪Abducius Morail backstory🫀

Abducius has always been a sadistic masochist. He loved hurting people because he gets off to it.

He was always been crazy ever since childhood or that what he says, he always put himself in danger. There is no explanation for his behaviour at the moment because he doesn't like talking about his past.

🪱Zoth Ommog💀

Zoth was once a human, he was a cult leader for multiple horror gods and goddesses back in Ancient times.

Zoth was known to be a very lustful man, sleeping around with women and men, cheating on his ex wives he had and fooling around.

His real name is unknown, he always called himself "Zoth". He even fooled around with humanoid monsters.

He was good friends with Yog.

Zoth also knocked up multiple women so he has multiple children.

One night, his first ex wife killed him in his sleep out of revenge for cheating. She also cursed him to be a worm thing to reflect hid gross lifestyle

and Zoth became a worm.

[starkdirewolflove]

House of the Dragon

Baela is talking with Corlys at the docks and reminiscing about her grandmother and the love Corlys had for her and his great journeys. He’s despondent and rejects Rhaenyra’s offer as Hand but Baela sets him straight that Rhaenys was more than just his wife that he lost: she was a princess, a dragon rider, a warrior, the queen who should have been and she died a dragon riders death, just as Laena did and just as Baela wants. She will see Rhaenyra on the iron throne no matter what. Corlys is inspired by his granddaughter and wants to name her heir but she is fire and blood and says the driftwood throne should pass to salt and sea. He accepts the badge.

At Kingslanding Rhaenyra’s handmaiden Elinda is on her secret mission, she gets a gold cloak to let her into the city by telling him she works for the white worm. She goes to a house and I think the woman she meets was one of the maids in the red keep.

Alicent sits by Aegon’s bed and he’s in bad shape, a broken leg and half his body is burned. Aemond is standing before the iron throne and Haeleana is there, she asks him “was it worth the cost?” She probably dreamt the outcome of the battle. I’m interested to see what their relationship is like, I don’t think we’ve ever seen those two speak to each other before.

Back in the Riverlands and Daemon’s scorched earth mission with the Blackwoods has backfired. All the riverlords come to Harrenhal in the night to berate Daemon for the crimes the Blackwoods have committed against the smallfolk and the holy places, Daemon starts hallucinating Laena again and starts to feel guilty for how badly he’s fucked up. The riverlords will not support a tyrant who orders children murdered in front of their mother.

Back to Dragonstone and Rhaenyra is sending Ser Alfred to treat with Daemon and see how he’s progressing in the riverlands and if he’s decided to accept her as his queen.

Jace arrives back and mother and son have a long discussion/debate about their next steps. Rhaenyra has been reading about Queen Visenya, Vhagar first rider and wielder of Dark Sister, Jace doesn’t think Rhaenyra should try to emulate her and Rhaenyra is sick of being told to stay behind because she’s a woman. She knows Jace wants to fight and so does she, they discuss Aemond being in charge now and he won’t wait to strike, Syrax is smaller but quicker and Vhagar is already wounded from her battle with Meyles. Jace comes up with a plan to find riders for Vermithor and Silverwing as House Targaryen has descendants in other parts of Westeros and they could help turn the war in their favour. “It’s a mad plan,” Rhaenyra says but it’s the best they’ve got along with a massive load of scrolls and records to sift through.

I’m guessing the Sowing of the Dragonseeds will happen next week. Can’t wait to see the Bronze Fury up close.

I think Alicent is starting to get a better idea of how Rhaenyra felt in Kingslanding when Viserys was still alive, she may have had power and position but without her father to prop her up she’s easily dismissed even by her own son and lover. I also think she’s seeing Cole as the faithless, hypocrite he is instead of the gallant knight he pretends to be. He thought he was offering Rhaenyra the world by asking her to give up the crown and her inheritance to run away with him to Asshai and be a farmers wife, now he’s decided Alicent is too pure and delicate to preside over a war council. As if she’s gonna be in the field of battle herself and see the atrocities up close. She’s also starting to realise what a monster she’s created in Aemond the kinslayer.

[drakaripykiros130ac]

Looking through many House of the Dragon posts and seeing that there are actual people who support the Greens continues to astound me.

The fact of the matter is that people seem to forget the big picture here. It is not about Rhaenyra Vs Aegon, which one you like better. This is about the side who supports the interests of House Targaryen (The Blacks) Vs the side who supports the interests of House Hightower (The Greens).

Otto Hightower is the mastermind behind usurping the Iron Throne in the name of House Hightower and he has been planning this for a long time. The Greens are his creation. Let’s take a look at history here:

King Jaehaerys had named his son Prince Baelon (father to Viserys and Daemon) as his Hand. Baelon was a renowned warrior and the way he died raised a lot of suspicions. It couldn’t be proven but it was highly implied that Otto Hightower had something to do with it. Shortly after this, Jaehaerys named Otto his hand, and this snake had been occupying the position since then. He continued to be Hand after Viserys became king.

But being Hand was not enough for Otto. He wanted his blood on the Iron Throne. He enjoyed his time as Hand under the new king because Viserys was weak and could be easily manipulated. He also wormed his daughter into the fold by having her be Princess Rhaenyra’s ONLY companion, making the ties between Targaryen and Hightower stronger.

While we’re on the subject, I find it absurd that somehow the relationship between young Rhaenyra and young Alicent is considered such a big thing. It really isn’t. Their friendship was FORCED by Otto. Rhaenyra didn’t have any other girl close to her age at the Keep with whom to spend time with, except Alicent. Princesses normally had many girls from different Houses sent to keep them company. I am 100% sure that if Rhaenyra had a choice, Alicent certainly wouldn’t have ended up being her best friend. In fact, I don’t think Rhaenyra would have bothered with her at all, since they don’t have anything in common. They have completely different personalities and different interests.

Now back to the story:

Everything was going well until Otto realized that without a living male child, Viserys’ heir would be his brother, Daemon. With Daemon as King, Otto realized that his rise to power would be abruptly finished and he and his children would be sent back to Oldtown with their tails between their legs, for the following two reasons:

1. Daemon was smart and could not be manipulated as Viserys had been.

2. Daemon despised Otto and would have him removed from power immediately.

And so, Otto began turning Viserys against his own brother, and doing everything to show the whole Realm how unfit Daemon would be as King. It is true that Daemon’s impulsiveness and actions helped Otto a lot, but the snake managed to turn the brothers against each other.

With Queen Aemma dead and no living son for the King, Otto was rubbing his hands together in excitement. His time to steal the throne from the Targaryens had finally come. He basically ordered his daughter to seduce the grieving king, while also worked to permanently remove Daemon from the position as Prince of Dragonstone and Heir to the Iron Throne.

He convinced the King and the Council to install Princess Rhaenyra as the new heir to the Iron Throne because he thought that she would be just as easy to manipulate as her father (especially with Alicent as her best friend). He was wrong, of course. This was a small setback for Otto, but no problem. Because in a short time, Viserys married Alicent Hightower and made her the new Queen.

And just as fast, Alicent popped out a surviving son for Viserys. From this moment on, until Viserys’ death, Otto had been whispering in the King’s ear to name Aegon Hightower, ups, I mean Targaryen, as his heir. Luckily, Viserys’ love for Rhaenyra and his loyalty to her remained and he never waivered. But that didn’t matter.

Knowing the misogynistic ways of the Realm, he knew if given the chance, the people would support the King’s male heir on the Throne, as history dictated. And he was right, of course.

With all the schemes of the Greens to usurp the throne, they have committed the following atrocities:

1. They murdered Lord Beesbury and promoted the knight responsible

2. They are responsible for the murder of Rhaenyra’s son, Prince Lucerys, while Rhaenyra was humbly searching for a diplomatic solution (even though she was the one who was wronged)

3. They indirectly murdered Rhaenyra’s daughter, Visenya. Don’t even try to argue with me here. The Hightower treason was responsible for her miscarriage.

4. They kept Rhaenyra’s father’s death a secret from her and stole the throne. Some people are arguing that it is not a usurpation because Aegon is the male heir. NEWSFLASH: when you have to hide the King’s death, and plan to crown someone behind closed doors, it’s called usurping the throne from the rightful heir.

Up until now, Rhaenyra has done nothing. She tried to do the right thing by resolving the matter peacefully, which has frustrated Daemon to no end (and me too for that matter). Rhaenyra is a woman and as such, doing nothing, confirms the beliefs of the Lords of the Realm that she is weak (and confirms the belief that women are incapable of ruling because they are weak).

Retaliating would not resolve matters peacefully, but it would make Rhaenyra someone to be feared. She has suffered enough.

As far as I am concerned, even though two wrongs don’t make a right, Rhaenyra has my blessing to go wild in season 2 and give the Greens a taste of their own medicine. It’s time they get what is coming to them.

Both sides are going to do terrible things in this war, but there is no way in hell that I am siding with usurpers.

Aegon, Helaena, Aemond and Daeron are nothing more than Hightower puppets with Targaryen features, used by Otto and Alicent for access to the throne.

The true members and representatives of House Targaryen are Rhaenyra, Daemon and Rhaenys. So #TEAM BLACK

[plaguethewaters]

hey lychee heeyyy if you ever wanna yk talk about the beeduo kids I will. I will Very gladly listen (<- avid listener)

my french hw is looking at me very badly.

ANYWAY i have been having very heavy brainrto about a second beeduo kid her name is Maple and she is absolutely perfect in every single way.

i have.l extensive enderman headcanons about pretty much all of their society and biology - because im sick and dumb in the head mostly, but also because i have a pretty detailed space au with endermen as a race where most of the wordbuilding came from. Then again, in my canon continuation au (wich started with the idea of making a better ending to the dsmp and then spiraled into like two more seasons and twenty to forty more years of story) ranboo is, in fact, a full blooded enderman and also a prince from the end so i kinda needed to get mysself some lore for that too.

Strictly maple specific biology fact include

endermen do not have any gender, but they also do not have any sexes. Unlike humans and other human based hybrids, endermen reproduce entirely asexually.

enderman reproduction is strictly based on the End, because endermen are technically made of End Dirt. There's a small, slightly related specie of enderman that is instead made of Nether Dirt. Ranboo is a little bit of an experiment, because they're made of both. (it was not an experiment on purpose. His older sister accidentally spilled the wrong dirt while he was being made)

This works basically like these: two or more people (more often more, as children are raised communally in hauntings. The only "single parent" household that really exists in the end is the royal family, and that's a whole other can of worms) decide they want a child. They gather around one of the Sacred Birth Places, which is any space that has a decently high density of dragon magic, and then they perform a ritual that i have yet to properly think about to make that baby. The baby is then made from the magic dirt and it'll proceed to grow pretty much like a human child.

The Dirt Baby is made 40% of dragon magic, 10% of Dirt, and 50% of their parent's shared souls.

(in my minecraft wordbuilding, a "soul" is the code a player runs on. For endermen player specifically, their sould is physically made into the enderpearl)

(the endermen that get farmed for the pearls aren't players, mostly. Kinda like the difference between and ape and a human irl)

Now enderian children. They are such fucked up little creatures and i love them very much.

First fact! They Do Not Have Mouths

just like. they don't. just skin down there.

It is mostly a defense mechanism: most predators in the end do not have the same kind of night vision enderman have, and hunt mostly by sound. Which means endermen children are uniquely silent and still most of the time.

The mouth does open with time - it fully opens around the time an enderman is fully matured. My ranboo, for example, still has his mouth kind of attatched by new lmanburg, and gets it fully open by the end of canon

children, not having mouths, cannot actually speak. They communicate mostly by vibrating (a purring kind of sound they produce with a secondary set of vocal cords that sits in their chest, just below their pearl. It can make a purring sound, a static kinda sound, and many many others), gesturing, and flapping of their secondary ears

their two sets of secondary ears are much smaller than the main set and will gradually disappear by the time they're like, 12 (which is also when the mouth is generally open Enough to start making sounds). Think of it like losing baby teeth.

And now, the star of the show (and the end of this post bc it is getting kind of long and i do actually need to study lmao)

BABY MAPLE!!!!

maple happens when Micheal is around thirteen (so think, 9 to 10 years after the end of the serie), and after a lot of things have happened in my regular canon

(For context, in that time period: The main villains (the egg and dream and dream xd) have all, separately, been defeated. Ranboo has been brought back to like, michael has lost his first two lives, the nukes have been launched, the apocalypse has happened for a few years, the dsmp as a political entity has been disbanded and every association to that has been made a bannable offense, our Main Cast beeduo family included has moved to a new, much normaler city, ranboo has discovered he's the long lost prince to the enderian empire and he has got a mother and a sister and he's actually even fucking richer than he was before, benchtrio has gotten a decent new life, michael has started elementary school and made a few friends, wilbur has gotten so much fucking therapy and is gradually trying to mend his relationship with his family. Not necessarily in that order).

At one point they just. decide to have a baby, just because, and michael is SUPER fucking on board with the idea. he loves the thought of a baby sibling, he adores the idea of having a partner iin crime, he's already decided the ways he will corrupt them to his side and use them to get more ice cream after dinner. he's happier about it than his parents tbh and they're really proud of that.

So they go to the end, and poof out baby maple with the usual enderian dark magic. Maple is a biological beeduo mix, and since my tubbo is a dragon hybrid, she's half enderman half dragon.

Given that she's made of end Dirt she's mostly enderman looking and deveopment wise, but she will grow wings at one point and her horns look a lot more like tubbo's than ranboo's.

Her name was given by tommy, because she has a cute little tail that looks like a maple leaf. He absolutely cried when they told him they're calling her maple, and he will deny this to his death.

They raised her pretty gender neutral because of the whole "endermen do not have gender thing" (and also bc in my minecraft world. people do not have gender at all mostly? Like sexes exist for human and human hybrids but there's a much much less strict gender spectrum) - but the second she was aware what gender identity was she fell in love with being a girl, and that was it. She was like, 6, but her opinion never changed much.

She becomes taller than michael by the time she's seven. He is adeguately horrified by that fact. She is still shorter than ranboo tho and it makes him gloat quite a bit.

She's very fem presenting, but she keeps her hair short by endermen tradition. (for enderman, the act of cutting one's hair is considered basic hygene. Not cutting it indicates grief, mourning, or a general tragedy big enough that you can't even take care of yourself. Ranboo, who still didn't remember this but did it by instincts, stopped cutting his hair after doomsday. Even decades post canon he keeps it super fucking long, out of the respect for the Goddess of Death that allowed his revival) (and also he thinks he looks relly fucking pretty with long hair) (he is right)

i have more thoughts but it Is 6 (six) pm so i am stopping. Good lick and very much thank you if you actually read my whole rambling lmao

[mealvaan]

Morsel

TW. Domestic abuse, alcoholism, body horror.

There were so few bells in the day, and Viscount Adrant de Zaciere occupied all of them.

Almost all of them. The Viscountess found nooks of time out of the sun to breathe in the company of a cursed journal and a worn-down quill. Visits to the Durendaire demesne and Jeweled Crozier were savoured too, though she longed for someone to speak to her bereft of courtesy and title, and conversations died like fruit flies under Adrant's purview.

Dinnertime was upon them. The lady of the house refused the retinue of manor staff she'd been assigned; she would not have what little work she was allowed to be taken away from her. Adrant insisted only on choosing the wine, which she would allow; it was a pretentious drink, and she cared little what label got her inebriated.

She beat the dough before her with the vigor of the Fury. The beef, she dug into relentlessly with her carver, as a dragoon would worm under dragon scale. She unapologetically tasted sauces with a two-finger dip just because no one was looking. How she'd longed to be a Dame, once upon a time. Bovine meat bore the only blood she ever got to spill.

The house staff were permitted to present the food she cooked. She didn't like dining with her husband alone.

"Beef wellington," Adrant said, breathlessly impressed. He held her in his gaze like a caged bird of paradise, marvelling at the new feathers she'd grown after that she'd shed. "You've outdone yourself, Imogen."

"It's not that difficult. We're just raised to be afraid of kitchen knives." Imogen indulged in the bite she was permitted at their dinner table. To her persistent irritation, Adrant merely found her scathing remarks amusing. His laughter, the tumbling currents of the deep sea.

"Hahaha. True, that. That's why I married you, my dear."

The table fell silent, save the wet sound of silver to meat. Imogen spent the rest of her evening sipping the Caelumtree Red 1540, as she begrudgingly recalled from Adrant's rambling.

He was an insistent sommelier, asking her all manner of questions. How does it feel? What does it remind you of? What kind of person do you think the wine best suits?

She spun fanciful, sardonic stories, for all the wine tasted the same to her. It's gravel-esque. Reminds me of a four-bell homily at the Cathedral. Best suits someone who hates their life.

In excruciating time, the meal was over.

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Often the Viscountess rose before the sun. It was one of those secrets she indulged in, basking in the time before dawn while Adrant had left to gods know where. She hoped, often, that he would find a new wife wherever he went and leave her an honorable old maid. Or at least knock some poor woman up so she would have an excuse to leave with the Lafontaine name intact.

How fairytales die when midnight passes. How many moon-eyed little girls no longer dream of prince charming?

Her vanity was remarkably sparse for her station. There was a hairy brush on one side and a set of tissues on the other. Powders and glosses were luxuries she once enjoyed, but then she learned that as Viscountess, they weren't for her. So she stopped wearing them, allowing the star to witness the dark circles under her eyes and the creases where grimaces oft lay. She wanted people to wonder, to care.

Perhaps she still believed in prince charming after all.

As she examined the crests and troughs of her face, she noticed something catch the light.

It was on the tail of her sideburns, tucked away under a tuft. She lifted her index finger and brushed the hair aside. It was a shard of obsidian. Rough to the touch. Just off the curve of her cheekbone. At its hems, it emerged from her skin, as if it'd punctured through the layers and embedded itself through the tissue. She ran her finger over it incessantly, trying to discern what it was.

Something about it made her uneasy. Rather than visit a chirurgeon, she felt the need to cover it up.

"Please fetch me a set of powders from the Crozier," she asked of the courier from a crease within her door. Excited for the Viscountess' final foray into glamour, the maid was bubbly. "Right away, madame."

The compact was slid through a crack in the door. What did they think she was afraid of them seeing? Though her mind raced with anxious intrusions, her hands were quick to work. She contoured light where the shard cast a shadow, worked its bumps out into an even tone. Then she clipped her hair that it would fall over the blemish, just in case. As her hair was pinned up with an elegant clip, a gift from Adrant that she had once forgone, she struggled to see herself in the mirror.

Tonight was another challenge: dodo confit, for which she'd sourced the ingredients to great toil. She retrieved the fowl from its preserve and marvelled at the beautiful marination she'd managed, after half a dozen failed attempts. The jelly would make for good stock.

A steaming platter of elegant dodo legs arrived at the dinner table, complete with a side of ornate asparagus. Adrant revered her with his sonnets of praise. She merely ate because she could, savouring her own internal congratulations.

Stereotypically, the Viscount had paired her dodo confit with a pinot noir.

"Chardonnay would've been more interesting," she's quick to remark, looking over yet another red wine with disdain.

"We should indulge in the richness of this dish, not shy away from it. Give it a try, dearest."

Imogen drank the wine despite her protests; she needed something to wash the richness down, even if it was a tart beverage that did little to rinse her palate. To feel light rather than gaudy.

"You've done your hair differently this eve. What is the occasion?"

Imogen brushed her bangs in front of her ear for good measure. "I just felt like doing something different."

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She awoke to her lungs on fire.

"Adrant—!" She startled in their bed. His name ran her voice ragged. Loathe she was to beg him for help, but O Gods! Smoke claimed her inside and out! Every breath seared with Nald'thal's flame! She scratched her throat with her nails, begging the Fury for it to stop.

"My love," he awoke quickly, as if he was never asleep. "My love, what's wrong?"

"It hurts! It hurts!" She gasped and writhed in the sheets, pulling the duvet off him entirely. "Call the maids!"

Adrant's neck craned over her, his eyes the twin moons. Tears in her eyes, she could barely carve out the features of his face. Just a line for a mouth and hair hanging over his lashes.

"How does it feel?"

"Wh... What?" she made out before coughing and spluttering. Smoke was emanating from her nostrils, burning away the hairs within. What a sickening stench that she couldn't escape. Was she going to die here, burnt from the stake within, witch that she was?

All the while, Adrant merely hovered over her, not moving for the door, not ringing their bedside bell.

"What does it remind you of?"

"A... Adrant!" She was choking on her own air now. He was a pale bouquet of roses in her teary, gaze. She was going to die.

"What kind of person..."

How quickly her consciousness faded without the astral air. The last she remembered was his hand, brushing away her hair, and then it all winked to black.

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When she awoke then, it was like she had dreamed the whole thing.

The afternoon sun lanced through the window, her duvet peachy. She couldn't smell smoke or char, and she breathed clearer than she had in years.

Adrant wasn't in bed, but his briefcase remained at the foot of the bed. He hadn't left the estate. She heard, in the distance, the sound of a pot clanging to stove.

It was enough to send her running in her nightgown, a flurry of silk down the stairs and to the kitchen.

Adrant's shadow cast a deep groove along her counter. Along the marble lay several cutting boards of roughly chopped, vivid ingredients. Onion, popoto and spices. He was making some sort of Thavnairian curry, an easy dish if one knew the recipe. So little to wash. Though, cooking was an effort for Adrant.

"What are you doing?" she asked with such grave offense in the doorway. It was like she'd caught him in bed with another woman.

"After what happened this morning, I thought I'd give you a break, my sweet." His tone was airy and thin. No offense taken.

"But... I..." She had a carbonara planned, all the ingredients ordered fresh and to spec. She'd spent evenings preparing for the battle to come, whetting the cheese grater and pushing the pasta mold to its limits. How hard she'd trained and toiled...

"Go sit at the table," he chided, chipper. She relented. He was already making food and she didn't want to waste it.

The bell at the table felt agonising. She wanted to jump out of her itchy skin and do something, but no other chores suited her. Cleaning the house wasn't expressive; it was about maintaining the image Adrant had declared for the manse, keeping evidence of her existence out of his life. Nor was doing the laundry, a repetitive and banal act that never seemed to cease. As he indulged in her kitchen, she found herself territorial. That was her domain, and he'd crossed into it. The smoke emanating from him burning the pan, her pan — it bruised her lungs again.

The maids apologetically set the table around the Viscountess. In a large bowl atop steaming rice, she received a quaint, demure portion of hot massaman curry, paired with...

"Merlot?!" Imogen was aghast with offense. "Adrant, come off it! I want a white."

Adrant sat at the table and showed no change in his expression to Imogen's protests, as usual. "Merlot will enrich the body of the curry," he chided. "Think of it as a sauce."

"Like cranberry sauce? This isn't going to go together at all."

"We don't have any white in the cellar."

Her bottom lip jutted out. "Then we should get some."

"Sure." It mattered little to him how odd this was. "Tomorrow. For now, it's all we have."

Imogen considered water. The combination of the two would be sickening. She couldn't imagine a future where she didn't throw it all up. But wine was her only indulgence in this godsforsaken home. It was merlot or spending the rest of the evening sober, which she couldn't, wouldn't have.

Deep she drank of the grapesblood, and Adrant smile was warped in the body of her glass. Like he was smiling far too wide for his face, a monster's maw. When she put her glass down, it was merely a simper.

Adrant's cooking was passable. It was needed. It was just food. When he asked for her opinion on it, she made that apparent. It's fine. It will keep us alive. It fills the stomach.

That shut him up, for a mercy. The plates were shortly cleared (hers before his) and taken to the kitchen to wash. Adrant's tense jaw didn't move as he left to change into his nightwear upstairs. He did this when he was angry, so she tried to make him as angry as she could get away with.

The kitchen was a mess when she returned. She wanted it put back to how she remembered it, places where the implements made sense, cupboards that she could reach things in. She forbade the maids from helping her — "I need something to do today," she bristled, and they gave her a wide berth.

All the dishes to wash were to be stacked in the order they were to be washed; the smallest cutlery first, then the plates, then the massive pots and pans that Adrant had somehow amassed making a basic curry. She grumbled to herself as she started with the littlest of glass.

It was a clear vial which she'd presumed to be a spice container. On further inspection... She noticed dots of red liquid lining the membrane.

Imogen took the bottle away from the sink and held it up to the candlelight. The glow scorched it red, sending a shiver down her spine. It was not unlike the red of the cutting board she'd used to cut the bovine meat two suns ago.

It was so delicate, too. What could possibly be stored in here, if not a tiny amount of chili powder? It barely needed her thumb and forefinger to hold aloft.

Tentatively, she lifted the bottle to her lips.

It was immediately dizzying, the tinny, metallic smell that had pooled at the bottom. It assailed her nostrils as if rusting the hairs within them over, billowing iron into her throat like it was air. She coughed—

And the cough singed her hand.

She opened her eyes to a remnant of a plume from her very own lips. The glass dropped to the floor and shattered. It was a high pitched sound. Footsteps down the stairs followed as she stared at her prickling, red-hot skin.

"Imogen, my sweetheart?" Adrant was rounding the bannister. The blood was mercurial, seeping into the cracks of the kitchen tile. There was nothing coagulating within it, as if it were a smooth red.

"Imogen, how are you feeling?" Anticipation hammered in his voice. She couldn't find hers. There was fear that she would cough again, and she held her breath hostage in the back of her throat.

Eventually, the kitchen door swung open.

"What have you done, Adrant," she managed, voice hoarse. "What is this?" At her foot, he could see it, plain as day. The broken vial, the spilled contents.

Ever so gently, he shut the door behind them.

"Adrant," and then she was spluttering over the counter. Great fumes were squeezing out of her nose, her mouth, her ears, her eyes. O, Great Gods, kill her — O, Gods, end it all — !

"How does it feel?" He hunched over her, the pall that he was, running his hand along her back... no, her hair. He pushed her hair aside, running a finger along the nape of her neck.

There were bumps and ridges that became apparent when he pressed down on them, and only then. The feeling of hard chitin lining her spine, all the way up to her hairline. She gasped for life and for death.

Scales?

"What... What..." How her tongue smarted with every consonant, having been burned all along the top. "What have you d-done to me..."

"What does it remind you of? Dig deep, Imogen."

She didn't want to believe it, tears pricking in her eyes as she spoke the word aloud.

"M-m-monster—"

"Not a monster. A miracle." He traced circles along her spine that from anyone else would've been a calming gesture. Her father, perhaps. The highborn blood within her, so latent, yet dominating her every demesne at this moment. "Long did I await the miracle. What kind of person do you think you'll become? If a person, at all?"

"Stop it. St... Stop it. Take it ba— ack..." She hacked, trying to eject her lungs from her body.

"Breathe as normal, and you'll wield it better. You'll have the power."

She was clinging to the countertop now, trying to scrabble away from him. Towards the moonlight, where the curtains breathed fresh air. He accompanied her with the maddeningly slow clicks of his heels.

"Four in, four out."

In the small bells of the night, at the crest of the Pillar, there was a sickening scream — the cracking of bones — and then a silence permeated only by the occasional, gravelly sob.

But all knew better than to disturb the Viscount in the middle of the night. 'Twas an ill omen.

[alaffy]

House of the Dragon, Ep. 2x07 – The Red Sowing (spoilers)

Second to the last episode for the season.  We’d better have all out war the next episode or I quit.  (Not really, but I am not enjoying this as much as Game of Thrones). Still, there was no Sir Bitch this episode; so that's one good thing that happened.

Just to quickly get a couple of storylines of the way.  Aegon goes to physical therapy, Rhaena gets kicked out of the Vale and goes to look for the wild dragon, and Alicent goes camping. 

Daemon continues the longest reenactment of “A Christmas Carol" ever.  However, we do have one great moment with the new Lord Tully.  That kid may be my favorite character on the show right now.  Basically by making Daemon think he’s not ready for the job, he is able to mentally back Daemon into such a corner that Daemon has to admit he fucked up and has to kill the man who was working for him.

But the main story revolves around the dragons and dragon riders.  Rhaenyra finds Adym on the beach and Adym quickly pledges his loyalty.  Rhaenyra asks him to come back to the keep.  Adym speaks to Vaemond, who clearly isn’t going to suddenly claim him as son.  Although he does talk to Adym’s brother, in case he wants to try to tame as dragon as well.  He does not.

Rhaenyra talks with the White Worm, who had to basically explain to Rhaenyra about how heredity works.  In other words, if you want to find the people who have the most Targaryen blood look to the whore houses and the children conceived there.

So, word is sent to King’s Landing that they are looking for those who might have Targaryen blood to try to claim a dragon.  Now, there are two characters who’ve been popping up from time to time this season.  One is basically well known at the tavern, one is a smithy. And, no, I do not remember their names.  If they last past next episode, maybe I’ll try to remember.  Anyway, both have been told that they are direct descendants.  So they, along with several others, go to the Keep.

Meanwhile, many people are pissed at Rhaenyra’s decision.  The Nobels and the Dragon Tamers think the idea of the Smallfolk riding a dragon are despicable (uh, they might want to remember what happens when you loose a war and then shut the fuck up).  At first, it seems like Jayce also shares that sentiment; but his is more understandable.  The fact is, he is just as illegitimate as the potential riders.  Sure everyone pretends that he’s not, but everyone knows who his real father is.  What’s more, most of these people have more Targaryen features than he does.  So, by raising these people up to be Dragon Riders, Rhaenyra might have also made it so that Jayce is going to have to fight his own battles to prove that he, not they, should be on the throne.

So, anyway, the Smallfolk arrive at the Keep and, long story short, many people are burned to death.  Some try to run, but that doesn’t work.  However, one who does get away from the main chamber is the man who's known at the bar.  The smithy doesn’t get away from the chamber, but that’s because the dragon claims him as his rider.

The man known at the bar runs into another chamber and into another dragon.  That dragon accepts him as his (her?) rider.  At which point, we have a scene straight out of “The Never Ending Story,” as the man buzzes King’s Landing on his dragon.  Aemond races to his dragon and chases after the man, but stops when he realizes that they are heading towards Rhaenyra’s Keep.  Gee, Lyrs better hope that Aemond doesn’t find out the Lyrs had heard a rumor about a new dragon rider or his time might be short.

[yutzen]

The Mandatory(?) Masterpost

Welcome to my page! ...again. Website shutdowns aren't going to stop my sinful hands, but hopefully that won't be a problem.

Expect stories about weird underground creatures and their troubles most of all, but there will be other tales to be told here (and possibly actual illustrations in the future, but that's gonna take a while). A lot of this started as prompt stories spun completely out of control (this will be a recurring theme), so be warned about that one. I'll be outlining what I have under the break to browse more easily if you want to see more, as well as providing a couple extra links if you want to read my work in other sites (or just follow me elsewhere too). Here goes!

First things first: Other accounts to track me in

Archive Of Our Own (I'll probably link to it for cross-posts. Also contains stories that are either too 18+, too fanfic or too personal for me to toss out here)

DreamWidth (May be easier to read)

BlueSky (Maybe you want to be updated easier, but obviously I can't post whole stories there)

Next up: Tags to keep track of when it comes to my stuff. This will probably be the main way for me to sort these things out, since I got used to it back on Cohost and still know the value of proper tagging. Much as there's a few other things I don't know.

#yut-fiction - Any story I actually write will be going under this, no matter the origin

#yut-musings - This one's gonna be stray thoughts and occasional shitposts probably.

#subterraneum (yut) - Subterraneum stories, no matter who they follow and where they're set

#subterraneum: lightless road - Subterraneum stories following what I call the main crew.

I also keep individual characters diligently tagged whenever they recur (or I think they may recur), if that helps!

Finally: Stories so far! I will try to keep this updated but feel free to hit me with a question or comment if I forget anything in the future.

The Subterraneum: Lightless Road - Days in the life of an outlaw gang, plying their trade across the seemingly caverns that form the Subterraneum, the world beneath worlds

A White-Knuckle Climb

The Hard Way

Where the Thrills Lie

Left in the Cold

Reminiscing by Candlelight

Trial by Fire

Of Silk and Fangs

Where the Heart Is

Off the Beaten Path

Behind Every Scar (Part 1)

The Subterraneum: Restless Compendium - The caverns are grand, and full of mysteries, and with mysteries come those eager to figure them out for the world to see. Here are fragments from the work of one such individual, one only known by the title of "Ever-Restless Nirrhamidh"

A Quick Biological Primer on Subterraneum Citizens (not in character)

Rock Bottom: The Subterraneum and its Known Exits

The Last Time Around

The Tree and the Worm

Perfect Echoes

Until the Rains Come

Castles in a Black Sky

The Subterraneum: Other Tales - Day-to-day life in the caverns can be quite a thing. Here, a smattering of tales about other individuals, away from smuggler and scholar alike.

Rainbows in the Dark

Party-Crasher

Just Prime

The Events of Windchime Hill

What's in a Name?

A Raven's Rambles - Just because you're a grand necromancer hungry for conquest and treasure doesn't mean you can't have off days. Here, a few less serious stories about Raven Lord Kaspar Swartrabe and his faithful shrike, Al-Kaud.

Animal-Proofing

Cramped, or Cozy?

Written in Blood(?)

Other stories - One-shots unrelated to any of the above. For now; just about everything before this point started as a one-shot too, once.

The Silver Revolution - In which a dragon finds himself involved in politics just for doing what he always did

More Times than You Could Count - In which an ever-stretching series of time loops is finally put to an end

The Rise and Fall of the Emporium - In which the idea of mid-dungeon shops is given a closer look

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Family reunion

(A quick scenario, here’s a link to the headcanon, hope you enjoy)

Somehow while spending some peaceful time with your dragons. You meet your family again, the one who banished you. And you're having more than less pleasing time seeing them again.

Requested by Anonymous

Warnings: None

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"(Name), it's so good to see you again. I've see you have been doing well and even managed to hatch the egg you stole from the Dragon pitt," Your brother grinned while looking at Malleniel, who was sitting on your shoulder. "A quite beautiful dragon I must say," He said, trying to touch her. Malleniel hissed and snapped at him, making him pull back his hand.

You sighed. "Yes and I would appreciate that you you keep your hands to yourself and besides the egg belonged to Skarlax, so I had the right to take it with me," You said, petting Malleniel and calming her down.

"And what do you want? Wasn't I supposed to be banished?" You questioned while looking at the rest of your family. "There's no need to use such a harsh tone with us, son. We made a mistake, so give us a chance," Your father explained, making you scoff. "Yeah that mistake being me getting banished for false accusation and unwillingness to shed innocent blood," You uttered then you all heard loud beats of wings. You smiled when you saw Smaug and Skarlax land in the courtyard.

"My god --- (Name), where did you find such a dragon?" Your uncle asked as he marveled Smaug's size. "This is Smaug. He has been my kind host ever since I was banished and forced to look for a new home. Don't get close to him, he doesn't like people," You explained while Malleniel flapped her wings excitedly when she saw him.

"Well, since you brought him here. I might consider letting you return to us," Your father said, making you look at him with wide eyes. "I think you're mistaken, father. I did not bring him as a sympathy gift," You said. " And I have no intentions coming back to you," You stated with anger in your eyes.

"(Name), don't be a fool. Why would you throw away such a chance?" Your mother sneered at you. "You are horrible people, none of you ever appreciated me and I prefer peace than violence," You explained. "And besides Smaug is a wild dragon and will never take a rider," You pointed at him.

"You seem to be just fine with him," Your brother said and you were about to talk back at him till Smaug decided to break the silence. "Pathetic worms. You really think I would be so mindless to allow a rat to ride me. I would burn you before you even get the chance," He sneered at your family. "And he can speak," You added.

Your family stood there shocked after Smaug spoke. You enjoyed the rest of your day watching them scurry around like rats and trying to talk with him about politics or get him to join which was entertaining. And when they didn't get through him and almost got burned to grisp, you were finally allowed to leave and forget everything that happened.

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It's been like, 4 years since I read Worm and I'm not sure if what I remember about Worm actually happened or if it was just a fanfic thing. Like, do we know the names of any of the Butchers other than I (Butcher), XIV (Quarrel), and XV (Cherish)? Does the Butcher have blood powers or was that just Hemorrhagia the Chili Maker? Did Armsmaster inject Lung with some tinker sedative after Bug took him down? Did his dick get rotted off? Was it some random E88 guy who killed Fluer and did Kaiser kill him? Was Madison ever apologetic (I think I remember something about this being a detail learned in Ward so maybe that's where it came from? idk I never read it.)? Was Taylor basing her costume coloring off of Alexandria? Did Panacea see Taylor in the hospital? Does she actually need to remind Victoria to tune down her awe-ra (get it? because it makes people feel awed at Victoria, either in horror or pride)? Does Bagrat actually exist in Worm or was maybe like, a gimmick in the comments like that gecko guy who kept writing really weird and wacky scenes that were vaguely related to the chapter? Was Dragon regularly dropping into Armsmaster's lab to tinker with him? Is Alexandria's invincibility a result of some weird time stasis thingy around her body (I find this questionable because if she's made invincible via stasis, then it shouldn't be possible to drown her since her body would just stay full of oxygen because the oxygen never leaves her body)? Did the Travelers come from Aleph, or some other Earth? Does the Simurgh see the future? And I have no idea what to think about Browbeat, because he (they?) consistently appear(s) alongside the standard ENE Wards roster with a consistent power of short range forcefields (and some sort of brute rating? I think?), but I don't really have... any sort of idea about who they are as a person, because most of the time the fics I read say that Browbeat is actually Madison which I know for a fact is not true.

Also I only found out after reading the wiki but who the hell is Shamrock??? I don't remember her appearing at any point, but apparently she's Newter's wife???

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Screaming about Unholy Ascension because I feel like it :)

And I do need to update the info for the characters,,,,,,

AHEM (cw for mention of cults, violence, and non-consensual experimentation (I’d call it human experimentation, but none of the UnAsc MCs are human))

Character names stay the same, but their backstories and places in the story do in fact change!

Jeiviin — Back to being a 16-year-old emo weirdo, though a lot less murderous than they were in beta stages. They still end up getting experimented on by a cult, and they still aren’t transformed into some crazy-ass immortal shapeshifting freak of nature, they just uh. Get some funky New Magic. Idk what magic yet, but it probably has something to do with ghosts and spirits and stuff.

Avaki — Still 17. She’s scene now, good for her! She still doesn’t get experimented on, and goes looking for her dumbass little sibling after they get kidnapped, but doesn’t find them until they escape the experimentation facility they were stuck at. By then, they’ve completely changed, and she is kinda scared of them. Uh. Idk what else to say about her.

Sivea — ALSO an experiment still! She gets to be tradgoth, as a treat. Also she’s trans now. Anyway, she gets new magic like Jeiviin does, but not the Death And Ghosts kind. Probably more centred around blood stuff. She’s also a sweetheart that is very much capable of killing you. And she will, if deemed necessary.

Astrallon — Sweet angel, literally. Back to being an experiment (skill issue). Their reason for entering the UnAsc universe is still mostly the same — looking for their deadbeat mom — but they also just wanted to see what life was like outside of the Concept Universe. Anyway, the experiments performed on him are very different from the Dragons’ treatments. For Ast, the experiments were more of a research type thing; I mean, they’re literally an Angel, of course the fuckwits that captured them would wanna know more about their biology. That research is eventually used by the scientist-cultists to create medical procedures to turn mortal creatures into Other Shit, and those medical procedures were used on experiments like Jeiviin and Sivea.

Now that the OGs’ information remakes are out of the way, it’s time to introduce a new concept OC I made for UnAsc!

Its name is Pheromone, and it’s a being of the Concept Universe like Ast is. It already had a fuckton of weird-ass magic from the beginning, but as they were also an experiment, that magic was made a LOT crazier. It can do illusions, mind control, limited possession, soul-stealing (which is a whole other can of worms for a completely different post), and some limited shapeshifting as well. The experiments done on it accidentally made it completely immortal, which was very much not the cultists’ intention — they just wanted to make it more powerful — and it eventually broke out of its containment and started Killing Shit.

Also, it’s Astrallon’s love interest. It’s been routinely hitting on him for the last century, and he is completely oblivious to the fact that it likes him.

By far, Pheromone is the most edgy OC I’ve created since the experiment trio’s initial conception.

I’ve decided to be unapologetically cringe about my originals now, so this is gonna be a story full of sluts and gore. It’s my original work, and I get to do whatever the fuck I want with it.

…….I think I need to rebrand this blog.