#Grandfather and eldest granddaughter

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HRH Princess Anne, The Princess Royal in front of a portrait of her grandfather King George VI.

[deadsetobsessions]

Once more the hallucinations hit, and once more I am here writing it out.

My brain is fucking terrifying and I want out, so bad. This came to me in the form of a nightmare.

Also, please don’t take the timeline into consideration, because I have no idea what’s going on. Again, nightmares and dreams tend to not have the best coherency when it comes to plot and timelines. The reincarnation doesn’t have a name, I was too busy feeling terrified. Shit in parentheses was how I experienced the nightmare. Everything else is just me adding sprinkle sprinkle.

——

Ra’s al Ghul.

Talia al Ghul.

Two names that she had been aware of, in the peripherals of her hyper fixation. Two characters meant to enhance the story of the Dark Knight. Side characters, on a good day. Perhaps, a main antagonist on a better day.

On a bad day?

Main characters. Real, living people. Real, living, breathing assassins.

Unfortunately, they’re her new family. One she remembered coming into, bathed in a pool of blood and screams.

She was not a baby.

She is now, a baby. The first of Talia al Ghul’s children. The eldest, once Damian al Ghul was born.

Swaddled in emerald green and gold silks, she was presented to a man with silver streaked hair and a receding hairline. He too, was robed in green and golds.

“A daughter, Talia?” He rumbled, the smooth Arabic flowing out of his mouth failing to hide the acrid disappointment. The child, past the haze of confusion of suddenly being deported from her own adult body into one of a helpless child, felt a stirring of irritation. It’s good she learned the language, because now she knew exactly how Ra’s felt about her. The child grumbled a displeased sound. Not that she would have ignored the fact that her grandfather was Ra’s al Ghul. (He smelled like moth eaten fabric and blood- but I think that was because my cat accidentally scratched me.)

“My apologies, father.”

“Do not tell the young detective of this. Had it been a son, perhaps things would have been different. No, a daughter would only hinder him.”

Talia bowed, hands tightening on her daughter. “May I raise her, father?”

“A resource is still a resource. Go ahead, Talia.”

“Yes, father.” Talia took the dismissal and bowed before leaving.

On her way back to the room with the reincarnation’s crib, Talia al Ghul stroked her daughter’s head.

“I wish you were born a boy, my daughter. I am sorry my beloved will never know of you.”

The reincarnation looked at her new mother. She’s young, the woman-child realized. A teenager.

“You’ll have to be useful, my daughter. Your grandfather is not so kind as to keep the useless. I… do not wish for your death,” her mother muttered.

Great. She got new life and it’s already in danger.

——

She learned to swing a knife. Swords. She learned and devoured the teachings. She learned to be useful.

But then they asked her to take the life of a man who did her no wrong.

Her baby blues clashed with her grandfather’s Lazarus green.

She was still young. A child.

“No.”

“No?”

“He did no wrong.”

“He failed, granddaughter.” Ra’s smiled down at her, patronizing. Cruel. “Perhaps you possess your father’s heart, and you are foolishly sentimental, as women and children tend to be. But in the end, you are an al Ghul and you will obey. Plunge in your blade and I will reward you.”

The reincarnation looked at the man kneeling in front of her, resignation and a hint of pity in what little she could see of his face.

She’s already died before. What did she have to be afraid of?

“No.”

They tried to beat the weakness out of her. It didn’t work.

——

The reincarnation stared at the mirror, left alone in an opulent cage of gold and emeralds and precious stones that meant little to her now.

Her hands traced her back, small fingers finding purchase in soft skin. Her mouth opened fruitlessly, noise refusing to escape. She still felt the burning magic, the brand her own blood had carved into her skin and soul because she refused to kill. The chains her grandfather had shackled around her with magic and cruel amusement.

She had killed him, in the end. Obey, or be punished. Her body had moved without her permission, the reincarnation a prisoner in a body that refused to do as she commanded. The knife swung, a life taken, her hands dipped in red.

She learned a valuable lesson that day.

There were things worse than death.

“This is an order, granddaughter.”

The Magic had flared a searing heat at her neck, forcing her to kneel on broken legs. Ra’s loomed above, authority in his voice. She was bound to obey, regardless.

“You will never speak another word of affection, you will never speak another word to anyone unless I allow it. Perhaps this will teach you of your folly, and your place in this world.”

The loss of her freedom and the fear that came with it was a bitter and devastating lesson.

——

Ra’s al Ghul was so much worse than what little she knew of him.

She was right to be afraid for herself.

Her mother had worried, when she’d withdrawn and refused to speak to her. Even if she could, the reincarnation would not have wanted to. The reincarnation had felt furious, back then, when she thought of Talia. Her mother who refused to protect her. Her mother, who claimed she loved her but refused to see the chains Ra’s wrapped around her neck. She who plied the reincarnation with a supportive hand but forced her into the fighting pits.

But, as the reincarnation stumbled out on bruised and used legs from Ra’s al Ghul’s meeting chambers where he had allowed his business partners to partake in her, she realized that Ra’s was a monster in a human’s body and her mother was a victim of his making.

The lesson Ra’s taught her that day was that if she was not useful, if she did not kill, he would take what was left of her and make use of her.

Hate flared in her heart, and the beginning of Ra’s downfall began the day he let her go from the chambers alive. Injured, but alive. Injured and violated, but alive and furious.

——

She carved her hate and rage and helplessness and fear in the bodies of the people he bid her to kill. Her silenced screams were expressed in the way she splattered blood, the way she covered herself in it. A killing machine first, a stress reliever second, and a child… wasn’t on the list of things she was allowed to be.

His enemies were felled, one after another. He gave her his approval, something she detested.

But still, she continued, bodies racking upwards, tens turning to hundreds, hundreds edging into thousands.

The red in her ledger became ichor and guilt. Her language became violence and obedience.

“You have become a sharp tool, granddaughter.”

She was a genius, after all. And now, she could not disobey. A blade that Ra’s believed will never point towards him. She kneeled. She obeyed.

“Thank you, grandfather.” Her words were only allowed to come out- without searing, terrible pain- when she was thanking him. She tried not to do it as often as he wanted. He thought he broke her when he read the obedience she carved into her body language.

But she never bowed. Never. Not to him. Never.

——

“My weapon could learn much from your granddaughter,” David Cain sat across from Ra’s, wine in their stupid goblets. How she detested the green and blacks he’s seen fit to dress her with. She’s dressed provocatively, not of her own choice. She doesn’t have much of those- doesn’t have much in ways of choices- these days.

She was twelve, and Ra’s al Ghul deserved to die.

“Her combat is a higher form of what my daughter has achieved. How did you do it?”

When Ra’s began to reply, she slipped away.

She found the girl. She found… the cage- the black box- the child was placed in. The child flinched from her when she opened the metal box, fear only easing as the reincarnation kept her body language neutral and kind. (It was pitch black, and about the size of like, a closet. No light. Only from whatever door the box had.) (Cass’ hands hurt from banging on the walls to be let out)

David Cain’s daughter, her mind whispered, the memories of another life once more making itself known.

“Cassandra.” She whispered, regretting it immediately when pain wracked her body. She fell to her knees as the punishment for disobeying an order slammed into her.

The girl looked at her in concern, but did not move closer. The reincarnation stared at this girl and saw a reflection of herself.

David Cain would be here for a month. She will free Cassandra in those days.

——

The weapon stared at the girl in front of her, kneeling in pain.

She did not understand.

-

The girl came back. Water. Food. Kind.

The weapon felt warm. The girl was quiet. No sounds. Good. The weapon knew the girl understood. The weapon thinks that the girl is a weapon too.

-

The girl comes back, again. This time, she makes a sound. It hurt her, but she did it again. The weapon understands when the girl points at herself and repeats the sound. The sound means the girl. The girl expects something from the weapon.

The weapon makes the sound, flinching to see if the owner will come to punish it. The girl purposefully sits, relaxed but vigilant… and protective. Of the weapon?

The weapon relaxed. It repeated the sound, pointing at the girl.

The girl smiles, in pain. But approval. The weapon feels- the weapon is warm, like under the blanket. Approval.

The girl teaches her to make sounds but the weapon communicates without it. It does not like the sounds, does not need them, but the girl seems to think it’s important.

The weapon likes the girl, so the weapon learns. They still understand through no sounds, through reading each other.

-

The girl comes back, silently. Secretly. The weapon does not notify the owner. The weapon feels- does not want to.

The girl- the girl with the sound- she says a different sound. Her body tells the weapon that it’s important, this sound.

And when the girl points at herself and says her own sound, then points at the weapon and says that new sound again, the weapon begins to understand.

The girl had given the weapon her own sound.

“Cass—n- ra.”

“Cass,” the girl said, and Cassandra understood.

“Cass.” Cassandra pointed to herself.

-

The owner wanted- wanted Cassandra to end a life. Cassandra watched the owner kill and gesture to the dead thing.

Cassandra did not want to.

When Cassandra is placed back into the pitch black box, she waited for the girl.

The girl came.

“Don’t want.” Cassandra clung to her, reading the welcome and the sadness in the girl’s body. Cassandra tucked her face into the girl’s shoulder. She is cold. The girl is warm.

The girl hugged her back. The girl understood. Sadness hardened into lines of determination. Cassandra felt… light. Felt hope.

-

Cassandra slipped away from the place, water in her pack for the dessert and money to run from the country. The girl stayed behind, seeing her off. The girl tells her to never come back.

Cassandra did not want to leave the girl behind, but the girl could not go.

“Be free, Cass.” The girl had whispered through the pain. “For the both of us.”

——

Her grandfather knew. He allowed David Cain to break her, not kill because she was of use to him still, as a lesson. She found that she hated his lessons. But, she hated his attention more.

And still, she could not regret. How could she, when Cass trusted her with what fragile hope she had?

So, she lets him beat her, and provokes him with smirks and fearless eyes because the longer he’s focused on her, the more time Cass has to run.

Then, he gets too angry, and insults Ra’s, whose eyes grew cold. Her grandfather gestured and while she usually hated the command that followed that gesture, she could not feel that hatred now.

She got back up, legs broken and arms twisted once more, and attacked David Cain.

Ra’s would not follow Cass. Not when she was not his business to deal with, and not when David Carin’s fury amused him so.

David Cain would not follow Cass. Not while she still drew breath. The reincarnation stood, and threw herself at one of the best assassins of the century.

She tore his throat out with nothing but her teeth. She felt, for once, not like a monster. Not even when Ra’s nodded in approval and ordered for David Cain’s broken body to be cleaned up.

——

She’s been granted a mission in New Jersey, once her months of discipline- of torture- ended. She does not get ordered to find Cassandra. She’s fourteen now, and as silent as ever. Her mother had adjusted to her silence by then- long ago, actually, taking it as a quirk her daughter had developed. She hadn’t been a terribly vocal child, after all. Talia praised her for being useful even as a woman- the self degradation something the reincarnation had no doubt Ra’s had insidiously trained into Talia- and for being loyal to Ra’s.

Sometimes, she hates Talia for being- for-

Never mind. She couldn’t afford to hate anyone else.

She killed her targets early, determination and wistfulness urging her movements into sharp . Then, she made her way to Gotham and slipped into the city of darkness- where her father was.

She watched as he hid in the shadows almost as easily as she did. She watched as he flew and glided with the younger Robin. (He was younger than her by a year. She checked.) He was free. They were free.

She wished…

As she turned away, she saw a child tumbling from the edge of a roof. It was an instinct she’d thought Ra’s had managed to bury after the months he’d spent making sure she killed only children.

She hated him.

She caught him, swooping in and tucking him against her side as she plucked him from the air and plopped him back onto the crumbling roof of Gotham’s slums.

“Oh, thank you! So much- are you a vigilante?” The boy asked, looking at her masked face. It’s a good thing she wasn’t exactly dressed like a regular League operative.

She shook her head. Her eyes fell onto his camera, faint memories rising once more. She had an inkling-

“I’m- uh- Tim!” The boy introduced himself nervously, edging away from her silence. “Thank you for saving me…?”

She nodded. She pointed to the camera, tilting her head.

“Oh- you… want to see it?” He clutched his camera closer. Oh, he did have some sense of self preservation. She wondered why a seven year old was allowed to roam these streets… but she did worse at seven.

She held her hand up and back up. The boy hesitated, and then showed her the camera. “Uh- I took pictures of Robin and Batman!”

They sat on that roof for hours, and she let Tim Drake tell her stories about her father and his son. Ward. Son.

She could tell that Tim didn’t have anyone to listen to him.

She didn’t have long until she had to go back or risk severe punishment, but… she could make time for Tim, to listen to him.

She wondered if Cass managed to escape completely. She wondered if her sister all but in name and blood learned how to smile.

——

Tim had never had a friend before!

She listened to him! And gave him hugs the one time he was brave enough to ask! And she seemed to like Batman and Robin as much as he did! No one who didn’t like them would listen to his endless rambling otherwise, right? (Tim was super skinny, like ribs poking out skinny. He looked like a sickly Victorian child and he was kind of cold)

“And then, Robin went like this,” he pantomimed the awesome punch Dick Grayson did on a Joker goon. “And the guys got knocked out just like that!”

His new friend nodded, looking interested.

“Sorry, am I talking too much?” Tim asked anxiously. He didn’t want to make his friend hate him!

She shook her head, and gestured for him to continue.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded.

His new friend was so cool! She even taught him how to throw a punch and to fight!

——

When she had to leave, she prepared Tim for it.

“Do you have to go?”

She nodded and placed a hand on his head, ruffling his hair. Her other hand held a duffle bag with an assortment of weapons she carefully kept from him. (One of the blades still had guts on it, which, ew.)

“Try not to fall off anymore roofs, little photographer.” She said, smiling at his shocked look before leaping away.

“Wait, you can talk?!” He shouted at her back. She smiled a little wider.

——

“A son, this time.” Ra’s al Ghul’s voice echoed in his disgustingly flashy throne room. It rings of approval.

The reincarnation stood behind her mother, eyes cast downwards.

“Well done, Talia. I finally have a worthy heir.”

Damian al Ghul cooed.

The reincarnation was scared. But… she could not allow her younger brother to be trapped like she was. She’s fifteen now, a decade of slavery having worn her down and nearly broken her. But with her brother… no, she could not allow it.

She met her mother’s eyes and knew then that they agreed. Protect Damian, at all costs.

She ignored the sting of envy. So what her mother could not find it in herself to protect her daughter? So long as she protected Damian, it didn’t matter.

Maybe she didn’t matter. Maybe she wasn’t worth anything. Maybe- maybe- maybe.

She also ignored the seed of disgust she had for mother’s actions in conceiving Damian. She couldn’t do anything about it. Talia was also a victim.

A louder voice in her asked if she could really excuse that, when Talia had a choice and she chose to hurt and violate Bruce Wayne like that. She wondered if she could truly ever forgive Talia. She wondered if Bruce Wayne got therapy.

——

She stared at the tome in front of her, eyes blank. (Actually, she had no eyes. Like? Empty sockets, but then later she had eyes???)

The brand- the shackles- the chains could only be broken if Ra’s died. She wasn’t opposed to that. But if he died, so did she. She couldn’t even kill herself to get out, because the chains would be there even if she died. If she was revived- a high chance, thanks to the fucking pits- then the chains would still be there.

Perhaps… she could use the pits?

Her mind turned and turned.

——

“This is your ukht.” Her mother pointed at her. Damian stared up at her, and she melted. Her brother was too damn cute.

“Ukhti?”

She nodded as her mother smiled in joy. “Yes, habibi.”

She was better at hiding the pain, now. She was better at enduring it, too, that fucking burning feeling. She spoke more, but only to Damian.

It would not do for her brother to grow up not knowing how to receive verbal expressions of affection. Not like she did, in this life.

Still, it hurt to speak. But then, she had an idea, based on Cassandra.

She could not speak, but speaking wasn’t the only way of communication. She’ll teach Damian sign language- standard, as commanded- but also her own version. Yes, she could do it. It wouldn’t be hard.

She was a genius, after all, and creating languages wasn’t as hard as people seem to think.

——

Damian copied her, small fingers patting his hand four times.

She did it back to him. “I love you.” She tells him, with sounds and with motions.

He does it back, excitedly, because he had a secret with ukhti!

——

Sometimes, she dared not to touch Damian. She wants to ruffle his hair and give him hugs but the ichor on her hands reminds her to not get to greedy. She did not deserve it.

Not when her hands were stained with the lives of so many people.

——

Another mission.

She was twenty now, and not much closer to escaping her bonds. Though, once she hit her majority, Ra’s lost interest in her in that way. A blessing, even if she had to seduce his “business partners” into giving him better deals more often now.

She stops by Bludhaven. The Robin she watched so many years ago- six, by her count- had grown new wings and moved. She wanted to see if he could fly still.

He could. He flew as free- no, freer than his days as Robin.

She dipped away to complete her mission (nuclear weapon trading, really?) and swings back to see a spider trying to break the former Robin’s wings.

“No.” Nightwing whispered, staring upwards at the cloudy sky blankly. “Please, stop.”

She didn’t need to hear any more. She saw red, and dove feet first straight onto the spider’s head, knocking her out.

She picked up a near-catatonic Nightwing, and helped him to his apartment. She left Tarantula in the rain and felt zero guilt about it.

He changed mechanically, some kind of instinct keeping him from removing his domino, but it was a bit pointless considering she escorted him to his personal apartment.

She watched as Nightwing slipped into an exhausted sleep before leaving. She had a spider to squish, and traces to hide.

——

Dick wakes up, drained and exhausted. He… someone saved him.

He sees a scrawled note, handwriting impeccable enough to be a font, written with his pen. He picked it up from his table, and his eyes tiredly read the message.

“Don’t worry about Tarantula. Or your identity.”- A friend.

He remembered- the mask- the mask of the stranger that saved him vividly. He’d remember. And he’d thank them if they ever came back.

——

She was in charge of training assassins, these days. A year and a half later after Bludhaven, she was back in Nanda Parbat, and she’s devoured every magical tome she could get her hands on. They all say the same things.

Her assassins were trained well, and Ra’s praises her with more responsibilities as he followed the pit in his obsessions. Her mother began to splinter the group, not knowing that as Ra’s began his descent into madness, people looked towards her instead of Talia for leadership. They did not know that her unwavering presence by Ra’s side wasn’t voluntary but it is their true that she became his right hand out of pure skill. And flawless obedience, of course.

Then, someone new joins.

Someone with pit rage and empty eyes that goes rigid when she approaches.

Then again, most of the operatives freeze up when she walks towards them.

Her memories roar. A child.

He bowed, and her eyes followed the streak of white hair at the forefront of his skull.

She gestured at him to follow, and ignored the pitiful eyes the rest of the assassins gave to the kid- they act like her training was hard when she went easy on them (it was)- and led the kid towards the training rooms.

She knew who he was, even if her grandfather and mother didn’t think she knew.

Her… Bruce Wayne would probably appreciate his son being returned relatively sane.

But first, she had to beat the Pit out of him. Then, she could assign body guarding duties to him, in an attempt to protect him.

——

“Grandfather, I will take Damian’s punishment.”

“A whipping girl, granddaughter?” But he nodded anyways. He made Damian watch.

She kneeled and allowed the punishment. She couldn’t always protect him from Ra’s, but this she could do anytime. It’s not like she was unfamiliar with the torture. (The whip had barbs. Rusty. And they sprinkled salt.)

——

“I liked poetry….” Jason Todd tells her after a training session. “I think.”

“Sure. I’ll call you Grave, then.” Pain. But she was used to it.

He tilted his head, eyes going blank once more. She sighed. There went his memories again. (His eyes were blank and glazed. Like looking at someone you love and knowing they’re looking through you.)

——

“I would not trust her,” she says to the air, next to a Red Hood emerging from Talia al Ghul’s chambers. She could see it, the beginnings of Gotham’s new crime lord. But still, “Talia al Ghul is known for her lies.”

She pushed away from the wall. It was up to Grave if he listened. It was out of her hands now.

——

She’s twenty-five, and she’s helping Damian pack for his first meeting with Bruce Wayne.

“You must not tell him about me.” Because he’d come rushing here, and she had worked too hard to save Damian for her fool of a father to come and ruin all of that effort.

“I promise.” Her little brother said solemnly. Ukhti said it out loud, which meant it was important and she expected him to keep that promise.

The only other time he’d heard her speak was to tell him she loved him.

The reincarnation smiled and told him through their special sign language, to treat the current Robin with respect and to try his best to get the current Robin to pass down his title.

‘Robin is earned. They have different rules, over there. Try your best to learn those rules.’

Her brother was sheltered. She loved him, but he was spoilt and sheltered. Of course she was worried. Talia barely mothered him.

“I know. You do not have to remind me so often, ukhti.”

She smiled, and patted his head.

“Be safe,” she whispered. “I will miss you.”

Damian darted in for a hug. “Of course. Goodbye, sister. See you soon.”

She hoped not. It was hard enough to convince Ra’s that Damian would learn more under Bruce Wayne.

(She was locked in a small closet- like Cass- for about a week, because she brought up the idea first.)

——

She found it.

The answer to pit rage laid in an old, all but crumbling tome from Atlantis- answers “from a ghost.”

——

Bruce Wayne died. Months after Damian came to live with him. That- irritating- she sighed and worked with her mother to turn Ra’s al Ghul’s attention away from Gotham, lest he called Damian back in Bruce Wayne’s absence.

The little photographer caught grandfather’s attention. She stood vigil as he played chess with Ra’s. His interest in Damian wavered. Anticipation blurred in her veins.

She saved his friends. Her assassins. She let them go, telling them to wait for the little photographer’s plan. (Y’all miss girl had fucking bloody handprints on her pants like someone tried to grab it.)

The first few people who had an inking she might not be loyal to Ra’s… and it was them.

When her other assassins attacked Red Robin, she cut them down before they could touch him, helping him with a furious League of Spiders or whatever operative. She hated spiders.

“What…?”

“You’re a lot of trouble, little photographer.” She sighed. His jaw dropped.

“It’s you!”

“Go,” she cut him off. “Blow this place up. I left a surprise for you outside.”

——

“Owens?! Z?!” Tim trembled, exhaustion and shock and wonder hitting him at once.

“Heya, boss!” Z chirped. Owens helped Tim up while Z helped Tam. Pry walked around them, looking out for further threats. “The nightmare trainer let us go. She knew you, I think.”

Tim smiles, all shark teeth and zero hero. (In the background, the song zero to hero from Hercules 2, played in reverse.) “Tell me more.”

——

Damian grunted, bracing himself for the magical creature’s attack.

“Robin!” His father barked out, panicked. Damian hoped he’d survive-

Shhhlk!

He looked up and there stood his ukht. She bounded forwards, using the odd fauna of the magical plane to bolster her movements as she sliced the creatures apart with her swords, magic humming brightly as she cut through them… and the magicians attacking them.

“What- what are you doing here?” He asked. She greeted him, three fingers curled over her shoulder.

‘My question is,’ she signed. ‘Why were you here without a magical weapon.’

Damian sighed as father stepped in between them.

“Who are you.”

“Batman. Cease your excessive worry. I trust her with my life,” Damian snapped. He stepped around a shocked Batman, looked him in the eyes, and unsheathed his katana. He handed it over to his ukht, who took it with amusement.

‘See?’ His eyes seemed to say. Father tensed when his sister unsheathed her own blade and handed it to him.

‘Are you here for a specific reason?’ His sister signed to him.

“Uh, you gonna introduce us, little man?”

Damian sent the Flash a derisive look and ignored him.

“We’re looking for a magician. He set a squadron of demons loose into D.C. last night. He has a tower.” Damian added.

“Robin,” Father growled. “Who is this.” Damian shot him a look and turned back to his sister.

The reincarnation tilted her head. ‘Tower… it’ll have to be that way.’

“Could you take us there?” Damian asked. Truthfully, he could find the way himself. But he wanted more time around his ukht. She nodded and Damian straightened.

“I feel like we should be concerned that Robin’s friend just murdered a bunch of people.”

His sister glanced back and ignored them.

“Silence, incompetents. Speak another word against her, and Batman’s no killing rule will be applied creatively.” He hissed. (The fucking surroundings hissed with him y’all what the fuck)

He turned when his sister ruffled his hair (Superman muttered a super shocked “what the fuck.”) and Damian allowed it. He had missed his sister.

——

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˚✧ -ˋ₊˚.Even if no one else comes. ASL Brothers₊°

🍁˖ ! 𓂃Pairings: ASL Brothers x Big Sister!Reader, Father Figure!Shanks x Daughter of Consideration!Reader, Father Monkey D.Dragon x Daughter!Reader, Grandfather!Garp x Granddaughter!Leiroa ( ALL PLATONIC ) 🥛⬝ .

𓂂𓈒🚏𓈃Summary: What would it be like to be the older sister of the ASL brothers, and Luffy's older sister by blood? it would be many things but if you cared for your brothers with your soul, body and mind along with your heart it made Shanks want to protect you just like his father and grandfather and how would their reaction be when they found out that you are the keeper of eternity with a 50 Billion reward for Belly, who did horrible things but it wasn't you.

RAIDEN SHOGUN!READER

「 Time where everyone is still a child, Luffy 7 years old, Ace and Sabo 10 years old and Reader 13 years old」

⤑ Well, as you grew up caring for and protecting Luffy from everyone your biological father, Garp and Shanks got to know you first than everyone else

⤑ When Luffy wanted to prove his courage to Shanks and sent the knife in his face we say that you were like this: 🤨😐 to Shanks and when Makino took care of Luffy's wound Shanks was distracted and then you... hit him with a big slap doing his head hurt at least all day and he said that if he did shit to his little brother there would only be the straw hat left as the rest of him

⤑ After that day Shanks realized how you were the mother figure to Luffy and how you protected him with body and soul, from that day Shanks started to respect you as a real mother to Luffy and took care of you like a daughter in that moment he saw how you I wanted to have parents to support but I didn't

⤑ Dad Shanks springs into action! Luffy and Uta love you along with the crew since you were the oldest there and with the greatest sense and that was funny all of the redhead's crew besides him were surprised at your maturity compared to your age

⤑ When the redhead teased you, you just looked at him like this: 🤨 ( Side Eye ) and he looked at you like this: 😗 ( Sweet daughter )

⤑ When Luffy was caught you literally shed your blood to save him and even Redhead's crew had to stop you from going after him just so you wouldn't get hurt anymore, in short Shanks gave the straw hat to Luffy and to you the mission of take care of your brother

⤑ ( Shanks sees you as his little eldest daughter and he loves you, plus he cried when you called him dad for the first time, hush friend )

⤑ Well now going to Ace and Sabo, they admire you a lot Sabo maybe admit it but Ace will never admit it

⤑ You are the mother figure of the three and period! being the eldest of the three you help Dadan with these devil miniatures, she thinks you are an angel who helps her every single day

⤑ It doesn't matter to you if Ace was the son of the former king of pirates Gold D. Roger to you he was Monkey D. Ace your other little brother! along with Sabo and Luffy

⤑ Do you still remember when you fought with Ace and he said he hated you and you just replied that you didn't hate him and that you loved him, poor thing he stood still trying to process that you even added that since that day they met he was your brother and you took care of your family

⤑ One of the best times for the three of you was when you made a bonfire and huddled together while you read stories or created to amuse or frighten them, but one thing they loved beyond that was watching the stars and moon with you or your hugs

⤑ When you made a promise to sail you said that you would be the last one to take care of them and not leave Luffy alone

⤑ The three are protective of you no matter what or who this is pure truth!

⤑ The three are protective of you no matter what or who this is pure truth!

「 The day you became Raiden Shogun or known as Raiden [name]」

⤑ Everything happened so fast for you, seeing that woman with purple hair staring at you as she said: I found you

⤑ She wanted a host and you wanted to protect her brothers and sisters, it was an unfair exchange, she didn't keep the deal and that resulted in it and all that

⤑ Trapped in that empty time with no one just meditating as she took your body to Inazuma and pretended it was you

⤑ No matter how many times you wanted to fight there was no escape

⤑ One of the only times you broke her conscience was to save Ace and kill that damn man who wanted to hurt her brothers

⤑ Boy, you destroyed almost everything making everyone impressed but soon Raiden came back to consciousness and took you back to Inazuma and you couldn't even talk to anyone

⤑ In the end, for this to never happen again, she tied you with the strings of memories and imprisoned you again, leaving you alone

⤑ In the end, for this to never happen again, she tied you with the strings of memories and imprisoned you again, leaving you alone 「Current time, everyone is alive」

⤑ Congratulations my little grasshopper you have the highest bounty ever with 50 Billion Belly making everyone amazed

⤑ Shanks wanted to congratulate you your granddaughter reached that level but realized it wasn't you, there was no way you could be as cruel as that woman everyone called Raiden [name]

⤑ All of these ( Luffy, Sabo, Ace, Garp ) had the same impression of Shanks, Ace almost jumped off Whitebeard's crew ship just to go to Inazuma to confirm that, poor Whitebeard had to hold Ace for him not to go, O Ace's captain was also shocked by this because the stories Ace told about you to him, you seemed like a kind and innocent girl who didn't kill anyone who went against you

⤑ Little Luffy couldn't believe those lies dirty from you! The whole crew had to hold him back so he wouldn't go looking for you, they tried to convince Luffy that you changed but he didn't believe he would never believe!

⤑ Now when Sabo saw this he was in disbelief! how could a sister who took care of him like a mother do that!? He then showed it to his father and even Monkey D. Dragon was amazed that his beloved daughter had turned into a monster

.⤑ Everyone went to Inazuma to see if this was true until Luffy found Shanks but he wouldn't return the hat the reason they went there was to save his sister! (ASL brothers and their daughter for Shanks and Dragon)

⤑ After a lot of fighting I mean a lot of fighting!, you managed to get out of that damn control of Raiden and realized what you did, you thought everyone would leave you for doing that they did instead Shanks put you lying on his lap like he used to do when you you were a child, Luffy, Ace de Sabo ran to hug you saying they loved you

⤑ At the end of it all you became an honest and kind person unlike Raiden but you were very strong and ended up becoming a Yonko ( papa Shanks and pirate brothers are proud! ) and they made a feast but each on their ship

⤑ You became known as various titles but it didn't bother your father (Shanks and Dragon) or your brothers or grandpa Garp they were proud of how you cared and how you were Raiden [name]

[bsof-maarav]

Three grandchildren of elderly hostages Chaim Peri, Alex Danzig and Shlomo Mansour speak to the press about their grandfathers and the impossibility of celebrating Passover without them. There can’t be a Seder without her grandfather, Alex Danzig, said Talya Danzig, 18, whose 75-year-old grandfather suffers from heart disease. He was taken hostage from Kibbutz Nir Oz. “He leads the show and tells the stories and the jokes,” says Danzig. “It’s called the Seder, but it won’t have any order,” added Danzig, referring to the Hebrew meaning of seder. Noam Safir, granddaughter of 86-year-old Mansour, the eldest hostage, who was taken hostage from Kibbutz Kissufim, tells about her Iraqi-born grandfather’s early years, when his family was caught in the Farhud massacre, in which Jews were killed, raped, tortured, kidnapped and assaulted, their homes and stores looted and burned. “He hid on a roof and cried,” says Safir. “He went through a second Holocaust on October 7.” Safir said his Passover “won’t be the same as previous years, it’s less of a celebration and more of marking the holiday.”

[stuckyhahaha]

The aisle

Before Lucemond wedding.

Daemon, Viserys, Corlys and Jace were debating who could walk Luke down the aisle:

***

Viserys: Luke is my favourite grandson and he looks so much like my Aemma, i will be headed anyone who try to steal this joy from me, besides, I am the king, no one has more grace than me.

Jace: but you are also the groom’s father, you can’t be both grandpa.

Viserys: can’t Aemond walks down there by himself?

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Corlys: his father was my son, in fact not only Lucerys, I am going to walk every single one of my grandchildren down that aisle and no one say yes until I nodded.

Daemon: your granddaughters still have a father in case you forgot.

Jace: you’ve already walked with me and you can walk Joffrey later grandpa, save Luke for others.

***

Daemon: It should be me, I am his current father.

Jace: only a STEP-father.

Daemon: so?

Jace: you can’t beat Aemond there you know that right?

Daemon: damn where is the fun?

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Jace: I am his eldest brother and I inherited this privilege from my dad Laenor so I am the true candidate to hold Luke’s arm on his wedding day.

Aegon: Well if you are gone with your brother, then who can stop our daughter from running to little Aegon and climb up to his lap?

Jace: you, since you are her sire.

Aegon: Well if you are gone with your brother, then who can stop me to shout out filthy comments in public?

Jace: I will mute you myself.

***

Luke who listened to the whole argument: 😅 thanks but no to all of you, I already have my decision made.

Everyone: WHO is he?

Luke: 🤫

***

At the wedding.

Daemon, Viserys, Corlys and Jace were standing around Aemond and watching the bride walks in with his arm wrapped around his very own mother, they stopped before the groom and Rhaenyra kissed her son three times before letting him go.

Rhaenyra, laughing at four pairs of jealous eyes: maybe he has more than one father and grandfather, but I am always his one and only mother, don’t forget about that.

***

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Joffrey: can’t we just run away and marry in private?

Daeron: yea that’s better, let’s go.

***

[warwickroyals]

Sunderland's Royal Jewel Vault (11/∞) ♛

↬ Princess Jacqueline's Emerald Cartier Tiara

This diamond and emerald tiara, set in platinum, is an oddity with its thin frame and looping elements. It was made by Cartier in 1956, reportedly commissioned by Jacqueline's grandfather King James II for his wife Queen Katherine on the occasion of their 15th wedding anniversary. When compared to other tiaras of the era, this one stands out as unconventional, something that was intentional on the king's behalf. According to his biographer, James II wanted to create a piece of jewelry that perfectly captured the thirty-five-year-old queen's essence: slender, delightfully loopy, and easy to bend. This tiara encapsulated the playfully derisive relationship Kitty and Jim had for most of their married life. The tiara was never Katherine's favourite and she was photographed in it sparsely, usually at the charity galas performances she attended throughout the early 1960s. When James II died in late 1970, Katherine retired the tiara for good. The tiara came into use again in 1993, when Queen Katherine offered it to her eldest granddaughter, Princess Jacqueline, as an 18th birthday present. Jacqueline, known for her expensive tastes, had other pieces of jewelry commissioned to complement the tiara, including a pair of earrings set with emeralds, a brooch arc deco style brooch, and a pearl and emerald necklace. The tiara was also altered for a rounder look. Over the course of 30 years, Jacqueline has worn the tiara to galas, state banquets, and international visits. The once-neglected and unconventional tiara has now become Princess Jacque's old reliable.

[areyoudreaminof]

A Symphony of Crickets

Late at night, Lucien talks with his infant daughter and reflects on his newfound family. @lucienweekofficial Day 5: Family

“Bah! Bah bah bah!”

Resting on his upturned knees, the fat, red headed baby stared back at Lucien with the same russet eyes he had.

His daughter.

“Bah awah!” She squealed, her eyes wide, her fat little legs kicking every which way.

“It’s too late for that little cricket! We need to sleep.” he laughed, kissing her small, chubby fists.

The clock had just struck midnight, Elain had dozed off next to him in their bed after nursing their daughter. But the little girl didn’t want to sleep, oh no, she took after her grandfather in that respect. She refused to sleep at night, she wanted to play and talk. She chirped and babbled like a cricket as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon. So, in the dim Fae lights, listening to the soft nocturnal noise outside, Lucien talked with his daughter.

“Did you have fun with Uncle Eris today, little cricket? He brought you more toys than you need.” he laughed softly as she squealed in agreement.

Six months had flown by, she was happy and lively and Lucien couldn’t believe he had helped make her, that she was a part of him. Her skin was golden and soft, red hair sat on her head in a thicket of curls. His own russet eyes stared back at him, rimmed with thick brown lashes but she had Elain’s nose and rosebud lips. She even had the same dimples on both cheeks. The healers said she’d be petite like her mother. Beneath her new baby sent, she smelled of honeysuckles and fresh grass, something so uniquely her.

They had not expected a child so quickly, certainly not after Koschei and the lake, and not after finding out that Helion was his true father and being declared as the heir to the Day Court. Elain and Lucien had been thrust from one change to another in such rapid succession that it felt like a dream, half expecting they’d wake up back at the manor again. They’d only accepted their bond a few months before they faced Koschei and they had just been happy to survive that ordeal. They had never expected all of this.

He and Elain had expressed their fears to each other throughout the entire pregnancy. Elain did not want to be as neglectful and cold as her own mother, and Lucien’s blood ran cold thinking of how Beron treated him. Would he have had this fear if he had been raised by Helion? He knew he would never, could never treat any child like Beron had treated him, but the fear still whispered in his ear late at night, on the edge of sleep.

Then, on a warm spring morning, she was born, screaming and healthy. Her arrival came with the dawn, the sun's rays seeming to stretch just for her. The world stopped as the healer placed his daughter in his arms for the first time. Another golden thread wrapped around his heart, a thread old and ancient. In that moment, Lucien knew he would be, that he was better than Beron. He could be the father he always wanted and he would never, ever let his daughter feel unloved for a moment. He and Elain had done a very good job of it so far, he thought. Despite her fears, Elain took to motherhood as easy as breathing. And Lucien felt so much peace and love amidst the sleepless nights. He had a family. A mate and a child, he had a father that claimed him, and his mother was here. He even had his eldest brother again.

In a strange way, his daughter had brought them all together.

Helion had sobbed when he held her for the first time. The High Lord of Day, his father, had expressed his own regret and loss for not knowing of Lucien’s true connection to him, but the beginning of their relationship was awkward as his son was now a grown male. But Helion swore he would not miss a moment for his granddaughter. He had wanted to throw the biggest party the Day Court had ever seen, but Lucien and Elain declined, simply wanting their daughter to be with her grandfather, without the pomp and circumstance.

No, Feyre, Rhys and the entire Inner Circle had brought their own pomp and circumstance for their new niece and cousin. Nyx refused to let anyone else hold the baby when he was around. “She’s my baby!” The toddler had hissed at anyone who walked by. Feyre and Nesta bawled and bickered over her, while Cassian swooped in and stole the little bundle from their arms at random. And Rhys, the High Lord of the Night Court, had spared no expense at providing his new niece with the most elaborate cradle of pine, carved with foxes chasing the sun. Mor had supplied a very frilly and pink wardrobe for the first year. “Oh, a little girl!” She had sighed, as she clapped her red lacquered nails together. Even Azriel had come, presenting a small, soft floral blanket with little rabbits and foxes running through the stems.

Jurian and Vassa, far off as Queen and General Regent of Scythia could not come, due to Vassa being far into her own pregnancy, but they wrote and promised to see each other again as soon as they were able. Lucien missed his old Band of Exiles, and he and Elain were desperate to meet their son, Altan and introduce their daughter to her human family.

Eris came alone when she was a week old. He left his new High Lord duties behind at the Forest House. Lucien had not seen him since the lake, when Eris struck down Beron in the throws of that final bloody battle at dawn. His stoic and cold older brother wept silently when the little babe opened her eyes and curled her small hand around his pale finger. “He lost Lucien,” Eris had said as he stared into her open eyes, “He doesn’t get her. He doesn’t get us anymore. He will never corrupt her.” Eris had come every week since, just to hold her, talk to her, and now as she grew, play with her. Today, he had walked her around the gardens, “I had a very terrible meeting with the courtiers today, dearest.” Lucien had heard him say to the baby, as she cooed and babbled in sympathy. He had officially announced her birth at court, giving his daughter full Autumn citizenship, much to everyone’s shock.

But it was when he presented the baby to his mother, placing her first grandchild in her arms and telling her he and Elain had named the babe for the sister she had lost so long ago, Mathilde, that Lucien felt the weight of the world off his shoulders. His mother’s face, closed off for so long, opened in a way Lucien had never seen. Lucien could not recall his mother smiling in quite the same way before. “She is perfect.” His mother had whispered, “Just perfect.” Now, his mother officially lived at the palace, finally able to accept her bond with Helion, living the peaceful life she had always deserved.

Next to him, Elain stirred. “Is she still awake?” she asked sluggishly, “She can’t still be hungry.”

“No, our little cricket was just telling me all about the Autumn Court secrets Uncle Eris shared with her.” Lucien said as he tickled her fat little tummy, delighting in the deep belly laugh she unleashed.

“Cricket, huh? I really like that.” Elain mused as she snuggled closer into Lucien, and swept back Mathilde’s curls. “It suits her.”

“Are you Cricket then, my darling?” Lucien asked. The baby babbled in a reply, “Well, I think that settles it. Now, if you can say Papa, we can sleep!” Lucien wanted to be Papa, not Father, a title so stiff and formal. Likewise Elain preferred Mama, and they had taken bets of who would get that first word.

“Hmmm, you keep telling yourself that, Lucien. Ma-Ma.” Elain said, emphasizing the m as Cricket stared at her with a wide eyed expression. Lucien grasped her chubby legs, getting her attention. “Pa-Pa, Cricket! Pa-Pa.”

“Pah-bah!”

His heart stopped at first, then rapidly began to beat. He heard Elain gasp, before he heard it again.

“Pah-bah! Pah-bah!” Cricket sang as she smiled and waved her limbs around. “Pah-bah!”

Lucien felt the tears stream down his cheeks before he registered he was crying. Sweeping his daughter up, he and Elain kissed her over and over again. Defeating a death god, escaping his brothers, being thrown out of home and land, Lucien forgot it all. No old guilt and anxiety festered deep in the corners of his thoughts. No memories sought to poison his happiness. No, it was pure joy Lucien felt the moment he heard his daughter say Papa with recognition and delight in her eyes.

Lucien only knew he was here with his mate, who loved him, and his daughter who knew him.

His Elain and his little Cricket.

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[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Hey Hey hey! Yujiro, Jack, Baki and Hanayama, BUT. . . They are traditional Onis from the Japanese folklore 👀

En lo profundo de la montaña / Deep in the mountain.

~Palabras / Words~ 1k

It is often whispered that in the high mountains of Japan there are monstrous creatures, mischievous entities that enjoy tormenting people who are unlucky enough to get lost on mountain trails. Demons similar to enormous beasts with fangs like daggers, mountains for muscles and horns majestic like a crown, but terrifying like enormous spears.

It may sound like a legend invented to keep people away from the mountains, to prevent hikers from getting lost or having fatal accidents, but there is simply something that can disturb you about the religiosity with which this legend is maintained; as if it were not a story, if not, a warning.

They warned you a lot, all those kind old people who seemed so concerned when you expressed that your destiny was in the mountains. The worried look on their faces made you endeared, but it was also disturbing how they believed, so fervently, that if you weren't careful you would end up running into those terrifying creatures. However, you couldn't turn back now. Your grandfather, a self-proclaimed hermit in his eighties, lived at the top of the mountain, and it was your responsibility as the eldest grandson/granddaughter to take care of his health now that your father is gone, as well as supplying him with provisions for up to a month.

You belong to a very close-knit and somewhat traditional family, you couldn't even think of turning your back on your grandfather, even if he wants that. Your father went up the mountain every month, cleaned your grandfather's house, showed him respect and came back down, every month without fail. Now it was your turn.

You carried the provisions on your back, duly packed and sealed, setting off towards the mountain when the birds were still waking up and singing in the morning. The paths were lonely, but full of vegetation, an unmistakable sign of the little traffic that there was in that area, the view was simply beautiful; You don't remember the last time you saw a green as bright as the color of the trees that stood and covered the ground.

You kept up the pace of your walk as you reflected, remembering all the warnings and good wishes from the people who lived at the base of the mountain. They talked about the oni and how aggressive they were, that you shouldn't leave the trail for anything and that you shouldn't stop at anything. They mentioned that there were some who walked around these parts more frequently, their names and how you could identify them.

When they told you about Baki they told you to be careful, although he was the calmest among the four oni in the area, the reddish color of his skin still betrayed his greedy nature. Despite his otherworldly and monstrous appearance, it was comforting to look at him, his smooth features a little more striking than his rough fangs and horns that stood out from his short tangle of hair. It would be lucky to run into him when you are lost, he is usually in a good mood, so if you can give him some interest, he will be willing to help you get off the mountain unscathed.

Both Jack and Kaoru can be unpredictable, although they are not very problematic, but they are not completely neutral either.

Jack is a tall oni, you could mistake him for a building if you forgot that you were in the forest, the reddish tone of his skin also denotes a certain greed, but he does not seem to follow these instincts unless he is in the presence of the blue oni. Jack shows very little interest in the travelers, almost ignoring their insignificant presence if he is in a good mood; If he's upset, well, it's easy to imagine what such a large, powerful creature could do to a tiny human who scream and struggles in vain against him.

Kaoru is not very different from Jack, his reddish skin marked by multiple wounds shows that he is a creature to be feared, that he is no stranger to battles and that he is capable of resisting a lot. No one wants to be a prisoner of his enormous hands, gigantic prisons that would end the life of anyone. Not many incidents have been heard involving Kaoru, but everyone who has gone on his hunt never returns. He is more selfless than Jack when it comes to human presence, but his calmness does not guarantee safety.

And finally, the blue oni, Yujiro. He is angry and confrontational in nature, the presence of people is repulsive to him and there is no chance of turning out well if you end up in front of him. Many of the incidents on the mountain are his work. They say that his eyes shine a crimson red in the middle of the darkness of the night, you won't be able to confuse them with anything, because once you notice them it will be too late. There is no way to reason with him, there is only one way to go with him; run away, the problem is that nothing guarantees your survival. No matter how fast you run or how much advantage you think you have, he will catch you.

You didn't quite believe in that, but inside you… Deep inside you, there was a little voice that begged heaven for your path to be safe and away from any problematic entity that would disturb the rhythm of your walk.

The sound of footsteps caught your attention, you would swear they were footsteps. You were sure. The birds moved and took flight, fleeing, small, harmless animals ran a few meters away from you, fleeing, and if it weren't something intangible you would assume that the breeze blowing against your face was also fleeing.

You froze when you noticed a large silhouette among the trees, from your place, you were unable to make out anything other than its large size and unusual height, it was certain that it was not a human. Your mind thought of every possibility; A bear… A oni. Bear or Oni, you couldn't face them, you had to get away before they noticed you, but it was difficult to look away thanks to the fear you felt at the thought of losing them from your field of vision.

You backed away slowly without looking away, which made you not notice the unevenness in the path, you fell with a scream of surprise and when you recovered you could notice that the great shadow was looking at you with luminescent eyes. You froze in place as a clawed hand emerged from the darkness to make its way through the trees that blocked its path, your mind hazy and your throat dry from the long gasps of fear…

… You really would have preferred a bear.

[Open ending to let you choose the ending you prefer, and I don't know, maybe I can write continuations with each character (Baki, Jack, Kaoru or Yujiro)]

Versión es español.

Se suele murmurar que en las altas montañas de Japón existe criaturas monstruosas, traviesas entidades que disfrutan al atormentar a las personas que tienen la mala suerte de perderse en los senderos montañosos. Demonios similares a enormes bestias con colmillos como dagas, montañas por músculos y cuernos majestuosos como una corona, pero atemorizantes como enormes lanzas.

Puede sonar como una leyenda inventada para mantener a las personas lejos de las montañas, para evitar que los senderistas sigan perdiéndose o teniendo accidentes fatales, pero simplemente hay algo que puede perturbarte por la religiosidad con la que se mantiene esta leyenda; como si no fuera un cuento, si no, una advertencia.

Te lo advirtieron mucho, todos esos amables ancianos que se mostraban tan preocupados cuando expresabas que tu destino estaba en las montañas. La mirada preocupada en sus rostros te daba ternura, pero también era inquietante la forma en que creían, tan fervientemente que si no tenías cuidado terminarías topándote con esas aterradoras criaturas. Sin embargo, no podías retroceder ahora. Tu abuelo, un autoproclamado ermitaño de unos ochenta y tantos años, vivía en la cima de la montaña y era tu responsabilidad como hijo mayor el cuidar de su salud ahora que tu padre se ha ido, además de abastecerlo de provisiones hasta el mes siguiente.

Perteneces a una familia muy unida y algo tradicional, ni siquiera podrías pensar en darle la espalda a tu abuelo, aunque él quiera eso. Tu padre subía cada mes a la montaña, limpiaba la casa de tu abuelo, le mostraba respeto y volvía a bajar, cada mes sin falta. Ahora era tu turno.

Cargaste las provisiones a la espalda, debidamente empacadas y selladas, emprendiendo camino hacia la montaña cuando todavía las aves se despertaban y cantaban por la mañana. Los senderos eran solitarios, pero repletos de vegetación, una señal inconfundible del poco tránsito que había en esa zona, la vista era simplemente hermosa; no recuerdas la última vez en que viste un verde tan brillante como lo era el color de los árboles que se alzaban y arropaban el suelo.

Mantuviste el ritmo de tu caminata mientras reflexionabas, recordando todas las advertencias y buenos deseos de las personas que vivían en la base de la montaña. Hablaban sobre los onis y sobre lo agresivos que eran, que no debías salir del sendero por nada y que no te detuvieras ante nada. Mencionaron que había algunos que se paseaban con mayor frecuencia por estos lares, sus nombres y como podrías identificarlos.

Cuando te hablaron de Baki te dijeron que tuvieras cuidado, si bien era el más tranquilo entre los cuatro onis de la zona, el color rojizo de su piel seguía delatando su codiciosa naturaleza. A pesar de su apariencia sobrenatural y monstruosa, era reconfortante mirarlo, sus facciones suaves eran un poco más llamativas que sus toscos colmillos y los cuernos que resaltaban por su corta maraña de pelo. Sería una suerte el toparse con él cuando estás perdido, usualmente está de buen humor, así que, si puedes darle algo de interés, estará dispuesto a ayudarte a salir de la montaña ileso.

Tanto Jack como Kaoru pueden ser impredecibles, si bien, no son muy problemáticos, pero tampoco son completamente neutrales.

Jack es un oni de gran altura, podrías confundirlo con un edificio si olvidaras que te encuentras en el bosque, el tono rojizo de su piel también denota cierta avaricia, pero no parece seguir dichos instintos a menos que se encuentre en presencia del oni azul. Jack muestra muy poco interés en los viajeros, casi ignorando su insignificante presencia si está de buen humor; Si está molesto, bueno, es fácil intuir lo que una criatura tan grande y poderosa podría hacerle a un pequeño humano que grita y lucha en vano contra él.

Kaoru no es muy diferente a Jack, su piel rojiza marcada por múltiples heridas muestran que es una criatura de temer, que no es ajeno a las batallas y que es capaz de resistir mucho. Nadie quiera ser presa de sus enormes manos, gigantescas prisiones que acabarían con la vida de quien sea. No se ha escuchado muchos incidentes que involucren a Kaoru, pero toda persona que ha ido en su casería jamás regresan. Es más desinteresado que Jack cuando se trata de la presencia humana, pero su tranquilidad no garantiza seguridad.

Y por último, el oni de color azul, Yujiro. Es de naturaleza iracunda y conflictiva, la presencia de la gente es repulsiva para él y no hay oportunidad de salir bien si terminas frente a él. Muchos de los incidentes de la montaña son obra suya. Dicen que sus ojos brillan en un rojo carmesí en medio de la oscuridad de la noche, no podrás confundirlos con nada, porque una vez que los notas ya será demasiado tarde. No hay forma de razonar con él, solo hay un camino a seguir con él; huir, el problema radica en que nada te garantiza sobrevivir. Sin importar que tan rápido corras o cuanta ventaja creas tener, él te atrapara.

No terminaste de creer en eso, pero dentro de ti… Muy dentro de ti, había una vocecita que rogaba al cielo porque tu camino sea seguro y alejado de cualquier entidad problemática que perturbe el ritmo de tu andar.

El ruido de pasos llamo tu atención, jurarías que fueron pasos. Estabas seguro. Las aves se movieron y emprendieron vuelo, huyendo, pequeños e inofensivos animales corrían a unos metros lejos de ti, huyendo, y si no se tratase de algo intangible darías por hecho que la brisa que soplaba contra tu rostro también estaba huyendo.

Te congelaste cuando notaste una silueta grande entre los árboles, desde tu lugar eras incapaz de distinguir algo más que su gran tamaño e inusual altura, era seguro que no era un humano. Tu mente pensó en cada posibilidad; un oso… Un oni. Oso u Oni, no podrías hacerle frente, debías alejarte antes de que te notara, pero era difícil apartar la mirada gracias al miedo que sentías al pensar en perderlo de tu campo de visión.

Retrocediste lentamente sin apartar la mirada, lo que hizo que no notaras el desnivel en el sendero, caíste con un grito de sorpresa y cuando te recuperaste pudiste notar que la gran sombre te miraba con ojos luminiscentes. Te congelaste en tu sitio cuando una mano con garras salió de la oscuridad para abrirse camino entre los árboles que bloqueaban su paso, tu mente estaba confusa y tu garganta se secó por los largos jadeos que te provocaba el miedo…

… Realmente hubieras preferido un oso.

[Final abierto para dejar que escojas el final que prefieras, y no sé, quizá pueda escribir continuaciones con cada personaje (Baki, Jack, Kaoru o Yujiro)]

[thesunfyre4446]

Rhaenys vs Rhaenyra vs aegon

Who has the strongest claim and why?

okay, so first of all, in this post i'm going to talk about rhaenys, rhaenyra and aegon's claims - not who they are as people!

i know we give viserys a lot of sh*t for his role in creating the dance - and rightfully so! - but actually the problem didn't start with him. it goes wayy back to aegon i.

aegon i married visenya to secure dragonstone. but why would he have to do that? he is the eldest son, the heir. from this , we can assume that the targs don't follow the "son before daughter" law like other westerosi houses, and just marries the eldest son to the eldest daughter and have them rule together.

we have further proof of that during jaehaerys reign, when alysanne claims their eldest daughter daenerys should be their heir, and jaehaerys (who cleary wants aemon to be his heir) calms her down by saying it doesn't matter, because daenerys and aemon will be married anyway and rule together .

so the targ succession is a mess, there are no clear rules.

so jaehaerys, wanting to prevent a civil war but also wanting viserys to be his heir, gathered the great council. he knows that the other houses follow the son before daughter law (grandson before granddaughter?) so if he'll let them chose - they'll def chose viserys. and they did. jaehaerys wanted to set a precedence, son before daughter.

and we do know viserys had every intention of following his grandfather's footsteps. rhaenyra was not named heir, no one claimed she should be named heir (like alysanne did for daenerys) and it looked like the targs fully accepted the sons before daughters rule.

until viserys named rhaenyra his heir.

while there is precedence, the targs never officially followed the law, and viserys made an already messy situation 100 times messier. he changed his mind 10 years into his reign, abandoned the precedence set by jaehaerys - the same precedence that put him on his throne in the first place!!! and wanted rhaenyra to be his heir.

but wait, if the eldest is the heir, then rhaenys has a stronger claim than viserys. (eldest should inherit = rhaenys over viserys, rhaenyra over aegon)

but viserys is king, so it's male before female. (aegon before rhaenyra)

but there are no clear inheritance law. = a huge mess.

by having a son, and choosing not to marry him to rhaenyra like the old targs did, viserys created a massive succession crisis. caused by lack of any actual rules.

so, who has the stronger claim? i honestly don't know. if viserys claims eldest should inherit, than rhaenys is the rightful queen and he is a usurper, but viserys is still the king, even though he is younger, so his younger son should inherit before his eldest daughter. it's a mess lol

[aquarii-if]

The gods of Aquarii and Chronos have ruled for billions of years. (Psst! You can take this quiz to find out which god parent you should choose!)

Delano, The God of Time- Delano is the father of all the gods and goddesses, except for Celeste, who is his granddaughter. Nobody knows how Delano came to be, it's just accepted that one day he appeared on Aquarii and decided to create the Mitans. Delano is beloved by the Mitans for his laid-back personality, and being one of the only gods who can actually take a joke. For some reason, Delano decided to give his demigod children clocks for pupils. The hands actually move. Being a father of ten other gods, and a grandfather, Delano is pretty much the perfect dad. He's supportive and caring, but strict when he needs to be. Delano values independence, so he expects his children to be able to complete tasks and challenge themselves without his help, but he'll still be there to protect them if they find themselves in a situation where they can't save themselves. He wants them to be strong, but also smart, don't overexert yourself.

Aquila, The Goddess of Water- Aquila is the eldest of all the gods and goddesses. Delano decided that Aquarii needed a planet, and used a couple of meteors with H2O in them to create a planet entirely made of water. The ocean then began to create a large whirlpool, and Delano used this whirlpool to create Aquila. Aquila is known to be very unpredictable, which causes Aquarii's oceans to be quite dangerous. At one point of the day, the water may be calm and gentle, but in a single instance, it can turn aggressive and furious. However, Aquila is known to be a very kind and supportive mother, so long as her children remain respectful to her. Similarly to how a single wave can throw a surfer off balance, one disrespectful move toward Aquila, and her child can be sent into a world of punishment. Aquila likes to turn her children's pupils into the ocean, their eyes tend to be dark blue with waves gently moving across the water, and you can even see the white seafoam in their eyes.

Mahina, The Goddess of Death- It's quite strange to see that the goddess of death came before the goddess of life, but Mahina has always liked to make her own rules. While Delano was distracted and attempting to create another planet in Aquarii, he wasn't able to stop a meteor from coming in and destroying the planet he created for Aquila. As the waters of the planet completely burned over and the planet exploded, a woman appeared. She giggled at the destruction and demanded that Delano do it again. Originally, Mahina was the goddess of misfortune, but she later switched her position to be the goddess of death when Alula created Mitans. Mahina is an impatient, selfish, and overall terrible person to be around, but she's even worse than her own children. She's known to be quite neglectful and abusive towards them and mostly sees them as weapons and servants to her cause rather than actual people. If they show even a hint of emotion in her presence, she writes them off as weak and practically abandons them until she finds another use for them. Children of Mahina tend to have small black cracks in their skin, and their scleras and pupils are turned completely black.

Aurora, The Goddess of Love and Beauty- Similarly to Mahina, many find it strange that the goddess of love came before the goddess of life. But even gods can feel love and want to be beautiful. Originally, the gods did not have bodies, they were just atoms floating around through space. Delano wanted to feel the ocean, so he decided to attempt to create a form that could feel. His first form can only be described as monstrous, but it was his, and he thought it was beautiful. These emotions caused Aurora to form, and she complimented Delano's form and caused Delano to experience love toward himself. Aurora is known to be an excitable and happy goddess, she adores the Mitans and wants them all to live long lives full of love and beauty. She doesn't believe there is such thing as 'ugly', and can find beauty in practically anything. She's also known to be quite a good mother to her children but can be a bit of a pushover as well.

Alula, The Goddess of Life- It didn't take long for the four gods before Alula began to feel lonely. Delano decided he wanted to create a species that weren't gods, but a species he could take care of. These feelings caused Alula to appear, and she said that she could help him. She caused some islands to appear from under the waves and began to grow trees and other plants on these islands, before she used the land, the water, and the stars to create the Mitans. Similarly to Aurora, Alula cares deeply for her Mitans. She does her best to keep the galaxy healthy and alive and takes care of the Mitans to make sure they live long healthy lives. However, she does have a bias towards her children, who she tends to spoil with an abundance of food and herbs for them to stay alive longer than the average Mitan. But she doesn't do this for nothing, she expects that her children use their powers to help others, and she's known to offer harsh punishments to her children who use their powers for evil.

Ida, The Goddess of Wisdom and Curiosity- Of course, Mitans wouldn't have lasted long without some kind of intelligence, but Delano also wanted them to be independent. He had the Mitans become curious creatures and encouraged them to explore the world to satiate these curiosities. While the Mitans were searching through a forest and discovering the other forms of life there, Ida came and guided them to a clearing that was the perfect land to begin building a civilization. Ida is stoic and withdrawn, preferring to keep to herself. She's not very interactive with Mitans or the other gods, but she is still known to be helpful when it comes to the evolution of Mitans. She's been a great asset to Mitan space travel. Ida is not the most emotionally supportive parent when it comes to her children, but she isn't against emotion like Mahina is, she just isn't good at comforting people. She's quite supportive of her children's personal endeavors and will help lead them on the right path of whatever they wish to accomplish. She believes there are many different forms of intelligence, and whether her children want to be scientists, artists, or warriors, she's right there by their side.

Cielo, The God of Creativity- The Mitans quickly grew bored with the geometric shapes of the world and the many mathematical problems they had to solve just to make a tent. They had creative abilities and wanted a way to demonstrate them. Delano gave them the idea of using the tree sap they used to make syrup and glue to make something they could write on and to use the charcoal for fire as a writing utensil. The Mitans began writing many stories, creating music, and even drawing on this newfound invention. As they did, they heard some music playing from the forest, and there they found Cielo, playing a tune using a stick he carved into a flute. Cielo is a very carefree god who prefers to have fun and play with Mitans rather than attempt to rule over them. Out of the twelve, Cielo is the favorite. Cielo's children tend to have healing powers and can heal others just by playing a simple tune. Cielo encourages his children to be kind and to dream big, along with doing everything they can to achieve these dreams.

Sirius, The God of War- It wasn't long before the Mitans began to see their differences. Originally, these differences were welcomed and encouraged. The Mitans used their differences to further civilization and evolution. But of course, different people tend to butt heads all the time, and that's exactly what happened with the Mitans. Two groups of Mitans began to fight more and more, and eventually, they began to get physical. Another group of Mitans stopped them before anyone got hurt, but they suddenly heard loud clapping. When they turned, Sirius was sitting nearby, encouraging them to keep going. When Sirius was younger, he encouraged Mitans to fight more and even stated that differences shouldn't be welcomed and should be challenged, because everyone should strive to be normal. But over time, he matured and realized that he actually didn't want them to fight. He doesn't encourage peace, though, and he believes that sometimes people have to fight to get along and that fighting can actually help you learn more about someone. Sirius loves his children but has high expectations for them. He expects them to be strong and stick up for themselves, however, he's still kind to his children who lack self-esteem, and he tries to help them build their confidence. Still, he doesn't like slackers or self-pity, he always expects his children to strive to be better.

Anatole, The God of Seasons- At the beginning of Aquarii, the weather was known to be a disaster. Control of the weather was shared between Aquila, Alula, Delano, and Sirius. All four have very conflicting personalities and opinions, which caused them to fight using the weather. Aquila didn't see anything wrong with it raining all the time, while Alula didn't want it to rain because the Mitans couldn't build their civilizations and couldn't protect themselves from her hurricanes. Sirius also didn't like the rain because he couldn't make it hot enough, while Delano didn't want the weather to be too rainy or too sunny, just calm. Alula then would argue that it wasn't challenging enough for the Mitans to just have calm weather all of the time. The excessive change of the weather every day was so intense that the four accidentally caused a flood. When the flood was over, Anatole was protecting the Mitans and a rainbow appeared over their small village. Anatole used to adore the Mitans, the same way Cielo and Alula did. But a couple thousand years ago, he randomly disappeared, and nobody has seen him since. The only reason the Mitans even know he's still alive is because their weather is still normal and predictable, which means Sirius, Aquila, Delano, and Alula still don't have control of it. Anatole has never had any demigod children, so nobody really knows how he would treat them, or even what kind of powers they would have.

Soleil, The God of Emotion- Technically speaking, Soleil and Anatole are twins. Just seconds after the gods and Mitans saw Anatole, Soleil appeared from behind him. Originally, Soleil didn't have a purpose, as his godhood wasn't very obvious when he first appeared. But Delano thought his reactions to things like artwork, the Mitans fighting, the Mitans falling in love, and his extreme empathy towards others were unusual. So Delano appointed him as the god of emotion, and he fit into his role perfectly. Soleil is very hard to predict, one minute he's happy and joyful and bringing hope and love to Aquarii, and the next he's pissed off and causing the gods and the Mitans to fight and wreak havoc on one another. Nobody really knows what makes Soleil mad and what makes him happy, because of this, he's not well-liked among the Mitans or the gods. He's known to be very calm around his children and his brother, Anatole, though. But he's quite controlling, and a lot of Soleil's children tend to be dependent on him, and quite spoiled, or they grow up to resent him and develop a desperate need to be independent.

Donati, The God of Fortune and Wealth- As Mitan civilizations grew bigger and bigger, they began running out of food for everyone, and had to begin splitting it. But they quickly realized they couldn't split everything equally, so they needed a way to differentiate who deserved the bigger pieces. Delano then grabbed some gold from underground and shaped it into a thin circle. The Mitans were unsure of how they were supposed to ration these coins when Donati appeared. He had the Mitans fetch more gold and make more coins, before explaining to them that the best way to ration them is to give more to the ones who work harder than others or have a more important job. Of course, the way money is rationed now in Aquarii is much different than Donati originally intended it to be. It's no shock that Donati loves money and expensive things, and out of all the gods, he's the easiest to please. Just drop an expensive gold piece of jewelry in front of his temple, and you're set for life. Donati is a nice father, so long as you're actually worth something to him. All of his children so far have been nepo babies, Donati doesn't like having children with poor people, or anyone who isn't famous. Donati loves spoiling his children, and he has a hard time saying no when they ask him for something, even if he knows he shouldn't be so lenient with them. Overall, Donati's children are pretty blessed.

Celeste, The Goddess of Consequences- Celeste was originally a demigod, a daughter of Aquila. But Aquila adored her so much and believed Celeste was so powerful that she couldn't bear to send Celeste down to Mahina, and when Celeste died, Aquila took her body up to the god's domain and ascended her to godhood. During her mortal life, Celeste took vengeance on a man after her mortal mother was harmed by him. He came and murdered her in the middle of the night, and Celeste trained for years and did every piece of detective work she could to find him. Once she did, she tortured and brutally murdered him, before doing the same to countless others who committed similar crimes. When Celeste ascended, she became the goddess of consequences, swearing to take revenge on those who did evil. Celeste has a very neutral opinion of gods and Mitans as a whole, believing that whether someone is good or bad is up to the individual, not the species. Celeste has no soft spot nor practices any kind of favoritism for her children, she believes that they are just as capable of bad deeds as anyone else and that they deserve equal punishment. She's not mean to them, though, but she's not the most present mother either.

[adrianasunderworld]

Nyla related things!

Her grandfather, Lord Fontus Drake. Out of everyone in her family, Nyla has the best relationship with her grandfather. As his only granddaughter, Nyla always got spoiled by him. He helped her practice her magic, instilled in how to be confident and proud, and shower her with gifts.

Nylas mother, Poppy. A generally bubbly and upbeat woman, her sunny demeanor charmed River Drake many years ago. However their marriage didn't last more than a couple years before Poppy came to the conclusion that she did not like living in Briar Valley, she hated living with her mother in law who did not hold back on letting her know much she didn't want her there. River tried to keep the peace and get Poppy to stay, but she left him and remarried a couple years later. She currently works for a fashion brand in New Spell City.

In the Drake estate, there's a tapestry Nyla always liked. Apparently it was commissioned by her grandfather after the war as a wedding gift to his wife. It depicted a bunch of water nymphs that resembles Nyla and her grandmother Naia. Naia always always loved that tapestry, but she never told Nyla the story behind it, and Nyla never brings herself to ask.

Nyla always knew the tragedy behind the tapestry. During the war, Naia lived in a lake with her many sisters. Until the human army went through the area and destroyed it. Naia was the only one from her family that survived. She managed to get away after her eldest sister got her headstart. She fled until she found a camp of Briar Valley soldiers, and there she met her future husband,Fontus. Naia doesn't like to talk about the tragedy, and ever since shes harbored a hatred for humans that led to the horrible resentment of her daughter in law and granddaughter.

@mangacupcake @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind

[lovedreamer11]

What would have happened if Jace, Luke and Joffrey had never been born?

I was wondering how the canon would have changed if Rhaenyra had not given birth to illegitimate children? If she had been unable to conceive, Harwin would have been infertile, or Rhaenyra herself would not have wanted to risk to giving birth to bastards.

I warn you, I wrote a lot. These are just my thoughts.

Of course, the usurpation would have happened anyway. After all, without the Velaryon boys, Rhaenyra's eldest son from Daemon, Aegon, would have become Rhaenyra's heir. Otto would scream the loudest that any child with Daemon's blood was the devil incarnate.

But before that. I think Visenya could have survived. I will give my reasons. In canon, there was a slight age difference between Rhaenyra's sons. She literally gave birth to 5 sons over the course of eight years. There was a seven year difference between Viserys and Visenya. I think this was because, with five male heirs, Rhaenyra wanted a break from childbirth. But without three older boys, and with only two heirs, Rhaenyra could have become pregnant with Visenya earlier. As a result, Rhaenyra would have no problem carrying Visenya to term and giving birth to her. Most likely the age difference between Visenya and her brothers would be between 1-5 years.

Without the Velaryon boys, Driftmark has no heir. Such a vain and ambitious man as Corlys would never have given his life's work to Vaemond or some other distant relative. Corlys has two bastards, but Rhaenys is still alive. She wouldn't believe that the boys' father was Laenor. Corlys would have to make Baela his heir. To add legitimacy to her reign, Baela could be betrothed to one of Vaemond's sons. The age difference would not have bothered Corlys; his own wife is 21 years younger than him. Rhaenys would support her granddaughter. Rhaenyra too. After all, this is the heir to Driftmark became a person an who is loyal to her. Daemon would also not miss the opportunity to arrange his daughter's life.

By the way, Baela would become the heir to Driftmark, Aegon would be the heir to the Iron Throne, Daemon could try to arrange Rhaena’s life. In canon, the twins were only three or four years older than their brother. I don't think Damon would pass up the chance to make his daughter queen. Rhaena would have been betrothed to Aegon. Visenya would be betrothed to Viserys to maintain family traditions.

Aemond would have tamed Vhagar, but would not have lost his eye. Accordingly, there is one less conflict between the Blacks and the Greens.

Now let's look at the war. Rhaenyra did not experience a painful birth, meaning she was in relatively healthy physical shape and not under the influence of painkillers.

Rhaenyra's children would be too young to serve as messengers. Rhaenyra would send ravens with letters to the Baratheons, to the Vale and to the North. The Vale would certainly support Rhaenyra. Cregan also gave the impression of an honest man, especially since he himself was usurped by his own uncle. Borros is still a pig. He would have joined the Greens.

But the first blood would not have been shed, since Aemond would have had no one to fight with. Likewise, Blood and Cheese would not have killed Jaehaerys, and Helaena would not have gone mad. The main reason why Aegon went to the battlefield was his desire to avenge his son. But then no one had died yet and the conflict would not have escalated.

Would the Battle of Duskendale have taken place? It's hard to guess. Aegon was quite hot-tempered and he might have gotten tired of his grandfather's passive actions, but I'm not sure. If the battle had still taken place, then Aegon would have had no serious motive for his presence.

If Aemond went into battle alone against Rhaenys, the outcome of the battle would be uncertain. GRRM wrote that Meleys had a chance against Vhagar, but I don’t know if she could really kill Vhagar, after all, Caraxes had more experience than Meleys. There is also a healthy and mentally balanced Rhaenyra. The Blacks only have three adult dragons, she could forbid Rhaenys from going to Duskendale or she could fly with her. But I still think that this fight would have ended in a draw. In canon, Rhaenys understood that she could not escape, plus she could not miss her chance to kill the usurper. But one on one against Aemond, Rhaenys might not want to take the risk. If both Rhaenyra and Aegon had participated in the battle, then there would be two scenarios for the development of events. The first option is that Aegon could repeat his trauma from canon. Neither Syrax nor Sunfire have ever fought in battle before, but Syrax is still older and larger than Sunfire. Vhagar and Meleys would end in a draw. Second option, all four dragons injured each other, but no one died or was maimed.

In canon, Jace was the originator of two ideas that I didn't like. This is sending Aegon and Viserys to Essos and Dragonseeds. Rhaenyra might not want to be separated from her children or send them to strangers. So most likely, Aegon, Viserys and Visenya would either remain on Dragonstone or go to the Vale with Rhaena. Jayne is Rhaenyra's cousin, I think Rhaenyra could trust her with the safety of her children. So Viserys hasn't disappeared without a trace, Stormcloud is still alive, and Aegon hasn't abandoned his younger brother and fallen into depression.

Rhaenys and Meleys are still alive. And I refuse to understand how Daemon and Rhaenyra in canon allowed strangers to take the dragons. But since there was no Dragonseeds, Addam and his brother still live in the village, Nettie does not know Daemon and there was no quarrel between Rhaenyra and Damon, I don’t know and don’t want to know where Ulf and Hugh are.

The Triarchy would attack Driftmark. Most likely, due to the small number of dragons, Rhaenys, Daemon and Rhaenyra would have entered the battle together. Meleys and Caraxes are quite mature and dangerous dragons, Syrax was described as large and formidable. Most likely, all the dragons and their riders would have survived. And Rhaenyra would not have lost two sons.

Also, due to the low number of dragons, Daemon would decide not to capture the capital. And if Aegon had not been seriously wounded, then Aemond would not have become regent and would not have left the city unprotected. As a result, Rhaenyra did not have to deal with a bunch of angry, hungry and insane fanatics.

If Aemond could be lured out of the capital alone, then Caraxes, Meleys and Syrax would be enough to kill Vhagar. Afterwards, Daemon could be sent after Daeron. Tessarion is a young dragon, Caraxes would have easily killed her. With Daeron and Aemond dead, the Greens would only have Sunfire and Dreamfire left, and the Greens would have to try to start negotiations. Perhaps they even capitulated on the condition that the Blacks spare Aegon, Helaena and the children.

Let's try to summarize. Rhaenyra did not give birth to three bastards. The Greens can continue to call her a whore, but they will not be able to provide evidence of this. Rhaenyra's heir is practically a pure-blooded Targaryen, not a bastard boy who doesn't look like a Targaryen. Blood and Cheese will not happen. Rhaenyra will be healthy mentally and physically during the war. Rhaenys may survive. The Dragonseeds betrayal won't happen, and Rhaenyra and Daemon won't fight over Nettie. Most likely, Daemon will not cheat on Rhaenyra with Mysaria. The Shepherd will be a problem for the Greens, and if an attack on the Dragon's Lair does occur, then only Green dragons will be there.

This is all just my big theory. But please write how you think the dance would have happened if Jace, Luke and Joffrey did not exist. I'm really interested in what others think.

[emilythenavi-animorpher]

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Her voice by Tigress (Kung Fu Panda)

Desgins: Old Desgin | Disguise Outfits | Different Forms | Animal forms | Ages | Scars | Weapons |

Full Name: Princess Kazumi Samaira Faye/Suoh.

First Name Meaning: Harmony, Peace, Beautiful.

Middle Name Meaning: Goddess of Beauty; enchanting; reality; girl of shine, destiny; fashionable.

Last Name Meaning: Fairy-Dragon.

Nicknames: Princess, fairy princess, the eldest daughter of fairy hybrids, the first daughter of fairy princess and dragonlord, first granddaughter of dragon king/fairy queen, strongest daughter, cold-hearted, Lil Sakura, mio; Meaning a beautiful cherry blossom, or a beautiful thread (by her parents and grandparents).

Birthday: March 12.

Age: 221/ 21 (human disguise).

Species: Fairy Dragon Hybrid; Asian Dragon, Cherry Blossom Fairy, Elemental Dragon, Elemental Fairy, Sakura Dragon.

Gender: Female

Relationship status: Divorced/Single.

Sexuality: Straight Ally.

Home: Hidden Home Planet (currently)

Like: her family, cherry blossom, martial arts, training, weapons, fighting/batting (sometimes), Mulan (favorite idol), her close favorite/best friends (Akane and Emily), dinosaurs (mostly raptors as well as T-rex; favorite dinosaurs), Asian food, helping and caring for her family & close friends/allies, cherry blossom festival (as well other festivals and events) fashion, planning last minute, strategy games, sakura, strawberry, vanilla, and raspberry-flavored snacks, drinks, and food.

Dislike: her Cruse (Cruse by her maternal grandfather) Disappointing her family, messing up, rudeness, losing her temper, someone interrupting/disturbing her plan or life, roses (she is allergic to roses🌹), annoyed or wannabe villains, brothers/friends' fooling/silliness, sometimes forced/broken marriage/romance/relationship/friendship, and Brigade of the Wicked (most of her ex; Kuragari the Yo-kai dragon).

Bonding Partner: Emily the Queen Alpha. (Still connected byt separated)

Relatives:

Longwei Suoh/Faye (Biological Father)

Mizuki Faye/Suoh (Biological Mother)

Cryo Sahir Faye/Suoh (Twin Brother)

Doku Jiro Faye/Suoh (Second twin and older brother)

Fuji Adalie Faye/Suoh (Second twin and older sister)

Daichi Caesar Faye/Suoh (Third twin and middle brother)

Eimi Maren Faye/Suoh (Third twin and middle sister)

Kazuya Aiden Faye/Suoh (Fourth twin and second middle sister)

Chikao Sage Faye/Suoh (Fourth twin and second middle brother)

Keitaro Faye/Suoh (first Quadruplets and younger brother)

Aiko Faye/Suoh (first Quadruplets and younger sister)

Hikari Faye/Suoh (first Quadruplets and younger sister)

Tsuyoshi Faye/Suoh (first Quadruplets and younger brother)

Li-Jing Faye/Suoh (second Quadruplets and youngest sister)

Shen Faye/Suoh (Fifth twin and youngest brother)

Kira Faye/Suoh (Fifth twin and youngest sister)

Getsumi Faye/Suoh (Fifth twin and youngest brother)

Suoh Family Ancestors †

† Longwang, the First Dragon King (Deceased First Great Ancestors)

Long Suoh † (Deceased grandfather)

Tatsuo Suoh † (Deceased grandmother)

Ju-long Suoh (Patrernal Great uncle)

Demeter (Great Aunt-in-law)

Alexander (Uncle-in-law)

Persephone † (Deceased Aunt)

Iris (Cousin)

Longwang Suoh (Paternal grandfather)

Kayda Suoh (Paternal grandmother)

Draco Suoh (Paternal Uncle)

Tatsuya Suoh (Paternal Uncle)

Ryu Suoh (Paternal Uncle)

Kaida Suoh (Paternal Aunt)

Ryoko Suoh (Paternal Aunt)

Belindo Suoh (Paternal Uncle-in-law)

Yong-sun Suoh (Paternal Uncle-in-law)

Tawn Suoh (Paternal Aunt-in-law)

Druk Suoh (Paternal Aunt-in-law)

Drake Suoh (Cousin)

Deborah Suoh (Cousin)

Natsumi Suoh (Cousin)

Yaiyoi Suoh (Cousin)

Jax Suoh (Cousin)

Sax Suoh (Cousin)

Max Suoh (Cousin)

Julong Suoh (Cousin)

Yinxing Suoh (Cousin)

Xiongjong Suoh (Cousin)

Faye Family Ancestors †

Queen Tanish Faye † (Deceased First Ancestors)

Oberon Faye (Maternal Grandfather)

Titania Faye (Maternal Grandmother)

Preston Faye (Maternal Uncle)

Sebille Faye (Maternal Aunt)

Amitola Faye (Cousin)

Munja Faye (Cousin)

Fabian Faye (Cousin)

Diamond Faye (Cousin)

Emerald Faye (Cousin)

Moonstone Faye (Cousin)

Partner(s):

Kuragari the yokai dragon, the leader of Brigade of the Wicked (1st ex-friend/boyfriend/broken engagement ex-husband)

Ex-Prince Buster the Wolpertinger (2nd ex-boyfriend/husband)

Prince Ehecatl the Quetzalcoatl (3rd ex-boyfriend/ex-husband)

Prince Stolas, the owl demon (4th ex-boyfriend/ex-husband)

Prince Orepheus, the Vampiric Dragon (5th ex-boyfriend/ex-husband)

Prince Euandros, the Hippalectryon (6th ex-boyfriend/ex-husband)

Prince Francisco the Ahuizotl (7th ex-boyfriend/ex-husband)

Prince Anwir the Red Dragon (8th ex-husband)

Drobot the Draconic Machine (9th ex-boyfriend/ex-husband)

Prince Angelic Dragon (10th ex-husband)

Prince Shang Chi, the Chi Dragon (11th ex-husband)

???

[mytalemyworld]

Some Thoughts on The Story of Park's Marriage Contract

Due to my limited time, I hadn't had any opportunity to watch TSOPMC when it first aired. This weekend I binge-watched six episodes and oh my, I fell in love with it. I surely didn't expect so much from it, but it keeps getting better and better. The first episode seemed very promising but the second episode was a little messy, then it found its rhythm finally.

Sometimes it feels like you're watching the Enchanted-kdrama version, sometimes it feels like a serious time travel thriller that keeps you on edge. That's why I love kdramas because when it comes to supernatural elements, they never disappoint, even the story seems too absurd to watch.

What I love the most is the usage of the memories from the first life. Since the female lead comes from the past, she can connect the dots and has a clear grasp of everything. Not intentionally, the same things happen in their present life.

But also I am very intrigued by the goals of the side characters.

And I must say, the grandpa is the one making the story more interesting.

We never saw Tae Ha's grandfather from his past life but we all know that his family wanted a noble lady for the eldest son of the family so that they could gain something from his marriage. Then in the present life his grandpa wants him to marry a woman who has a strong family.

People are surprised when they found out the grandpa approved of someone adoptee as his granddaughter-in-law.

The original bride never showed up on the wedding day.

The grandpa seems to know the ran away bride.

He seemed to be surprised when he saw Yeon Woo for the first time. Like, he knew she wasn't the original bride.

The grandpa wants Tae Ha to strive and be strong for him to successfully take over his business empire and fight against the evil step-mom.

But Tae Ha seems to have feelings for Yeon Woo which makes the grandpa uncomfortable.

He .... like teared up?

This doesn't look like a coincidence to me.

So…he is the guy who is behind of everything and may want his grandson to not have any weaknesses. Especially when you know his son's life was ruined because of love.

But also there's some weird connection between him and Yeon Woo. I still think he might be the one who threw her into that well. But I can't be sure if he remembers his past life. It might be just because how the story repeats itself. Like how he wants to get rid of her in both lives. For different reasons.

Some other thoughts:

*I think this flower represents her limited time in this life.

Funny what "el tiempo" means in Spanish.

Her grandpa from her past life said when she got seriously ill, the tree started wilting too. And this tree was planted when she was born. Tae Ha's secretary told him that the tree blossomed when she first showed up. So that branch of flower might be her hourglass.

*It's so cute that she finally gave him what she stitched for him. She couldn't have that opportunity in their past life.

*Last but not least...

Poor guy, he was poisoned in his past life. But it seems nobody is poisoning him in this life, at least not physically. I think his environment is poisonous enough for him to have a heart disease. He should get rid of everyone who makes his life miserable.

[rolling-in-guano]

31DOD Day 23

Hear me out. So we've all seen the Batman/Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles comic

But Dick Grayson has never been too involved with these events. Some of you may even know who Karai is, and I'm not talking about 2012 Karai who was Splinter's long lost daughter kidnapped by the foot or 2018 Karai who was a sweet grandma. I'm talking about the IDW 2011 comic book Karai.

Imagine this, Dick Grayson as Batman with his Robin the prickly Damian we know and love. Now, we know that Damian's grandfather, Ra's al Ghul, is an immortal leader of an assassin clan that bathes in mountain dew to maintain his flesh or whatever. And then Damian is searching for a nobler way through working with Dick!bats to make up for his past mistakes with the LOA.

Now enter Karai, the granddaughter of Oroku Saki, AKA the Shredder, who in the IDW version was the leader of the Foot Clan in feudal Japan. Shredder was then pickled in some sort of demonic juice until modern day where he was brought back to life so he could take over New York and have sex with his sexy immortal fox girlfriend. Sound familiar?

Here's Karai using her blood to bring back her pickled grandpappy in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Secret History of the Foot Clan #4

Batman (1940) #243

I'm mean look at this loser getting it on in his mountain dew.

Anyway, so Dick is Batman and Damian is Robin and Karai ends up in in their universe somehow. Now Dick is dealing with two grandchildren who were raised to be assassins. I just think it would be real funny.

In Batman Unlimited, Damian ends up taking over the League of an Assassins. Karai ends up taking over the foot clan. I think they would get along in the strangest passive aggressive but also polite way. Then Dick is there being the responsible one keeping them from committing crazy murder. He would probably end up fighting Ra's again which I always enjoy:

Nightwing (1996) #152

I want more of Dick kicking this crusty dudes ass.

I think this would give him a chance to eldest daughter syndrome it up with Leo as well as trauma bond over the fact that there are crazy assassin psychos out there obsessed with controlling their brains.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2011) #29

Lookit my poor baby who can barely recognize his own brother after trying to murder him. Ring any bells with Dick Grayson?

The IDW TMNT comics are pretty darn violent. Not for kids my friends.

Unrelated, sort of, but people are always trying to compare the robins with the four turtles. They always say that 3/4 is good enough but I think they are missing the obvious solution here. Stephanie Brown is a Michaelangelo. I think they would be fast friends! Stephanie is a robin too so she should get to hang with the turtles.

I think Damian would get along with Jennika though :)

They are both sweethearts.

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

En lo profundo de la montaña / Deep in the mountain [Kaoru].

Final 3/4

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[Kaoru]

He was never too interested in people. He never felt that curious tingle when seeing the people around him, on a bad day he would scare them and on a normal day he would simply ignore their presence.

Because that was Kaoru, it was the way he looked at the world, a flat expression along with eyes empty of any feeling in the face of the insignificance of the other living beings that surrounded him. Just don't get too much in his way, he could crush you even by accident.

And he was fine with the loneliness that his indifference brought; even the friendliest animal would shy away from him at Kaoru's persistent disdain for them swarming, buzz-like existence around him.

So it wasn't difficult for Kaoru to decide what to do with you; ignore you. He stood up to his full height after emerging from the darkness of the leafy trees, a blank expression on his face that reflected that your existence didn't mean much to him. However, your face reflected in an expression of complete amazement as you witnessed this incredibly muscular creature, you quickly tried to identify him, Baki? Maybe Jack. It looked like Kaoru, but it definitely wasn't Yujiro.

Great musculature characteristic of the oni, like horns, claws and teeth, it didn't take you long to notice distinctive aspects about him; Old scars all over his body, extensive and seemingly deep because of the clear shape they left when they healed, dark and small eyes that did not shine in a friendly way for you. It was definitely Kaoru.

“Um… Excuse me,” you couldn’t even say anything else when you saw him turn around, ready to walk away and ignore you, “Wait, please!”

“What?” His large form turned towards you as you called out to him and hurried over.

Well, that was easy, don't you think? His quick response left you in a shocked state, you really expected that getting his attention would be a lot harder than that, he seemed so oblivious to any feeling of curiosity about you that you thought you would have to beg for him to listen to you. But here he is, looking at you with his cold, emotionless eyes, you felt uneasy under his attention, even though you were the one who asked for it.

“It's about…” you started as you focused on his abdomen, you couldn't look him in the eyes even if you tried, you knew, “I came to this mountain to visit my grandfather.”

Your words didn't seem to merit a response from him, so you squirmed under his gaze and silence. You shivered, before stammering anything else, it was obvious that you hadn't convinced him yet.

“He is an old man who lives on the top of the mountain,” you added after a few seconds of silence.

You looked up just to make sure he was listening. You trembled. God, those eyes were scary from where you were, if he admitted that he could see your soul, you would definitely believe him. The nervousness that he generated in you penetrated to your bones.

“I am his grandson/granddaughter,” your voice also trembled, why didn't he say anything? “I came to bring him provisions for the month.”

Nothing? Really, nothing? Not even a nod? He just watches you.

“I am the firstborn of his eldest son, I am taking care of him in my hands now that my father died.”

You were so nervous at this point, your mouth was faster than your brain, you kept explaining and talking to him even when he didn't give even the slightest hint of paying attention to you.

Finally, you had nothing more to say, you looked back at him and felt a strange déjà vu, you felt like you were staring at the void that stretched beneath your feet on a cliff, have you ever even experienced that feeling? Has the void ever looked back at you? No, you were sure not, but you couldn't shake that familiar feeling.

“You're talking about the master,” he didn't seem to be asking, he was taking his words for granted.

“Excuse me?” Well, at least you didn't have to endure that awkward silence.

“The Onmyōji who lives in the mountain,” he took your expression of confusion as unconscious ignorance. Kaoru shook his head, there was no point in dwelling on topics that did not concern him, “Follow me.”

You stayed in your place for a few seconds, you had lost the thread of the conversation, but at least you didn't have to beg for help. You didn't know why he helped you, maybe he was just in a good mood, but really Kaoru didn't know why he helped you either.

He would just ignore that curious feeling in the back of his brain.

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“Grandpa!” The old man looked up with a confused grimace, frowning when he saw the creature you were running away from as you ran in his direction.

“What are you doing here?” Your smile did not falter at your grandfather's bad mood, you were already used to his frown, “Go home.”

“Grandpa, I came to bring you supplies,” you smiled as you showed your full backpack, “Oh, I didn't thank him.”

You lamented when you looked into the forest and didn't see Kaoru, maybe he left as soon as you walked away from him. You felt a little guilty for not taking the time to thank him for his help, the huge oni had brought you to your grandfather safely and in good time, and you didn't have the decency to thank him properly.

Your expression became sad, perhaps too sad when it was a simple “thank you.” Your grandfather noticed it and rolled his eyes at your banal worries, you are like your father. He had no doubts.

“Stop whining and enter the house at once,” the old man turned to return to his house without waiting for you after inviting you in in his crude way, “If you are not too bothersome, I will teach you how to make a thank offering."

You laughed at your grandfather's disguised kindness, you knew that no matter how grumpy he was, he would never let you be sad in his presence. You thanked him silently as you followed him into the house.

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The night had settled at this point, sparkles singing carefreely, fireflies dancing like playful stars in the sky and the hooting of owls echoing among the large trees, the night landscape was peaceful, even for him. Kaoru wandered around casually. Something common for him, walking aimlessly.

Curiosity flickered in his eyes as he saw the small offering resting at the edge of the clearing your grandfather inhabited, framed with two candles that dimly illuminated the bowls of foods and small objects. He really wasn't much the gifts, much less thank you, he didn't like wasting time when he had done something simple that didn't deserve recognition; It just wasn't worth it.

And yet you had taken the time to do this for him, it was small and surely wouldn't satisfy his hunger, it was simply a small thing that fit poorly in his hand. It wasn't something that suited him, it wasn't something to satiate or entertain him, it was just for him.

But he appreciated it, strangely he appreciated it.

Versión en español.

[Kaoru]

Él jamás estuvo demasiado interesado en las personas. Nunca sintió ese cosquilleo curioso al ver a las personas a su alrededor, durante un mal día las asustaría y en un día común simplemente ignoraría su presencia.

Porque así era Kaoru, era la forma en que contemplaba el mundo, una expresión plana junto a unos ojos vacíos de cualquier sentimiento ante la insignificancia de los demás seres vivos que lo rodeaban. Simplemente, no te metas demasiado en su camino, podría aplastarte incluso por accidente.

Y él estaba bien con la soledad que traía su indiferencia, incluso el animal más amigable se alejaría de él ante el desdén persistente de Kaoru ante su existencia pululante, similar a un zumbido, a su alrededor.

Por lo que no fue difícil para Kaoru decidir qué hacer contigo; ignorarte. Se enderezó en toda su altura después de emerger de entre la oscuridad de los frondosos árboles, una expresión vacía en su rostro que reflejaba que tu existencia no significaba mucho para él. Sin embargo, tu rostro reflejaba una expresión de completo asombro al ser testigo de esta increíblemente musculosa criatura, rápidamente trataste de identificarlo, ¿Baki? Tal vez Jack. Parecía Kaoru, pero definitivamente no era Yujiro.

Gran musculatura característica de los onis, al igual que los cuernos, garras y dientes, no te tomo mucho tiempo fijarte en aspectos distintivos sobre él; Antiguas cicatrices en todo su cuerpo, extensas y aparentemente profundas por la forma clara que dejaron al sanar, ojos oscuros y pequeños que no brillaban en forma amigable para ti. Definitivamente, se trataba de Kaoru.

“Um… Disculpa”, ni siquiera pudiste decir algo más cuando lo viste darse la vuelta, dispuesto a irse e ignorarte, “¡Espera, por favor!”

“¿Qué?”, su gran forma se giró hacia ti cuando lo llamaste y te acercaste de forma apresurada.

Bueno, eso fue fácil, ¿no crees? Su rápida respuesta te dejo en un estado sorprendido, realmente esperabas que llamar su atención fuera mucho más difícil que eso, parecía tan ajeno a cualquier sentimiento de curiosidad por ti que pensaste que tendrías que rogar para que te escuche. Pero aquí está, mirándote con sus ojos fríos y desprovistos de sentimientos, te sentiste inquieto bajo su atención, aun cuando fuiste tú quien la pidió.

“Se trata de…”, empezaste mientras te concentrabas en su abdomen, no podrías mirarlo a los ojos, aunque lo intentes, lo sabías, “Vine a esta montaña para visitar a mi abuelo”

Tus palabras no parecían merecer una respuesta de parte de él, por lo que te removiste bajo su mirada y silencio. Temblaste, antes de balbucear algo más, era obvio que no lo habías convencido todavía.

“Es un hombre anciano que vive en la cima de la montaña”, agregaste después de unos segundos de silencio.

Levantaste la mirada solo para cerciorarte de que él estuviera escuchando. Temblaste. Dios, esos ojos eran atemorizantes desde tu lugar, si él admitiera que podía ver tu alma, definitivamente le creerías. El nerviosismo que él te generaba calaba hasta tus huesos.

“Soy su nieto”, tu voz tembló también, ¿por qué él no decía nada? “Vine a traerle provisiones para el mes”

¿Nada? ¿De verdad, nada? ¿Ni siquiera un asentimiento de cabeza? Solo te observo.

“Soy el primogénito de su hijo mayor, estoy tomando su cuidado en mis manos ahora que mi padre murió”

Estabas tan nervioso en este punto, tu boca era más rápida que tu cerebro, seguías explicando y hablándole aun cuando él no dio ni el más mínimo indicio de estar prestándote atención.

Finalmente, no tuviste nada más que decir, lo miraste de regreso y sentiste un extraño déjà vu, sentías que estabas mirando al vacío que se extendía debajo de tus pies en un acantilado, ¿alguna vez experimentaste ese sentimiento siquiera? ¿Alguna vez el vacío te regreso la mirada? No, estabas seguro de que no, pero no podías sacarte esa sensación familiar.

“Hablas del maestro”, no parecía estar preguntando, él estaba dando por hecho sus palabras.

“¿Disculpa?”, bueno, al menos no tenías que soportar ese incómodo silencio.

“El Onmyōji que vive en la montaña”, él tomó tu mueca de confusión como una ignorancia inconsciente. Kaoru negó con la cabeza, no tenía sentido abundar en temas que no le compete, “Sígueme”

Te quedaste en tu lugar unos segundo, habías perdido el hilo de la conversación, pero al menos no tuviste que rogar para que te ayude. No sabías por qué te ayudaba, tal vez él solo estaba de buenas, pero realmente Kaoru tampoco sabia porque te ayudaba.

Él solo ignoraría ese curioso sentimiento en la parte trasera de su cerebro.

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“¡Abuelo!”, el anciano levanto la mirada con una mueca de confusión, frunciendo su ceño cuando vio a la criatura de la que te alejabas mientras corrías en su dirección.

“¿Qué haces tú aquí?”, tu sonrisa no flaqueo ante el mal humor de tu abuelo, ya estabas acostumbrado a su ceño fruncido, “Vete a casa”

“Abuelo, vine a traerte provisiones”, sonreíste mientras mostrabas tu mochila llena, “Oh, no le agradecí”

Te lamentaste cuando observaste hacia el bosque y no viste a Kaoru, quizá se fue tan pronto como alejaste de él. Te sentiste un poco culpable por no haberte tomado el tiempo para agradecer su ayuda, el enorme oni te había traído con tu abuelo de forma segura y en un buen tiempo, y no tuviste la decencia de agradecer correctamente.

Tu expresión se tornó triste, quizá demasiado cuando se trataba de un simple “gracias”. Tu abuelo lo noto y rodó los ojos ante tú preocupaciones banales, eres como tu padre. No tenía dudas.

“Deja de lloriquear y entra a la casa de una vez”, el anciano se giró para regresar a su casa sin esperar por ti después de invitarte a pasar a su tosca manera, “Si no eres demasiado molesto, te enseñaré a hacer una ofrenda de agradecimiento”

Te reíste de la amabilidad disfrazada de tu abuelo, sabías que por muy cascarrabias que era jamás te dejaría estar triste en su presencia. Lo agradeciste silenciosamente mientras marchabas tras él al interior de la casa.

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La noche estaba asentada en este punto, brillos cantando despreocupadamente, luciérnagas danzando como juguetonas estrellas en el firmamento y el ulular de los búhos que hacía eco entre los grandes árboles, el paisaje nocturno era pacífico, incluso para él. Kaoru merodeo despreocupadamente por los alrededores. Algo común en él, andar sin rumbo.

La curiosidad parpadeó en sus ojos cuando vio la pequeña ofrenda que descansaba en los límites del claro que habitaba tu abuelo, enmarcada con dos velas que iluminaban tenuemente los cuencos con comidas y objetos pequeños. Él realmente no era mucho de regalos, mucho menos de agradecimientos, no le gustaba perder tiempo cuando había hecho algo simple que no merecía reconocimiento; simplemente no valía la pena.

Y aun así te habías tomado el tiempo en hacer esto por él, era pequeño y seguro que no saciaría su hambre, era simplemente una pequeñez que encajaba en su mano de forma pobre. No era algo que se ajustaba a él, no era algo para saciarlo o entretenerlo, solo era para él.

Pero él lo apreció, extrañamente él lo apreció.