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thesupreme316 · 1 year ago

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hi i don’t request stuff so bare with me how would aew boys react to you having a big return like Kris Statlander ex: you lost your title and left and you come back and win the title again sorry if this makes no sense i’m not good at requesting 🫶🏼😢

yall gotta stop apologizing for being CREATIVE CUTIES

AEW Stars React to: You Returning and Winning Your Title Back (Fem!Reader)

Pairings: Hook x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks X Fem!Reader, Dante Martin X Fem!Reader, Darius Martin X Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston X Fem!Reader, MJF X Fem!Reader, Christian Cage X Fem!Reader

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Supreme Speaks: thank you to anon for requesting (yall keep em coming), sorry that this took me so long (shit happening). But please enjoy this and p.s you are loved and appreciated

Warnings: not proofread, my regular react wrestlers, GIFS AINT MINE

Taglist: @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @hookerforhook @triscillal @cassiesworldsworld @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Backstory:

Either you were injured and surrendered your title (you never lost it technically) or you lost it in a fluke to your opponent (just do whatcha want)

For months you spent away from the company, trying to gain your strength and feeling back

But now, you were back and better than ever

And you were owed a rematch

Right when the so-called champion called out for an open challenge, you were the first to answer that call that night

To your surprise, the whole arena rose to their feet and loudly cheered you on when hearing your theme (ex. Kris Statlander and or AJ Lee)

And after the match was over, you stood tall with your title high above your head again as the crowd again screamed loudly

(Or you can skip this and have a great segment like Trent with Sue’s van)

The entire moment/match went viral

However, they weren’t the only ones happy to see you tho

Hook

Mans had no idea that you were here

Was stunned into silence; with a big ass smile on his face

You were picked up into a hug by him; would definitely whisper sweet things into your ear or skin

“I’m so happy to see you back”

I think this will encourage him to try to win back his title quicker

Hook is the type of person (whether you're his best friend or girlfriend) to take this return personally as it is a start of a new era for you

Wants to celebrate with you in private ;)

HE WOULD ALSO WEAR YOUR MERCH TO SHOW HIS SUPPORT

Ricky Starks

OOOOOO THIS MAN IS SO COCKY RIGHT NOW

I also think he would be that person who would almost spoil your return out of excitement

You thought he was arrogant after he won the Owen Hart tournament? PUH-LA-ESE

Would reference you in his promos

“I’m a part of the winning team. I mean have you seen my hot ass champion of a girlfriend (or best friend; whatever you prefer)?”

Would book a photoshoot just for you to show off your championships

Defs would make you guys match in outfits and would get you in a storyline with him

I def see you as his manager/valet (IMAGINE THE (eventual) HEEL HEAT)

You two would take over AEW as the new IT couple or duo

Darius Martin

Tbh, it gives him kind of a nostalgic feeling when he returned during the tag team battle royal

He would be so incredibly happy for you

Would keep up with all your appearances and matches afterward

“I am the president of the Y/N protection squad *poses with lads*”

Genuinely hopes that everything goes well for you

Will do your signature move to show his support for you

Also, expect a celebratory dinner or movie night

But don’t get it twisted this man is mad at you for not telling him about your return

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME? I was just joking when I was gonna carry the cutout of you to the ring”

He was in fact not kidding (he was just a lil goofy)

Dante Martin

THE BABY

With him on the shelf, he is emotional for you

“That was amazing! The crowd really went wild for you!”

Has multiple emotions tbh; happy, anxious, a little sad

Wishes he could really celebrate with you

I also think because of the fact he has been out of action for a while, he’s dreaming of a return like yours; especially with a championship in his mind

I think he would be a little sad because you’re gonna be busy as hell

“I’m gonna miss the off days with just us two.”

To which you promised to drag him all around to wherever you were wrestling

He didn’t have a choice

Eddie Kingston

“THATS RIGHT DAWG!! YALL SEE THIS SHIT?”

Makes a post about you on Instagram

He’s genuinely happy about the two of you being champions at the same time

Will brag to everyone backstage

“YOU SEE THAT BRYAN? I HAVE FRIENDS THAT ARE CHAMPIONS, SORRY YOU CAN’T SAY THE SAME!”

Eddie, just like how I always say, is a very emotional person (even though he doesn’t wanna show it)

But he will make sure that you know how proud he is; even if he gives you a shoulder tackle

I also think Eddie sees every win as a win for the whole crew

Like Darius, he is upset that you didn’t tell him about your return but it made him excited about wrestling again

MJF

THIS MOTHERFUCKER PART 496792466

Would make a backhanded compliment about you

“Although it wasn’t as epic or spontaneous or memorable as my return last year, congrats to Y/N Y/L/N for making her return to the ring! BAY BAY”

After some choice words, he updates his Twitter again

“I reviewed my tweet after Y/N confronted me (with dice, a wooden spoon, and a lighter) I realize that I made some errors. I meant CONGRATULATIONS TO THE WONDERFUL AND ABOVE AVERAGE GENERATIONAL TALENT Y/N Y/L/N!”

Will ask you to shout him out occasionally (imagine having a friendship like him and Adam Cole)

No but for real, he’s happy for you

I think this man would shower you with gifts in private so you can fully get the MJF experience

Will bring you up in interviews; especially about people he can kind of give props to (his words not mine)

Christian Cage

THIS MAN IS MY SUGAR DADDY AND-

I feel like this man would be very proud of you

Would not dare hold your championship as you threaten him about that

But he would announce himself with your title in the same sentence (ex below)

“I AM THE TNT CHAMPION AND I am the significant other/best friend of the AEW Women’s Champion! Therefore, you all should respect me!”

Definitely would tell Luchasaurus to protect you as well

Loves how confident you became since winning

Also remember how I said he’s a sugar daddy?

Mans would buy you anything just for holding the championship at one point it almost becomes an accessory

Even if you didn’t have a championship, Christian would splurge on you just because

YOU DESERVE IT BIATCH

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companion-showdown · 3 months ago

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Most Likely to Wander Off - Nominations

a penchant for wandering off is a core trait of practically every companion, but who is first out of the starting blocks even when its incredibly dangerous, who cannot stay put no matter how imperative, who can the doctor not afford to let out of their sights?

no specific rules for this one, just the general guidelines of preferably no alternate versions of the same character unless they are very different eg through regeneration, and limited nominations from franchises other than doctor who and only if their universes are incredibly intertwined with Doctor Who (ie more than a small handful of crossovers)

all tv companions, along with some of the better known eu companions, are automatically included and so don't need nominating. full list here

Nominations:

Antranak

Missy

Wolsey

Rose the Cat

K9 mk 5

K9 from K9 Australia

John and Gillian Who

The TARDIS

Cousin Eliza

Delgado!Master

Ainley!Master

Miss Evangelista

proper Dave

other Dave

Anita

guy played by steve pemberton whose name i will look up in a minute: Strackman (??! - what) Lux

Death's Head

Thomas Brewster

Lulubelle

Mels Zucker

Rose Noble

this list will be whittled down to 8 during the round 1 group stage

Nominations will be open for at least 24 hours, until 14:00 BST (GMT/UTC + 1) 30/08

after that no guarantees, but always worth a try if the tournament isn't yet underway

#stray companions: nominations #doctor who #is it to early to start my campaign for evelyn #i mean she doesn't need to be nominated #so we're good for today #but she deserves the whole thing #and as an eu companion need to start the campaign early #okay spectre of lanyon moor she witnesses a grisly death and is a bit shaken #so everyone is like you clearly need some time to recover #go upstairs and have a rest #short time late she's sneaking out of the house to go do some breaking and entering #gets caught talks about tudor archetecture while she's getting locked up by the owner #who foolishly expects her to stay inside a locked room #but nah she quickly breaks a window and climbs out #(all thats from memory so some details might be wrong because i haven't checked)#ive only listened to three evelyn stories and i know its her #nobody wanders off like her #i love her #okay campaigning over for today

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earenwen-leafwhisper · 1 year ago

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Not Wanted Part 2

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem chubby reader

Summarize:

Trigger Warning:

Author’s note: Hello, this part 2 are a little short but the next part will be longer.

Warning: I have not corrected this part deeply because slightly under painkiller. I will reread and correct better when I can

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As the sun rose, the light moved on the ground, slowly drawing closer to the wet ground. When the sun has reached the line, the archery tournament would begin. If for some people time was moving fast, for others time seemed to have slowed down. Among this people, there was you.

You dared not look around, knowing that your father was watching you, at the slightest misstep, he would have made you pay once the alcohol in sufficient quantity in his veins. All you observed were the archers who all wore tunics in the colors of their houses or the nobles for whom, they participated in this tournament. You did not recognize all the houses, the participants coming mainly from house far away from home, and low nobility, at the limit of the squire. You suspected that your father might think of approaching one of them in order to bargain your marriage. This thought gave you shivers in the back. You did not know any of them, and although some seemed to be full of nobility, the others made you think more of small boasters who were there only to woo young women and in nothing seemed to want to find a wife.

Lost in your thoughts, the sound of the horn startled you gently, your servant took your hand to reassure you, you had closed your eyes, feeling your heart palpitating, opening your eyelids you watched the archers bandage their bows, ready to shoot.

From his place, Daemon continued to observe you, noticing your startle, he raised an eyebrow, raising his cup of wine in front of his lips, he smiled in the corner before drinking a sip. He felt that these few days of games were going to be interesting.

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The gentle breeze, rare in the lands of the Baratheon, did not bother the archers, it even helped them in the first rounds, even the less skilful had no difficulty in reaching their targets. The closest to the center of the target, were qualified for the following rounds. Gradually, the targets were placed further and further, increase the difficulty, the breeze with the distance, slightly deflect the arrows from their trajectories.

This show was not the most exciting, the people present screamed very little, concentrating on watching the remaining archers prepare to shoot their very last arrow. You would sigh, prefer to speak in low mass with your servant, whether it is the next games, or the young man who remains embedded in a corner of your head. Your servant, at times, looked discreetly in the direction of the stands where Prince Targaryen stood, explaining to you that the prince seemed to be bored, his gaze lost in the void.

You were restrained from looking in his direction, knowing that your father, although concentrating on the tournament, would keep an eye on you, his presence was a burden on your back.

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A new blow of horn put an end to the tournament, put an end to the first game of the day, it indicated at the same time, the beginning of the banquait of noon.

The lords and lady present, began to leave the stands one after the other, several lady left in the direction of their tents, walking quickly for the young, you suspected that they wanted to change to make a good impression, They also see it as a matter of finding a husband. You felt less alone in this bargaining game, although you would have preferred to have as many choices as they, to have the right to get to know your or your suitors. To be able to prepare yourself and not to remain locked in your tent, to watch over by your servant and Sir Percival. You sighed so softly, knowing what you were to do during the day, your father having been very clear in the morning. You had to be a silent spectator, between each game, you had to go to your tent and wait there for the next games. Instead of banquets or dinner by the side of the lords and lady of the smallest houses, you would eat with your servant, always enclosed in your tent.

It was simple, crystal clear. It was. It was not counting on a person with a purplish gaze.

Your father did not participate in the Baratheon banquaint, but had invited himself to the home of the archery tournament winner. Leaving you back at your servant’s side.

"Lady Y/n, can we stop at the vote of the helmets of the knights of the jousting tournament?"

“I…”

You were thinking, you wanted to go, but on the other hand you knew that your father’s wrath would have been terrible. Until out of the corner of your eye you saw an advanced gray dot. Turning your head, you recognized the unknown, the prince. He was heading for the tents of the future tournaments. With a stroke of madness or courage, you looked at your servant.

“Why not, let’s go, we can always say we got lost on the way home.”

Gently holding your servant’s arm, you began to walk slowly, trying to pass incognito in the crowd of people. While keeping sight of the corner of the eye, the prince’s silver hair.

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There were few people present for the helmet vote. Each was particular, some wore gilding, other helmets were forged of angular geometric shapes. Your servant watched them each, taking her time, you on the contrary, you had the look hung by a single helmet, this dark helmet, with the details of a dragon.

"May I, ladies? We have few votes, if you like one, we suggest you vote for the one of your preference."

A mestre of the house Baratheon had just spoken, he was part of the judges designer.

«To which knights does this helmet belong?» this question comes naturally from your lips.

“We can’t tell you, although the houses may show, we want to keep a form of fairness in voting.”

“Oh, well…. I vote for this one then.”

You slowly raised your hand towards the dragon helmet.

The maester took note of a parchment, placing it in a wooden box. He observed your servant waiting for her answer. Surprised, she looked at you, you nodded, the mestre would not have accepted her vote if the number of votes was so low. She chose a helmet with gold motifs, delicately inlaid in the helmet. The Maester thanked you for the votes when he left the tent.

You watched around you, hoping to see the silver hair but alas, he was not present. You sigh softly, taking delicately the arm of your servant, you mime to return, under the odors emanating from the food cooked on the wood fire, opening you the appetite.

What you didn’t know was that the prince, hiding in the middle of the crowd, could see you, he had seen you come out of the tent, and he was ready to ask with very little politeness, if you had voted and for whom. But he held back, a vote was nothing compared to future games and his intentions towards you.

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The second day, marked the beginning of the tournament of combat between two teams, the teams were constituted of several houses, generally, the houses were close by their geographical positions or by marital alliance.

These games were located outside the cities and villages, can be very large in size and duration all day, or several days depending on the size of the teams and the distance separate them. During his games, the two teams had to take their opponents prisoner, they could make prisoner exchanges, but generally, they waited for the horn sounds that declared the end of the game day claim by the lord of the place.

Your father had gone to the games, he enjoyed the violence that emanated from his games, a cup of wine in his hand he was screaming for are team fetish.

You of your side, you were staying in your tent, your father had not enjoyed your little getaway of the previous day and you had forbidden to attend the games of the day. It was a relief in a way, you didn’t want to see you go down on both teams. There were other ideas in your head, like going for a walk in the city.

With your heart beating, you had taken a hooded cape from the trunk where the few clothes you had were. Your servant was ready to follow you, Sir Percival was not in the running, if he would have been, he would never have accepted. It was in secret that the two of you set off towards the city, with your head hidden by the hood.

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The city consisted of wooden buildings and lime. There was a large street that led to tangles of smaller streets and alleys. Each street led to specific shops, there was a street of blacksmiths, a street of tailors, a street of market gardeners to name a few. The streets were paved with large stones, the streets bonded visitors and spectators of the games.

You could hear the cries of the merchants, the negotiations taking place between the merchant and the client. Musicians playing and singing, you could see color games coming from the clothes of passers-by. A smell of earth food reigned in the air, except at the time of passing in the street of the washerwomen, where a smell of soap and plant reigned in the street.

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The sun almost at its zenith, you proposed to your servant to take advantage of this outing to eat outside the camp, it is more than joyful, that she accepted.

At the corner of the street taverns, you went in search of one of them who prepared dishes to your taste. One of them was interesting, because of its food offer but also because of its original name "The Smoked Pie". What a strange name.

As you entered the building, you were greeted by a sweet warmth and a mixture of smell, wood fire and food, the smell of roasted meat and soup rose to your nose. The place was luminous by its windows illuminate by the light coming from the street, only a part more removed from the entrance, was plunged into the penumbra.

The walls were composed of a light cob and consolidate pillar of dark wood in a color contrast.

Employees of the tavern, walked zigzagging through the aisles of tables, from the world was present, near to eat the specialties of the establishment. Fortunately, some seats were free at some tables, one of them was in the right corner of the counter, on the nearby tables, men and women feasted, sang, giving even more warmth to the place.

At this table, two hooded people were sitting, drinking and eating sense pay attention to the world around them.

It’s one step to decide that both of you start walking towards this table. The owner of the tavern sent an employer to welcome you, explaining the many dishes that the place offered, leaving you a few moments to choose. Your servant looked at you waiting for you to choose for both of you, though she knew you would have let her choose what she wanted to eat.

As you opened your mouth to begin to command, a male voice held you back.

"I don’t recommend their wine. It’s dog piss."

Outraged to have heard the words of the man, you raised your head, how did he dare to speak like that? for whom did he take himself?

"Keep an eye on..."

You could not continue your sentence, your heart missed a beat before starting to beat, your pupils began to dilate, this man... Those purple eyes... it was him...

Daemon Targaryen was right in front of you, and the world seemed to disappear around you.

#daemon x reader #daemon targaryen x chubby reader #daemon x chubby reader #daemon targeryen x reader #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon x reader

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pluckyredhead · 1 year ago

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The Lost Titans in Canon: Jason and Rose

I already talked about Jason and Eddie's canon friendship, so next up, I want to talk about Jason and Rose. They're an interesting duo, actually, because even though they have appeared in far more comics together than Jason and Eddie, a lot of them take place in Elseworlds, or timelines that are in questionable continuity these days. It's only in the past couple of years that this relationship has really picked up the pace - and to a certain extent, only in the past couple of days.

Jason and Rose first interacted in Red Hood and the Outlaws, the New 52 volume. Rose turns up hunting the Outlaws, and it's revealed that she and Jason have a sexual past. Because it's RHATO, she's of course written appallingly out of character:

Awful.

The very next issue, the book is canceled. Jason and Rose walk off together, but when we next see Jason in Red Hood/Arsenal like four seconds later, Rose is nowhere in sight.

Anyway, this history and interaction are...let's say in dubious continuity. Rose's appearance here barely jives with anything else she did in the DCU (most of which was also written incoherently by Lobdell), and everything about New 52 Rose was instantly retconned out of existence by Rebirth. Then again, you could say the same thing about Jason and Roy.

Ever since, DC has treated Jason and Rose like they have romantic history of some kind, or at least there are references to sexual tension between them, but no one is ever specific about exactly what their history is.

Next up is DCeased: The Unkillables, a miniseries set in the DCeased universe. Jason and Rose actually wind up getting married in this universe, but obviously it's not actually in continuity because it's an AU. Still, they're pretty cute:

(This ends tragically, of course, because DCeased.)

Speaking of AUs, we also saw these two together in Future State, a possible dystopian future. They are definitely sleeping together, but while Rose spends most of her time making double entendres, Jason is distant and brooding, until she gets pissed off:

Still, she shows up later to rescue him, and they actually manage to end that AU together and alive (for now):

Okay, so much for AUs and potentially retconned-away interactions. What about the in continuity stuff?

Well, this single panel happened during Dark Nights: Death Metal: The Last Stories of the DC Universe, which was sort of the transitional event between the end of Rebirth and completely rolling back the remnants of the New 52:

Is it still in continuity? Do any of the characters remember it? I HAVE NO IDEA.

Next is Robin, when Rose tells Jason that Damian has entered the assassin tournament on Lazarus Island, and the former Robins show up to try to stop him. Rose and Jason don't interact directly, but we do get this:

Great question, Damian! NO ONE KNOWS.

Rose and Jason FINALLY interact ONE HUNDRED PERCENT IN CURRENT CONTINUITY FOR SURE in The Joker: The Man Who Stopped Laughing, when she rescues him from a police van and they both look ridiculously hot about it:

I'm assuming she's calling him "lover boy" because they've hooked up, but if you've read any of my work you know I'm a Jason Todd Secret Virgin truther, so I'm choosing to read it ambiguously. I'm also choosing to read her last line as her having the hots for Steph. (Rose, like me, prefers Naughty Robins only.) Anyway, she's been roped into the plot of this book, but it's still ongoing so who knows how it'll resolve. (Spoiler: not with Jason successfully killing the Joker!)

That was going to be my whole list when I started this post, but then Batman/Catwoman: Gotham War: Red Hood #2 came out, and who should show up but Rose!

We've seen this dynamic from them before: Rose cracks sex jokes, Jason is stoic and terse and Focused On The Mission. I'm of two minds about this - it's fun to read, and Rose does tend to make bawdy jokes (she did grow up in a brothel, after all), whereas Jason ranges from stoic to equally sassy depending on who's writing him, so I wouldn't necessarily say it's out of character for either of them. It's more that Rose is always depicted as the one pursuing Jason, whereas he has Important Manly Things to think about instead. (See also: Bruce and Selina, Bruce and Talia, Bruce and any woman, any man in comics and any woman.) Just because it's not technically OOC doesn't mean it doesn't overlap into a sexist trope.

(I kind of love the idea that she is literally only doing it because she knows it embarrasses him and he is Focusing On The Mission to hide his blush and they both know they aren't going to fuck, but that's a personal headcanon and not really the Occam's Razor interpretation of these scenes, which are definitely meant to imply that they are banging.)

What I did find interesting about this issue is that it's the first one in continuity to show genuine concern and affection between the characters:

Do I think Rose would ever stand with her toes together like that past the age of 12? No. But this is still very touching.

Anyway, JayRose is one of those pairings that I don't ship but am perfectly fine seeing unfold in canon. I totally get why DC would pair them, I totally get what they would see in each other, I think it will all end in disaster but that can be fun to watch. It'll be interesting to see if DC commits to actually telling an in-continuity story with these two, or if they will forever be restricted to her showing up and making a dick joke that Jason will ignore because of how he's sad inside. Time will tell!

#jason todd #red hood #rose wilson #ravager #the lost titans

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oc-poll-tournament · 11 months ago

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So, I'll Try To Make This A Thing!

There is enough interest from the poll on my other blog that I want to try and see if this will work! I don't have tons of time because of school, but I already go on Tumblr anyway, so might as well have something to host while I'm at it, lol. So, I'll try and host this thing.

Rules: Whoever is interested, please submit 1-2 original characters (from fanfic or original writing) for the tournament (if you want to group them together, please let me know, if not, I'll just have them be separate), either by messaging this blog, submitting to this blog, sending an ask to this blog, or reblogging this post and putting the information there! I will ask that you also submit your introduction to the character that you want on the poll post at the same time, and that once the poll is live, you can submit propaganda via ask or submission that I'll publish.

Since I do have school, I ask that everyone be patient. I might not be able to respond right away to everything, but I'll try to be as on time as possible! You'll have a week to submit, so submissions close January 16 at 12 pm Central time! I'll try to have a preliminary post with the characters in their brackets (if I use brackets) by sometime the next day. Also, please, if you have any ideas or suggestions, please let me know! I have never done this before, lol. Would you rather have the polls last one day or one week?

I'll try to update this post with links and extra things I think about, and this post will be pinned so it'll be easy to find! Also, I am planning on having a character in this as well, so I hope that's ok!

Here are links to the active polls:

Final Poll: (Chess vs. Crislie Crimsworth vs. Nat Finch)

Answers to questions I have gotten:

Characters can be from anything you've worked on: fanfic, WIP, or finished/published work, as long as they are an original character of yours!

Submissions should include some information about your character, preferably name, pronouns, any unique features, and backstory, but it can be as long or short as you'd like! I'll put that information on the poll post for voters to see! And if you have a picture (picrew, drawing, etc.), please send that along with your submission so I can put it on the poll post as well!

Propaganda will be allowed to submit for your character when the poll is active, but bribes will not be allowed.

So far, I am thinking of having the polls be random, where I put the characters in a random wheel spin and put them in polls against each other based on that. So, probably no brackets. I just like the idea that it'll be completely random!

For a prize, @somealienquill graciously offered to draw a portrait sketch of the winner!

Blogs who showed interest on the poll post are tagged below the cut:

@albatris, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, @waltzshouldbewriting, @lux-scriptum, @ibuprofen-exe, @your-absent-father, @abalonetea, @grailfish, @jfictitional, @drabbleitout, @izzyspussy, @flannelandsarcasm, @gailynovelry, @inscrutable-shadow, @sevenscreaminglizards

#OC poll tournament #writeblr

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bananadrinkxxx · 1 year ago

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THE BLOOD CROWN

PART 18

[Aemond Fanfiction]

[Dark Romance / Enemies to Lovers / Revenge]

[warnings: smut, sex content, angst, fights, domination, murder]

[Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character ! I fem!reader]

Content for adults.

Previous and next chapters: click here

Aemond found little time to train during these times, but he tried not to neglect it.

He had worked too long, too hard, to now lose the form he had spent years training for.

After losing his eye, it had been difficult to re-hone his senses (not that he was particularly talented in swordsmanship before) and he had managed, with patience, practice and training, to become one of the best swordsmen in the realm. He felt proud and a sense of power when he himself had defeated Ser Criston, his teacher, in a practice fight. But that was not enough for him. He wanted to prove his skill, turn it against his enemies and be celebrated as a hero. He was no longer interested in trivial wastes of time like tournaments and practice fights. He wanted to go into battle like Aegon I and Visenya and make sure that his enemies knew who he was.

Normally he was very focused and concentrated, never letting his goal out of his sight, but when he suddenly saw Rose at the edge, he had to admit that he got a little burst of energy. He wanted to impress her and out of the corner of his eye he saw her marveling at his fighting skills.

The blue dress clung to her body and made her eyes and fair skin shine. Her brown hair lay curly over her shoulders, caressing her like a bed of flowers. Her eyes glittered as she watched him.

His chest heaved with pride and he quickened, his movements more supple. Ser Criston did his best to hold him off, but just like Aemond, he felt that no one could stop him today. At least until the moment when he suddenly heard a laugh, a familiar voice, and he stopped without any warning to fix his gaze on Rose. Standing next to her, Aegon had taken her hand, which he pulled to his mouth to kiss. Rose saw smiled slightly and before Aemond could stop it, his legs led him to the two.

Why were they talking to each other? And why was Rose smiling? He felt his blood pulsing in his veins, almost boiling, so much anger he suddenly felt inside.

"What are you doing here, Aegon?"

His brother raised an eyebrow. "What, do I have to ask your permission to move around my castle?"

"You know exactly what I mean," Aemond replied coldly, looking to Rose's hand still in Aegon's. "You were here the last time our nephews lived here."

"Then be happy that I'm suddenly showing interest."

They both knew it wasn't that. Aegon showed no sudden interest in swordsmanship. He never had, and he never would.

"He's always so unrelaxed," he said, turning to Rose and winking. Rose was no longer smiling, but had pressed her lips into a thin line. She looked stiff. "I see I'm not welcome here. Thank you for your time, sweet Rose." With these words, the king took his leave, but not before casting a condescending glance at Aemond, who had preferred to ram his sword down his throat. Anger pulsed in his veins and his gaze turned hard and cold on the only person left.

"You like to make a spectacle of yourself, don't you?" He hissed softly. Rose looked at him in surprise and opened her mouth, but closed it again when she correctly interpreted his look. She swallowed loudly, looked at him pleadingly, and breathed heavily. She took a step back and he followed. He walked with her step by step, forcing her to move backward, until suddenly he grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her close.

She fixed her gaze on the floor, submissively, and Aemond felt his manhood throbbing in his pants.

"Do you like it? The attention?"

She looked at him, irritated.

"Would you like to add another prince to your list? Whereas, I forgot. Aegon is king now. Was that your goal?" He asked softly, trembling, the unintended pain he was trying to hide in the tone of his voice. Jealousy ate at him from within and made him tremble. It was worse than the anger he had felt when Lucerys had disappeared. He could barely control himself. "Answer me."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she whispered, softly and humbly. She trembled, and Aemond felt pity. But the anger in him was stronger.

"Do you think I am a fool?"

He hissed, squeezing his fingers tighter, impatient.

"No."

"And why are you acting like this?"

"And why are you acting like this?" she repeated his question, and suddenly there was fire in her eyes. He saw resistance and challenge and suddenly he felt his manhood throbbing in his pants again. No matter how she behaved. She kept arousing him. He tried to hide his excitement from her.

"Don't challenge me, Rose," he hissed, leaning down to her. "Trust me, you'll lose." He saw the resistance in her, saw her eyes slide from left to right, searching for an answer that even he didn't have. He was annoyed that he couldn't control himself, but he was even more annoyed that she had dared to flirt with Aegon in his presence, when she knew full well he wouldn't stand for it. She was his. Had she liked anything Aegon had done with her? Had she lied to him and secretly taken a liking to it?

"My prince," he suddenly heard Ser Criston start behind him.

"Don't come any closer!" he hissed to Criston, who stopped mid-step.

"You are not unobserved here," the knight warned him, and Aemond looked to the side, to the servants who paused with their work and gave them curious glances.

"Don't you have anything to do?" he shouted angrily across the square, startling the crowd. Satisfied, he saw everyone turn back to their tasks and turned to Rose.

He looked into her eyes, which were wide open, searching for something that would allow him to conclude that she was lying and pretending to be exactly as he imagined. He almost hoped that he would find truth in his thoughts so that he would be right. But there was something sad in her gaze, something tender and hurtful, of which he felt a burning shame that he didn't want to admit to himself.

He wanted her to leave, to leave him alone.

Aemond put distance between them and looked down at her coolly.

"Leave."

He saw her look up at him, startled and surprised at the same time. She was not used to this coldness from him, at least not now. Everything in him resisted treating her like this, a voice in his head told him that she didn't deserve it, but his pride was stronger.

Aemond turned around without a second thought and breathed a sigh of relief when he heard her footsteps until he heard them no more.

He noticed Criston's gaze and raised an eyebrow.

"Do you have a problem, Ser Criston?"

The knight looked at him seriously. "That... that was very harsh, my prince."

Aemond snorted snidely. "You suddenly feel sympathy for the girl? Was it not you who told my brother about her?"

Criston looked to the ground, ashamed. He moistened his lips.

"It was a mistake. I should have kept my mouth shut. I beg your forgiveness."

Aemond approached the knight who was under his mother and bowed slightly.

"Don't ever try to interfere in my business again, do you understand me?"

Cole swallowed, and nodded.

"Of course my prince. I am sorry," but he did not remain silent after that as Aemond had hoped, but continued to speak. "I was against the girl, but I see how much she means to you. If you have affection for someone, then position should not be an obstacle."

"Are you speaking of me here or of you, Ser Criston?"

He saw his teacher's affected face, saw him open his mouth to say something, probably any words as a petty defense, but Aemond only turned away and threw the sword carelessly into the sandy ground.

His mother had been right.

. . . . .

Rose had not shown her face again and Aemond had not sent for her. He had no need to see her, although that was a lie. At least he told himself so. It had made him angry that she had spoken to Aegon, in front of him, but the real problem was Aegon and not Rose.

When there was a sudden knock at the door, Aemond felt a hope arise within him, but after he gave permission to enter, that hope was quickly replaced with disappointment.

A strange girl entered and bowed.

"I bring your food," she said humbly, narrowing her brown eyes framed by long lashes. She resembled Rose on the outside, but she was older and had more curves. She seemed more womanly, more mature. "I had wondered if you were hungry, my prince," she added.

"Who are you?" His voice was unkind. He did not feel like being falsely friendly.

"Your Grace, I have been sent to serve you," the woman said in a low voice. As she stood before him, she practically falls to her knees in a regal courtesy. She was a pretty thing and her humble demeanor pleased him. It is a very intoxicating feeling.

Aemond leaned forward, two fingers extended under her chin until she met his eyes.

"Tell me your name."

"Alys, Your Grace. Alys Rivers," she said softly. Her voice had a beautiful sound.

Aemond hummed. "A bastard, then?" The bastards seemed to stalk him like bees stalk honey.

She nodded. She was lovely. There was no denying it, with her long black hair falling over her shoulders. The softness of her cheeks. Big brown eyes that reminded him of Rose. They looked very much alike, almost mistaken for each other. Alys was even older than him, he realized. He saw her experience, which was in stark contrast to Rose's innocence.

"A bastard of whom?"

"The former Lord Strong, my prince," Alys said. "Lord Larys is my half-brother and brought me to court."

Strong bastard. This was getting good.

"How long have you been at the court?" Maybe she had freed his bastard nephew.

"Since yesterday," she replied calmly. Or maybe not.

He did not answer and watched her coming closer. Alys smiled gently and placed the food on the table.

"You look exhausted, my prince," she judged. "You look like you need to relax. I could see to it that you relax."

It was a tempting offer. He had never acted out like his brother, but Rose had not been the first woman he had felt beneath him. She was just the first woman he had ever wanted to feel again after that. His lust pulsed between his legs and he reached for her face, squeezing her mouth into a pout. She didn't protest, leaving her mouth open and looking at him expectantly.

He wouldn't have to do much. She would give herself to him without restraint. She would do what he wanted, be at his service and read his every wish.

But his desire was not directed at her and no matter how deeply he looked into her eyes, he saw not Alys but Rose, who smiled lovingly at him.

"I don't need you tonight, Alys Rivers," Aemond declared. "You will go."

"My prince, I am -"

"I'm not one to repeat myself," Aemond interrupted her, pushing her away. She stumbled backward slightly. He expected indignation in her eyes, but when he looked into her dark eyes, he saw nothing but a deep darkness. She stared at him and nodded as she bowed and turned, leaving him with the storm raging inside him.

Aemond sat alone in his chair. The food beside him on the table did not interest him. He was hungry, but not for food. He took a deep breath and lowered his hand to the hard center between his legs, rubbing it over and over. He craved the warmth of a woman, but the only warmth he wanted to feel was the warmth of the woman claiming his mind. He bit his tongue and tried to calm himself. He didn't want to be a slave to his lust. His thoughts were on Rose, her body and how it felt under him.

Suddenly there was another knock at his door and Aemond drew in a sharp breath.

"What?"

The door opened and for a moment Aemond again awaited Alys, who didn't take no for an answer, wondering if he would reject her again, before he recognized brown curly hair and a small snub nose, paired with big brown eyes that looked at him almost fearfully.

Rose was holding a tray of food and looked at him hesitantly.

"I had wondered if you were hungry, my prince," she said, just as Alys had before her, and her gaze slid to the food on his table. "But you have already had food. Sorry to disturb you."

She was about to turn, but Aemond jumped up with quick steps. "Stay here," he said, pulling her around. This caused her to lose her balance and the food bounced carelessly to the floor. She looked at him, startled.

"Forgive me," he breathed and without notice he leaned down and kissed her. "Forgive me," he repeated between his kisses and he breathed a sigh of relief when she immediately returned his kiss. He pushed her back until they landed on his bed and she opened her thighs to make room for him. Aemond made a noise of pleasure as he saw her push up her dress and reveal her bare thighs to him. She was as passionate as he was and he loved it. His fingers dipped between her legs and he felt that she was already ready. He slid his pants off his hips and lowered them hips between her thighs. He regarded her as he thrust deep inside her, almost brutally and without restraint. They moaned together as he sank completely into hers. He began to move quickly inside her, sliding deeper each time, leaving her gasping for breath. She was all wet, hot, ready for him, as always. And he couldn't imagine a better feeling than lying there with her.

Rose is his. Only to him.

She was trembling, but it was not a fearful trembling. She was enjoying it as much as he was.

He felt her body press against him in a pulsing orgasm, she jerked under him but his grip was so strong she couldn't move an inch. They both sighed loudly, pressing against each other. He couldn't take any more of what was building up in his chest, in his throat, in his head. He nuzzled her face into his neck, kissed him, showered him with tenderness.

He would never let her go again.

. . . . .

Rose smiled gently as Aemond settled on her. He looked exhausted, and although he was heavy, she let him. She liked it when he lay on top of her. There was something almost soothing about it. She stroked him through his damp hair, drawing his attention to her. Aemond straightened up and took his weight off her, but he was still bent over her, looking down at her gently.

"You are beautiful," he said, kissing her. She moaned into the kiss and Aemond released it.

"Don't do that."

"What?" she asked innocently.

He grinned. "You know exactly what I mean," Aemond said, reaching for her chin. "Unless you want me to take you again."

Rose grinned and shrugged. "Hmm, maybe I do want to. I mean I can hardly stop it if lust drives you to it," she joked, hooking her arms in his neck and pulling him close. He went along with her playfulness and stroked her bare breast with his rough hand. Her nipples straightened immediately and he took one of them in his mouth and played with it between his teeth. She moaned excitedly and pushed herself towards him.

She felt the lust return in her, and judging by one look at his manhood, his had returned as well.

Rose looked him in the face, he was a handsome man and although he had a scar that ran deep into his face, it hadn't hurt his attractiveness. On the contrary. It made him seem more attractive. Almost more masculine.

She felt safe in his embrace. Safe and protected. He was a difficult man and he had hurt her this morning with his words, but by now she knew how to take him. She felt a tingle in her stomach when he kissed her and she longed for his hands gently stroking her body.

Rose lifted her upper body slightly to kiss Aemond again, but then she suddenly caught a shadowy movement out of the corner of her eye, dark and almost invisible, before she cried out and Aemond sat up, startled. He followed her gaze and managed to draw his dagger, which he had lying on the ground next to his clothes. A man, dressed completely in black with his face covered, lunged with a dagger at Aemond, who was able to block the attack at the last moment. Aemond grabbed the man and pushed him away from him, while Rose grabbed the bedspread and, pressed tightly against her body, slid into the far corner of the bed.

She watched as the two men fought for dominance and superiority.

"You must pay with your life, one-eyed prince," the voice hissed, and from the accent she could tell the person was from Pentos. Emā naejot addemmagon iā gēlȳn, he hissed in a foreign language that Rose identified as Valyrian.

"Qilōni issi ao? syt qilōni issi ao workng syt ?," Aemond replied in Valyrian, but the man made no response and suddenly looked to her. His eyes became slits and Rose flinched. She sucked in her breath as the man suddenly came running toward her, but before he could reach her, Aemond grabbed him and shoved him away from her. The two fought hard and neither gave anything to his opponent, but as the other grew weaker and weaker, Aemond seemed to grow stronger and stronger. He parried his opponent's blows with a frightening ease, and before the fight had begun, it had been finished. Aemond sank his dagger into the chest of the man, who spat blood and tore open his eyes before going down. The prince reached for the man's mask. A man with sun-kissed skin, which confirmed her suspicions with Pentos, but the man's face had told her nothing more. He had closed his eyes and lay motionless on the floor.

"Are you all right?" asked Aemond anxiously. She sat huddled in the corner, the covers pressed against her, and nodded tentatively. He approached her and stroked her head.

"It's all right, the danger is over," he reassured her and she smiled. She reached for his hand and was about to say something when she suddenly detected movement behind Aemond again. But this time she reacted and before she knew what she was doing, she pulled Aemond aside and in the next moment felt a sharp blade pierce her chest and take away all the air she could breathe. Stunned, she looked at Aemond's shocked expression before her face moved to the man she thought was dead, who still had his hand around the handle of the dagger in her chest. She felt a warm liquid running down her torso. She couldn't breathe and before she could say anything, she felt everything spinning.

Then everything went black.

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Throuple Tournament Info

Rules

Submissions are closed.

Polls will run for a week and I will give you at least a days notice.

I will not answer asks while a poll is up unless it's propaganda or a question about the polls.

I will not answer asks about discourse. I might think about what you said but I don't want discourse on this blog.

I will also not respond to rude or mean asks.

Please send asks that are propaganda. Also, please send asks with your fan art or your favourite screenshots that you wouldn't mind me using for polls.

Please send in a description of your favourite throuples if you want to; these will be used in the polls.

Please do not be rude about other people's interests or the other throuples in the tournament. You can talk about your preferred throuple without talking badly about the other/s.

Please don't jokingly threaten others or joke about suicide. I've noticed that some polls I follow have had this issue and I don't want this to happen on my blog.

I don't know when I'm going to have the first polls ready as I'm going to be getting busier from this week onwards but I'll let you guys know.

Match Ups Under Keep Reading

Group 1

Marco/Star/Tom vs Marco/Janna/Jackie from Star vs the Forces of Evil

Adaine/Fig/Ayda vs Em/Sofia/Dale from Dimension 20

Kala/Wolfgang/Rajan vs Lito/Hernando/Daniela from Sense 8

Willow/Luz/Amity vs Willow/Hunter/Gus from The Owl House

Raz/Lilli/Dogen vs Ford/Lucretia/Otto from Psychonauts

Finn/Rey/Poe vs Rex/Anakin/Padme from Star Wars

Makoto/Sayaka/Kyoko vs Hajime/Nagito/Chiaki from Danganronpa

Ryunosuke/Barok/Kazuma vs Clay/Apollo/Klavier from The Great Ace Attorney

Jason/Roy/Koriand'r vs Dick/Barbara/Koriand'r from DC Comics

Marius/Ivy/Raphaella vs Orpheus/Narcissus/Eurydice from The Mechanisms

Group 2

Selina/Harley/Ivy vs Tim/Bernard/Kon from DC

Sam/Tucker/Danny vs Vlad/Jack/Maddie from Danny Phantom

Rose/Lissa/Natalie from Vampire Academy vs Bonnie/Caroline/Elena from Vampire Diaries

Jay/Nya/Cole from Ninjago vs Red Son/Mei/MK from Lego Monkie Kid

Rilla/Arum/Damien from Penumbra Podcast vs Howard/James/Cel from Rusty Quill Gaming Podcast

Haru/Legosi/Louis from Beastars vs Ranpo/Poe/Mushitarou from Bungou Stray Dogs

Adrien/Marinette/Kagami from Miraculous Ladybug vs Anne/Marcy/Sasha from Amphibia

Ichika/Nene/Kanade vs Rui/Mafuyu/Tsukasa from Project SEKAI

Parker/Hardison/Elliot from Leverage vs Neal/Peter/Elizabeth from White Collar

Yamato/Ace/Deuce from One Piece vs Arthur/Lancelot/Guinevere from Arthurian Legend

Group 3

Ichigo/Minto/Retasu from Tokyo Mew Mew vs Hikaru/Lala/Yuni from Star Twinkle Precure

Kyle/Rogelio/Lonnie from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power vs Pearl/Rose/Greg from Steven Universe

Rapunzel/Eugene/Cassandra from Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure vs Zuko/Sokka/Suki from Avatar: The Last Airbender

The Doctor/Rose/Jack from Doctor Who vs James/Bones/Spock from Star Trek TOS

Nancy/Steve/Jonathan from Stranger Things vs Merlin/Gwen/Arthur from Merlin (2008)

Rachel/Chloe/Max from Life is Strange vs Thanatos/Zagreus/Megaera from Hades

Vincent/Victor/Albert from Vincent: The Secret of Myers vs Rinne/Himeru/Niki from Ensmeble Stars!

Jack/Kirtash/Victoria from Idhun's Memories Series vs Qibli/Winter/Moonwatcher from Wings of Fire Series

Ludivine/Rielle/Audric from The Empirium Trilogy vs Vlad/Nathan/Ursula from Hunger Pangs:True Love Bites

King Kelp/Lord Cabbage/Bagel from Cucumber Quest vs Camilla/Nyra/Dendro from Muted

Group 4

Neptune/Uranus/Pluto from Sailor Moon vs Aira/Rizumu/Mion from Pretty Rhythm

Mickey/Goofy/Donald from Disney vs Pepe/Sylvester/Penelope from Looney Tunes

Draculaura/Clawdeen/Frankie from Monster High vs Ruby/Weiss/Penny from RWBY

Nathan/Annalise/Gabriel from The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself vs Quentin/Eliot/Arielle from The Magicians

Leon/Claire/Ada from Resident Evil vs Jaskier/Yennefer/Geralt from The Witcher

Abigail/Sam/Sebastian from Stardew Valley vs Candy/Sapphire/Zack from My Sims

Sweet/Capn/K_K from Deltarune vs Shiver/Frye/Big Man from Splatoon

Chris/Millie/Conrad from Chronicles of Chrestomanci vs Sadie/Walt/Anubis from The Kane Chronicles

Rah'oxah/Legzi/Ryjnah from Drawga: Dungeons and Drawings vs Grendan/York/Rose from Drawtectives

Jean/Scott/Logan from Marvel Comics vs Wu/Li/Gao from Iron Widow

Group 5

Yuji/Megumi/Nobara from Jujutsu Kaisen vs Misa/Light/L from Deathnote

Lucy/George/Anthony from Lockwood & Co vs Louis/Lestat/Armand from Interview With A Vampire

Chel/Tulio/Miguel from The Road to El Dorado vs Manolo/Maria/Joaquin from The Book of Life

Henry/Charles/Ellie from Henry Stickmin Collection vs Steve/Alex/Herobrine from Minecraft

Soldier/Demoman/Zhanna from TF2 vs Susie/Magolor/Taranza from Kirby

Morgana/Launchpad/Drake from Darkwing Duck vs Yoo/Han/Kim from Omniscient Readers Viewpoint

Isabela/Merril/Hawke from Dragon Age 2 vs Dorian/Orym/Fearne from Critical Role Campaign 3

Vivi/Arthur/Lewis from Mystery Skulls Animated vs Aizo/Yujiro/Hiyori from Honeyworks

June/Dave/Karkat from Homestuck vs Trevor/Sypha/Alucard from Castlevania

Elizabeth/Jack/Will from Pirates of the Carribean vs Cyrano/Christian/Roxanne from Cyrano (2021)

#throuple #tournament #polls

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davekat-sucks · 7 months ago

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vaultedthewall: I don't like it because I see both of them as gay, idgaf otherwise. I love toxic shit.

yes, i hear you, and yet I think you misunderstand me. I’ve got nothing against anyone that voted a ship out of personal interpretation or preference. That’d be hypocritical since I’m the same. I actually dont like dirkrose either, and yet I’m still voting davekat because the damage theyve caused to the fandom, the comic, their characters as a whole is immense.

Thus my problem is with the self righteous kids who lack any critical thinking and feel the need to justify their vote or harass anyone who ships something they don't like with some kind of virtuous excuse. Voting for dirkrose isn’t owning anybody; it was a joke option that wasn't even feasible in the original comic. But since people were comically denying reality saying that hs2 rose saying “daddy punish me ive been a bad girl” was just family goals or a normal thing a girl would say to her father, it became a meme in this blog, and thus why it was added to the tournament. Why do you think, for example, that brodave isn’t in the tournament instead when most of the fandom hates it?

And anyway, they STILL picked it and then tried to preach about MANIPULATION when they completely dismissed the ACTUALLY CANON, way more obviously manipulative and for far longer abusive (and incestuous too) relationship because it was supposedly the "morally correct option." They can't see how messed up kurlin is, just because it's a popular ship that nobody criticizes despite being the same fucking thing as gamrezi and hitting all the same points they usually cite for a ship to be the worst. And that’s why I fucking hate it, because Kurloz was so good at manipulating, that even the fucking fandom that is so obsessed for preaching against abuse and manipulation, fell for it. And now the same hypocritical dumbasses that think proved something by voting dirkrose, implicitly acknowledge it as a romantic pairing.

“you’re reading too much into it” you might be thinking. And sure, maybe so.

But so are the people that try to imply im homophobic or pro-abuse for voting davekat

kurlin is way fucking worse than davekat.

Kurlin aka Rydas and Ninjettes is way fucking worse than Davekat.

#Kurlin #Kurloz x Meulin #KurlozMeulin #KurlozxMeulin #Kurloz Makara #Meulin Leijon #Homestuck #Openbound

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writingwenches · 3 months ago

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Tell me about Mateo and Clarice Hightower👀

I've been wanting to talk about Clarice! Thanks for the opportunity!~ She's a recent favorite of mine~ Warning: I changed a lot of names already LOL. Its fun working with a character I purposely added the Seven Degrees of Keven Bacon to~ Clarice is one! OOOP THIS IS FOREVER LONG

"Death Before Disgrace"

History of House Bulwer — Bors the Breaker is a legendary son of Garth Greenhand and founder of House Bulwer of Blackcrown, Its cliffs are called singing cliffs for the whistle heard from the twisted towers and wind-carved stones standing above the waves. According to legend, Born of Bulwer gained the strength of twenty men by drinking only bull's blood. Some tales state Bors drank so much blood he grew a pair of shiny black horns.

30s AC — Lord Herbert Belwer and his wife Lady Charlaena of House Leygood are seen as responsible and accountable rulers of House Belwer. Lord Herbert was named Lord Belwer upon turning 13, after his father's two-year long battle with illness. A year into his Lordship, Lord Herbert was married to Lady Charlaena Leygood when she was 13, shortly after her first blood. The couple did not consummate their marriage for many years, as Lady Charlaena lived in Blackcrown Castle under the supervision of multiple Septas until she officially came of age.

50s AC — Lady Clarice Belwer was the eldest child of House Belwer, along with her siblings Lady Aenaes Bulwer, the future Lord Maurice Bulwer, and Lady Gaëlle Bulwer.

Her brother, Maurice finds himself with a bastard (b. ~70s AC) or two before he ascends to the Lordship. His youngest sister Gaëlle marries the second son to Lord Redwyne, and suddenly finds herself Lady Redwyne after husband's elder brother dies. Gaëlle outlives her husband and child, but lives into old age to watch her grandson ascend to Lord Redwyne, who's only daughter, Lady Oletta Redwyne, is courting Prince Aegon ii Targaryen. Her middle sister, Aenaes Bulwer, is totally open for fun future plotting!

The Redwynes of the Dance are some of my favorite OCs, Oletta's face is Havana Rose Liu for fun previews ;P

Clarice Bulwer was late to receiving her first blood, her younger sister beating her to it. As blood is historically important to their house, House Bulwer celebrated Clarice's entrance into adulthood with a tournament in her honor. The future Lord Hightower, Ser Othello Hightower, in his 30s and married, asked for the favor of Lady Clarice and declared that she was the most beautiful woman in The Reach. He used the excuse that he took pity on the late-blooming girl. Lady Clarice and Ser Othello began an intimate letter exchange from Oldtown and nearby Blackcrown.

In his 40s, Ser Othello Hightower married his second wife, the young Clarice Bulwer. There were rumors at court that the plain looking Clarice used bloodmagic to entice Othello into marriage. Othello and his first wife only had one daughter together, who was always rather sickly. The girl died in her early teens, sparking more rumors at court.

**potential plot — (~late 50s AC - 60AC) Clarice had a bastard child with Othello shortly before they married, if a boy the child could be raised by the Maesters? If a girl, the family could allow ~10 orphan/bastard girls to be employed at the Hightower for "goodwill" sake, being trained and raised with the young ladies of court and employed as their maids. The bastard girl could be one of them, and potentially never finds out about her parentage rip. (or twins and its both LOL) send opinions~

Lady Clarice never had interest in children, and performed her duty and bore two true-born sons to Othello. Hobert and Otto. Clarice left the raising to the nursemaids, tutors and their father. Othello ascended to Lord Hightower late in his life, after his sons were born and raised by his Knightly hand. Clarice preferred the company of Maesters to her husband or other courtly ladies. Perhaps she hated courtly ladies most of all. Othello did not spend long as Lord Hightower, dying and passing the title onto his twenty year old eldest son, Hobert.

Perhaps, the best time of her life was after she ascended to Lady Hightower, which only was made better when she became Lady Dowager.

Clarice was not much interested in the Faith of the Seven, favoring the Maesters Order instead. Instead of confessing her sins to a traditional Septon, she confessed to her close Maesters. Her closest confidant was Maester Fyodor, who shared many of the mysteries of the Citadel with her. During her time as Lady Hightower to a decade after, rumors swarmed around court about her potential use of blood magic with her Maester friends. Rumor had it that she kept with House Bulwer tradition and drank bull's blood in her wine. Some even say that she bathed in the blood of maidens for eternal life. Some rumors were based in fact...

As a mother-in-law, she was harsh and extremely critical whenever she took the time to come down from the top of the Hightower. Her youngest son, Otto, married without much of her consideration. Clarice was potentially most cruel toward Lady Alyrie Florent who married her youngest son, Otto. Alyrie struggled with conception issues, and many Maesters were sent to study her conditions. The Maesters were extremely invasive about her sexual life, potential on the orders of Lady Clarice. I'm sure all the information gathered was shared with her.

That was, until her eldest true born son, Hobert, was married to a Lady of the extremely wealthy House Estermont. Lady Juliette Estermont, the new Lady Hightower, was in for a rough surprise.

House Manderly of the North have strong ties to The South. Lady Sybelle Manderly, a little person/dwarf from The North, started a correspondence with Ser Lyam, the future Lord Estermont, they bonded over having very similar ridiculous fail!knight brothers.

Lady Clarice Hightower nearly fainted when she heard the Lord brother to her daughter-in-law was marrying a dwarf.

Clarice EITHER

went to the wedding, wearing white (or whatever Westeros wedding color) after paying for Lady Sybelle's dress to be ruined, leaving her wearing plain clothes.

[OR] she sent a large party with Lady Juliette Hightower to the wedding celebration and paid to outfit all the Reach girls in the finest of fashions, overshadowing the bride. Or both LOL (always open for other ideas~~)

TO make up for her horrible attitude, Clarice invited Lady Sybelle Estermont and her husband to Oldtown to celebrate some milestone. Potentially Sybelle could have been pregnant and Clarice invited her to be seen by the best Maesters in the Realms. (and made her haul her north ass across the ENTIRE Stormland/Reach while pregnant yeah thanks sooooo much girl)

Ser Lyam Estermont enjoyed his time at Oldstown, sporting with Hobert and enjoying catching up with his sister, Juliette. Lyam, Hobert and their men particularly enjoyed their time hunting along the Honeywine norht of the city. Which left Sybelle to spent most of her time at Oldstown, with Clarice and maybe a terrified Juliette.

It didn't take Sybelle to realize something was horridly wrong. She was from The North, she had a suspicion for these sorts of things. And, of course, when the Maesters starting asking about her plans for her own corpse...well, the technical term is Sybelle skedaddled outta there.

It's a story they tell their children, amongst are Maeria Estermont, many times over. Sybelle took a carriage to the Honeywine to fetch her husband from hunting and left the city. She used her Northern voice and barked orders which made Lyam get off his horse and into her carriage which pulled away without another word.

Sybelle was paranoid and instead of using the Roseroad towards Estermont in the east, they spent time in the Uplands with House Mullendore, arriving with little to no luggage or servants, waiting in their Keep for weeks until all their staff and things arrived. Lady Juliette (Estermont) Hightower graced the Uplands castle, MUCH to the excitement of Lord and Lady Mullendore. There was much drama those nights, and the Mullendore's speak of it often.

Lady Clarice Hightower outlived most everyone in her life, living to at least 90 years. Her grandchildren's generation hardly ever met her, even with everyone but Alicent living in Oldtown, Clarice rarely left the highest rooms of the Hightower. Her great-grandchildren's generation mostly do not know she is alive, nor rarely ask about her. I'm sure her and Helaena have strange dreamscapes together. Anyone older than that would be utterly shocked to find that she was living.

What might have finally killed her was finding out her daughter-in-law's niece (Maeria) marries a Dornishman (Rahul). rip

AND I think that's it....it's a whole novel in itself WHOOPS. Always love hearing thoughts and prayers about her!

#ask games #eddie answers #oc: clarice hightower #oc: Clarice Bulwer #House Bulwer #House Hightower #oc: Sybelle Estermont #oc: Alaerie Florent #oc: Alyrie Florent #oc: Maeria Estermont

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lichniche · 2 years ago

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Necromancer Tournament

i got sick so im extending the submission period! the 15th is the new deadline!

to reiterate, here are the rules:

im not gonna define necromancy, if youre not sure if somebody qualifies submit em anyway and i will either decide or if im unfamiliar or unsure too we will hold a prelim poll

submit as many people as you want but only submit each person once

real people allowed lmao ?? but i hold veto power

no ocs (sorry)

submit to the ask box! one per ask preferable!

PLEASE INCLUDE THE NAME OF THE MEDIA THEY ARE FROM

all polls will be tagged #necromancy tournament and #tournament poll and all non-poll but still tournament relevant stuff will be tagged #tournament stuff

all polls will run for one week

NOW

here are the current submissions!

anyone in orange has been submitted by multiple people

anyone not in the no category or the maybe category is guaranteed a spot unless someone raises an objection, the orange highlighting is just informative

if you are familiar with the source material and want to dispute any of these please do. if you have an opinion on anyone in the maybe column and whether they deserve to be included please share

Magic the Gathering:

Liliana Vess

Gisa Cecani

Lim-Dûl

Ratadrabik

Elder Scrolls:

Vastarie (Elder Scrolls Online)

Mannimarco (Elder Scrolls Online)

The Untamed / MDZS

Wei Wuxian

Xue Yang

The Bible:

Jesus Christ

The Witch of Endor

Dungeons & Dragons

Acererak

Azalin Rex

Vecna

World of Warcraft:

Arthas Menethil

Kel'Thuzad

The Adventure Zone

Barry Bluejeans

Lup

Abhorsen

Chlorr of the Mask

Sabriel

Guild Wars

Zhaitan

Trahearne

Palawa Joko

Marjory Delaqua

Skulduggery PLeasant

Solomon Wreath

Lord Vile

Misc:

Henry (Fire Emblem Awakening

Ned (Pushing Daisies)

Aesop Carl (Identity V)

Xykon (The Order of the Stick)

Rasputin (real life/Don Bluth Cartoon)

Edward and Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Dorian Pavus (Dragon Age)

Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson)

Suzie Costello (Torchwood)

Herbert West (Reanimator)

Lewis Bernavelt (The House With A Clock In Its Walls)

Neferpitou (Hunter x Hunter)

Roger de Camden (Vampire: The Masquerade)

Joshua (The World Ends with You)

Pisces Jealnet (The Wandering Inn webnovel)

Malistaire Drake (Wizard101)

Mary (Trash of the Count's Family)

Delilah Briarwood (Critical Role)

Shang Tsung (Mortal Kombat)

Kotaro Tatsumi (Zombieland Saga)

Licorice Cookie (Cookie Run)

Wasp (Archivist Wasp)

Soren Baltimore (Camp Here & There podcast)

Wendell and Wild (Wendell & Wild)

Orochimaru (Naruto)

Amors (Death and the Maiden webcomic)

The Lich (Adventure Time)

Zanbar Bone (Fighting Fantasy)

Snap & Jacks (Snapdragon graphic novel by Kat Leyh)

Santa Claus (Puppet History ? real life ? its unclear)

Watcher (DeadEndia) (comics)

Ty Blackthorn (Shadowhunters)

Dr Hix (Discworld)

Maybe:

Steven Universe

Rose Quartz (Steven Universe)

Maya Fey (Ace Attorney)

Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein)

Sauron (Lord of the Rings)

Takuto Maruki (Persona 5 Royal)

Claudia (The Dragon Prince)

Bart Simpson (The Simpsons)

Norman (Paranorman)

The Marionette (fnaf)

Merrin Meredith (Septimus Heap)

Uni (Katekyo Hitman Reborn)

Bermuda von Veckenschtein (Katekyo Hitman Reborn)

No:

The Doctor (Doctor Who)

The Master (Doctor Who)

Harry Dresden (The Dresden Files) (decided by vote)

The Locked Tomb:

Harrowhark Nonagesimus

Palamedes Sextus

Coronabeth Tridentarius*****

Ianthe Tridentarius

John Gaius

if you are familiar with the source material and want to dispute any of these please do. if you have an opinion on anyone in the maybe column and whether they deserve to be included please share

here are my personal submissions (with duplicates included- if a submission is orange it was submitted by multiple of YOU, i did not take my own list into account)

Johannes Cabal (Johannes Cabal: The Necromancer)

Grimora, Scrybe of the Dead (Inscryption)

Militsa Gnosis (Skulduggery Pleasant)

Lord Vile (Skulduggery Pleasant)

Samhain Corvus LaCroix (Hold Me Closer, Necromancer)

Dorian Pavus (Dragon Age)

Henry (Fire Emblem Awakening)

The Necromancer (West of Loathing)

Novice Necromancer (Skyrim)

Xenia of the Autumn (Lovestruck: Reigning Passions)

Sabriel (Abhorson)

#tournament stuff #poll tournament #necromancy tournament #words from the lich

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gatheringfiki · 11 months ago

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The following ficlet was written by @miaulady based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Rating TBC

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

Unspoken (Mis)Communication

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Kili woke up. It was an unspoken agreement that it would be ignored by them both. Just like the whole relationship was unspoken between them in a mutual understanding. His eyes stayed closed, to make it easier for Fili, even though he wished he could watch how Fili rose from the bed instead of just feeling and hearing the rustling of the bedsheets and clothes. Followed by the soft footsteps out of the room.

He turned around, pulled the blanket over his shoulders and waited for Fili to return to officially wake him up, which would take an hour.

He never fell back asleep after Fili left his bed. By now he even struggled to fall asleep at all without him. His touch, breath and heartbeat was a lullaby that put all of him faster to rest than any medical concotion of Oin’s.

In his mind he was already going through the plan of the day. He would get ready to dress, head to the field, where he would change into his armour and then the annual tournament would start.

It wasn’t really a tournament, just a bit of entertainment in winter if the weather allowed it. And Kili would fight in it, as the Prince and Knight of the Kingdom. After it was over and a winner had been called out, the feast would start in the castle for the nobles and knights. Going on long into the night. He sighed into his pillow. Rather than drinking a lot of ale he would prefer to be in his rooms with Fili. Only at night time they could steal time for each other. But this night there would be hardly any hours left for them.

——-

Fili had not returned.

Another servant had come and Kili was thrown off.

He could not remember if Fili had mentioned anything of this. And Kili was sure he would have not agreed to Fili leaving him at this day. This one day where all he would get was to look at Fili across the rooms where they were staying. No speaking, unless it were orders, no touching unless it was to help Kili in a cloak or in his armour.

Had he upset Fili in some way that he was being snubbed like this? No instance of where he might have done something came to his mind. Fili acted as he always had. Until he did not return to his duty as Kili’s man servant.

Kili rubbed his face and took his sword out of the servants hands, “Not like that. Go away, you are no help here.”

Fili knew how he liked his things placed, how to sharpen his sword right and just do everything correctly. He filled the spot of a squire and a servant at the same time. There was no way Kili would give up someone who was so talented and let him be under the thumb of some other lord. That had been how it had started as. Fili had been the first servant that had not cried, cursed and run off after a week with Kili. He had stayed, dutiful and patient, and had understood Kili so fast even his mother wondered at it on occasion. Fili knew what Kili would like to eat before Kili even knew he was hungry. And so when he got hungry, the meal was already prepared and ready for him to eat. Fili was the best and Kili fell in love without noticing until the point where he did notice. And like any person would he had tenderly reached out, in hopes of being received and had been. Not with words, of course. Never with words. But Fili didn’t need Kili to speak to know him.

A servant came to help him put on his armour. And all that Kili took note of was that it was not Fili.

Where was he? Was he going to come and watch? Or had something happened?

“Where is Fili?” he asked the servant, who looked at him spooked. Probably heard how Killi had kicked out the servant in the morning who did not know how to answer this question.

“I- He said something had come up at home, your liege.”

Kili nodded, relieving the servant and continued to prepare for the tournament.

At home, he thought. Fili had a home? Of course, he did, everyone had one, just like family. Maybe a death or sickness? But Fili had never talked about his family to Kili. Come to think of it, Kili didn’t even knew how many members made up Fili’s family and where they lived. Fili never spoke of his life outside the castle to Kili.

He frowned at that. How could he not know the family of the person he loved?

He would ask Fili when he returned.

If he returned, a treacherous and hateful voice whispered inside him, there were many who would take Fili and would not bring stifling rules of night and day along with them.

———-

The tournament had started.

Banners weren’t flying but they weren’t necessary anyway.

The knights were known and the number of them easily overseen. It should be five, but a six had arrived. And he was why so many were craning their necks, trying to spot the new and mysterious knight.

Green was his cloak, his armour didn’t shine, and his shield was off wood, painted green as well and a face of a man covered in oak leaves had been skillfully carved in it. No one knew who he was and the helmet hid the face away.

When he had been asked for a name, he had held his shield forward and remained silent.

And so he was just called the Green Knight for now.

Normally an unknown knight would need someone to vouch for them, but with only five others everyone was eager to have an even number and no one cared much for protocol.

——–

Fili could see how irritated Kili was at his absence.

But there was no way he could shed the armour, change into the servant garb, help Kili to pull the armour on right and then put his own on again without anyone spotting or noticing him. Just at it had not been possible to be there for the morning routine.

He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, gribbing it tight to calm his heart. Kili would be fine. Kili didn’t need him, not like Fili needed him. There were other servants to replace him.

The thought stung but such was reality.

Fili was replaceable. Any other servant could easily be the manservant of the Prince. Any other body could warm Kili’s bed at night and someday it would be his wife. It was a convenience that both spots were filled by Fili at this current point in time.

He snorted when he saw how Kili’s breast plate was pulled tight in a way he knew Kili hated, because, as Kili claimed, it pulled on his chest hair.

The glare he received for the noise was heated. But not he usual heat Fili got from Kili, when he desired to have a quick rump. No, this was a heat of anger and hurt pride.

Oh, but how he would remember this day to the end of his life. And Kili would too, he was sure of that.

The servant Fili would never have anything of Kili’s. Not his heart, not his attention, not his memory. But a mysterious Knight that would make Kili kiss the ground? Oh, he would stay in his mind and have his attention until Kili drew his last breath. That was how Kili was. Relentless when it came to his pride.

And Fili could remember the day as the one day he got to be Kili’s equal and become irreplaceable.

Fili had bested each knight that had been put in front of him. And Kili had done the same. Leading to this point, the last duel of the tournament.

The Green Knight versus the Prince of the Kingdom.

Bofur had done an incredible job with the armour and the sword. And just like Fili had thought, Bifur’s wood carving had been an excellent choice for a shield.

Fili’s fighting was build on being fast and quick on his feet. The less weight he had to slow him down, the better. And he could not compromise on the sword. The armour was lighter than that of any other Fili had handled. It was not thick nor did it go all the way. One direct and strong hit and Fili was not going to go out unharmed. None of his former opponents had hit him.

Kili might just do so. He had one clear advantage and that was more training in fighting than Fili.

Growing up in a blacksmith where weapons of high lords were fixed just as well as the pot of the Granny next door, Fili had learned how to handle heavy and sharp things. His father always said that you could not give out the item you had been entrusted with or were creating, if you were not certain that it would not break immediately at the first test. And so they had sparred with the swords. Fili had learned stances and thrusts, tricks and manoveurs. When his father had died, he had no heart to take over and gave it to Bofur, someone who had joined and learned the craft from them. Then Fili had gone to the castle due to not knowing what else to do and had been the Prince’s manservant in under a week. A quick rise in the hierarchy of servants. And Fili knew why that had been. He was easy to look at, quick on his feet and to catch up with a situation, and he didn’t have a temper that rose easily or quickly.

“Ready?” Kili asked and gribbed his sword.

Fili nodded and took a defensive position.

He had watched Kili train, stitched his ripped shirts and put healing salves on the bruises.

Kili always struck first and he always struck on the right side of his opponent.

By making Kili believe he was indeed going on the defense, Kili would not be as careful as he should be with an unknown opponent. All Fili had to do was wait for Kili to attack, duck under it and take his chance. Then he would pull back, wait for Kili to recover and repeat the dance. It would make Kili furious and that would make him even more careless.

A gamble taken and one that would only work with Kili as his opponent. It would as well test Fili’s stamina as well. How often would he be able to repeat this before tyring and getting sloppy himself?

——–

“Heard all about a mysterious knight joining the tournament,” Bofur took the bag from the pony, things clanged together inside it. “You know something of that?”

“I won,” Fili smiled. “So I do know that I am as good as any knight.”

“You should have stayed. Made them actually knight you. Enjoyed the feast as the winner, at least.”

“Only noble borns can be knights, you know that. Tell Bifur that I am eternally grateful for that shield, it saved my ass more than once,” he swung himself off the pony.

“What did you do with it?”

“I left it in the wood, just like the cloak. Better safe than sorry and have it traced back to me.”“And this?” Bofur lifted the clanging bag again.

“I am sure you can find a new use for it. Some new pots and pans for Bombur?”

“A shame.”“Don’t risk exposure, I beg of you. A commoner fighting the Knights? And you knowingly helping and supplying him with what he needed, you would be flagged to death.”

“I could just say it was a spirit of the forest,” he shrugged him off. “Everyone around here knows that I got some fae blood in me.” The last part was snorted.“They say that because of your singing voice,” Fili laughed. “No one sings that good when they are that deep in the cups without some magic. Anyway, can I stay the night? I am not feeling like serving wine through the night at the feast.”

“Sure, I don’t mind the company.”

Tomorrow, things would go back to the way it had been before, with a slight change. Fili would serve Kili, love him silently and devoted stay until he was no longer wanted and know Kili did not love him. But Fili had the reassurance that Kili would remember him, not as the servant but the Green Knight. But that was more than enough, Kili didn’t need to know it was Fili for this to work and give some soothing balm to his heart.

—–

Kili was staring at the ceiling.

He had lost the last fight of the tournament against the Green Knight with his odd shield. His mind was going over and over the fight and picking it apart. The guy had played with him, his temper and impatience, as if he knew Kili never could stay put for long. Certainly nothing a normal person could figure out by just watching him fight twice before facing him. And the way the other had moved, he thought, graceful and with purpose. Not one muscle had twitched without a thought behind it to lead to victory.

And what a victory that had been. Kili had landed with his face down, panting hard and only gotten four hits on his opponent, each one not a full or direct one but only gracing him. Not even drew blood. But he had gotten the tip of the sword at his neck.

At least Fili hadn’t been present to see that embarrassing moment of his life. A small glimmer of hope.

Fili would hear of it if he he hadn’t already, everyone was talking about it.

Especially about how that Knight had just vanished, right between the declaration of his win and before the announcement of him winning the tournament. Only leaving the sword behind, stuck right next to where Kili had fallen down.

This year there was no champion. The place right next to the King had remained empty, Kili refusing to take it as the second in place.

The feast was still being thrown, proving that a victor was not needed for it. Only a pretense that they were celebrating someone, so they could throw one.

Kili had left the hall with no one noticing and retired to his rooms. Hoping that maybe Fili had returned.

Now it was almost morning again and no Fili.

Kili looked at the sword of the Green Knight he had taken with him.

So odd. The way he had moved had felt so familiar to Kili and yet like nothing he had ever seen before.

Grunting he rolled over. This day and it’s questions would never leave his mind until they were answered.

Who had the Green Knight been? Where had he come from? Where had he gone off to? Would he come back? And if he did would he talk with Kili, break his silence and be a friend, a companion?

And most importantly, Where had Fili been and when would he come back?

Kili could not imagine his life without Fili. Neither sleep nor warmth would come that night to him.

#submission #Gathering 12 Days 2023 #Fili/Kili #FiKi #Durincest #the Hobbit

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slimereader · 1 year ago

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Thoughts on the DQM3 demo

Overall, I had a lot of fun! This was my first experience with a Dragon Quest Monsters game, so if I write something everyone else already knows, forgive my ignorance.

Things I hope might actually be improved in the full game:

Synthesizing is fun, but the level 10 requirement makes it a bit tedious. I'm sure with higher-level wild monsters in later areas in the game, it'll be easier to scout level 10+ monsters to synthesize directly or at least grind for experience points.

I'm the type of person who wants to keep my first monster friend of every species, scouting duplicates for synthesis purposes. I used the favorites option to keep track of my first friend of each species, so I had marked lots of favorites pretty quickly. When sorting your monster roster, I found that you could sort by favorites first, but not the inverse. Actually, I wish you could hide favorites altogether on the synthesis selection interface. Also, more than one type of mark to put on monsters would help, so I could distinguish between "don't synthesize" and my actual party favorites.

In general, I found the synthesis interface a bit clunky (I'm sure it's an improvement over previous DQM installments though- in fact, I think I read that synthesis is more user-friendly than ever before). Sometimes I would plan out which monster pairs to synthesize together, so I would nickname the dracky "Slime" and the slime "Dracky". However, I found that you can only change a monster's nickname from the paddock interface, not synthesis. I know Monty and the paddock guy are standing right next to each other, but it still felt tedious switching between them when trying to organize my monsters! I suppose I would prefer if the synthesis interface included all the functionality of the paddock man.

I don't really want to give my scouted monsters a nickname most of the time. I wish there was an option to have it NOT ask you to type in a name every time you scout one.

Things I want that are unlikely to be changed at this point:

I really miss the monster fortes from Dragon Quest Treasures. At least Psaro can jump, but his maximum height is frustratingly low in comparison. God, at least let me jump over the little fence in Rosehill!

Also, the 3 party monsters following you around everywhere in Treasures was so cute and fun! I really felt attached to them. If not all 4, I wish at least your lead party member was present in the overworld (outside of encounters). Basically I really loved Treasures <3

Personally, I associate Toriyama Akira's character design style (for humans) to include eyes that are relatively close together, especially early on in the Dragon Quest and Dragon Ball series. I'm sorry, but Rose's wide-set eyes in this game are unsettling to me. Also, her mascara made her top and bottom eyelashes stand out jarringly, but then I realized: when she closes her eyes, they look like thorns!

One monster-recruitment feature I really love from other games (DQV, DQ Treasures) is that each monster already has its own name. It gives them so much personality! Do they really not have default nicknames in other titles in the DQM series either? I suppose it would be difficult with the sheer number of duplicates you're expected to catch to synthesize new ones, but I still miss it.

And now, screenshots.

My starter partner, Jack-o-lantern the mud mannequin!

Vegandragora snoozing atop a rock in spring. So cute!! Vegandragora is definitely one of my favorite monster designs now.Screenshot from the demo of Dragon Quest Monsters 3: The Dark Prince.

Observing my monsters in the paddock was a cute feature as well.

I decided to stop the demo here. I finished the quests, won the tournaments, and synthesized 16 monsters (wait, that many?!). I can't wait to play more, but I'm going to try to wait until December! See you then, my monsters!

#dqm3 #dragon quest the dark prince #dragon quest #dragon quest monsters #dqm3 spoilers/#slimereads

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