#aragon imagines

[theship-thewalrus]

omgomg you write for lotr i thought this Fandom was dead on this website and everyone else :') anyway, might i ask you to write aragorn and legolas (separate) getting injured and reader takes care of the wounds? They aren't together yet but the air is filled with ~tension~ I hope it's not too much to ask for xx

Hi anon! The Rings of Power has ignited my love for LOTR once more. I hope this is what you were looking for :)

legolas x gn!reader & aragorn x gn!reader (separate)

pretty much the ask :)

word count: 900 words reading time: about 5 minutes warnings: injury, blood

legolas

He felt so stupid for getting hurt in the first place, if only he had thought quicker, and moved faster, the blade would've been nowhere near him. But instead, he was too slow and the blade's edge was able to slice his arm. It was not a deep cut, though it did hurt and produce blood. Despite himself not being worried about such a wound, you seemed to be immensely worried. Hovered over him like a bee would to a flower. It was strange as he had never seen you so worried over anyone else's injuries before.

"I'm fine, the cut is not deep." Legolas attempted to shrug off your worry, by him treating it as nothing but a scratch he hopes to calm you. "It does not matter! It is a cut nonetheless, one that has drawn blood!" Came your worried and frantic reply as you take his arm in your hands. A warm sensation floods through Legolas's body as you take his pale arm into your hands, holding him with the softness and care one would with a small animal. His pale cheeks flushed a light pink as he was unable to say anything, his mind honing in on your hand on him.

Under his intense gaze, you flatter slightly, yet are filled with enough determination to clean and tend to his wound. Clearly, without some sort of help, he would simply allow it to fester, such a thought brought a frown to your face. Quietly you worked on his wound, cleaning and wrapping it to ensure it would not grow infected while on the journey.

You worked in silence as you both sat there faces flushed red, it was not long until you were done. Having wrapped his wound tightly, the bandage was already slowly beginning to darken due to the blood. You would have to change it again in a few hours. "There, it should be good until I am able to get more supplies to help it." Letting go of his arm you shuffled back slightly, wanting to give him a bit of space.

"Thank you," he mutters softly as the two of you simply look at each other for a few moments, taking the other in. You were the one to break the silence and eye contact, casting your eyes to the side. "You've got to be more careful. I don't think I have enough supplies if you get hurt again." Your voice was soft and pleading, as though he had any control about whether or not he was injured during a battle. But Legolas did not scold you for your words, instead smiling softly. "I'll try, just for you."

aragorn

It was not often Aragorn got injured in battle, though even the best of warriors can get hurt. The blade that pierced his side managed to make a deep cut but avoided hitting anything vital. In a way, it was a blessing and a curse. He was used to treating his own wounds having travelled alone for years, it was surprising to see you fret over him. Your eyes fixated on the dark spot on his shirt that was steadily growing. Your hands hover over the spot on his shirt, unsure where to start to help him effectively.

"By the Gods, are you alright? Here let me help, quickly off with your shirt." Your words came off rushed and panicked as you began shuffling through the contents of your bag looking for certain items to help. But Aragorn did not move to do as you asked, simply watching you for a moment. "I am able to tend to myself, do not worry yourself." Came his calm reply, as though his side was not injured and blood not soaking his shirt. It amazed you how calm he could be despite the state he was in.

"I know you can look after yourself, but you don't have to." Your kind voice begins, grasping the edge of his shirt and preparing to lift it up to get a better look at the wound. Though you were not given the chance as Aragorn's hands came a rested on top of yours, gently stopping you. Your head snaps up to look at him in surprise, wondering why he was trying to stop you when it was clear he needed help. Yet he just looked down at you with a small smile, at the moment completely forgetting his wound. "I am fine, do not waste your time on me when the others need your help more."

A scoff left your lips, eyes hardening a little as you looked up at him, you knew you had to be a bit harsher to him for him to get it through his head that he needed help. But as you gaze up at his soft eyes all you found was sincerity and kindness, making it so hard trying to be mad at him. The pair of you simply stared at each other for a few moments, you trying to continue to be upset and stern while he was simply calm and content.

"Fine, you can look at the wound." comes Aragorn's reply after a few moments of staring. A smile graced your face as you lifted his shirt and began treating his wound.

[whateverrr-duddee]

𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒

pairing= legolas + reader

warnings= angst! negative thoughts, fluff towards the end.

summary = you and legolas are secretly/privately courting. Tauriel starts gushing about her new found love for the elven prince and her thoughts on him feeling the same way back.

Legolas was different from any previous suitor you had. To the eyes of others he was Stand offish, conceded, vain and hostile. But to you 'his greatest treasure' he was sweet, clingy, loving, caring and most of beautiful. It amazed you how his beauty was unmatched by another. The way his eyes slightly shift in colour dependant on the weather and his mood, the way his perfect jawline was accented by skilfully paced braids either side. You weren't hiding the fact you were courting you just were not obnoxiously advertising that's why you were now dumbfounded in the conversation Tauriel started.

''he's quite the looker don't you think?'' Tauriel said in a floaty voice. You looked up from the arrow you were in the middle of carving. You followed her eyeline and who it was on. Legolas. ''mhm'' you replied. ''Im afraid i may have fallen for him'' those words made you head spin ''really?'' you asked almost choking on your words ''i think he feels the same'' she smiled at you.

Legolas looked over at you and flashed you his charming toothy smile. He was sitting down with the guard taking a small break from training. “I think he feels the same” Tauriel admitted. Your heart sank. Tauriel was beautiful and strong it made some sense that he would feel the same. “how come?” you asked looking down carrying on carving “he always takes to me more when we are training And he added a braid to my hair” Whilst Tauriel was exploding of love. You were dying on the inside.

“excuse me i need to go get more stuff” you said. You tried to walk a steady pace but your tears started gushing out so you ran back to yours and legolas’ shared room.

Why? is all you thought. Was i not enough for him?Not pretty enough? not strong enough? Not good enough? Just then you heard a knock on the door. “hello” it wasn’t Legolas it was his father “hello king thranduil” he smiled “please just thranduil” he sat on the end of your bed “What troubles you my sweet child” he asked “I saw you running from the field so don’t try and hide it” he knew you too well.

“i fear legolas has seeked nirvana in another” you mumbled “Tauriel?” he asked your tears came out like a waterfall. ha dyou been blind to it all? did everyone know and you looked like a joke. “if my son has any sense he will realise that your his hearts desire” he stroked your head in a loving way. You had a close relationship with the king your father lord elrond and him being close made you close in return. “my son is very oblivious, and im not defending him because of he has gave im to adultery there will be hell to pay. But, there may be more to it than you know” He gave you a kiss on the fore head and sat up “don’t-” he cut you off “I won’t tell Legolas you are here i’ll tell him your on the edge of the forest” he smiled “thank you” you gave what you could of a smile back “anything for you my sweet girl” he dispersed out of the door. You took your gown off and put one of legolas’ large shirts on. As much as thr thought of him hurt you his scent always brought you comfort. you curled up under the sheets of the large bed and slowly drifted off into a sleep.

You woke up to some one shaking your body. “oh thank god” it was Tauriel. “me and legolas have been so worried you slept for a whole day” she giggled “come on your aids will get you ready for the feast” you had come plt forgotten about that. And like clockwork the maids came rushing in and Tauriel the snake. leaving.

Your hair was down and in your sister Arwens signature duke with a darling icy blue gown on setting off your dark ebony hair. You sighed and walked into the ongoing feast you sat next to gandalf. “my child you shouldn’t worry everything works out in the end” he spoke “how did you know?” you looked at him “i’ve known you all your life it isn’t hard” he smiled and patted your back.

Your turns your gaze to Legolas who was deep in conversation with you guessed it. Tauriel the snake. You sighed as walked over. “Y/N , hi” she said excitedly giving you a hug “you look amazing, doesn’t she leggy” she gushed your heart dropped again “leggy”something only you called him. “you look beautiful Y/N” he said putting his hands on your waist. “you look great too” you complimented them both you stepped away from legolas. You could see the hurt on his face. but you didn’t care you were hurting. “I was so worried we were sitting on the field watching you boys and and talking about stuff and you got up and ran away and slept for a day you had me thinks a spider had ate you” she laughed. “you ran away?” legolas asked a look of confusion on his face. “yes.” you replied bluntly “forgive me, but Y/N can we talk in private” you rolled your eyes but followed him out of the hall into the corridors “what’s wrong my dove?” legolas asked reaching out to you but you steps awha firm his touch “nothing” you replied fiddling with your arms “well tauriel..” you cut him off with a harsh laugh “yes well i know you’d rather speak d your time with her don’t think i’m blind” you spat. “Y/N” he said panically. But you were gone.

You had ran to the edge of the grounds. Your throat hurting from the sobbing. Legolas enter the hall and went to his father “i don’t know what to do” he sighed “Y/N?” he asked “yes” he replied sadly “she came back to the castle yesterday” he said unimpressed with his son. “she did?” he replied relived. “crying her eyes out mind, you were the cause of corse” the king told his kin. “me?” his thoughts racing. “Tauriel has fallen for you and your entertaining it” he began “and don’t say your not you are i’ve seen with my own eyes, there is a amazing elleth who is your twin flame that you have made so distraught she is unsure of her worth i suggest you fix it before some other elf whisks her away”

Legolas’ head was racing. He has noticed Tauriels new attitude for himself. But he never thought it was to this extreme. He hadn’t noticed that his love was hurting. As he was walking to go find Y/N tauriel approached him “Leggy why don’t” he cut her off “Y/N is the one i love, the one i’m courting and because of you she beloved i don’t love her anymore i love Y/N not Tauriel” he replied. he knew it was harsh but he needed to find Y/N

meanwhile you had cried that much you were being sick. Once that had calmed down you moved away from it a three minute walk down the path. You heard a twig snap “go away” you mumbled into your knees “Y/n” legolas spoke “go away” you muttered. “i’m so sorry i didn’t see this sooner” he said sitting down next to you. “I wasn’t aware of tauriels advances” he said. you thanked your elven healing because your break would have stank. “then how come you braided her hair” you said sadly looking up at him He saw how broken you were he wanted no more than to whisk you up into his arms. “i had to do it she was basically begging me” he sighed “i’m sorry” you whispered “you have nothing to apologise for my dove, it’s my fault for being so blind” he sighed pulling out into his side. you yawned. “i think it’s time to turn in for the night don’t you think?” legolas chucked “mhm” you mumbled sleeplily he licked you up you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck and put your face in the crook of it.

He slowly slipped you i to the bed he walked over to blow the candles out. “Legolas don’t leave” you mumbled he felt his heart squeeze he walked over striped himself of his clothes leaving him in his boxers.You had taken your own clothes off and put one of his large shirts on. “never” he smiled you pulled you to his behest and smiled as you subconsciously tried to make your self even closer if possible “i love you” he did giving your lips a lazy peck “i love you too” you said kissing his chest.

[thehomeofplatonicfics]

Riding Accident

Catherine of Aragon x son/daughter!reader (Platonic!!!)

Learning to ride your own horse had been something that you had pestered your mother, Queen Catherine, on for an entire year. Finally, both she and His Majesty had relented. Your father, King Henry, had realised that it was important for his heirs to learn such a skill so that they mastered it early on.

You had been having lessons alongside your older sister, Princess Mary, for a few weeks now. Both of you were progressing well, to the point that you were both riding through the grounds of the palace unassisted, with only your riding instructors seated on their own horses trotting along by your sides.

Mary and her instructor were progressing through Hampton Court grounds much more quickly than you were with your instructor, which perhaps was a blessing for Mary’s sake considering the events that soon followed.

There was to be a grand celebration for the next couple of days, and servants and courtiers alike were preparing a huge bonfire that was to be the centrepiece of the outside entertainment. However, the bonfire had been accidentally set alight too soon, and the fire was quickly rising up the firewood just as you were passing on your horse.

Your steed, Courageous, was not so brave as their name suggested, and was spooked by the fire. They bolted quickly through the grounds, and you didn’t know how to make Courageous stop or slow down. You screamed for help, but no one was able to reach you in time. Too soon, you were unable to hold on any longer and you were thrown off the horse, landing in a crumpled heap on the ground.

A chorus of “Your Highness!” and “Your Grace!” rang out as some of the courtiers ran to your aid, and others tried to retrieve Courageous. Catherine had been watching you and Mary ride through the grounds from a window, smiling to herself with pride for you both. So, when she saw your horse bolt she rushed down outside immediately.

She rushed through the crowds gathering around you lying prone on the ground, scooping up the layers of her kirtle as she knelt down by your side. Instantly, Catherine established complete control of the situation. After all, there was no shortage of people to help. “Duke Suffolk, keep Princess Mary away from this accident. Ensure she is properly occupied.” The Duke bowed, and then rushed off to find your sister and her riding instructor. Catherine did not want to distress Mary by letting her see you injured thus, especially considering her daughter’s delicate health. The two of you siblings were very close, and she knew Mary would be upset if she knew what happened.

“Cardinal, send for the physician to be brought to my chambers.” Catherine ordered, not even looking at the people she was instructing. “At once, Your Grace.” The Cardinal left in the opposite direction, his robes billowing behind him.

Catherine softly stroked your hair, looking up to the sky to pray that you would be alright. She tried her best to check you over for injuries, but it was difficult to tell when your attire covered most of you. “Sé fuerte, Y/N.” The Queen whispered into your ear, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead, before she noticed a shadow form over you.

Looking up she found the Spanish Ambassador, Eustace Chapuys, kneeling down beside you. “Your Highness, please allow me to assist.” He held his hands out, gesturing towards you. “I thank you, Ambassador.” Gently, Catherine handed you over to Chapuys, standing in time with him as he picked you up. She made sure your head was safely in the crook of his elbow, stroking your head one more time before stepping back in order to escort the ambassador to her chambers.

Once they had managed to get you tucked into the grand bed, the physician was announced and entered the room. Catherine sat beside you while he examined you, holding your hand in hers and squeezing it every so often. “It is a miracle that this accident was not worse,” the physician began, getting the Queen’s attention. “Nothing has been broken, thankfully. The cuts and bruises will soon heal in time with good care and rest…” He paused, closing the pouch which held his medical supplies. “But…?” Catherine prodded, glancing at your unconscious state with a frown. “Well, the head injury is serious. I will need to monitor the situation to see if there is any improvement.” The physician stood and bowed to your mother before heading towards the door. “I shall return in a few hours. In the meantime, the usual remedies should be administered.”

The Queen allowed her ladies-in-waiting to tend to your minor ailments, but since she refused to move away from your bedside Catherine was in the way. No one dared to tell her so, however. “Ambassador,” one of the ladies, Mistress Anne Boleyn, finally broke the silence. “If His Majesty is not already aware, he should be informed.” Chapuys hesitated for a second, glancing at the Queen to seek her permission to leave. He did not take orders from that ‘putain’. Catherine slowly nodded her head, and so he bowed before leaving to tell the King what had happened to you.

The other ladies-in-waiting were still tending to a cut on your leg, but Anne dipped some cloth into a bowl and reached up to tend to the wound on your head. “No.” Catherine pushed her hand away, before placing both hands on your shoulders, shielding you from any interference. “But Your Grace-” Anne tried to argue, but Catherine held her hands out to take the bowl and cloth. Anne relinquished her grip, bowing her head before moving away from you. “I shall tend to this myself.” The Queen began cleaning your wound so tenderly, as if she was afraid that you would break under her touch.

The next hour was in tense silence. Catherine held her prayer book in her hands, praying that you would be well, as tears rolled down her cheeks. Eventually, voices could be heard outside, and the ladies-in-waiting stopped in their tracks. “His Majesty, the King.” The announced arrival was the only thing that had persuaded Catherine to move away from you, as she stood waiting to receive her husband.

“Let me see my child,” Henry’s voice rang out clearly, as he purposefully strode into the room. Catherine placed her prayer book down on the bedside table, rushing towards the King with fresh tears in her eyes. “Oh, Henry…” Catherine clasped his wrist with her hands, her head bowed. His worry matched hers, and though he was fighting for their annulment, he made no resistance to her touch, instead clasping her hands in his own. Together they sat by your side, Henry gently kissing your forehead, Catherine sadly stroking your cheek.

You were beginning to be vaguely aware of their touch, of their presence. A soft whimper escaped you, as you slowly moved your head towards them. “Y/N?” Your eyes fluttered in response, before you reopened them fully. The faces of your parents swam into view, glancing at each other with a relieved smile. Their child was okay. “Mama? Papa?” You murmured, your eyes filling with tears. “We’re here, you’re safe.” Henry squeezed your hand, bringing it to his lips before giving your hand to Catherine.

“I must return to the celebrations.” The King announced, standing up abruptly. “I expect every care to given to Y/N so that they can recover quickly.” A chorus of “Yes, Your Majesty” rang out as he left Catherine’s chambers.

Catherine pressed her forehead to your own, cupping your cheek in her hands, and you smiled gratefully up at her. She could not have beared to lose you or Mary. She would win in the Great Matter for both of your sakes.

[cavernfullofexistentialdread]

Holy crap I can make my favorite red, yellow, green, and blue people meet

[novelconcepts]

If you get a chance to see the SIX US tour this time around, jump on it. The whole cast is unreal, and, as an unrepentant Howard fan—there is no gut punch like seeing “All You Wanna Do” live. I couldn’t breathe by the end of that one.

[minglana]

i know that my beloved catalan mutuals would murder me if they saw me say that catalunya actually prioritizes public transport bc of like rodalies or whatever, but my god this is so much better in comparison to aragon

[but-im-unbreakable]

rachel and monique haven't announced if theyre leaving yet which for sure means they've both been promoted to principal and just can't tell us yet

[letsgoravendors]

Anne: It says the next step is to roast the potatoes.

Kitty: I got this.

Kitty: AYE YOUR MOM YEAH—!!

[thepaladincosplays]

Feels like Wraiths have powers and/or appearance akin to elemental magic that manipulates the basic, often classical, components of nature. Weather, Ice, Plants, Time, Sound, etc. That makes sense them being the most powerful. It basically be fighting a natural disaster.

Exactly! Like imagine trying to go toe-to-toe with someone like Clockwork. It ain't happening lol.

[pithia]

Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for control, makes men prefer reason's imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work.

Louis Aragon

[genderkoolaid]

The question to ask at this point is “why?” Why pick on butches and FTMs when, as visibly marked “deviant” bodies, they clearly had less access to social and economic privilege than someone who might enjoy the fragile protections of the closet, or of heterosexual presumption? Why would butch masculinity or FTM masculinity be threatening to lesbian feminism? I would suggest that part of the answer (the part that is not simply transphobic) has to do with the political goals of lesbian feminism. As an identity politics movement, one that attempts to represent (to speak for) lesbians and women, lesbian feminism necessarily relies on what Janet Halley calls “coherentist assumptions” in order to articulate the political interests of the group. Coherentist assumptions, for Halley, do more than describe the shared traits of a core constituency; rather, they construct the shared traits that will count as the markers of identity, and distinguish the qualities that will count as ‘false consciousness,’ or betrayals of the core constituency. That is, coherentist assumptions work to interpellate subjects “from below, from within resistant social movements.” Butches and FTMs resist their interpellation as “women” from above–that is, from dominant cultural formations–as well as from below, from the subcultural formation of lesbian feminism. They therefore call into question the coherentist assumptions of lesbian feminism and are cast as betrayers of the “imagined community” lesbian feminism represents.

— Challenging Lesbian Norms: Intersex, Transgender, Intersectional, and Queer Perspectives by Angela Pattatucci-Aragon

[radiance1]

Let's combine your most common AUs

Instead of a teddy bear, 5 year old Danny has a plushy eastern dragon when he has his portal accident

Alternately, teen Danny gains the power to turn into a bear. Maybe an Ursa from MLP:FiM. Aragon probably still wants him for being a magic star bear in that case

Forgive me for the late response.

Hm, a two in one that I'm not sure which to do, so why not both!

Danny's favorite mythical creature was the eastern dragon, so much so that he begged his parents for a plushy of one for his birthday, they ordered one, and then he got one.

He's only ever been so happy when he found out about the wonders of space.

Despite his parents multiple attempts at trying to get him involved in Ghosts, he's just been spending his time playing around with his plush imagining both of them flying through space on super dangerous missions or exploring.

Of course, the one time he was interested in one of his parents inventions was because they said that the place they were trying to get too was basically like space.

As in, they meant the vastness of it and the unexplored territory.

But Danny took it as that it actually was space, and got extremely excited over it, much to his parents glee because he was finally showing interest in their work.

None of them could have guessed the fate that would befall such an interest, however.

An amount of time later, when his parents and sister were dead asleep, Danny sneaked his way down into the lab. Bypassing the security systems by using the methods he watched his parents do, not that they were sneaky with it, but they probably didn't expect him to remember them either.

So, in the dark of the lab, flashlight in hand, dragon plush in the other. He approached the portal. His parents said it was incomplete, but looking at it he didn't really see anything wrong with it, something about a power source and a few kinks they had to iron out that he booted from his mind. So, Dany stepped inside, just to look around, then he saw a random hole (where a button is supposed to be) and then, with his brilliant 5-year-old mind and under zero adult supervision, stuck his flashlight inside it to look around.

Such was the case of it somehow turning on, zapping Danny, his plush, and his flashlight all at once and remaking him into the body of a plush dragon boyo.

He was ecstatic at first when he found himself his plush toy because its cool, confused the next because he was glowing, even more so confused when he looked around and saw green and floating islands.

This wasn't space.

He didn't know how to get home, so he went exploring to try and find one.

===

Never has Danny so hated yet loved an ability of his.

Turning into a bear was never on his list of things he thought would ever happen to him, despite having fought an alternate him from a different timeline. Danny just, never thought that far about things like this.

Of course, an instant plus for him was that there were literal stars floating around inside his body and, if he concentrated enough, he would be able to form any constellation he wanted to!

The size was another plus, along with the physical strength that came with it. He could literally look down on anyone he wanted to, which is always good in his opinion.

Of course, the part he hated came in the form of an enemy previously forgotten and discarded, coming back for round 2, 3, 4, 5, etc. Trying to force him into a marriage.

Recently, he's just been slapping the guy around for a bit because leaving. But Prince Aragon was many things, surprisingly persistent was one of them, even if Danny could always be sure of his victory, it was annoying to the farthest reaches of space and back how many times he keeps coming back.

Of course, Danny had to vamoosh as soon as Prince Aragon came close to beating him even once, which is way too many times in his opinion. Hell, he even got Vlad of all people to help him cover for him when he went on the escape (how Jazz managed to do it, he would never know).

He eventually ended up in some random mountain, that's surprisingly furnished as if someone lived here, yet also extremely dusty and rundown as if it was abandoned. Then he decided, hey, why not just live here?

He just needed to fix it up a bit, which was require him to be human-ish (same as Dragon Danny, except this time with the bear paws, ears, tail and that) to get at the places that need a smaller and more dexterous hand.

Eventually, he did manage to clean up the place to relatively working order! Maybe replace some things, like that TV, but all in all he's happy with what he did!

What he wasn't happy with however, is these random people pulling up to his place and calling it their base.

[mayasaura]

As a former horse girl, I am standing up for horse girl Harrow rights. Sometimes you’re small and from a rural area so you put all your childhood angst into horseback riding. She would have a small black Arabian and they would have a deep unspoken bond, Aragon-style. She deserves a horse bestie.

While I have trouble imagining Harrow going for a hobby that's both athletic and requires a bond of trust with another living being, what are AUs for if not exploring new angles on characters? I support your horse girl Harrow AU. It would good for her, to have a living companion that doesn't understand complex human ideas like war crimes.

[goodqueenaly]

Which pre/post-Conquest events and in-series events do you think would be popular plays/operas in each of the Seven Kingdoms and Essos?

Well, we do get a bit of a sense of what sort of "history plays" have been written and performed in Braavos (though whether these have been popularized elsewhere in Essos is a bit of a mystery). Arya references the mummers of the Ship teaching her speeches from, among other plays, The Conqueror's Two Wives, presumably about Rhaenys and Visenya Targaryen (which I personally think would be a potentially fascinating study on the respective characters of as well as the relationship between the two sisters). Likewise, in "Mercy", Arya-as-Mercy notes that Izembaro borrows a threat from Prince Garin in Phario Forel's Wroth of the Dragonlords, a play about the doomed final resistance of the Rhoynar against the Valyrian Freehold. Of course, the main action in "Mercy" centers around the staging of Forel's newest work, The Bloody Hand, a play which - obviously more than a little loosely - adapts very recent Westerosi history, staged in that chapter for the entertainment of the Baratheon-Lannister court's envoy, Harys Swyft.

Westeros doesn't appear to have exactly the same theatrical tradition Braavos seems to have, but there are certainly both puppet shows and mummer's plays performed across the Seven Kingdoms. While the specific entertainments we've seen have been limited to either mythological (the story of Florian the Fool) or allegorical (the unsubtle tale of the kingdom of beasts reported by Qyburn to Cersei) subject matter, there might nevertheless be any number of opportunities for historical events to, no pun intended, take center stage. There are way, way too many historical events and figures in the roughly eight millennia of Westeros' existence as a collection of political entities (again, to say nothing of Essos), so these ideas are not even scratching the surface, but I thought I would come up with a few.

So, for example, the accusations against Queen Naerys and Prince Aemon (perhaps complete with a Katherine of Aragon-like defense by the queen) might mirror, say, Henry VIII. The collapse of the Gardener kingdom under the weak and ineffective Garth X, followed by a devastating civil war, feels to me like an opportunity for a Reach version of Henry VI (perhaps echoed with the Dance of the Dragons, many centuries later). Even the story of Torgon Greyiron might have its share of light Hamlet parallels, as the story of a royal son quasi-usurped from his royal place by the wicked murderer of his kinsmen while he was away from his homeland (though with Torgon having something of a more fortunate ending than Hamlet himself, naturally). Not, of course, that we need to limit our imaginations only to perfect parallels of Shakespeare plays (to say nothing of any other history playwrights). Benedict Justman, for one, seems like a figure whose life could be used to ask deep questions on, say, the nature of power, the importance of love versus duty, and the importance (or not) of legitimacy. The flight of the Manderlys from the Reach and their welcome by the Starks might likewise be used by some enterprising playwright to explore themes of justice (and injustice), alienation, and self-identity.

And of course, what entertainments might be popular would likely be dependent on the politics of any given time and/or place. Would, say, plays depicting King Ronard Storm have been popularized during the reign of King Aegon IV or King Daeron II - maybe to denounce Ronard's reign as defined by lasciviousness and resistance to lawful authority (as with Aegon's), but maybe also to depict a bastard as a stronger and more worthy heir than his legitimate half-brother (if, say, the play was written by Blackfyre partisans)? Perhaps in the immediate aftermath of Robert's Rebellion, Riverlands playwrights would have looked for inspiration to the heroic uprising of Edmyn Tully against the wicked tyrant Harren Hoare (though perhaps with less emphasis placed on the king rewarding Edmyn being the first of the recently overthrown Targaryen dynasty). Daeron I's conquest of Dorne might have encouraged pro-conquest playwrights to create works about King Durran the Young, whose similar name, apparently similar youth, and very bloody military campaigns against Dornish armies might have made a natural comparison for these creators (though probably less so the idea that King Durran supposedly "became besotted with his own niece in later life and died at the hands of his brother Erich Kin-Killer").

Personally, I would love to see more fanfic invent plays or similar entertainments from Westerosi history. I, of course, would be remiss not to note my own, albeit very humble attempt at a Westerosi history play, The True History of the Blackfyre Rebellion. (And please no one remind me that I have a second play that I probably have to completely rework and is certainly nowhere close to being done.)

[itshype]

Triple Threat (DC x DP)

So, this is based slightly on this prompt I wrote! Here is the link to my DC x DP masterpost, and one of my last notfics I posted here was Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss, Godhood where Danny and Vlad try to manipulate and mansplain their way out of trouble with the JLA. So, Danny and Billy are brothers. Maybe they're twins separated at birth, but I prefer that they bonded at some other point, maybe they adopted each other after meeting on the street. Danny's parents said they didn't care he was a halfa, but their behaviour changed so much because they were utterly incapable of hiding their fear of him. He ran away. Billy was at this time, already living on the streets.

They 'come out' to each other on the same day revealing their powers out of brotherly love and unconditional trust - not as an accident. And you know what? Trans Rights! They can come out that way too. At this point, Billy is working with the justice league and Danny is spending a lot of his time in the Zone. He is the king, but mostly his job is to be a key judicial figure as the 'only dude who can pretty much beat anyone up' and has a lot of friends there. Hey, the sovereign ruler of the ghost zone was locked up for thousands of years and nothing really seemed to happen so I can't imagine he'd have a lot to do day-to-day. Actually, instead of sleeping on the streets they both spend most nights in the Zone in Danny's Haunt (though I'd imagine Billy also sleeps frequently at the watchtower because the pair of them are quasi-immortal homeless children who also somehow have fulltime jobs that pay nothing. And the watchtower has a kitchen). When I think of Danny's personality displayed as a physical location, I think it looks like a little suburban street lined with weird ghostly trees growing sentient flowers. There's a nasty burger though it's empty of employees and food; they still use it as a dining room. His actual house (ghosts don't need one but I still think Danny would have one) is moderate in size and charming. But it has defences built in, to the same absurd level as home alone or that live action scooby doo film https://youtu.be/2x7W225iC88?t=62 where there's a trapdoor under the doormat. There's a park across the road (which is always empty of cars but has a pedestrian crossing anyways) with purple grass and some plants that are only vaguely carnivorous. Every now and then, Billy helps out Danny with some magic tomfoolery in the Zone (you cannot tell me Aragon's amulets or Desiree aren't magic over and above normal ghost shenanigans). In one of Billy's first ever team missions he calls Danny as backup. He barely knows these people and he knows he won't be able to do his best hero-ing when he can't fully trust them to watch his back. Phantom doesn't end up having to do much because the JLA members are nice and trustworthy, but he is physically and visibly there. At the conclusion of the mission, following a nice orderly debriefing, Wulf comes to pick up Danny to get Walker back in line. This is a point where there are only a few JLA members, but Batman carefully adds "Brother/Twin??: King of Ghosts - The Phantom" to Shazam's file and begins investigating ecto-activity. A few years pass. Enough that Billy’s and Danny’s lives get a lot busier. Billy is doing some non-traditional school shit (I refuse to google the laws around out-of-school younger-age education in a foreign country for a city that doesn’t exist) and Danny is now working in a space agency. He obviously can’t be an astronaut because of the required physical -which he would not be able to pass - and he is busy with king stuff often enough that going into space for half a year isn’t really do-able. I think his Jack Fenton genes might kick in and he bulks out just a tad. It took him a year to be able to look at his ghost self in the mirror because he looked like Dan’s scarier big brother.

The justice league stop some evil invasion but in the process disable a giant spaceship that is now floating, untethered through their solar system. The aliens had been prepared for superman so there is artificial kryptonite meaning he cannot just punt it into the sun. They contact some space scientists to help them figure out how much of a problem this floating object will be; if it will affect future space travel attempts, if it could crash into the moon or Earth itself, if benevolent alien visitors in the future could think Earth was full of deranged murderers if they came to visit and encountered it.

Every agency they contact recommends one guy.

So, Shazam has need of his cool older twin Danny to come and help out with this problem! He is visibly thrilled and eventually admits that Daniel Nightingale (he wasn’t going to add to the prestige of his parents name or risk dragging his career down with their shenanigans) is his brother.

Only a couple of the original members remember all those years ago that Marvel has a brother they’ve met and that’s who they’re expecting when Danny arrives with his team. Of course, the magic ghost is a good option for a dicey mission. But no, it’s Danny. He does a great job and there’s a lot of content here. But after Danny and Billy leave, Batman holds a meeting to update JLA members that have only been around a few years. Apparently, Captain “the champion of magic” Marvel, and Phantom – the king of ghosts are triplets with Danny “Just A Guy” Fenton.

[15-lizards]

Hello! I am a big fan of your hcs of fashion in Planetos. I was wondering if you had anyone for Maegor's reign and his six wives. We are all crazy for our girl Rhaena the lesbian, but i Wonder, how do you imagine Alys Harroway and Tyanna of Pentos's fashion? Alys gives me the vibes that she was quite never prepared to be Queen, so when she became one, her fashion was between showy but... cheap in some way? disastrous if that makes sense?

Now this is some good shit

Ceryse Hightower, Maegor’s first wife, was said to be “shrewish” which I take as her being a relatively modest young girl and becoming a pious older queen, shying away from anything attention catching after years of suffering under Maegor’s wrath. Her fashion was always loose and covering, leaving nothing but her hands and face exposed. A generally unassuming and forgettable queen. She was the scorned Catherine of Aragon to…

…Alys’ Catherine Howard. An innocent younger woman who could give the king sons, and is thus thrust into the role of queen, which she is wholly unprepared for. She is a young girl who was probably so excited to be the envy of all of Westeros, and wanted to buy the most expensive and ostentatious clothing she could. After their exile in Pentos, she is even more inspired by all the decoration on the locals clothing, and continues to dress in a showy, overcompensating way, up until her death

I am taking a marker to the Orientalist view of Tyanna and scribbling it all out. She wasn’t walking around like an evil seductress in one sheer layer of gauze she was decked out in fine fabrics, layers and layers of satin and silk and soft linen in order to create detailed skirts and soft shawls. Her rise to power is very evident through her clothing, because no former bastard courtesan would be dressing like one once they rose through the ranks.