#alaric musing

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𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔄𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔠 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔨 & 𝔔𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔄𝔩𝔶𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫

Alaric was uncertain on how to entertain a queen, and unhappy that Jaehaerys had not come with Alysanne. Upon a initial cold reception of the queen and her dragon, it seem that the Lord and the Queen would only grow closer in time. The longer the queen stayed, the more Lord Alaric warmed to her, and in time Alysanne came to realize that not everything that was said of him was true. He was careful with his coin, but not niggardly; he was not humorless at all, though his humor had an edge to it, sharp as a knife; his sons and daughter and the people of Winterfell seemed to love him well enough. Once the initial frost had thawed, his lordship took the queen hunting after elk and wild boar in the wolfswood, showed her the bones of a giant, and allowed her to rummage as she pleased through his modest castle library. Some expeculate that the tow had an affair during her stay in Winterfell, for her husband did not join her for months on end.

only @dcviline can share.

[uncleasad]

Thinking tonight about Kylo Ren’s villain origin story, a frightened and confused child (teen, whatever), far from home, perhaps feeling the pressure of living up to a legacy, and let down/betrayed by a mentor/teacher/person he trusted—and not just any mentor, but his own uncle, Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master, Hero of The Rebellion and Savior of the Galaxy…who may also have been naïve, headstrong, and in over his head (and probably feeling the pressure as Last of the Jedi)…

…and how Alaric has filled this particular role for so many of his students he was supposed to be helping (Luke at least had the good sense to stop then and there when, in his moment of weakness, he tried and failed to kill Ben Solo and created Kylo Ren; Alaric never really got that he was ill-suited to the role he continued to play)…

[gccdstories]

Natalia rubbed at her temples, trying and failing to focus enough to finish the spell. She was getting a headache, it was spreading to her teeth.

"Alaric enough -"

"No. No she could have killed either of us! She broke the barriers of the Coliseum Mama! She wrapped vines of shadowy thorns around our necks! There's still marks on your neck! I don't care what the magic says she is not fit to be Queen! She's dangerous, arrogant, undisciplined -"

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Sebastian had begun to pace, having left his desk to stare at the mirror. She was never this late, even if she had some ball or something - she'd always at least leave some kind of message for him.

Some point of contact for him to know she was safe.

He tried and failed to calm his beginnings of panics. She wasn't responding in the bond either. Even if he pulled hard.

Something was wrong.

He growled as the clock struck midnight. The boys were in their dormitories.

They'd be fine for a few hours, even still he reinforced the wards as he left the grounds.

You better be fine Natalia. You know not to ignore me about this.

He gave her so few conditions. Even still, he wasn't actually annoyed with her - never her.

They'd both been too much to jump so quick to anger.

She never not contacted him when she was away. And today was - today was the Challenge. How had it gone?

Was it chaos?

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"- I won't let you contact him until you promise to tell him how dangerous she is. He has to do something. We need to do something, isn't that how you both talk about the old days? Going against the corrupt elite? There's one now -"

"Ah, so this is why you didn't contact me."

Sebastian exhaled, brushing invisible lint from his shoulders, willing his hands to stop shaking. The adrenaline slowly leaving his body.

Natalia sighed and turned from the mirror, her lips pulling briefly into a smile before turning to give Alaric a hard stare.

"This one hasn't left me alone long enough to finish the spell and -"

"Who did that to you?"

Sebastian stopped listening, crossing the room to grip the back of her neck. His thumb running over the marks.

"It's -"

"Don't say it's fine Natalia or that you're handling it. Who gave you these marks because I know I didn't."

His eyes narrowed at her, lightning flashing in the sky.

"No one else gets to mark you but me."

@siderealxmelody

Natalia was tired; the exhaustion that plagued her tonight so intense that it was like her very bones were too heavy, her entire body wanting only to collapse into bed. Arguing with her son only delayed her conversation with Sebastian, which only aggravated her more, and shortened what very little patience she seemed to still cling to right now--

❝ Alaric! ❞

Snapping at him wasn't something Natalia liked doing; it wasn't something she wanted to do. The shortness of the tone, the biting sharpness-- She sighed, parting her lips to continue in a softer tone, when she heard (and felt) her mate's presence.

A presence that instantly calmed her, relaxed her; a presence that, the very second his scent hit her, she wanted to crumble against him and let the exhaustion win just for a moment.

Even if Natalia knew she wouldn't.

Not yet, anyway.

Dark eyes glared up at him as she felt his hands on the back of her neck, meeting Sebastian's stare with that look that almost dared him to push. To keep asking.

❝ I am handling it, Sebastian, ❞ she hissed, voice low to where only he might have heard it, but it didn't matter--because Alaric had his own opinions to share, regardless of what his mother might have said.

❝ This so-called queen is uncontrollable, Papa. She's dangerous. Unchecked power-- ❞

❝ Alaric, what did I say?! ❞ Harsher tone this time, her dark eyes piercing, blazing as Natalia's stare turned to him. Even if her hand rested on Sebastian's chest, even if she might have leaned a bit more against her mate than she normally would (and even if she'd never outwardly verbalize such a thing)...

[luxmaeastra]

Alaric leaned over to kiss her, a quick one on the cheek. She rose an eyebrow at him, her arm in his.

"Do you have a fever? Have you broken decorum for me?"

He rolled his eyes, the corner of his lips twitching in a smile. He shook his head at her, his deep set eyes sparkling.

"That's all you're getting tonight."

"And if the Lord's flirt with me then my love? How will I ever deter such advances?"

His nostrils flared and he glared down at her. She only grinned back, he wouldn't break twice. She knew what he wanted to do, what he'd done every time one of the prepubescent lords had tried anything. How he never let her out of his sight, how he spent hours between her legs afterwards.

But they couldn't that tonight, not when the celebration being held wasn't in their honor. They had to be nice to the dignitaries and prattling nobles. She wasn't allowed to stab anyone with her fans, in fact his mother had confiscated them.

She leaned up reaching for him, he tensed even as his eyes softened.

"Isobel we're going to -"

"Just one real kiss Alaric? I haven't seen you all day. Your mother had me help as if I had an eye for any of this frivolity."

Still their parents cared for their little creatins, she supposed it was only far she pretended to care about the table runners.

He supposed it only made sense that her mother wanted her help if only to ensure her education had not slipped. It was something his parents would do, test him to ensure he did not slip or forget a less. Their families' couldn't have them disappointing them now could they?

Alaric's eyes trailed over her as he thought of the moments they had together, how in the earlier years the task of making heirs had meant he had found any reason to bed her. How he had allowed the wildness in him lose as he had ensured she never left the bed until she had become with child if he could help it.

One kiss wouldn't break everything they had built, one kiss would show them all. His hand reached out to touch against her cheek before he leaned down, his lips pressing to hers as his other hand reached around and waist and pulled her close.

"Was that to your satisfaction?"

[demirxaslan]

@labyrinthinesyndicatex

alice hoffman practical magic

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[justxpr3tend]

tag drop for alaric saltzman.

[musemuseum]

alaric kanoa tag drop

[fxntasmagoria]

@multi-royalty continued from here!

Alaric rose a brow and a slight grin pulled on the corner of his lips. "I think i can handle that. What can i get you to drink? Bourbon? Beer? Wine?" He asked, moving to his kitchen in his apartment. "Or if you trust me, I can whip up a mixed drink. Just maybe dont let anyone else know. My drink making is for special people only." He teased, flashing a smile at her. "But seriously. thank you."

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@dcviline asked: ❛ you feel so good . ❜ (alysanne @ alaric)

He   shouldn't   be   doing   this.   Neither   does   she.   But   it   feels   good.   The   warm   he   had   felt   at   how   she   treats   Alarra,   like   a   daughter   had   spread   for   something   else   when   he   saw   how   good   she   treats   his   people.   If   the   Starks   were   kings,   she   would   make   a   good   queen   in   the   north,   he   thinks.   And   somehow,   things   shift,   kissing   her   had   been   an   impulse,   a   habit   after   inviting   her   to   dine   with   him   once   again   in   his   solar,   unchaperone,   for   who   would   doubt   the   honor   of   a   Stark   and   the   good   queen?   But   they   are   there,   embraced   in   a   kiss   that   grows   with   the   moment,   his   mouth   opens   to   welcome   her   own   and   his   tongue   invade   hers   to   explore,tasting   the   ale   they   just   had.  

Her   lips   taste   sweet   and   when   his   hand   presses   against   her   hair,   it   disarms   the   intricate   braid   she   had   for   the   day,   pulling   her   closer   until   they   needed   to   breathe.   Grey   eyes   open   to   look   at   those   Targaryen   ones   in   awe.   "I   haven't   done   anything   yet,   My   Queen.   .   .Alysanne."   He   had   just   kissed   her,   feel   her   through   the   fabrics   of   her   dress,   the   drop   of   titles   is   one   he   has   to   if   he   remains   to   taste   her.   "If   I   may.   .   .have   you   received   a   lord's   kiss?"

[gccdstories]

@siderealxmelody / *

Alaric's tense set of his shoulders, the way his fingers tighten on the glass of wine in his hand, relaxes ever so slightly as Alusina leans a bit closer. A part of him wants to lean away from her, and yet another part wants to hover closer--

He ignores both and just glances around the room, as if searching for his brother, the very topic of their present conversation.

❝ I don't think Xaden even knows how to deal with it, ❞ Alaric admits. While it is true that he really does not like Catriona, he hadn't been Violet's biggest fan, either. Maybe it is just the fact that neither of them are good enough for his brother.

He doesn't dwell on that too long, either.

❝ But you'd have to ask him if you want more details than that. ❞

[guaroul]

"Fakers", if "endogenic" or simple DID fakers, shouldn't be chastised as such and should be treated like any other person suffering from mental illness, within reason. Simply because the need to fake and be special is a disorder in itself.

Why does someone need to make and fake plurality in their mind, for instance? Is it loneliness, simple attention seeking, or something more? It will differ from person to person as to why. We cannot judge without delving deeper into their mind, and that's not something we're all capable of doing or desire to do, or even have the authority to do. But it goes without saying that faking a disorder, or saying they are "endogenic", is something that should be recognised as a mental illness because it isn't normal and is, in fact, a disorder in itself. But the question remains: Why?

Think of it this way. DID is a highly traumatic disorder, formed from trauma, to create different states/people in the mind to protect one's self from the trauma at the time and then in the future. So why would somebody want that, or pretend to have different states/people/dissociation/anything and everything else? The same goes for any other disorder, but this blog focuses on the topic of DID, hence this post only focusing on that.

I do believe in separating people with DID and people claiming to be "endogenic", yes, because we're not alike at all. That said, I don't believe in truly hating "endogenic" people because of the mental illness(es) affecting them with the need to be different/special. I think that, instead of such hatred being flung about, we should instead try to just outright ignore the ones who wrongly claim they are plural, if anything. Flinging about discourse isn't helping anybody and can be distressing which, yes, knowing people are making a mockery of a disorder is in itself distressing. But the point stands. It shouldn't be someone's business to spend hours online trying to sway the minds of the wrong. It's mentally debilitating and exhausting, and nobody deserves that.

We aren't psychologists and cannot help people realize their own mistakes because, usually, they won't listen. Hence, it's a disorder in itself, and a pretty bad one at that.

Do note: I despise claiming people are faking and will not do so when it comes to DID. I hate that word, actually, hence I put "fakers" in the marks because I'm not sure how to replace the word itself. I also say within reason because there are harmful people out there who spread misinformation that harms others, and they should be corrected, albeit them probably not wanting to listen. That's a completely different thing.

Stay safe.

// Alaric

[soughtserenity-a]

A timeline of how the hearing is going to go.

Stiles will arrive late with his lawyer and that alone will make him stress a bit.

They will arrive with surveillance footage that was believed to be inaccessible.

Alaric will be brought to the stand and have his history thrown out there, about the " house fire ", his disappearing while the police looked for the cause, the blood, how he was found squatting really young and lived that that. Being in and out of the system.

Ultimately none of this information will make a difference but the man asking the questions will get some sick satisfaction out of it because for some reason he doesn't like Alaric. Maybe it's because of his past, he smells something dirty on him and also because he is being defended by Stiles who he doesn't like or respect.

Then when all is said and done he will need a stiff drink.

[fxntasmagoria]

@bu11seye liked for a starter!

Alaric sipped his coffee, up early since he had to finish grading papers before class started. "Well for once im not hung over." Though he also didnt go out with Damon so that helped. "I know that may come as a shock to you."

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"No    word    from    the    King    yet?"    The    lord    enters    the    chamber,    he    had    decided    to    give    her    one    of    the    biggest    chambers    in    Winterfell,    near    his    own    and    near    the    water    springs,    hoping    that    at    least    that    way,    the    Queen    would    not    pass    a    cold    winter.    It    seem    cruel    to    him    that    her    husband    left    her    to    ride    on    her    own,    knowing    well    that    winter    was    no    place    for    a    dragon.    "We    made    arrangements    to    enlarge    the    cave    system    of    the    crypts    for    your    dragon    to    rest    at    ease    at    well."   

He    is    still    somber    in    his    approach,    he    has    no    true    desire    to    receive    a    Targaryen    in    his    home    but    despite    his    better    judgement,    his    daughter    seem    to    have    taken    to    the    queen.    His    lords    say    that    it    does    her    good,    to    be    around    a    mother    figure,    and    he    cannot    deny,    the    Queen    has    her    charm    and    wits    about    her.    "The    maesters    also    said    you    have    not    been    eating,    Your    Grace.    I    suggest    you    do    so,    winter    is    cruel    to    those    with    an    empty    stomach."    A    short    pause    as    he    clears    his    throat,    grey    eyes    locked    with    the    woman.    "Perhaps    you    could    join    me    in    my    solar    for    some    ale    and    food." @dcviline ft. alysanne.

[gccdstories]

Gaheris rolled his eyes, and adjusted his collar. He turned to his mirror, turning away from his rooms to walk to his throne.

"If you all want to believe in fairytales listen to my siblings."

He turned back to his neice and nephews.

"But if you want to hold power in this world you take what you want."

Peresephone chewed on her lip, looking to Alaric and back Gaheris.

"But what if someone else tried to take it back?"

Garehis lips lifted into a smirk.

"You make sure you're more powerful. That's how this game is played children. Be more ruthless and cunning than the next person. Trust blood over everything else."

//For Alaric and Xaden 👀//

They'd been told many times that Gaheris couldn't be fully trusted. That his thirst for more more more wasn't the solution. And yet, as both Alaric and Xaden stood there listening, the words had a strange ability to worm their way deeper.

To meld with their hearts, their souls. To echo deeply in each of their minds.

❝ How? ❞ The question, voiced softly by Alaric, had Xaden shooting his brother a look before both of their attention returned to Gaheris. ❝ How does one become more powerful? ❞

@siderealxmelody