#[Traitorious Bastard]

[marvelita85]

The dance of dragons abruptally finished when Aegon ii burtned Rhaenyra in front of her surviving children, y/n and Aegon iii witnesing the atrocity as a plot against the greens to put you on the throne has already began and the arrival of Cregan Stark who became a very good friend of your brother Jacearys finished Aegon ii reign but as everyone hoped you to be benevolent and forgiven you turn vengefull and evil

The queen dowager beg on her knees for her reminded son lifes, Daeron was dead, your husband survived the battle of the gods eye but at great cost with the death of Vaghar, Caraxes and Daemon surviving too but keeping that from the greens until the right moment

Cregan wanted to put to justice everyone who intervined into the dance and put Aegon ii as king, you stayed quiet sitting at the head of the table as the reminded council argue about the posible outcomes for the traitors

- my queen it has to be done that way

- it will be done my way Lord Wyle... after all you all are traitors to my eyes and the only reason you are not dead yet is because Lord Velaryon my grandsire, is here to talk in your favor, you commited treason swearing for my uncle and dethroning my mother, who was the rightfull heir, now you have to follow orders from another queen, thats me and be aware my Lords I am here to rule and all traitors will be paid in the only coin my family knows fire and blood - everyone knew you meant what you said

You slep through the knight in your room, is been a few weeks you havent been able to be alone and cry everything you needed to and you were your mother's girl of only 7 and 10, you were waiting for Daemon to be able to be by your side, the only brother alive you had left, your cousins/sisters remained beside you and gave you strenght to keep going and do what you meant to do as queen now

- to respect the memory of my grandsire the late king I'm going to adress you as Lord hand, as you dont hold that tittle no more - your dragon rest upon the peak of the dragon pit, and as you are no Targaryen you wont have the honor of my dragon's fire but the judgment of treason to the crown and to thr 7th kindoms, whoever sit in this Throne, we all even me, I've never wanted to be born first or be queen so soon, nor I expected my uncle to kill his own sister, my husband to kill his nephew...my brother... - you tried to stop talking because emotions filled you, your brother run to hug you and did it and stoped the maid with one of your hands, he was just a kid and he saw his mother died

- bring my uncles... - you didnt say husband even you still felt something for Aemond as you've always done since you were children

His eye found your for a minute but you stoped focusing on Otto Hightower

- Otto Hightower, the Stark family has a saying that the person passing the sentence is the one who has to swing the sword after all your traitories you deserved no honor, not even mine, somone you concidered not fit for the Iron Throne just because of what I have between my legs, and because you decided I was a bastard... and maybe I am all those things but worst is to have your greed wanting to Rule when you have no right upon a throne, take the late king out of the picture to instaled your blood upon the throne

- I dont have regrets of any of my actions princess... - you smile knowing he would be stumburn till the end

- and for that your blood will be lost fotever

- your husband is my blood and you probably has some growing inside of you already

- but you are not my blood and I have no love or wish of forgivness so Lord Otto Hightower I, Visenya Targaryen second of my name sentence you to die - you knew it was terrible to let your little brother see this but it was necesary, your dragon aproached to you and as he closed more Otto realised he was going to die screaming - drakarys - you said almost wispering but your dragon Shadow knew what to do he burn the traitor and Alicent screamed, Aemond only had time to hold his mother before she touch the grown, Alicent couldnt hold tears and grab her sons arms

You the queen turn your atention now to your uncle trying so hard to avoid looking at your husband as much resenment you felt for him you also felt love and that could betray yourself and your feelings

- I thought about giving you the same end you gave my mother but after awhile I came to conclution that is something you wish for so... Im not giving you the satisfaction of all ending...you will live whatever your life might be long or short is not upon me anymore, you will serve under the knights watch - all gasp in surprise even Cregan Stark beside you, no one expected for you to decided that, for Aegon it was wost than death - I decided to let you live uncle, Ive heard your mothers plea, am I not merceful?.... he dare to rise his eyes looking at you and he regreted it instantly

- AM I NOT MERCEFUL? - your right fist holding all the rage and hate you felt in your heart

You asked Cregan Stark to make sure he arrived safe to the wall after that he was no more your responsability

But all resolution died in your mouth when it came to him, you couldnt do it as much as he deserved it as much as you wanted it was hard

- may I have a minute alone with my husband , the dragons stayed but everyone retired leaving you alone - dont you dare say a word... I'm not a kinslayer like you, I wont kill any of you but you will wish I did it, I'll be queen of the 7th kingdoms and whoever rebel sgainst me I'll reign through ashes and blood and smoke if I have to because that's who I am...a dragon

- and what would you do with me...my queen

- the council, or what is left of it who I can still trust they sujested I declared our marriage nule... and marry again, and you'll be sent to Storms end where your brother sent you once or I will make Daemon to kill you as it should have been back in the god's eye along with your dragon now you are dragonless again... and what did you gain Aemond... nothing... you lost everything

- including you? - you were going to speak to tell him the answer he deserved but all resolution in you died whwn he kneel in front of you bowing his head - Kostilus, ñuha ābrazȳrys, gūrogon nyke arlī se shijetra nyke, iksā se mērī mēre qilōni could mōris bisa vīlībāzma, kesan obūljagon se tolvys iēdrosa pazavor naejot se greens kessa sagon pazavor naejot ao, unite īlva lentor istin se syt mirre se nyke kivio naejot sagon pazavor naejot ao syt se rest hen ñuha tubissa

(Please, my wife, take me again and forgive me, you are the only one who could end this war, i will bend the knee and everyone still loyal to the greens will be loyal to you, unite our family once and for all and I promise to be loyal to you for the rest of my days)

- Emilā naejot urnēptre nyke, iksā pazavor, lo ao nāpāsagon nyke arlī ossēninna ao nykēla

(You will have to show me, you are loyal, if you betray me again I will kill you myself)

- by the way... the witch of Harrenhall died a few days ago... she was your undoing Aemond... Alys Rivers and her bastard son are spoils of war and you should not mourn them... after all any offsprings you might have will be the heir and not some bastard from a whore - you didnt know how much it hurt your words or what that woman and her son meant in his life but you were still hurt and were going to try and hurt him even more at least a little

- will it be an end?

- maybe one day

- I've loved you my whole life and still... we destroyed eachother

- I'm broken because of what you and the greens did to the blacks we are talking as we are a different family but we are the same... we are Targaryens Aemond we destroyed eachother... one day we might learned to build ourselfs back up - you gave a hard breath in and a few tears in your eyes fight to be realised but your eyes didnt let them

- maybe is not us.... I decided to marry Jaehaera and Aegon iii when they reatch maturity...

- my niece and your brother...he is your heir...

-if we dont have children he will... and your niece the queen some day

- are we... going to have children?

- maybe

You have loved Aemond probably since you were born, the war between your family started begore that but you two didnt care about adults quarrels until he lost his eye to your brother... and you didn't really know who he became after the war after surviving Daemon's fight but maybe some of that love was worth saving

[r95irth]

I was reading a Manhua (yeah when i'm not in a very good place i read Manhua/webcomic thing) and i thought i had found one that was quite good...

But then this morning as i read one chapter I was hit so so hard by the disgusting mentality that sipped through??

Not only the mentality behind this twist is disgusting and full of classism, but it's not even well written at all. At no point before this was foreshadowed, and to resolve it the author had to pull a name of a character we never heard before to save the protagonist's family side...and completely foresaw one side of the problem.

Explanation :

Protagonist (modern girl transmigrator) learns that her grandfather was sterile and he tricked everyone, having someone else get children in his stead to continue the bloodline. So now her family is in troubles because you know they aren't NOBLE (totally forgetting that noble don't marry anything but other noble as a norm, so fuck the grandmother's nobility bloodline i guess) BUT DOn't Worry author has a solution to save the ass of the family branch the protag is on! See, Papa of the protagonist is actually the son of the BROTHER of grandfather (we didn't even knew he had a brother) so his bloodline is real! few! The other son however is not, of course he is not noble, he was ugly anyways. (design of the character matter!...kinda...)

So that is actually very poor writing. So i'm already pissed. But what takes the cake is the behavior of everyone regarding the bastard girl of the protagonist uncle (you know the fake noble, the ugly one).

You see this bastard girl looks around 12 years old. (She just appeared into the story, that was also clumsily written). She wears rags and in flash back is shown to be working as a maid in the palace, so obviously she wasn't treated very well by her family (including heroines papa). Arrives the heroine in the palace, who is treated super well by everyone. So of course she is a bit jealous, though nothing much. Except that uncle is ordered by grandfather to try to kill the protagonist. He fails gets caught and granfather to save his ass decide to EXECUTE HIM (he is his fakeson anyways i suppose?) so she is suddenly fatherless...And when she is introduced, it's to show the guard dragging her out of the palace saying she will be executed like her traitorious father. The protagonist casually decides she won't do anything about it (because she feels it's a trap...okay but huh, even if it's a trap you are letting her die?) then changes her mind because bastard girl says she knows her grandfather secret (the infertility thing) - and then the bastard girl was taken and interrogated by protagonist'smalesfans. She is treated very very badly, especially when they discover she had a poison vial given to her by granfather. It's clearly stated she had been asked to poison the protag with it or she is to be killed by grandfather. and she has all those interior monologue about how people treats her like she doesn't matter at all, don't even see her or care if she will die (and yeah girl unfortunately you are right). Obviously malefans are angry at her for attempting to kill their dear protagonist. Okay fair she would have killed her.

But then there's a scene between protagonist and the bastard girl, where basically protagonist says "you intended to use the infertility secret against us right? you thought you and i were the same :T not noble and though you could have this over our head!!" (ahahah bad luck for bastard luck she is the only filthy commoner!! can you feel my annoyance ??) - and then goes on telling bastard girl that it's normal wanting to survive and she doesn't mind her trying to (so i was like "okay at least tell her her life matters!!") but then adds "i just 'don't want to have a selfish ugly and filthy thing like you at my side" and then kicks her out. TO THE STREET. A 12 YEARS OLD ORPHAN.

And i'm like GIRL, MODERN GIRL INSIDE THE BODY WHERE ARE YOU?? DO YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE YOU ARE SUPERIOR BECAUSE YOu'RE NOBLE ??? WTF ??? Besides it's not like protagonist is selfless either. She is using the original heroine of the story for her own gain and to survive too. The original heroine should have had a romance with the crown prince (not here) she should actually live as an adopted daughter of a noble family (she is her maid now) and she should be taught magic by this character (who is now protag's LI so like always in thsi story he cares only about protag. No other character matter, male or female, his personality is now "in love with protag") I'm like "go look at yourself in the mirror, you're not a noble woman either èé you're using plot to survive too you hypocritical bitch"

I just lost all my respect for the protagonist like this. PFIOU! Nothing up to fumes.

I really hate when the transmigrator in story ends up affirming those societal class ideas. usually they end up slapping maids to reaffirm they are their superior which is already annoying but wow this. THIS was another level. This whole arc was bad.

I continued reading and it didn't really get better. The final plot twist about the heroine was better written but ableist (she is suddenly ehalthy again bc magic...i was expecting a support device to help her get better but no, magic cure)...and in the final arc the Bstard girl is brought up, used as a lure to replace the heroine in an assassination attempt, then never discussed again. So i suppose dirty bastard commoners are only here to be used by the noble. The original heroine who has joined the femalelead stans decides to go study magic (good for her) and it's hinted something is going on with her previous male lead but meh.

But yeah the arc i ranted about is the downfall of the heroine , after that she uses a very dirty startegy with the two princes, (asking the 7 years old prince "who do you like more? your brother or your mother? :) the two of them can never survive so you have to choose - only for in the end managing to make the mother survive withh him in exile...-yeah how a 7 years old without support and a fugitive are going to survive? Who cares-) - then traps the "dirty concubine" in a scheme making her pass as a cheater so the king orders her execution. (When she is many things but not a cheater and seemed genuinely in love with the king as the only way to trick her in this scheme is making her have hallucination and see another's man corpse as the king's corpse, which caused her to break down in tears and wail...when the real king who was not under the illusion could see it).

Look i don't ask my heroine to be pure and never use dirty trick. I wouldn't like JGY or WWX if I did. But in this manhua the heroine is just so selfish and cruel during those moments and it's never aknowledged??? There's a lot of bullshit monologue about how it's for the best but if you use your brain 1 seconde you consider 'for who?" and then it falls apart.

I'm just realli disappointed in this one.

[art-full-dodger]

THERES SEVERAL PEOPLE WITH PROBLEMS ALL THESE PROBLEMS COMING FROM JOVOS...... ID THINK TWICE IF YOUR THAT FAMILY MEMBER WHO THINKS THERE BIG AND KNOWS BEST ...... ABOUT WHAT TO DO ABOUT THAT FAMILY MEMBER ..... BECAUSE THIS TIME YOUR GALACTIC KNOW IT ALL BEST..... IS EXACTLY WHAT WILL GET YOU KILLED..... WAR IS BLOODY PEOPLE GET KILLED IN WAR AND THIS IS A WAR.... IF YOU ARE WHOEVER YOU ARE IN LEAGUE WITH THEM AND WILL ATTEMPT TO BRING US IN.. YOU ARE A TRAITOR AND THE ENEMY AND I WILL SEE YOU FUCKING DEAD FOR SELLING US OUT YOU TRAITORIOUS CUNTS...... MAKE A NICE PROFIT ON THIS DEAL CAN YOU..??? YOU FILTHY DOUBLE CROSSING BACKSTABBING SLAVING BASTARDS..... (at Longton Marsh) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYRKIrfAT-A/?utm_medium=tumblr

[greyias]

How will Grey react to Theron's new horrific hair? Will she laugh at it or just stare at it dumbfounded?

I’m pretty sure this is 100% canon how things are going to go down in-game. I’m just really good at guessing like that.

It was the moment Theron had been dreading since his shuttle had left the surface of Umbara. The usually perfectly pinned ponytail in disarray, her cheeks flushed from the exertion of the battles she had just fought, and wide blue eyes focused on only one thing in the room: him.

And for a moment everything just stopped, as even now just the sight of her still could take his breath away and make him forget about everything. And that was a bad thing because if he forgot what he was doing, if he let himself slip even the slightest, then all of his work to infiltrate the Order would be for nothing—and she’d never be safe. She had already gotten hurt, nearly killed, because he hadn’t seen the trap they’d laid on Iokath. He wasn’t about to let that happen again.

He needed to go, before he blew the carefully crafted cover he and Lana had put together. And that was exactly what he had planned to do, just put one foot in front of the other and flee like a fleeing thing. So imagine his surprise when his mouth opened instead and asked the question that had been bothering him since he’d laid eyes on her: “What are you wearing?”

“Me?” She asked incredulously.  “‘What am I wearing?’ That’s seriously the first thing out of your mouth?”

“But, the cape, the ridiculous shoulder pads,” Theron was definitely not whining, “they were so cool! Now you just look like a Jedi with a fondness for the color red.”

“I am a Jedi—and you said you hated that armor!”

“That’s because the clasps on it make it trickier than a Zeltrosian bra to remove!”

“How do you know how tricky—you are not helping your case here!”

Oh, shit. He should have just run. In fact, that was a brilliant plan. He was going to do that. Now. “I have to go.”

“Theron, wait, we can talk about this!”

“There’s nothing to talk about I already told you that the Alliance is rotting—”

But apparently his villain speech wasn’t going to work this time around. 

“It’s normal when a man gets to a certain age, he starts to feel the need to experiment, to change things up, try to make life exciting again.”

“A certain age?”

“Everyone does call you ‘Old Man Shan’. Well, they’re now calling you ‘Dirty Filthy Traitor Shan’ even though I keep telling them to stop. But I figured it was the first one that might have set you off.”

“Please don’t tell me you think this is some sort of midlife crisis.”

“It explains everything.”

“No, it doesn’t! I’m evil now! I’m a bad man, you should stay away. Far, far away!”

She wasn’t listening to him. “The the heavy drinking, the mood swings, the inexplicable and sudden need to destroy public property and try to ruin every personal relationship in your life, the need to try and refresh your image—”

“I recall your pep talks being more effective in the past.”

“This is happening because I only offered you one fleet of warships, isn’t it?”

“No!”

“I can give you two. Or three. Really we have like all of Iokath at this point so—”

“I don’t need a fleet, woman!”

“What about a Corellian cruiser? I hear they come in red—oh wait, you don’t like the color red anymore, do you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Theron, I love you. You can tell me anything.” She was managing to keep pace with him and laid a gentle hand on his arm. “This is a safe space.”

“This is a literal war zone.” 

He yanked his arm away, because if he let it linger there too long he was going to say to hell with this stupid undercover assignment and let the galaxy take care of itself for once. Except he wasn’t capable of that at all, so scratch that. 

But he missed Odessen. And his bed. And his real jacket. This one was itchy and too long and made his shoulders look way too small — like they could actually fit through doorways. He’d had to overcompensate his disguise with his hair to try and look more intimidating. And it was working! He knew this from the looks the House Inrokini soldiers kept giving him.

“I was speaking metaphorically. I’m listening, Theron, I’m here for you, all you have to do is stop this nonsense and come home.”

“I…” Damn it, why did she have to be so nice all the time? Didn’t she know that love and understanding was his greatest weakness? “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, everything will be okay. We’ll get the finest deprogrammers—I mean doctors—and they’ll help you see that you don’t need to join a cult to feel complete and whole—”

“I didn’t join a cult!”

She just looked at him. 

Oh, right. His cover. “I mean they’re not a cult! We’re just doing what needs to be done to bring peace to the Galaxy.”

“Of course you are, but maybe you just need better friends—like all of the ones waiting back home in front of the intervention sign. Even Grandmaster Satele came.”

“I don’t need an interven—wait, my mother’s there?”

“And Jace too! And the ghost of Darth Marr for that matter, even though I don’t recall inviting him. Let me tell you, that made things awkward—I’m getting sidetracked—what I’m trying to say is we’re all really worried about you!”

That was—oddly touching. (And weird. Why was Marr’s ghost still hanging around his mom?) And more importantly, why the hell hadn’t Lana put a stop to this nonsense? She knew what was going on. Surely she could wrangle one well-meaning, overly helpful Jedi and maintain his cover while he was off saving the galaxy. For that matter, why was everyone just waiting for the Alliance Commander to return from Copero with him in tow? It seemed like there was better use of everyone’s time than standing in a room with little envelopes of written confessions. 

Or maybe he was putting too much thought into this. He really needed to finish running away before anyone noticed he had no actual intention of trying to injure, maim, or murder the woman so lovingly (and quite unnecessarily) trying to reach out to him as if he’d gone off the deep end. Apparently he gave a really compelling and convincing villain speech. Score one for the SIS method acting course he’d taken.

The sounds of battle had grown distant, although blaster fire and the occasional explosion still rocked the ground. It was actually impressive they had managed to carry on a conversation as long as they had without being interrupted by the fierce dogfight between forces. Beyond these blast doors was the corridor that led to the private hangar where he’d parked his shuttle.  But he’d never be able to escape the planet and finish delving into the Order’s real plans (not to mention smoke out the real mole back on base) if he didn’t ditch his well-meaning tagalong. Maybe if he asked her really nicely…

“Just go home and forget about me, Commander.”

Okay, maybe that was more of an order than a request, but he was really distracted by the thought that Darth Marr had insisted on attending his intervention. Theron really needed to know how a ghost had managed to write out a confession on flimsiplast, and if Jace had attempted to start a fist fight with Satele’s new incorporeal bestie. 

“Theron, I could never forget you.”

Damn it, she was going to force him to do something traitory and nefarious again so he could get away, wasn’t she? Being able to finish this plan and get things back to normal would have been a lot easier had she been let in on the fact that there was an actual plan. It was almost like this extremely elaborate ruse wasn’t as well-thought and brilliant as he and Lana originally had envisioned. Come to think of it, why hadn’t they brought the Commander in on their plot to uncover the true traitor within their midst?

Oh right, because she giggled inappropriately every time she attempted to lie. She would have snickered the entire time he was giving his villain speech on the train instead of looking at him like a kicked puppy. That would have convinced no one. There were definite downsides to picking the most benevolent goodie two-shoes in the galaxy as the leader of their no-longer-rebel faction.

“I will always love you,” she continued on, oblivious to Theron’s internal struggle, “even if it looks like a womp rat died on your head.”

That brought him out of his melodramatic sulking. “Hey!”

“Don’t worry, I’ve bought you a whole closet full of really fashionable hats—”

“You do realize this is my exact same hair, right? I just shaved off the sides to make it look cooler—I mean more intimidating!”

“Is that why you shaved a thong on the back?”

“A… what?”

“You have looked into a mirror, right?”

“I don’t need a—“ She magically produced a mirror and he proceeded to crane his head awkwardly to see what she was referring to. “Those sons of bitches!”

“Language, Theron!”

“I joined a cult, I don’t have to watch my language anymore!” He cursed again and traced the V-shaped mark down the back of his head that looked far too similar to women’s lingerie to be a mere coincidence. He was going to kill those guys when he got back. Okay, that was actually the point of this whole thing, but now he had another reason to take these evil bastards down. “Stupid hazing rituals — I should have known that wasn’t the traditional ‘Welcome to the Order Cackle’!”

She frowned. “Wait… ‘the Order’? What Order?”

“I’ve said too much.” He quickly moved away from her mirror and the horrors it contained, feeling a new and urgent need to exact vengeance on a couple of cultists and their vibrorazers.

“Where are you going?”

“To avenge my hair! And get back my jacket!”

Oh, and save the galaxy and Alliance too. But first, those bastards were going to pay…

Or TL;DR – outwardly she’s more concerned that he’s seemingly cracked and is acting like some cheesy Bond villain than the Theron she knows and loves. Inwardly, she is aghast that he would shave off that beautiful hair, but is also confused by the feelings the new do and the Evil Jacket™ are stirring up. 

[fxxlsgcmbiit]

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@oniihitokuchi

"Ow! Let go, motherfucker!"

With a snarl, Kakeru's fist collided with Oni's face, hitting the traitor square in the nose hard enough for the other to let go of him before he could bite off a good chunk of flesh from his arm. His sleeve had shielded his arm from Oni's teeth a bit, but the bite had been strong enough to pierce the fabric and the skin underneath, blood already starting to seep from the wounds.

"You've got some guts, showing your ugly mug here after what you did! What the fuck do you want, you traitorious bastard?!"

[art-full-dodger]

THE TWIN TOWERS .... 911... THIS IS NOT MY COUNTRYAND NOT MY WAR.... I AM TO BE TAKEN PRISONER TO HELP YOU WITH YOUR HOLY WAR..... I AM NOT AMERICAN I AM NOT OF YOUR RELIGION..... ITS NOT MY FUCKING WAR ITS YOURS..... WE ARE NOT FIGHTING FOR YOU ..... HABE YOU REACHED THAT.... LEVEL OF UNDERSTANDING YET ???? UNDERSTAND THIS ... YOUR HERE CAUSING TROUBLE AROUND ME AND MY PEOPLE AND TRYING TO DRAG US IN TO YOUR FUCKING CONFLICT... AND FOR THIS... I WILL DESTROY EACH AND EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU.... FUCKING BASTARDS ...UNDERSTAND NOW???... YOU TRAITORIOUS CUNTS..... (at Longton Marsh) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYRNDCbgEz-/?utm_medium=tumblr

[art-full-dodger]

THERES SEVERAL PEOPLE WITH PROBLEMS ALL THESE PROBLEMS COMING FROM JOVOS...... ID THINK TWICE IF YOUR THAT FAMILY MEMBER WHO THINKS THERE BIG AND KNOWS BEST ...... ABOUT WHAT TO DO ABOUT THAT FAMILY MEMBER ..... BECAUSE THIS TIME YOUR GALACTIC KNOW IT ALL BEST..... IS EXACTLY WHAT WILL GET YOU KILLED..... WAR IS BLOODY PEOPLE GET KILLED IN WAR AND THIS IS A WAR.... IF YOU ARE WHOEVER YOU ARE IN LEAGUE WITH THEM AND WILL ATTEMPT TO BRING US IN.. YOU ARE A TRAITOR AND THE ENEMY AND I WILL SEE YOU FUCKING DEAD FOR SELLING US OUT YOU TRAITORIOUS CUNTS...... MAKE A NICE PROFIT ON THIS DEAL CAN YOU..??? YOU FILTHY DOUBLE CROSSING BACKSTABBING SLAVING BASTARDS..... (at Longton Marsh) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYRKIrfAT-A/?utm_medium=tumblr