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The Red Mother

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Jaehaerys and his children take a trip north. In crowd of people YN sees a familiar face.

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During a bright morning in 72 Ac, King Jaehaerys flew with two of his children across Westeros. His oldest son, and his favorite daughter. Though YN was not of his blood, she was his daughter and his most beloved child. He would never say it to his other children, whom he loved, but he adored YN the most. He longed for her to call him ‘father’ and for her to stay with him for the rest of his life. 

This was one Jaehaerys’ many incursions across his kingdom. He wanted to show the people his strong family, his children he was so proud of, and especially YN his dragon caller. The people needed to see their dragons and their valyrian ancestry and magic. To know that their king and his heirs were strong. 

Besides which, Aemon had just claimed Caraxes so he could follow his father and sister on his own dragon. YN rode behind him on Balerion, the dragon she would always choose. Yet nowadays she would refrain from flying as much due to the dragon’s old age. Jaehaerys knew she adored the black dread. How she adored all the dragons, and had this connection to them that he could never fully understand. That was beyond him, yet he never loved her any less because of it. 

Soon they arrived in White Harbor, the only port city in the North. Where house Manderly sat and would welcome the King. Soon he and his children would fly to Winterfell and the wall, but here was where the most population was. They landed in a clearing, a necessary feat since Balerion was so large. Their entourage of knights and noble lords arrived quickly behind. The City greeted them with applause and cheers. YN smiled and waved and looked her best, though her heart was not in the mood. Jaehaerys had noticed the smile not reaching his daughter’s eyes, but he focused his attention on the head of House Manderly who greeted him warmly. 

YN found herself staring at the mothers and daughters in the crowd. Today was particularly hard for her since today is the anniversary of when her mother left her alone in this foreign land. A small girl of six years all alone, the last image of her mother being that of red eyes and red hair. Whispering about her brother whom she said was in the north, the north of north where ice burns like fire. She missed her mother, she missed the shadow city, and the dark mountains where she was from. She even missed the fire and abstract shadows on the wall. 

“Your mind is elsewhere.” Aemon chastised and nudged her slightly. 

YN composed herself and nudged him back. “And your mind is on your wife, so you focus on that firstly.” 

“I can focus on two things. And so can you. Pay attention or father won’t let us fly anymore.” Aemon replied and turned his head back to his father. 

YN looked at the crowd and for a moment the breath left her lungs. She saw someone in the crowd. Red hair and red eyes hidden behind others. She remembered the last image of her mother and could swear that this was her. She felt the urge to run away from Jaehaerys’ entourage and go to this figure. But before she could fathom the thought any further Aemon tugged her arm and she was brought back to the present. 

“Come, your majesty. We have prepared a feast for you and your men. You shall be well looked after.” The head of the house welcomed and led her father toward his home. 

YN took one last look at the crowd but the woman was gone. She felt tears prick at her eyes but blinked them away before any others could see. 

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The Manderlies did know how to take care of their guests. There was dancing and loud talking, music and food, and all of it could not distract YN from what she saw earlier in the day. Jaehaerys and Aemon sat to her right talking and not paying attention to the 18 year old girl. The head of house Manderly took a look at the girl and then to Jaehaerys and complimented the king on his daughter. 

“Forgive me my King, but as beautiful as your daughter is, she does not share the same beauty as your and your son share.” The Head asked. “I am not familiar with the story of how you came across such a lovely girl.” 

“I found her on the King’s road as it was being constructed. She conducted a miracle and called the Black Dread to her side and proved herself to be of the Dragon’s blood. As my family and I are.” Jaehaerys smiled at the memory. “I was blessed with her. And I will not have anyone else take her from my side. She belongs with me.” 

“She is his favorite.” Aemon joked and nudged his sister. When she did not react he turned fully to her and looked at her faraway gaze. “YN?” 

“I have to get some fresh air.” YN stated and stood from her seat. She kissed Jaehaerys on the cheek and found her way outside the main hall and to the stables. 

Her mother was on her mind and her home memories flashed about her. She missed home, she missed her brother, she missed everything. The only person she felt she could talk to was Balerion, but he was sleeping or flying high above. Most likely sleeping. He was home but he was her first home. 

“I’ve missed you my love.” A whispering voice floated upon the air, making YN look up and freeze upon the sight in front of her. Her mother, not red but in the image of what she looked like before she placed her strange necklace upon herself. YN was shaking as she stepped forward slowly, then quicker. And though she was not far away YN felt herself going miles before she wrapped her arms around her mother. 

“Mama.” YN cried and hugged her tighter. She felt relief as her mother wrapped her arms around her daughter and stroked the girl’s black hair. 

“My daughter. My sweet girl. Have you remembered what I’ve taught you?” She asked and pulled back. Without her necklace, which made her look young, YN saw the age on her mother’s face. She did not look like a crone, but YN memorized the lines on her face and the thinness in her cheeks. 

“I want to go home. I want to go back to the shadow city. Mama please.” YN begged and looked for comfort in her mother’s face. 

“I know. I know my love. You must have so many questions for me. But now is not the time.” Her mother dropped her arms and placed a kiss on her daughter’s forehead. “I cannot stay.”

“No! Please. I need you. Where have you been? Why did you leave me? Why did we leave home? Why does fire not burn me? I need you to answer my questions! I need you.” YN demanded and tried holding on tighter. But her mother pulled away and gave her one last gentle touch to her tan cheek. 

“I know. But you must be left here. I cannot stay.” She stepped away, whispering something that made YN fall to the ground on her knees and stare helplessly at her mother. 

“Mama! Mama please! I want to go home! I want to go home please!” YN begged and sobbed but to no avail. Her mother turned and disappeared into the nightly shadows. Wrapping her strange necklace around her neck and letting her hair turn red and young again. 

YN sobbed and hit the ground. Praying to someone, anyone, but no one would hear her. No one but Jaehaerys, who found his daughter on the ground sobbing and hitting the ground. He rushed forward, dropping to the ground with her and taking her in his arms. Shushing her and holding her tightly. 

“My daughter. My YN, what has you crying like this?” He asked and looked around but no one else was there, he bade his men to stay back and not look upon them. 

“My mother. My mama. She was here. She was here and she left me.” YN cried and cried. 

“My girl there is no one here.” 

“She was here. I wanted her to take me.” YN looked at him. Jaehaerys who had a concerned and worried look on his face.

“Take you? But my girl why would you want to leave?” 

“I wanted her to take me home. I want to go home.” YN whimpered and looked at the sky. “She left me. She left me again. I have no one.”

Jaehaerys sighed and kissed her forehead. “You have us. You have me. I cannot replace your mother but I cannot let you go. I love you dearly. My child. My girl. Come let's go inside. I’ll have you lie down. Then you can tell me everything.”

YN finally stood and let him guide her to a room. She knew she shouldn’t have said so much to Jaehaerys. But she couldn’t help it. She loved her adopted family. She loved Jaehaerys but he couldn’t be her home. She no longer had her mother. She ached for her mother. She ached for home. 

She wished she was home.

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when florence and the machine said "I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject" and when romeo x juliet said "a simple life with you would be paradise" and johnathan coulton said "it's okay, I like you in glasses" and everything everywhere all at once said "in another life I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you"

(edit: I made a longer thing with more examples here)

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November 2019 Illustrations  ヽ(• ‿ •)ノ

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I just really like seeing Disney characters cosplaying as each other.

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Ty/Tandy for #1 from the prompt list! 🌒✨

things you said at 1 AM

In the weeks after the Blip, the city echoes in a way that Ty just can’t get used to. It feels like he’s back in that church again, every stray noise reverberating and the whole place lonelier for it.

He would almost prefer to be in the church, when he thinks about it. At least then the resonant quiet would be expected. Instead, he’s back at home, and he has to deal with emptiness in a place that he’d known to be full of life, even when it was tinged with grief.

Both of his parents have disappeared. He hasn’t been able to open the door to their bedroom since it happened, tries not to even go near it unless he can’t help it. If it stays closed, he can pretend that they’re just asleep, or working, or away for a weekend on some kind of trip. If it stays closed, he doesn’t have to think about it.

He and Tandy have spent nearly every night patrolling the streets, because with this kind of catastrophe come power vacuums and people ruthless enough to fill them. Usually, he gets back around dawn, too exhausted to do anything but collapse into bed.

Tonight, though, it’s raining so hard that even the criminals have opted to stay home. They’d checked a few of their usual spots with no luck, just ended up soaked to the bone for their trouble. Ty thinks he might have tried to stay out longer, but Tandy’s teeth were chattering so loudly that he could hear it over the rain, and he hadn’t wanted her to get sick.

He hadn’t thought about it before cloaking them back to his house. Before Ty could offer to take her back to her mom’s place, Tandy was grabbing clothes from his chest of drawers and a towel from the linen closet–just beyond his parents’ bedroom–before tossing him one, too. Ty had told her to use the bathroom attached to his bedroom and headed down to the hall bath to give her some space. Room to breathe had been a rare luxury, when they were on their cross-country vigilante-ing trip, and it’s been a strange transition to not be attached at the hip anymore, but Ty can’t begrudge Tandy something she hasn’t had in so long.

Ty’s shower is utilitarian at best, just enough to get warm again. He doesn’t want to go back into his room, so he goes downstairs instead, flicking on the lights as he does.

He means to sit up and wait for Tandy so he can take her home, but the drumming of the rain fills up the quiet long enough that he dozes off, his head pillowed on his arms.

When he wakes up, it’s to the sound of someone moving around in the kitchen. There’s a blanket draped over him, too, one of the ones his mom used to keep draped over the armchair but never used.

He has to blink a few times before Tandy becomes clearer.

“What are you looking for?” he asks, as she closes a cabinet. She’s wearing his St. Seb’s sweatshirt, he realizes, the sleeves pushed up and bunching at her elbows.

“I was going to make you tea or hot cocoa or something, but I realized I don’t know where anything is,” she says. “Also like, I’ve only ever made Swiss Miss, and that fancy cocoa powder that your mom has in the pantry is anything but Swiss Miss. The entire label is in French.”

Ty can’t help but snort. “The Harbinger of Hope herself, intimidated by a box of cocoa.”

“It’s very French, okay?” Tandy says, but she’s smiling a little as she makes her way over to him. “Not all of us went to fancy private school.”

There are plenty of places to sit that aren’t right beside him, but that’s exactly where Tandy goes, scooting in close enough that her knee presses against his.

“You’re not sleeping,” she says, as bluntly as she always does.

“How can I? My superhero partner keeps trying to make me tea at one in the morning,” Ty volleys back, but it rings false to his own ears.

Tandy just raises an eyebrow at him, unmoved. Ty looks away first.

“Half the world disappeared, Tandy,” he says. “Is anybody sleeping these days?”

‘Are you?’ he wants to add, but doesn’t. He won’t make her feel guilty for not losing her only family. They don’t do that to each other.

“Is that it?” asks Tandy, her voice quieter than before. “That’s the only reason?”

Ty looks up at her, more sharply than he means to. She winces, shaking her head a little.

“Fuck, sorry,” she says. “You lost your parents, Ty, that’s reason enough to not be able to sleep. That’s- I’m not saying that that’s nothing.”

He doesn’t have the words to reassure her, so he just gently bumps his shoulder into hers. “I know.”

She doesn’t look as stricken after a moment, but she still looks sad. “We’re supposed to protect this city, and we couldn’t do anything to stop what happened,” she says, “but I don’t think that’s the reason I can’t sleep.”

Her eyebrows are furrowed, her gaze fixed determinedly on the cuffs of Ty’s sweatshirt. She doesn’t say anything else after that, just picks at the hem of the sweatshirt. It’s a habit of hers that he first saw in Texas, he thinks, then caught again in New Mexico and again in California. If he waits long enough, she’ll say whatever it is that she needs to say, but it always seems like it costs her something to do it. 

He reaches his hand out to her instead of prodding, leaves his palm up and his fingers spread a little. It takes a moment for her to notice, but her hand is warm when it comes to rest in his, her fingers sure as they interlace with his own.

He thinks of the almost-year that they spent in each other’s pockets, crisscrossing the country and saving money by sharing rooms wherever they went. They’ve always been able to count on each other in the heat of battle, but it had felt different, on the nights when bad dreams kept Ty up, to look over and know that Tandy was sleeping a few feet away.

It’s possible, Ty realizes, that he’s not the only one who felt that way.

“It’s not the only reason,” he says, after a moment, answering her question from earlier. When Tandy looks up at him with wide eyes, he repeats himself. “It’s not the only reason I can’t sleep.”

“Okay,” is all Tandy says, but she leans in a little closer and uses her free hand to pull the blanket over both of them, so he thinks that she knows what he means.

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If we get a Young Avengers Team Up, that would be the perfect opportunity to bring back Tyrone & Tandy (Cloak & Dagger) as well as the Runaways crew

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Before I continue in anything (Cause I will continue Fire and Salt)

I’m adamantly Team Black.

My YN having a sorta situationship with aemond means nothing.

Team Black

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In hindsight, wouldn't it make more sense for the Water Tribe to demonstrate misandry?

The origins/rationale for the WT's sexism is nonexistant, a glaring issue for me in ATLA and the remake. However, seeing the trauma Kuruk went through, doesn't it make more sense that after his death and "failure" as an Avatar because of his spiritual corruption, male waterbenders were discouraged from waterbending seriously, reasoning that men lacked the spirituality/fortitude to master it without it destroying them?

Obviously this wouldn't really affect the Gaang,unless we had book 1 focus on more of the WT and rewriting Harun as a waterbender.

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As much as I dislike the changes the showrunners constantly make from the book, one thing I like about the posters is that it shows exactly for whom each team is fighting, based on the colors they wear and the heraldry.

The Blacks represent House Targaryen (the true ruling House). The Greens represent House Hightower (the traitorous, usurping House).

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YOU hate JK Rowling!

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genuinely one of the saddest parts of this new era of the internet is how hard it is to rick roll someone now. with people's attention spans shortening so much, they wouldn't even get through the first few bait seconds before clicking off the video. like i saw a comment that ended with "btw i made all of this up" and the replies kept treating it so seriously because none of them finished the entire 4 sentence comment. and We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I (do I) A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't get this from any other guy I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

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Dragon Sisters

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YN finally goes out to the gardens in her colourful outfits. Wanting to spend the day with her dearest sister

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It was always a treat to see the Targaryen princesses in their colourful and elaborate outfits. YN liked to dress up in her lovely outfits for her sister’s amusement. She had taken a respite from her colourful outfits since the death of her dear sister Daella, having worn black for a year. In the bright year of 84 AC, YN retired her black dresses for her colourful dresses once again. Her friend, Coren Thorne, had been a comfort to her and had finally convinced her to allow herself to feel happy once again. 

So on a bright warm springtime morning, YN finished her letter to Coren and asked for her maid to bring her light purple dress, one that flowed ever so gently in the wind and embroidered with butterflies in the skirt. She gave her letter to her maid, asking that it be delivered to her friend, then finally left her room preparing for the gazes of the court. 

She left quite the impression on the people in the keep who had grown used to seeing the mournful princess. YN paid them no mind, occasionally acknowledging the compliments that were given to her, but she intended to go to the gardens and find her mother or sister there. She knew her happy visage would make Saera happy. But before she was there she came across her dearest older sister Alyssa. She was in riding gear, which made YN smile at her sister’s antics. Even now, as heavily pregnant as she was, Alyssa would go flying. Alyssa smiled at her favorite sister, and opened her arms for YN to run into. 

“My dear baby sister. It’s so good to see you in colours again.”  Alyssa laughed and kissed the top of YN’s silver hair. 

“You should be taking care of yourself. What would the Maester say if he knew you were flying so late into your pregnancy.” YN teased and pulled back. 

“He would be too scared to dare speak against me.” Alyssa laughed. “Where are you going my dearest?” 

“I wanted to go into the garden and find Saera, or mother. I think seeing me in colours again would make them happy.” 

Alyssa wrapped one arm around the girl’s shoulders. “Then let’s go and find them.” 

YN smiled and rested her head against her sister’s shoulder. She always knew Alyssa would be there for her. When it wasn’t her and Saera, it was her and Alyssa. The two were so close. YN loved her older sister Alyssa so dearly, she had been her protector, her confidant, her dearest sibling. She knew that if she told Alyssa about her and Saera’s deep love for each other then Alyssa would understand. 

But she didn’t tell her. Saera knew the world better and knew no one could be promised with the knowledge of their relationship. So she made YN swear to not speak of their stolen kisses and their daring romance.

So as the two made their way to the gardens. Speaking about their mornings and how YN was getting along with her friend and penpal, Coren. Alyssa spoke about her dear sons, and how she was certain the babe in her belly was another boy. YN was very interested in her nephews and always asked about them when she could. 

When they finally found their way to the garden, Alyssa and YN looked around for their mother or sister. YN stopped by one of the flowers that bloomed recently and plucked it from its root and twirled it between her delicate fingers. She knew she would give it to her sister, Viserra. Alyssa steered YN away and then walked till they heard slightly raised and angry voices. When they came across the source, Alyssa rolled her eyes at the sight of Saera arguing with their mother. 

“I can associate with whomever I want to mother! It’s not your business nor is it father’s what i do with my time!” Saera snapped and threw her hands in the air. 

“I have every right to know who you spend time with and what you do! I am your mother!” Alysanne argued. 

“You spend all your time with Gael and Viserra! Let them occupy your concern rather than me!” Saera turned away and stopped her angry expression when she saw her dearest love YN in colours again. 

“Oh my dear one. How lovely you look.” Alysanne smiled and walked toward her daughters. Kissing Alyssa on the cheek then wrapping YN in a tight hug. “I’m so happy to see you so happy.” 

“Thank you mother.” YN whispered and kissed her cheek. 

“I must away. Viserra promised to show me her embroidery.” Alysanne excused herself. Alyssa, not wanting to speak to Saera, having not the best relationship with her, decided to leave with her mother and hugged YN for a moment before turning away. 

YN walked toward Saera who had turned away from them and wrapped her arms around herself. She looked defeated and upset at everything, wanting nothing more than to be in YN’s arms. 

“Saera?... Would you like this flower I plucked for you?” YN asked. What she was really saying was would she like to be held. Only her and Saera understood that. 

“Oh YN.” Saera sobbed and held her close.”I hate them. I hate how they are always disappointed in me. I hate them, I hate them, I hate them.”

YN sighed and held her close then pulled away to look in her eyes. “I’m not disappointed in you. You could never disappoint me. I love you.”

Saera wiped her eyes and rested her forehead against YN’s. “I just wish they were more like you. I could be happy with only you. My dear one.” 

They both smiled at each other, before Saera brought her lips to YN’s and gave her a loving kiss. YN knew she was still very upset, but when they were together they could pretend it was only the two of them in the world. YN could always understand Saera better than the rest of her family. 

“Would you like to spend the day together?” YN asked as she placed the flower behind Saera’s ear. Twirling the locks of Saera’s silver hair.

“I would love to.” 

So they ran to their secluded part of the garden that very few would go to. The spot that looked over the blackwater. Only going out to order the servants to bring them food and drink. For a day the two could pretend it was only the two of them in the whole world.

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Julius Caesar: [thinking he's about to bring back the monarchy and make himself king]

Meanwhile, the senate:

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caesars assassination but with empty cardboard tubes

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Idk why but that one tiktok account that has the Avatars interacting with each other is making me like Kuruk and there are no fics about him😭 am I THAT niche?!

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Look on the bright side:

Having a Live Action show just means we can all amalgamate all our favorite versions together, through the cartoon, shorts, comics, movies, we can combined the best and worst parts together and get rid of what we don’t like in each versions!

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Some tips for using a few words to describe voices:

1. Tone Words: Use tone words to convey the emotional quality of a voice. For example, you can describe a voice as "melodic," "soothing," "sharp," "gentle," or "commanding" to give readers a sense of the tone.

2. Pitch and Range: Mention the pitch and range of the voice. Is it "deep," "high-pitched," "raspy," or "full-bodied"? This can provide insight into the character's age, gender, or emotional state.

3. Accent and Diction: Describe the character's accent or diction briefly to give a sense of their background or cultural influences. For instance, "British-accented," "Southern drawl," or "formal."

4. Volume: Mention the volume of the voice, whether it's "whispering," "booming," "murmuring," or "hushed."

5. Quality: Use terms like "velvet," "silken," "gravelly," "honeyed," or "crisp" to convey the texture or quality of the voice.

6. Rate of Speech: Describe how fast or slow the character speaks, using words like "rapid," "slurred," "measured," or "rambling."

7. Mood or Emotion: Indicate the mood or emotion carried by the voice. For example, a "quivering" voice may convey fear or anxiety, while a "warm" voice may express comfort and reassurance.

8. Resonance: Describe the resonance of the voice, such as "echoing," "nasal," "booming," or "tinny."

9. Timbre: Mention the timbre of the voice, using words like "rich," "thin," "clear," or "smoky."

10. Cadence: Highlight the rhythm or cadence of speech with descriptors like "staccato," "lilting," "rhythmic," or "halting."

11. Intonation: Convey the character's intonation by saying their voice is "sarcastic," "apologetic," "confident," or "questioning."

12. Vocal Characteristics: If applicable, mention unique vocal characteristics, like a "lisp," "stutter," "drawl," or "accented 'r'."