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eddybelly · 2 years ago
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aemondapologistfrfr · 10 months ago
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What the Gods Gave Us
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fancast!benji blackwood x targ!fem!reader
apocalypse asoiaf/f&b au 
Summary: The Gods chose their own side during the dance of the dragons and decided to cast the realm into winter and death. Only three dragons remain alive to see the fruition of Aegon the Conquers dream. 
Warnings: 18+ mentions of death, death, swearing, blood, fingering, p in v, heavy au, plot heavy
Authors Note: a request from @chainsawsangel that I absolutely got carried away with :) in reality I should’ve made this multiple parts but fuck that we gots to see it thru
Word Count: 9k just be chill about it 
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When the dance began the Gods looked down upon us and frowned. They cast the world into winter and allowed death to come from above the wall. No one was spared from what broke down the barrier in the north and came flooding through. It didn’t happen slowly. In under a week the entire realm was cast in snow and bitter winds. Sicknesses wiped out entire houses. Noble and low born families alike were torn apart and scattered across the wastelands that used to once be the great seven kingdoms of Westeros. 
Winter took our entire family and most of our dragons. The only remaining Targaryens in this world are me and my two brothers. When the snow started sticking our mother sent us and our dragons to hide within the crumbling walls of Harrenhal. The only place that seems to be untouched from decay here is the weirwood. Its eyes follow us as we walk across the grounds as it pours buckets of blood from its eyes. There’s an old kind of magic about this fallen castle that deters the white walkers from entering. 
The only other living creature here is Alys Rivers who only speaks in riddles and hides herself away in her chambers with her potions and ramblings. We try to avoid her but we’ve made her an honorary member of our family. She cooks and cares for us and we offer her protection and go out and get supplies. Today’s supply run has us traveling to Ironmans bay. She’s seeking a specific plant that only grows on the coast of the Iron Islands. 
“Why must I stay here with her?” Luke whines pleading with me and Jace to come with.
“You are young and so is your dragon. We’re not risking it. Taking two dragons out is as big of a calling card that we can deal with.” Jaces voice does not falter as he orders Luke to stay. 
“Mother said we’re supposed to stick together.” Luke looks between the both of us with sad eyes. 
“We always come back.” I cup his cheek hoping to offer him comfort.
“Please come back.” Luke’s eyes water as he pulls us into a hug. 
It’s never my want to leave him behind but I would much rather have him here than out there with us. Jace and I cover ourselves with white fur and leave the main hall. Our dragons chuff to us as we mount and take to the skies. We always fly in the clouds if we’re able. We don’t want to announce our moves during these trying times. We fly over countless pyres. I’m thankful our word got out that the one way to kill these things is fire and we have the biggest weapon against them. 
The flight to the coast is quick and freezing. We land on the shores and pull out a rough drawing of the plant that Alys gave us. Jace curses under his breath and kicks the snow away. It took a lot of convincing on my end for him not to kill or kick Alys out of Harrenhal when we first arrived. He’s been so angry at the world and I get it. I’m living in this frozen hell with him and I’m slowly losing hope as the moons pass. 
“I don’t care about her stupid fucking plants. We could be using our time differently.” he crosses his arms standing next to Vermax. 
“Using our time to do what Jace? What else could we possibly be doing? If you want to go sulk around that crumbling castle then go.” my voice rises with my anger. 
His breath clouds in front of him as he sighs and begins to look for the plants we’re here for. I hear a groan of string and wood and fall to the ground as I hear the arrow coast through the breeze. I turn and see Jace rising from the ground unsheathing his sword. I turn and see a handful of men running towards us and another bursts out from the tree line and starts cutting them down one by one. Jace and I look to each other before we turn back to the man who was so ready to lay his life down for us. 
“That’s close enough.” Jace raises his blade to the man walking towards us who stops and falls to one knee. 
“I swore fealty to your mother and that extends to her children as well. My sword is yours.” he bows his head and I turn to Jace. 
“What do we need your fealty for? What do you think we’re ruling over? Death and decay?” the man’s head pulls up as he looks beyond as at our dragons. 
“If anyone could bring the realm back together it would be the dragons. It was word from your mouths that fire will kill them no?” he rises to his full height. 
“What is it that you want?” Jaces voice calls over to him. 
“Shelter and safety. These Bracken cunts slaughtered the last of my men. I’ve been hunting them down for days now.” he turns to them and lets sparks rain upon them as their bodies go up in flame.
“And what is your name?” I raise my chin looking him over. 
“Benjicot Blackwood.” he bows his head once more. 
“What is it that you can offer us if we take you with us?” I ask assessing him. 
“I have no dragon or dragon flame but I have a sword and flint and they offer the same results.” he holds his sword out with both hands offering it to us. 
“I say we burn him and leave.” Jace says from my side and my eyes bulge. 
“Why would we do that? He’s just one person. Surely we can use his hands and sword.” I try to reason with him. 
“I’m sure you would like to use his sword.” he sneers at me and it takes all my strength not to punch him in the face. 
“I will cut your tongue out if you speak to me like that again.” I hiss back to him. 
“If you want him then search him and see if your dragon will allow him to ride back with you. I’m not dealing with this.” he waves me off and walks back to his dragon. 
“Alright, let’s go.” I nod my head for Benjicot to come to me. “I will search your pack and person and then we will see if my dragon will allow you to ride him and then we’ll go back to where we stay.” I hold out my hand expectantly. 
“Where is it that you stay?” he hands me his pack and my hands stop searching as I see the plants Alys is looking for. 
“What are you doing with these plants?” I look to him with scrunched brows. 
“They help staunch the never ending hunger.” he tilts his head. 
“Very well, do you have anything on your person that I need to be concerned about?” I close the bag and toss it back to him. 
“You can come let your hands roam all over me and find out for yourself.” he smirks unabashed. “The only thing you might find concerning is how much you enjoy it.” I gasp at his words as a laugh falls from my lips. 
“You are very bold.” I offer him a smile of my own as I feel my body heat. “Let’s see if you get to come home with me or become a meal for my dragon.” I hum and he chuckles lowly walking to my side. 
My dragon looks over him licking his teeth. I don’t know if it’s boldness or lack of care for his life but he walks up to my dragon and holds his hands out. My dragon seems as taken aback as I am and looks to me and huffs. I shrug my shoulders and walk past Benjicot to his wing. 
“Well are you coming, Benjicot?” I turn raising my eyebrow to him. 
“You can call me Benji.” he smiles walking to my side with confidence in his step. 
Vermax and Jace shoot to the skies and we’re close behind them. Benji holds onto my sides tightly and I welcome in the extra warmth. The chill goes to the bone once the sun begins to set and I’m thankful for our quick flight back to our crumbling fortress. Benji slides down after me and Jace scoffs before strutting into the main doors. 
“You’ve found the plants.” she looks to Benji and I look to her confused but not surprised that she knew of Benji from all her self proclaimed premonitions that I’m starting to believe more of everyday.
“This is-“ 
“Benjicot.” Alys nods her head taking his pack and disappearing with it leaving us confused. 
“She’s an interesting woman.” Benji says chuckling. 
“Who is this?” Luke bounds down the stairs and looks to Benji.
“Benji Blackwood. We found him wandering.” I offer. 
“Jace isn’t happy.” Luke says looking to me. 
“I’m well aware.” I roll my eyes and turn to Benji. “Come let’s find you a room.” he trails after me as we walk deeper into the castle. 
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It has been just over a moon since we brought Benji back and Jace hasn’t gotten anymore welcoming. Luke on the other hand has taken a liking to him and it warms my heart to see Luke smile and laugh again. I want this for Jace but I don’t think he wants it for himself and that’s why he closes in on himself. I keep wanting to talk to Jace about Benjis words to us when we first met him. How us and our dragons could bring the realm back together. I talk about this a lot with Benji and he’s told me that there are survivors out there who believe this as well. I’ve been thinking about this nonstop and even have entertained the idea with Alys. 
“What do you propose?” Alys hums as I sit at the stone table while she’s crushing plants. 
“I don’t know. Something. We can’t possibly live like this forever. There has to be something we can do.” I try to search her eyes for any clue of to what she’s thinking. 
“The Gods are angry.” she offers me an unsettling smile. 
“They’ve taken it out on the realm what else is there left for them to take?” I ask exasperated. 
“They can take anything they please.” she hums moving around the table. 
“There has to be something we can do to change the tides. Are we not of the line that is supposed to end this war? Is the song of ice and fire truly just a tale?” I nibble on my bottom lip and she turns quickly to me. 
“So you know?” she raises an eyebrow. 
“Of the dream, yes, but what are we to do? There’s only three of us.” I sigh rubbing my forehead. 
“Return to Dragonstone and retrieve the glass.” her words ominous. 
“What glass?” I ask tilting my head. 
“Beneath the castle. You’ll know it when you find it.” she waves me off. “Bring both of your brothers and Benjicot.” she adds as I exit. 
As I walk up the stairs to find them my mind races with the confirmation Alys just gave me. I know Jace is going to scold me but I truly believe this with my being. I find Jace and Luke lounging in front of the great hearth. Benji is sat on the other side of the room near the window gazing out. I call Benji over near the fire and begin to tell them of my conversation with Alys and what we must do.
“You’re just as mad as her if you think I’m coming with you.” Jace scoffs at me.
“This is our chance to try and set things right. We’re the last dragons. Mother told us of the song of ice and fire and you want to ignore that? Winter is here. She chose you as her heir for a reason. Start acting like it.” I rise along with my temper. 
“You think a story will save us now?” he tosses his head back and laughs. 
“There’s no harm in trying, we either sit here and starve to death or try to do something. We can find the other survivors, unite the realm once more. We can kill these things, brother. We can set the realm back to how it was supposed to be, together, as a family.” I plead with him trying to show him reason. 
“Do you include your stray in our family now?” he shoots Benji a dirty look. 
“My stray has a name and he has been nothing but kind to you. Why do you despise him so much?” I shake my head at his ridiculousness. 
“Because he feeds your obsession about saving the realm when it’s already a frozen wasteland beyond repair.” Jace turns to Luke for support who avoids his eyes. “Oh you believe this too?” he chuckles to himself at a loss.
“What harm will it cause to go home for one day. Remember what used to be, what could be again.” Luke speaks softly. 
“One day.” Jace says looking to me. 
“Just one.” I nod my head. 
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The stone walls have never felt more cold than they do now in this abandoned castle. The wind seems to whisper as we pass through the empty halls sharing the story of our downfall. This once great castle brimming with life and happiness now offers us a cold embrace. Our dragons rumble beneath the floors from the pits and I allow myself to remember how lively these halls once were. Our home taken by fate.
“I’m going to my chambers. Let me know when you’ve found what you’re looking for so we can get off this freezing rock.” Jace bounds up the stairs out of sight. 
“Go after him.” I nod to Luke not wanting Jace to feel so alone and unheard. I sigh pulling my furs around me. Benji walks over to me and rubs his hands on my arms trying to warm me up some.
“Do you think I sound crazy, Benji?” I look to him with furrowed brows.
“We walk alongside death, Princess. I don’t think there’s anything crazy about wanting for something better.” he offers me a reassuring smile. 
“Then we must go to the pits.” I turn walking to the stairs. 
I hear him a step behind me and smile. Benji stops to light a torch for us and we enter the dark cave. I get us quickly to the bottom and we start through the small tunnels. I plunge us deeper as the air gets cooler. The torch catches on an opening showing us something dark and glossy. A smile spreads across my face as I take in the shimmering rock. 
“Dragon glass.” I turn to Benji. 
“How much does she want?” he asks looking at the massive trove in front of us.
“I’m assuming as much as us our dragons can carry.” I crane my neck to see the extent of the obsidian walls. 
“Do you think Jace will carry some?” he asks my thoughts out loud.
“I will make him. I believe in this and him. He is King even if he doesn’t speak it.” my voice hushed. “Do you think if he calls the survivors will answer?” I look to him as he looks at me with admiration. 
“Who would be bold enough not to answer the dragons call?” he chuckles. “I believe in what you say. You are a good sister, a good person, to keep faith in him when he doesn’t even have it for himself.” his words have me thanking Alys  for sending me to find those plants. 
“Thank you, Benji.” my voice barely a whisper as I look to him. 
“You are strong and resilient and any smart man knows there’s always a woman holding the realm together.” his words cause a welcome warmth to my cheeks. 
“I fear the realm has fallen apart.” I look away.
“You didn’t set that in motion. You are helping reclaim and rebuild. You will never have to carry that weight alone as long as I breathe.” my eyes see the sincerity across his features. 
“Thank you, Benji.” I cup his cheek before leading us out of the caves once more to find my brothers. 
They both groan at diving into the pits with me and Benji but follow nonetheless. Their eyes alight with wonder as they look around the obsidian cave. Jace places a hand on one of the rocks jutting from the ground and a warm breeze comes from deep within the ground. Just as quick as the warmth spreads it is replaced with ice. 
“What is it you want me to do?” Jace turns to me. 
“We need to mine as much of this as we can and bring it back with us.” I search Jaces face to see his mood. 
“This seems as if it will take more than the day I was promised.” Jace sighs. 
“We can figure it out. We can get you and Vermax loaded up first and you can go back to Harrenhal tonight if you want.” my eyes pleading. 
“I can stay and help.” a smile starts to spread across my face. “Don’t get too excited.” he glares at me and I have to bite my lip from smiling even wider. 
“Let’s go find some tools and start moving this out of the caves.” I nod my head leading us to the armory. 
As I push the doors to the armory open the castle seems to let out a breath it was holding since before this never ending winter. We all walk in and look around to find tools and carts. On the center table I spot two swords and a dagger with a parchment containing our mother’s handwriting. I call Jace and Luke over as we read her last words to us. 
My sweet children- 
Should you find this letter and our family blades it means you know what must be done now. My father always believed the song of ice and fire to be true and now I see that it is. The realms fate is left to you three. Jacaerys, I leave you Catspaw, the blade passed down to heirs over the years. Luke, my sweet boy, I leave you Blackfyre, do not allow anyone to underestimate you. Y/n, I leave you Dark Sister, that has been wielded by the strongest of us. Get the dragon glass and call the realm together. I’m sorry I’ve left this burden on you three. I love you, you were always the best of me.
-Mother
We look to each other with tear filled eyes and hold on to one another tightly. We sniffle and settle our breathing before nodding to one another. As we all grab for the blades we feel another warm breeze kiss across our faces. We turn and see Benji staring at us in awe. He shakes his head at a loss and falls to his knee. 
“The remaining dragons shall save us and cast the winter out of the realm.” he bows his head to us. 
“Rise, Benji. We have work to do.” Jace nods his head and I try to hide my smile that he called Benji by his name for the first time. 
We begin to pick up axes and shovels and toss them into carts. We make our way back down to the caves with a new sense of purpose. The next couple of hours are filled with grunts and curses at the hard rock. We take turns carting it to our dragons who look at us curiously as they curl up together. The energy we’re exuding actually has us hot for once and we take a break to walk the grounds. We end up standing in front of the weirwood as it stares back at us. The blood tears seem to still be ever flowing but less than what we’ve seen at Harrenhal. 
We decide to rest for the night and go about sourcing wood for a fire. After splitting up the frozen soup Alys sent us with we heat it over a fire in the main hall. We eat silently and quickly ready to sleep and start tomorrow anew. We each grab some wood and part ways and head for our chambers. As I’m making my way to my chambers I notice Benji is still trailing after me. 
“Where are you going?” I turn and raise an eyebrow to him. 
“To your chambers?” he tilts his head as if it was obvious. 
“I don’t remember inviting you.” I chuckle shaking my head. 
“It’s cold. We should share a bed. It’s the smart thing to do.” the smile that spreads across his face is serpentine. 
“Where is this concern when we’re at Harrenhal?” I smile before continuing down the hall to my chambers. 
“Are you asking me to move into your chambers with you?” he purrs quickening his pace to walk at my side. 
“We’ll see how tonight goes.” I hum as I push my chamber doors open and sigh at the familiar sight. 
“If there’s anything you need or want of me don’t hesitate to ask.” he says lowly before going to the stone hearth and starting a fire.
“Let’s move the mattress next to the hearth.” I toss the wood on the floor along with my bags. 
“Mm, how romantic.” he rises from the hearth and looks down to me. 
“It’s so we can be warmer.” I glare up at him. 
“I’ll keep you warm, don’t worry.” he strokes the side of my cheek before stepping around me and walking to the bed. I turn to him with red cheeks and cross my arms. “Stop pouting and come help me.” he chuckles. 
I flare my nostrils and walk over to my bed. I push my blankets and furs to the center and grab the edge of the bed to lift it. Benji lifts his side and we drop it on the ground a couple feet back from the hearth. I turn and look around my chambers taking them in. I never thought I would see these walls again. I pull Dark Sister from its sheath and place it on the table and look upon it. 
“A powerful weapon for a powerful woman.” Benji comes from behind me and looks over my shoulder. 
“I hope I’m not sending us all to our doom.” I whisper turning to him. 
“If you are, I will gladly stand by your side.” his voice doesn’t carry its usual playful demeanor. 
“Do you think we can do it?” I search his eyes. 
“I do.” he nods his head. “It will be hard but we’ve endured this far.” we slowly begin to lean into each other’s body heat. 
“Thank you for believing in me and not thinking I’m crazy.” I look up to him as our chests are almost touching. 
“I never said I didn’t think you were crazy, I said your idea wasn’t crazy.” a smile splits across his face and I push him back. 
“You’re such an asshole, you can-“ 
He pulls me into a rough kiss and I completely forget why I was angry. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and my arms wrap around his back holding him to me. One of his hands tangles into my hair holding my lips against his. His other hand holds my lower back molding me to him. We stay tangled in each other until we both pull back panting. 
“What were you saying?” he says lowly with his smirk back on his face. 
“Now I’m saying you’re an arrogant asshole and you can find somewhere else to sleep.” I glare up to him before looking at his lips and he chuckles catching the movement. 
“Want to try again and sound like you mean it?” his words taunting me. 
“Benji,” I warn huffing. 
“Hm?” he licks his lips and I roll my eyes at him brushing past him to the mattress. 
His hand reaches out and grabs my arm. He turns me towards him. I look up to him expectantly waiting for him to say or do something. I relent and start to reach up to capture his lips once more, over his games and he tips his head up making me chase his lips out of my reach. 
“I didn’t take you as such a tease. Or maybe you can’t get it hard?” I try to pull my arm out of his grasp but he just tightens his fingers. 
When he captures my lips this time it’s bruising and takes my breath away. His hands begin to pull off my clothes. When his rough hands meet my flesh I gasp into his mouth. I start to push off his clothes and he helps quicken the process. When our skin presses together I sigh at the warmth. We don’t separate as we fall to the mattress in a clash of tongues and teeth. He kisses down my jaw and I arch up into him gasping as I feel his hardened length slide against my wetness. 
“Benji,” I mewl as he rubs against my bud. 
“Hush,” he says before pushing into me. 
My breath catches at the stretch of him. He chuckles looking at my scrunched brows as I squirm beneath him. He slowly starts to rock into me until my moans become broken. His hips snap into mine and I feel my pleasure begin to coil. As he wraps my legs around his waist he starts a brutal pace. I throw my head back into the pillow as my hips meet his. I come undone around him and he grunts but keeps his pace. 
“Is my cock hard enough for you, Princess?” he dips down to whisper in my ear as he continues to rut into me. 
“Yes, Benji please,” I cry out feeling my high quickly approaching again. 
Our breaths come out in pants as we chase our highs. He rolls his hips into me and I whimper as he brushes against my sensitive bud. His trusts begin to falter as I start to pulse around him. He stills as I feel his warmth fill me. He brings his lips to mine as we still try to catch our breath. He rolls off of me placing one more kiss on my forehead. He pulls the furs over us and pulls me to his chest. 
“Do you still think I’m an asshole?” I roll my eyes and turn over putting my back to him. 
“I must’ve not fucked you hard enough if you’re still pouting.” he pulls me back to his chest. 
“I’m limited on options.” as the words leave my mouth his hand lands on my backside hard making me jolt into him. 
“Go to bed before I decide you don’t need any sleep.” his voice low as we hold each other tightly to ward off the cold.
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Over the past three days we’ve been able to collect as much dragon glass as our dragons can carry. I’m thankful to finally get back to Harrenhal because we’re low on food and supplies. As we make our way to our dragons my brother and I look back at our home. None of us are brave enough to say goodbye or even to express hope to return again someday. We know the path ahead now is victory or peril. 
The flight back to Harrenhal feels as if it takes forever. Once we land Alys sweeps out through the main gates and looks us all over. She assesses the dragon glass and nods in approval at the amount we got. She ushers us inside and pours us tea and hot soup. 
“I’ve begun sending word around the realm that their King calls for them.” she says this as if it’s just another daily task. 
“Alys,” Jace sighs. “What was the message? We should’ve planned this together.” he shakes his head. 
“This has been planned long before you were born, boy. I’ve been waiting for you to stop throwing your tantrums to start moving the plans into place.” Alys turns to him with a motherly tone. 
“And where are you calling these survivors to rally?” Jace sets his spoon down completely abandoning his soup. 
“Winterfell, of course.” Alys tosses over her shoulder before returning to her poultices.
“Are there any survivors that far north?” Luke asks shaking his head.
“The one who carries Ice still lives.” she doesn’t even deign to turn around.
“How is it that you know all this? The ravens don’t carry messages anymore.” I ask my eyes boring into her back.
“There’s another raven that still carries messages if you know how to listen. The trees whisper too, I’m surprised you haven’t heard them.” she hums absentmindedly. 
“I need proof that there is reason for us to pack up and go north. The winds are surely deadly that far up.” Jace takes a sip of tea.
“Then follow me.” Alys’ skirts swish out of the hall and we all get up and trail after her. She takes us out to the Godswood and we stand in front of the crying weirwood. “Do any other of you have a lack of faith in the song of ice and fire?” she turns and assesses us. 
I turn to look at Luke and Benji and they both seem contented that the song is absolute certainty. We all turn to Jace who has a pout back on his face still not convinced. Alys smiles and gestures for him to come closer. She reaches for his hand and he reluctantly gives it to her. When she places his hand on the tree it feels as if the sun is shining on us for the first time in moons. When I look up I still see the same overcast sky and sigh.
Jace has gone completely still as the blood flows over his hands. His eyes are watering as his features go blank. He doesn’t seem to be in any pain but I’m still concerned for him nonetheless. I go to rest my hand on him and Alys stops me. 
“Do not interrupt this. He’ll be fine.” she whispers and I step back to Benji and Luke. 
Luke clings to me as we wait for Jace to come back to the present. The minutes drag on for what feels like hours. Benji comes to my other side and rests his head on my shoulder and I drink in his warmth. We huddle together and our spines straighten as Jace inhales deeply.
“It’s true.” he turns to us with tears streaming down his face as he pulls us into a hug. 
“What happened?” I pull back so I can assess him.
“I saw.” his voice still far off. “I saw everything.” he pulls Catspaw from his belt and holds it between us. 
“To Winterfell?” I search his eyes.
“To Winterfell.” Jace nods and walks past us back into the crumbling castle with a new found sense of purpose.
“What of you, Alys?” I turn to her and she smiles. 
“I will be there should you need me.” she hums walking past us into the castle after Jace.
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We stop every night on the way to Winterfell. Our dragons can only handle the chill for so long. We have them scorch the lands around us encircling us in a wall of flame. We are hoping to see some of the survivors Alys has talked about but the road has been silent. We curl up on the frozen ground clinging to one another for warmth. Sleep only offers us a reprieve for a couple of hours before we’re back in the wind. 
“How much longer?” Luke whines as he hugs onto Arrax. 
“If we push through we could make it a couple hours after moonrise.” Jace hums trying to see how we feel. 
“We can load up on furs. If Arrax can support him I’ll send Benji with you to help keep the chill off.” I nod trying to get us to Winterfell as soon as possible. I don’t know if we can survive another night outside in these temperatures, no matter how much fire our dragons supply. 
“You don’t have to baby me, Y/n.” Luke groans rolling his eyes at me. 
“You are a baby, Luke.” Jace laughs and I look to him with a smile of my own. I haven’t heard his genuine laugh in so long.
We decide on giving Luke as many of our furs that he could wear and still see. Arrax didn’t take too kindly to Benji and we didn’t want to stress anyone out. I give him more furs than Jace because I’ll have Benji behind me to help retain my heat. We mount the dragons and push forward to Winterfell. 
As the sun sets behind the clouds the temperature drops almost instantly. My muscles tense as I lean back into Benji. He opens his jacket and pulls me against his chest. He buries his head into my neck and I feel my body heat as his hair tickles me. He offers soft kisses to my neck that help distract me as the wind bites. 
As the hours drag by my body begins to shake trying to make its own heat. I look worriedly to my brothers who are probably in the same state and they don’t have someone to offer them extra warmth. I bury my head in my hands trying to regain feeling on my cheeks and nose. 
“We’re about an hour out. Once we’re in our chambers I’ll make sure you’re so hot you’ll be begging to go roll in the snow.” his words brush my ears and my entire body heats. I lean back appreciatively and excited about the warmth he’s offering. 
I fill my mind with thoughts of the man behind me and soon the blush on my face is heating my extremities. His arms wrap tighter around me as if he’s doing the same thing. Our bodies mend together pulling heat from one another. The walls of Winterfell finally come into view and I let out a choked sob. I see there are torches lit and it looks as if the integrity of this castle has still remained intact. Our dragons land inside the gates and burn the ground before us and I sigh in relief at the warmth as it licks at us.
“Welcome back, Your Grace.” a northern man with a large sword down his back approaches us.
“Lord Stark.” Jace nods his head before they laugh and hug each other.
“I’mglad that you guys are reunited but I would like to be reunited with warmth.” I say with a bite in my voice as Benji laughs next to me.
“Of course,” Cregan nods his head and we enter the warm halls quickly. 
“How is this the warmest place we’ve been in moons?” I sigh bringing my hands to the fire. 
“It was built to withstand the winter. After all, it’s always winter up here, Princess.” Cregan smiles to me. “We also have hot springs that should help you defrost and if that doesn’t help I’m sure we could find another way.” he chuckles as my red cheeks and Benji comes up to my side promptly. 
“We would love to try the hot springs.” Benji smiles to Cregan before wrapping his arm around me. Cregan brushes this off and walks back over to Jace and Luke. He leads us to the guest chambers. Benji tells him that he’s sharing with me and I roll my eyes at his dramatics. 
“Then I guess I won’t offer you a place in my chambers.” Cregan leans down and whispers into my ear. As he pulls back my cheeks are tinted and Benji is fuming next to me. “Someone will be up here shortly to bring you to the hot springs.” he smirks at me before shutting the door.
“Are you serious?” Benji turns me towards him.
“What?” I tilt my head still flushed from Cregans words.
“You’re lucky I didn’t take you in front of him.” he growls pulling me to him. 
“Benji,” I gasp as he starts pulling my furs off. “It was harmless.” he starts to pull off my shirt and I bite my lip as his hands find my skin.
“Harmless? He all but asked you to fuck in front of me.” he says through his teeth as he lifts my shirt off. 
“He did not.” I say hushed as his hands slide up my bare skin.
“What did he say that had you blushing?” he fingers brush against my nipples and a whimper falls from my mouth.
“He said,” I gasp as he pinches one of my nipples. “He said he was going to offer me a place in his chambers.” my hands rest on his arms as he continues to fondle across my chest.
“Is that what you want?” I shake my head at his words. “Tell me whose bed you want to be in.” his voice low as his hand dips beneath my waistband. 
“Benji,” I cling to him as his fingers spread my wetness. 
“Go find a robe.” I whine as he removes his hand. “Someone should be here to bring us to the hot springs soon.” he leaves me squeezing my thighs together. 
I huff and walk over to the wardrobe hoping there was something left. I sigh thankful that there are some robes left over. I slide my trousers down my legs and quickly wrap myself in the robe. I turn and toss Benji a robe and try not to let my eyes linger on his exposed torso. He starts to unlace his trousers and I look to him with low lids as he chuckles at me. He slides them off and I squeeze my thighs once more taking in the length of him. There’s a knock on the door and Benji is quickly slipping the robe on and walking to the door. 
“It seems as if I’m the only one left awake to take you both.” Cregan takes up our doorway and I internally groan. 
“Mm, of course.” Benji exhales grabbing my hand and pulling me to his side. 
The walk through the castle is silent and I can feel Benjis frustration pouring off of him. I squeeze his hand to try and get him to focus on anything else but he keeps his eyes focused on Cregans back. We start down a stone staircase and as we enter the cavern I sigh as the warm air kisses my face. I see that there’s more than enough space for the three of us to be here comfortably. I walk past them both and begin to dip into the water. Once my bottom half is in the water I slip off my robe and sink beneath and let out a breathy moan. 
I close my eyes as I let the hot water soothe my muscles. I sink lower into the water and I feel it ripple next to me. I peek an eye open and see that Benji has claimed a seat next to me. The water shifts again and I see that Cregan has also gotten in. I sit back up and feel the tension in the water and roll my eyes. Benjis hand falls to my thigh and my head snaps to him. 
“So are you guys together?” Cregans voice carries across the stone walls and I groan knowing this will set Benji off.
“Yes.” he says as his fingers grip on my thigh spreading them open. 
“Mm, how long?” Cregan looks to me as Benjis fingers slide to my core.
“Couple moons now.” I try to keep my voice steady as he swirls around my bud. 
“Where did you find her?” Cregan shifts to Benji and I’ve never been more thankful as he dips a finger into me. 
“Near the Iron Islands. I saved her and Jace from some Bracken beasts.” Benji narrows his eyes at Cregan as he pushes a second finger into me and a moan slips out. I try to cover it by clearing my throat but I can tell Cregan caught it. 
“Do you both need some privacy?” Cregan chuckles at my red cheeks and Benji keeps pushing his fingers into me. 
“If you wouldn’t mind.” Benji uses a patronizing tone. “She’s been begging for my cock since we started the journey here.” he chuckles and I snap my head to him ready to scold him until his thumb rubs against my bud and I’m hoping that Cregan will leave soon because I can’t contain the whimpers leaving my lips. 
“Treat her well. Or I will.” Cregan chuckles again before standing out of the water unabashed. Benji starts moving his fingers faster and I try to close my legs around his hand. 
“Benji.” I mewl as he continues with his motions.
“She’s content here.” Benji chuckles waving Cregan off. 
“Are you done now?” I pant at Benji.
“Not even close.” he growls as he flips me so my chest is against the cool stone. “Gunna fuck you here because I know he’s listening on the stairs.” he breathes into my neck as he lifts my hips.
“You sound paranoid.” I turn to look at his dark eyes as I spread my legs open for him. 
“I don’t care.” he pushes into me in one movement and I rest my cheek against the stone. 
Moans begin pouring from my lips as the water laps against us. His pace is quick and I have no hope of covering the curses and whines that fall from my mouth. The second his fingers brush against my bud my body goes taught. He continues to push into me as my high spreads through me. My hips push back into his as I continue to chase more pleasure.
“You like when I fuck you like a common whore?” he pulls me up against him and wraps his fingers around my neck.
“Fuck, Benji, please,” I whine as my chest heaves. 
The hand that he has supporting my waist goes to my bud and I contract around him as my pleasure washes through me. I feel his thrusts get sloppy as he begins to fill me. He slips out of me quickly pulling a moan from my lips. I brace my hands on the stone as I catch my breath. 
“When you’re ready we’re going back up to our chambers and I’m gunna fuck you until he knows you’re mine.” he sits back and I nod to him with flushed cheeks.
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It’s been almost a moon since we’ve landed in Winterfell and the amount of survivors showing up is astonishing. We have a large camp circled around the walls that grow larger by the day. As more people arrive we give them dragon glass to shape into weapons of their choice. We’ve had confirmation dragon glass works on the white walkers and everyone seems relieved to have finally confirmed this theory. 
“When do we march north? Or are we staying here? What is the plan?” I look to Jace as I sprawl across his couch. Benji and Luke are sat at the table and look to Jace ready for his commands. 
“We fight here. He will come to us in the end.” Jace nods and goes to look out the window at the growing host around us. 
“Who will come?” Luke asks nibbling his lip.
“The night King. We kill him and this ends. We go home.” his voice seems far away and we look to each other with confused brows.
“You’re starting to sound like Alys, brother.” I chuckle and he turns to me with a smile. 
“Surprisingly, I don’t take offense.” he smiles sitting on a chair across from me. “I saw him beginning to march here. He has a large host of white walkers with him that he has no care if they live or die. We’re fighting for something. We have a reason and purpose. Fate is on our side. He will be here during the hour of the wolf.” he turns to look at Luke and Benji. 
“Tonight?” Benji asks taken aback.
“Yes, so get some rest. We either come out victorious or die.” Jace rises nodding to us. 
Benji, Luke, and I leave Jaces chambers to go and find a couple hours of sleep. We drop Luke off at his chambers and I hug him tightly and kiss his head. We make our way back to our chambers and collapse to the bed. We simply hold each other and curl up under the covers basking in each other’s warmth.
I sit up in bed as a loud horn is blown. Benji is looking out the window and I rise and go to his side. The castle seems to be surrounded by flame as I see a white mass headed for us. I turn back to the chambers trying to wake myself up quicker. I start to pull on my armor and sheath Dark Sister at my side. I turn back to Benji who is holding his hand out to me. 
“Are you ready?” I ask him slipping my hand into his. 
“I am. With the three dragons burning from above we will be able to be victorious on the ground.” he nods to me. We make our way to the main hall and see the remaining leaders gathered. On approach I see Alys coming out of a dark hall.
“What are you doing here?” I look to her confused.
“Making sure you both were awake for this war. They need you.” she nods us over to the conversation being held. 
“My siblings and I will be in the skies burning as many as we can without burning our own men. This is our last stand. We have all of the tools we need to succeed. It’s now or never. May the Gods choose our side.” Jaces voices carries throughout the hall and I tear up hearing him speak so confidently.
“A word sister?” Jace nods his head to the corner where Luke is waiting for us. “I wanted to tell you what I saw when I touched that tree. I saw us all here. Making the prophecy come true. Everything we have done has led us right here. We can reclaim this realm and break it free from the icy grasp of the Gods. It will be a new age for us. These men and women believe in us and will follow us even to their death.” his words cause my heart to tighten knowing no matter how much dragon flame and glass we use we will still suffer losses. 
“I will follow you even if it means my death, my King.” I lower my head and I see Luke do the same at my side.
“You both will live. I can’t do this without you. Together we will revive the Golden Age.” his words capture my breath. 
We all embrace and begin to walk out of the hall. Benji returns to my side and walks with us to our dragons. I make sure he’s armed with as many dragon glass weapons as his person can carry. I look up to him unable to help the worry written across my face. He smoothes my brow before placing his lips softly on mine. 
“If you die tonight, I won’t let them burn you. I’ll keep you as my white walker pet or something.” I pull back and look to him with furrowed brows and he barks out a laugh.
“I’ll try my best to stay alive.” he smiles down at me. “But it seems as if I’ll see you after regardless.” he kisses me once more and disappears into the sea of men and women. 
I sigh and turn to my dragon and see my brothers also talking to their dragons. I hug around my dragons neck and he lets out soft chuffs. Jace looks to Luke and nods and offers me the same motion. I begin to mount and once I’m settled and clipped into my saddle I turn back to my brothers once more. Jace and Vermax shoot into the sky and his dragon alights the sky with dragon flame. Luke and I fly up in unison our dragons spitting flame and washing the world in red for a couple moments. 
Our dragons cry out and we dip down aiming for the approaching white hoard. We all separate and bathe the undead in a fiery bath. A horn is heard from behind us and we hear the war cries from our host as they clash with the dead. A cool wind sweeps down from the north and I gasp as the world is cast in a blizzard. Our dragons cry out at being blinded and spit fire around the skies hoping to find a break. 
My heart beats wildly as my dragon and I try to find our way to the ground. He dives down spraying flame to clear our path and once we land we’re engulfed in flame as Luke lands next to me. White walkers approach us an instant later and our dragons call out as we’re surrounded. Luke and I dismount and pull our blades. There’s no time for hesitation as we begin swinging. Where our blade lands death follows and our dragons finish them with flame. I risk a glance into the skies for Jace and shake my head as I see nothing.
This has to work. It couldn’t have all been for nothing. All of the death and loss had to have meant something. My emotions pour into Dark Sister as I begin to court death. I hear Lukes grunts from a couple feet away as he’s engaged in a dance with two white walkers. I gape as he cuts them both down and doesn’t falter before he moves to the next. Pride surges in my chest as I focus on the walkers in front of me. As I swing my blade the blizzard begins to let up and I can finally see the host around us and see we’re not too far from the walls. 
The sun begins to rise washing the word in the normal gray as we continue to fight. I take small glances at the force around us and allow myself to smile as I see that a majority of us are still standing. I push off the walkers and run to Luke. 
“Mount Arrax and find Jace and then come and get me.” I take over the walkers he was dealing with as he shoots to the sky. I watch him fly north and turn my focus back in front of me. My dragon picks off the walkers that try to get to me when I’m further engaged. Arrax gives out a cry above me and I’m quickly mounting and flying after him. I follow him to the weirwood inside the walls and land running to the tree. There I spot Jace standing in front of a man made of ice. This clearly has to be the night King. 
“Jace,” I breathe out as I see the two Kings standing off. 
Jace lunges and their bodies are too close together to see what’s happening. Luke and I stand there frozen not knowing what to do. I hear a blade cut against flesh and I gasp. Jace staggers back hand still wrapped around Catspaw that is sticking out of the Kings chest. He twists and pulls it out swiftly and the King falls to the ground. Jace turns to us, blade in hand, and the sun begins to break through the clouds. It casts across Jaces face and the weirwood behind him. 
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It’s been six moons since the sun shone upon our faces again. The losses the realm endured were too many to count. Rebuilding has taken time and will take longer than our own lives allow. Jacaerys was coronated in Winterfell before we flew to Kings Landing to see what remained. We all have been slowly healing and moving forward. Today in the peak of summer as the sun is its highest Jacaerys will be coronated again before the masses in Kings Landing. 
The remaining Lords and Ladies of the realm stand on the dais beside us as a crown is placed on his brow by the new High Septon. This crown has been forged with dragon glass and valyrian steel and named after him as the Reclaimer. Jace smiles and nods to us before he turns to the crowd and they erupt in cheers. 
“Jacaerys Targaryen, First of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, the Reclaimer.” the High Septons voice reverberates off of the walls of the dragon pit as the crowd continues to cheer.
“I told you that the dragons would be able to reclaim the realm. I always believed in this outcome.” Benji whispers in my ear and I turn to him with a wide smile. 
“Stay here with us.” I look up to him with pleading eyes. “With me.” my voice soft.
“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you.” he dips down and places o kiss on my forehead.
“I should hope not or I would have to marry Cregan.” I smile up to him.
“Do not start.” his voice low as he pulls me against him before he pulls us off of the dais and he’s leading us into a carriage back to the Keep.
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marilynthornhilllover · 10 months ago
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To Become A Dragon Rider
Rhaenyra .Targaryen X Fem!Reader
Warning: smut 18+, breast sucking, speaking in high valerian, french kissing , slight masturbation, choking , mommy kink, tamed kink, praise kink, fingering, riding of fingers, Rhaenyra being controlling and dominant.
N.B: the valerian translation is not perfect, I used the shows translation,the rest I got from Google so forgive me if it is not 100% accurate.
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As the queen's loyal advisor and hand it was your swore duty to inform her when her plans or acts were outrageous or not align with what the realms wishes. Rhaenyra was planning to send Elinda to king's landing to recruit all the long forgotten targaryen bastard that were swept under the carpet and kept hidden for years.
Her plan was to bring them to dragonstone to have them claim a dragon. Either vermithor or sliverwing. You tried to talk her grace out of the corruptible act. It was beyond dangerous to even think about nonetheless to even put a foot to attempt. It was a huge risk, and rhaenyra knew that but so did the dragonseeds.
Also, wherein doing this act she weakens Jacaerys' claim to the throne and his birth right to succeed her when she dies. It was no lie that Jace was a basterd, everyone knew that. Perhaps when rhaenyra laid with ser harwin she didn't think others will know, maybe didn't think he'd take his hair color....
They knew that without a doubt in the world that the chance that stood before them claiming a dragon was perhaps none. Dragons were said to be Gods, what makes a targaryen different from men. And the price you pay for attempting to claim one was death.... your life was the price.
Having a dragon was jace's only excuse to the claim that he wasn't a basterd, because basterds couldn't ride on dragons yet with this his excuse falls short of it's validity. You tried breaking it down for her in the sweetest most understandable way possible, but rhaenyra was a targaryen. And whatever she wishes, she shall have.
You walked slowly behind her, both of you followed by guards as you entered into the hall. Rhaenyra immediately stopped when one of her dragonkeepers approaches her.
" heksir Daor sȳrī issa ( this is not well!)" He speaks, clearly angrily. Rhaenyra stops and looks back glancing at you before she proceeds to walk again.
" Skoros ȳdrassis hen? ( what do you speak of)?" She asks, clearly confused. He huffs as he angrily approaches rhaenyra but takes awareness of her guards eyeing him closely.
" Issa vali se nyke jāhor daor gūrogon isse bisa! ( my men and I will not take part in this madness)" he says as he eyes rhaenyra up and down before storming off, the other dragonkeepers following quickly behind with their heads bowed. Rhaenyra clenched her jaw before she sighs.
She looked around the room, eyeing all of those who stood before her, the dragonseeds. A small half smile appears on her face and she approaches them. Taking a deep inhale she speaks up.
" I know that each of you have left behind a life to answer this call, a life to which you may never return to, but I assure you that if you survive you will be transferred, no man can claim a dragon and be otherwise" she says walking around the room, carefully inspecting everyone. Trying to pinpoint the braves ones, the weak ones and of course the ones with little hearts but big dreams. The ones who just want a better life perhaps.
But with a dragon does not come a better life, with a dragon comes war, death, privation, starvation. Rhaenyra continues to talk and you zone out. All your childhood you've only ever wanted to become a dragon rider, to feel what it feels like to be a kin, to serve the realm. You knew that it was never going to happen. Only the blood of dragon can conquer and tame their own kind, dragons.
You loved rhaenyra, she was the realms delight, you vowed to serve her faithful and truthfully until death. And you'd stop at nothing until she sits her throne.
" the dragon" Hearing her voice again you immediately snap out of your thoughts, not wanting to miss anything important and suffer the consequences of it.
" named vermithor, is the largest in the world after vhagar and perhaps the most fierce" she pauses and looks up at you before her eyes connects with the ceiling.
" he's called the bronze fury, we'll go to him now" she picks up her cloak and walks towards the door that leads to the hallway of the dragon cave before she stops again.
" and...may the God's bless you" she then nodds and continues to make her way out of the room. Everyone following behind. Everyone follows her onto the platform and they all look around in awe. You keep your distance, staying in the entrance of the hall. Rhaenyra walks all the way towards the end of the platform and turns around to face everyone.
" naejot māzīs vermithor" she commands, her valyrian accent was thick and the way she rolled her R's was stunning. You bit your lip and tried to control your breathing, you were well aware of the little crush you had on rhaenyra for the longest time but as time grew and you became her hand was it was certain that your love for her also grew.
You never hid your feelings from rhaenyra, she knew. You almost had a chance with her but then she was married off to laenor, then daemon. But now that daemon was in harrenhall the chemistry and tension between the both of you had been growing more and more each passing day. You tried to contain yourself and while it was working there were certain things she did that made your skin hot.
A deafening silence can be heard before a low rumbling erupts after rhaenyra spoke and everyone gasps and grabs onto the nearest wall or person beside them. The sound of claw scrapping and a loud growl echos from beneath the surface of the platform and rhaenyra turns around as vermithor emerges from the depths of the darkness. Everyone shudders as they look up at the enormous beast completely terrified.
The beast screeches and opens it's mouth wide, it's long and sharp teeth showing as a threat. Rhaenyra doesn't flinch or move, facing vermithor head on without fear.
" vermithor lykiri" she says, her tone soft and calm yet the creature is surly aware of the power she holds as a targaryen but after years of not having a rider and being locked up with pent up stress the dragon seems restless. Vermithor growls and places her wing on the platform causing a piece of it to break as the others behind step back in terror as their Hearts pounded rapidly in their chest.
" lykiri!" Rhaenyra shouts and the dragon looks down at her and pulls back before he growls loudly, the large sum of air slightly pushing against Rhaenyra but she doesn't move with it.
" DOHĀRĪS!" She shouted again but this time for demanding and the beast finally obeys, closing it's mouth, he slowly pushes his head towards her grace in a calm surrendering way. Rhaenyra gently and peacefully places her hand on him and he closes his eyes and breathes. Rhaenyra smirks and turns around.
" who amongst you will be first?" She asks, her voice thick and sultry, slightly husk too from shouting. There's a slight pause before someone steps forward. Everyone looks at him and he looks at rhaenyra, complete fear bounds in his eyes. Rhaenyra's eyes flick up to yours and for a moment she holds your gaze.
In her bright green eyes all you see swirling in them is desire and need. For what you do not know. She may or may not end this day with new dragon riders, but the hardest task was getting dragonseeds to begin with. You feel ashamed of it but a feeling of wetness can be felt between in your legs as she continues to challenge you with her vicious gaze.
You could slowly feel yourself getting hot. Maybe it was the air, or perhaps maybe due to being in a dragon cave with little to no ventilation or maybe it was the look in rhaenyra's eyes. As if she wanted to devour you. You'll be honest hearing her speak in high valerian with her accent did things to you, it wasn't the first occasion but it was certainly the first time you heard her speak in such demanding tone.
Suddenly you wanted to be at her mercy and command, on your knees maybe.... have her praise you in high valerian. Command you, shout at you. You've always been thankful rhaenyra wasn't cruel to you, but seeing her strict side made you think of all the things she could do to you do to you.
Maybe you wanted to see that side of her. The tension began to rise and you felt as your chest getting heavier with every breath you took, you swallowed heavily and quickly averted your gaze, upon doing this you walked swiftly towards the queen's chambers. When's she finished she'll return. You weren't supposed to leave her side at all, you weren't even to leave the room without her permission but you couldn't stand there a second longer.
You may explode.
When rhaenyra saw you leave in such a haste she too quickly dismissed herself.
" I have nothing more to tell you, it must be the dragon who speaks" she says, nodding to everyone as she quickly fled the place.
You closed the door behind yourself and walked towards her desk. You placed both hands at the side of the table in attempt to steady yourself. You felt light headed, you could feel your own juices pooling at the inner parts of your thighs. Slipping your hand into your underwear you felt your wetness, moaning softly at how sensitive you were as well.
You began to rub slow circles around your bud gripping the table even tighter as soft whimpers slipped from your lips.
" why did you leave?" You jumped, totally caught off guard by the sudden intrusion you swiftly spun on your toes to see rhaenyra standing at the door. All the color drains from your face and your convinced she can see how sticky your fingers are as they are coated with your own juices. Rhaenyra eyed you her eyebrows quirked as she patiently awaited your answer.
You swallowed thickly your voice even breaking as you spoke.
" i— I uh— forgive me your grace but I'm afraid I do not have an excuse" you said looking everywhere but at her eyes, biting your lips you watch as she slowly approaches you. Her eyes glued on yours, a predator stare, for you, her prey. Every step she took towards you was one step backwards for you until she had you completely caged in. No space to run, just the wall, you and her.
Your breathing intensified when she pressed her body weight on yours. Her eyes traced down your body before they suddenly snapped back up to your eyes a new found darkness lingering within them. You are caught off guard when rhaenyra roughly forces her hand around your neck. You gasp as your hands flew to the hand that was wrapped around your neck.
There is a predatory hunger, dark and urgent, in the way she stares at you. It makes you want to shrink into yourself or even disappear. It frightens you the way she stares into your soul, but not as much as the urge you have to simply give in to her. The room feels too hot, your skin blazes and you grow wetter between your thighs, guilt eating away at you for it.
You are broken from your thoughts when rhaenyra's hand cups your mound beneath your skirt, her lips parting slightly as she feels the arousal gathered there. Your eyes go wide and you try to move your hips away but you remember your trapped between her and the wall. You swallow a moan when her hand pushes itself pass your undergarment and into your panties.
" you dare to lie to me?" she whispers her voice smooth and dripping with honey but you heard the rasp of demand lingering within. She smirks when she sees your eyes go dim and your breath hitches when her finger hovers cover the entrance of your cunt, she could feel the wetness pouring out on the digit as she slowly drags it back up to your clit teasing the small bud.
You feel her squeeze your neck tighter, urging you to answer her. You didn't know what to say, your brain had already became clouded with the possibilities of what she could do to you right now.
" i—fuck rhaenyra, I mean my grace, it's your high valerian accent" you answered, Rhaenyra removes her hand from your neck and positioned it at your hip, her grip on you firm as ever. Her body heat radiating off her making you more hot. Your head falls back against the wall and your eyes close when you feel her enter two fingers inside of you.
" your gonna ride my fingers like the good slut you are" she muttered against your lips as she leaned in to kiss you. Her lips were just as soft as you had imagined if not better. Her hand moved up your side and back up towards your neck but this time she didnt choke you, she just allowed her hand to rest there.
She forced another one of her digits inside of you which caused you to let out a pornographic moan to which she swallowed. Your eyes rolled back at the intense and sudden intrusion, the stretch had you collapsing on her shoulder as your knees gave out and your legs quivered.
Her tongue wondered in the depths of your mouth as she French kissed you. Her tongue completely enveloping yours and sucking on it as you slowly dragged your hips forward and backwards riding rhaenyra's fingers, whimpering like a needy dog. Rhaenyra broke the kiss and pulled away, chuckling when you chased after her lips.
She curled her fingers in you and once again your head fell back against the stone cold wall behind you. You started moving your hips at a faster pace as you slowly began to fall apart on her slender fingers. Rhaenyra could feel you clenching around her fingers as your juices dripped from them.
Rhaenyra started making a circular motion with her fingers as her hand grabbed your hip again and started forcing you up and down. You grabbed onto her shoulders to stabilize yourself as you trashed against her. Your sure that any passbyers could hear your moans and the squelching sound of her fingers connecting with that spongy spot in you.
" Sȳz riña ( good girl)" she purred as she started thrusting her fingers as deep as they can go, knuckle length in you. You could feel your cunt spamming around her as you neared your climax. You needed it badly, but rhaenyra was not going to allow you to cum so easily.
" That's it, good girl, such a good girl" she whispered, her lips made contact with your neck as she gently began to suck on the tender flesh, she knew she couldn't mark you, but a part of her wanted to. Wanted to make it known to everyone that you were hers. Daemon might as well have not existed anymore because it was you rhaenyra wanted, and she always gets what she wants.
" Pleasepleaseplease, Rhaenyra please I want it so bad please let me cum" you cried trying your hardest not to let go and fall into oblivion. Rhaenyra chuckled but said nothing. She continued to bruise your skin with kisses and marks. You muttered a soft " oh fuck" when he fingers managed to drive deeper into your pussy when you lifted your hips.
" perhaps you should beg me in valerian.... if you so desperately want it of course" you could feel her smirk against you when you whined. She was going to be the absolute death of you. You started thinking of ways in which you could translate yourself, thinking back on all the times you heard her speak valerian or heard someone else spoke valerian.
You didn't know much, and your pronunciation was always off, you did understand when others spoke it but it had always seemed like trouble when you tried to speak it for yourself. Rhaenyra's fingers curve deeper into your cunt which causes you to cry out as your nails drag against the wall.
" shhh, time is ticking ñuha Rāqnon ( my love )" she husked, her pace picking up. A silent scream surpassed your lips and your eyes squeezed shut, her fingers in you felt so good your hips still moving against them.
" ijiōragon ( please)" you whispered as tears pricked the corners of your eyes as they snapped open to find her already staring. The animalistic look in her eyes was almost enough to make you entirely make a mess on her fingers.
" Kostagon nyke māzigon? ( may I come)" you asked and she smirked.
" Nyke ȳdra daor gīmigon ( I don't know )" she replied, at this point she was playing games with you, She was sending you crazy. Her fingers in you were moving at a pace you didn't even know was humanly possible. She had them so far deep in you, you felt every movement. You clenched down around her as your eyes rolled back. God she took up so much space in you.
If anyone were to enter and see this scene they would only think of you as a slut from henceforth. But you didn't care.
You could feel your orgam approaching and so did she. She could feel how needy you were for it. The way you were clenching around her. She pulls out her fingers half way and slam them deep into you. She started thrusting hard into your g spot with her fingers deeply curled into you. You could feel the knot in your stomach already forming.
Your hands immediately grab her hair, pulling against it and straching your nails against her scalp.
" good God's rhaenyra please— fuck!" Your eyes roll back and your back arches slightly off the wall as your orgasm hits you like a passing train. Your breathing is heavy and your legs were trembling if not for her strong grip on you, you would have crumbled to the ground. After you came down from your high your reopened your eyes and you are immediately met with rhaenyra's primal gaze.
" remove your cloak" you were confused by her demand but you obeyed her order and removed your cloak. Rhaenyra finished the job and undid the lace to your dress to expose your breast. You gasped when he pinched the small bud to your left breast causing it to become more erect. Her eyes flicked up towards yours as she smirked at you.
Her lips found your left nipple as she attached her mouth to it. Sucking gently her hand slid up your back pressing your chest into her face more. You tilted your head back a bit and allowed her to pull and twist your small bud with her tongue like a baby. Rhaenyra's other hand came up to your other neglected breast and began groping it. You moaned softly and closed your eyes as you gave into the feeling.
Rhaenyra released your nipple with a 'pop' as Slavia dragged from her mouth to the bud before she envelope the other nipple into her mouth and started twisting the bud, slightly chewing on it even. You whined but it was quickly cut off when the door knob rattled and twisted. Rhaenyra quickly removed herself from you and you grabbed your cloak and put it back on.
The door swings opens and rhaenyra's sworn knight steps through. Rhaenyra pretends to inspect the floor as she clears her throat and you turn your body so that your back would be facing the door.
" your grace, pardon the sudden intrusion but the dragon vermithor has chosen it's new rider.... you must come now" he says Clearly out of breath. Rhaenyra nods turning to look at you but you avoided her gaze. She clenches her jaw and looks down before looking back up at the knight. She walks swiftly pass him as he turns to follow her, closing the door on his way out he looks at you suspiciously.
When they both left you sighed a breath of relief. Today was a day, Rhaenyra's plan did work. Getting Vermithor and sliverwing a rider was successful. But Hugh and ulf weren't the only ones who got to ride and dragon today, you rode a special one in it's chambers......
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felassan · 7 months ago
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The Art of Dragon Age: The Veilguard - more preview pages, under a cut due to spoilers. Preview pages come from Amazon.
( Other batches of preview pages, spoiler warning for links:
[Foreword]
Google Books pages [Part One]
Google Books pages [Part Two] )
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Antiva We wanted the city of assassins to be opulent, seductive, and theatrical. The tongue-in-cheek design concept was 24/7 Batman opera: dark roofs to perch on, rich interiors with daggers behind every curtain. Antivan designs worked best in high contrast with rich colors. It increased the overall drama. We made the rooftops the domain of the Crows. Above the city they move freely, striking bold silhouettes for the population to thrill at. Some parts of the city have sunk deeper into the sea.
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Antivan Crow Costumes The Antivan Crows are murderers, yes, but they are wealthy, flashy, stylish, sophisticated murderers. They are not a goon squad killing innocent, helpless people. They are what Antiva has instead of an army to (for a price) protect the nation from threats both foreign and domestic. While outsiders may see them as swords for hire with delusions of grandeur, the Crows are a celebrated and integral part of Antivan culture. This is you working alongside Antonio Banderas in Desperado, not Steve Buscemi in Fargo. They may not be nice, and it is totally reasonable for a player to be opposed to working with assassins, but this specific group is not intended to be uniformly grim. Crows aren’t shy about displaying their wealth. [Center] Originally designed as a seasonal Halloween costume, this Crow was too good not to build. Costume design for a faction that’s all about theatricality gave us a chance to go big.
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There are still a lot of different archetypes within each faction.   For the Crows, they can range from ominous to bombastic. It was fun to explore the range of Crows, from the elegant to the scoundrels. We briefly explored giving Crows functional grappling hooks. While the Crows were mostly about leather and silver, we still wanted to have some heavy armor in their lineup.
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Furniture tells you a lot about a region. In the case of the Deep Roads, we went for as many single-cut stones as possible. Paragon sculptures celebrate prominent figures in every profession. [top right] A tongue-in-cheek design for a dwarven mining suit. Bas-reliefs, sculptures and signs all speak about what life was like in the Deep Roads before they were abandoned.
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[top center] A mobile crucible. [center left] Crane powered by a walking wheel. [center right] A walking wheel-powered pile driver. [center bottom] Industrial-level blacksmithing equipment, including a trip hammer, a grinding stone, and bellows. [bottom right] An industrial-grade blast furnace where tons of metal are smelted and poured out into giant molds.
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Rivain Castaways making new lives. The majority are human, descended from Tevinters and their longstanding trading partners. There are ethnicities here who don’t seem to match the currently documented list of nations, hinting at shores not visited in living memory, and there are also Qunari. Some fleeing the Qun. Some not fleeing, but reinterpreting. There is a sizable Qunari community, and it is finding converts and alarming both Tevinter and the Qunari triumvirate. Rivain is a mix of outcast people making something new. Life beneath Rivain is just as varied. Banners of conquerors over buildings touched by many cultures, smuggler tunnels, Tevinter public works, the bones of conquered cities and even deeper infrastructure, elven ruins, deep roads, and deeper roads. Rivain was a great palate cleanser between dense urban regions, midnight swamps, and vast caverns. It may be beautiful, but it’s no less dangerous to navigate. From the earliest sketches, we wanted a land of tropical colors, infested with dragons.
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Arlathan Forest Arlathan Forest, once the seat of power for the ancient elven empire, is now a realm where magic runs wild and twists reality itself into new and terrifying shapes. Artifacts from that long-ago time have begun to activate. Infused with the powerful magic that saturates the very ground in the forest, they have made what was already a dangerous place far stranger and more deadly. [right] [there is one more caption in this image that I cannot make out the text of]
Book art credits:
BioWare art: Matt Rhodes, Ramil Sunga, Albert Urmanov, Christopher Scoles, Nick Thornborrow, Steve Klit
Volta art: Gui Guimaraes, Stéphanie Bouchard, Akim Kaliberda, Alejandro Olmedo, Alexey Zaryuta, Julien Carrasco, Maksim Marenkov, Marianne Martin, Mariia Istomina, Marion Kivits, Matti Marttinen, Mélanie Bourgeois, Pablo Hurtado De Mendoza, Rael Lyra, Rodrigo Ramos, Thomas Schaffer, Tiago Sousa, Tristan Kang, Vladimir Mokry, Yintion J, Joseph Meehan, Stefan Atanasov, Julien Carrasco
Additional art: Marc Holmes, Thomas Scholes
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weird-addiction · 2 years ago
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Dragons? No, yours are Wyverns.
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Pairing: House of the Dragon x Male!Reader 
Genre: neutral
Warnings: none 
In the lands of Old Valyria, almost every house was made of dragon lords. Many were dragon riders even at a young age. However, since the doom the only house remained are the Targaryens that fled to Westeros and landed on what is now Dragonstone.
But, there was another house that also survived. This house, they had the same Valyrian features of silver hair, except they had red eyes instead.
This house was more ancient than any other house within Old Valyria, rumors had it that they were the first gods that fell from the stars. 
This family were the ones that found the true dragons. True born dragons have four legs, two or more sets of wings, and are bigger than any other animal that the earth has ever seen. What the Targaryens found were an off branch of dragons that were called Wyverns. They had two legs instead of four, the front two legs were instead where its wings are, they were also smaller than actual dragons though they grow bigger with age.
The ancient family’s name has been lost to time, but there was one descendant left to continue the legacy. This boy was born before the doom, however he was still here after hundreds of years. Even years after Aegon’s conquest he was still alive. 
Y/n was his name, the dragon he commanded was one hundred times his own size. His dragon’s name was Orme, an old word for the meaning of ‘wrath’.
He was never even heard of in Targaryen history, as he still was hidden away in the ruins of Old Valyria. But soon, he decided to leave as there was nothing left, getting onto the saddle that he somehow put around Orme’s body before yelling out his command for them to take off. 
Flying west for days above the clouds, but soon they arrived in Westeros at last. They flew down to where the desert was in the south, they had landed in Dorne. Where House Martell ruled. 
The people freaked when they saw an enormous dragon land in the sands, Y/n knew that they could not risk being seen. So, they fled until they were out of sight from civilization. This was new land they were settling into, they could not risk anything. 
The rulers of house Martell had sent for King Viserys, saying that they saw a dragon land in Dorne. When the letter got to King’s Landing, Viserys was confused as none of his children’s dragons were even big enough to fly yet. Rhaenyra was too busy taking care of Joffery to even fly, Daemon was in Pentos with Laena, there was no one that could have flown. 
There was nothing he could have done as there was no information. Weeks later, he began to get more letters from all over Westeros that there was a big dragon flying around its lands. The Starks said that it may have come over the wall, the others say it was always high up in the clouds for them to see properly. 
Then, one day King’s Landing looked up and saw something above the clouds. It seemed to be circling the castle of the Red Keep. It was so high up but hard to see still, the guards could do nothing but stare. Viserys looked out his window and saw it also. This confirmed the letters that he had gotten, there was indeed another dragon out there outside of House Targaryen. 
Y/n had blended in with enough smallfolk during the nights to know everything, every corner of the realm there would be rumors about the Targaryens; the supposed blood of Old Valyria. How their dragons made them the kings they were, how there will be more dragons with the king’s new children. Back in Old Valyria, the Targaryens were only a nobel house and nothing more. But here, they were the kings that conquered the realm. 
Flying to the skies above the crownlands, finally the building of Red Keep could be seen. Orme began to fly lower, his shadow covered all of King’s Landing and his roar could be heard from miles away. They did not land but instead got close enough but then went back into the skies once more. The winds of Orme’s wings created giant wind currents as it flew off. 
Viserys ordered his guards to discover where the dragon had gone, the guards nodded as they followed throughout the city until they were led outside of the city and into a nearby forest. 
They would search for hours but would only come out empty handed. They would search for days, weeks but still nothing. But now everyone at court knew there was a dragon in the forest just outside the city, probably a wild dragon and a big one at that. No one dared to go to the forest for any reason anymore.
Months later, someone had wandered too far into the forest despite all the warnings. They had found the sleeping beast, and apparently, attempted to claim it on their own. Orme woke up of course, but he had no interest in what the person was saying. And so they burned them on the spot, along with some of the trees in the area. When Y/n came back from buying food from the city, he saw the area was scorched with flames and a corpse. He knew someone had decided to try their luck with his dragon. 
Taking to the skies of King’s Landing again, this time circling the keep again but much lower. This was the warning that no one should bother him or he would burn it down.
Viserys had no choice but to send for his brother who was on Dragonstone now being married to Rhaenyra. Daemon got the raven and soon took to the skies with Caraxes. 
A couple hours later Caraxes could be seen flying over King’s Landing and up into the sky. Daemon could not see Orme as it was up in the clouds, he commanded Caraxes to fly forward but the blood wyrm refused. A roar came through the clouds as they were met with a giant dragon, it made Caraxes look like a flea to it. 
Orme had attempted to bite Caraxes in half but Daemon moved them out of the way, they flew for a bit around the bigger dragon before he saw a saddle strapped around its body; which meant this dragon did indeed have a rider. 
“Come out and show me who you are! To have such a beast, you must be from Valyria!” Daemon yelled out, unsure if his voice could travel that far. He flew up and saw where the rider was. 
The rider looked no more than a young boy, Daemon was surprised at such a rider. “If you land your dragon, no one would get hurt.” 
Y/n did not look scared, but rather gave the look like he was looking down at Daemon, like he was unworthy to even see him. “You are a Targaryen, and yet you refuse to fight?” Was all Y/n said as he stood up upon his saddle. 
Showing the sword that was strapped to his belt, a true Valyrian blade called the Dragon’s Bane. 
“My brother, the king wishes to see you and your dragon. Would you grant him the honor of admiring your ride?” Daemon chose his words carefully as he waited for an answer.
Y/n weighed his options, it was not like they could kill Orme anyway. “Alright. But I want no attempts at my dragon, I don’t need anyone else trying to claim him. He would refuse anyway.” He whispered that last part. 
Daemon let out a sigh of relief, he flew down first on Caraxes to tell Viserys to meet them somewhere next to the Dragon Pit. Y/n then followed him down, he landed next to Caraxes outside of the Dragon Pit. Getting off of his saddle, Y/n gave his dragon a soothing pat before seeing the size difference. Caraxes can be seen getting familiar with his dragon, Orme was tired and lying on the ground. 
The sound of the wheelhouse can be heard, soon it stopped and Viserys stepped out. 
“King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm.” As they said Viserys’s titles, Y/n just rolled his eyes and looked bored.
“Your grace.” Y/n said plainly. “I was told by your brother you wanted to see my dragon. So here. Don’t get too close.” 
Viserys could only nod as he spared Daemon a glance before walking over to see Orme who had his eyes closed. “This..is your dragon?” 
“Yes. One of the last ones I have found during my time.” 
Hearing such words from the ‘youngster’, Viserys held a face of confusion. 
“What do you mean during your time?” The king asked.
“When I was younger I found him, I raised him and fed him.” Was Y/n’s answer.
“He is not the last dragon anymore. We also have dragons here.” Viserys said happily as he turned to look at the young boy.
Now that Viserys saw him properly, he realized Y/n had the silver blonde hair, but his eyes were red instead of violet. “You…are you from Valyria?” The king dared to ask.
“Is that not obvious enough? I can tell you guys were from Valyria just from one look.” He replied boredly.
Viserys could only nod as his eyes drifted back to his dragon, Orme who was still sleeping. “Our dragons have never grown this big before, well maybe Balerion.” 
Y/n let out a heavy and quick sigh before he spoke. “Yours are not dragons.” His tone was stern and harsh. His eyes have darkened.
Daemon had his hand on Dark Sister while the guard unsheathed parts of theirs as a warning. Y/n did not care, he continued to speak as he walked over to Viserys.
“Yours are not dragons. They are wyverns.” Orme woke up as Y/n walked in front of Viserys.
“My dragon can rival Balerion.” Y/n said as he had a hand on Orme’s snout.
“But since Balerion is dead, I have no competition. Isn’t that sad. No dragon in the realm can rival me.” Orme lets out a growl at his words as if agreeing with his rider.
“But our dragons-”
“Wyverns.” Y/n corrected.
“Wyverns, they were also from Old Valyria. How is it possible that they are not dragons?” Y/n could shake his head at the old king’s words.
“Like I said before, wyverns are not the same as dragons. My dragon is the last true born dragon left. Wyverns as far as I know are an off branch of the dragonic family. When the wyverns' eggs were found, they had been there for such a long time that the original dragon’s bodies had already been changed since they were in the egg. It could have been that a single dragon was deformed in some way that their eggs turned into wyverns instead.” Y/n explained.
“How do you know all this?” Daemon asked.
Y/n looked at him with a raised brow. “I asked you how you know this.” 
“I was there to see the Valyrians dig up the eggs, I was there to see it all.” 
Viserys thought for a moment before asking a single question. “How old are you?”
“I believe I am over 200 or so, I am…307 years of age as of this year.” 
His words shocked everyone, Viserys looked to Daemon as if asking if his brother knew this. The guards all looked at each other with shocked looks, some even confused.
“How?” 
“Well your grace, I do not know actually. Some said my family were gods that fell from the stars, some say we were cursed with immortality. Believe what you want to believe, but one thing is for sure that I am standing right in front of you.” 
Viserys paused as he thought things through before speaking. “Have you seen the doom?”
“Yes.” Y/n rolled his eyes again, as if he had heard this question before.
“If there is nothing else, I will be going.” Climbing onto the saddle again as Orme woke up fully.
“And where will you be going? You have nowhere to stay in the realm, you can stay here with us.” Viserys offered. 
“If there is nothing for me here, I will return to the ashes of my home. The ruins of Old Valyria still stand, and I bring it to its former glory. I will be the true dragon king.” 
The two Targaryens could only watch as the boy flew off on the giant dragon that is Orme, disappearing into the east, going past the Red Keep, Driftmark and Dragonstone. Back to Valyria where the old ruins lay.
Whatever secrets that Y/n held about Old Valyria would never be learned, even the secrets about his house and family will be kept with him until the end of times.
No matter how much Y/n’s secrets were worth, they would never know.
Valyria would soon have a new king, a true dragon lord.
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syndrossi · 8 months ago
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I have always figured Otto as more an opportunist a la Littlefinger than having a long term plan to usurp the monarchy like Varys. In the regnal au where Westeros is at war with Volantis after the kidnapping attempt I see him aiming for his own fiefdom in a conquered Volantis or triarchic state. He could even be occupational governor or something. A big way he could aim for such a position would be arranging for the High Septon to cry for a Holy Crusade against idolaters and slavers to bring together a huge army without dealing with lordly levees. Afterwards to prevent another Faith Militant uprising against the crown post war the crusaders must stay in the East and someone has to administrate all of that new territory and keep the Westerosi and Essosi from killing each other. Otto, who is already the quartermaster for the entire expedition will be only too happy to accept the position.
An interesting scenario! I tend to view Otto as a Crown loyalist, in the sense of "what *I* think is right for the Crown." Since Baelon's not particularly expansionist, I don't really see him authorizing any kind of occupation, especially for a realm as distant as Volantis, and especially when the rest of the Free Cities might look nervously at the new generation of Targaryen children and their dragons and think that the Iron Throne seeks to become New Valyria. That could provoke an alliance between them against the Iron Throne, and the Iron Throne can't match their combined armies+navies, even with the advantage of Baelon's + Daemon's dragons.
I do think House Hightower would be very pro anything that might increase the power of Oldtown, a la a renewed Faith Militant, but given how much trouble they gave House Targaryen, I doubt Baelon would authorize them, even if it was in a "you can't come home" capacity.
Ultimately, I think Otto is happiest being a mover-and-shaker in his homeland, which means serving in some capacity in King's Landing. I agree with you that he's an opportunist. He's not going to be seeking to overthrow the Crown if the circumstances aren't right (a daughter inheriting the Iron Throne over her Hightower-blooded brother), so he'll mostly seek policy influence and means of benefiting his house.
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lonesilverw0lf · 1 year ago
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My take on the RWBY/40K idea. It’s not a ‘Jaune is a Lost Primarch’ that @guardsman-of-remnant or @the-wayward-arc have, or as thought out as @weatherman667 Astartes Chapters.
Juane was a normal guy who’s planet was destroyed. Then he decides to do something about it and potentially changes the course of the galaxy.
Jaune’s early life and world was dealt a bad hand. On a planet considered backwater, ruled over by incompetent lords, an over paranoid and self-righteous Inquisitor, continually and unrightfully drained of resources, repeatedly denied aid and due process, castigated for things beyond their control, and so on. Punished for ‘refusing to pay their tithe’ despite the fact they did pay the tithe but it was attacked by pirates. There was even a time when an enterprising farmer designed a better water pump, really all he did was find an older and better model and made more. Yet somehow the Mechanichum got wind of it and declared it Technoheresy. They destroyed every model and glassed a good swathe of the planet. Those are just a couple of many examples that Jaune was alive to experience. When everyday looks like hell, the Warp starts looking pretty good. Well between a Chaos uprising and a surprise Ork Waaah, alongside the possible threat of a Tyrranid fleet, the planet was declared hopeless and Exterminatus was ordered.
However instead of dying with the rest of the system’s population, Jaune was whisked away to another dimension. A pocket realm in-between the Materium and Immaterium. This realm was reined by a goddess yet not a goddess, who also sits in a weird in between with the materium and immaterium. Said goddess was an entity from another galaxy before the War in Heaven. She started off as just another galaxy conquering dragon, but after a few zillion years that got boring. Seeing the Old Ones and their creations she decided to observe. She’s got nothing but time, so why not? Over time she became loving, a gardener, a collector, a teacher. She doesn’t interfere with the Materium much because of her overwhelming power, and her control over the Immaterium is mostly spent keeping her corner of the galaxy protected from everything else. She’s pretty hands off and lets everyone else do their own thing, hence she didn’t take part in the War in Heaven. Or much else for that matter. She likes to watch the galaxy spin and all its different paths.
In her Library Jaune finds out the truth of the Horus Heresy, along with many other Heresies and major calamaties from alternate timelines that brought the Imperium to its knees and eventual demise. Horus Heresy, Robutian, Dornian, Lion, Erebrun, each and every Heresy and their potential variations. In a desperate bid to prevent these calamities, Jaune convinces his goddess to send himself and a motley collection of volunteers back in time to just before the Great Crusade. A Suicide Squad consisting of those that the Imperium would execute on the spot: Mutants, Abhumans, Heretics, Traitors, Xenos, Abominable Intelligence, and more. I’m sure Big E would get a laugh out of the irony.
Jaune knows that he can’t do half of what he wants to do. They can’t deal with anything big, like E’s journey into the Warp, the creation of the Primarchs and Astartes, the scattering of the Primarchs, the Great Crusade, etc. He can’t just go and tell the Emperor or Malcador about this. They won’t listen first off, and then they’ll just kill him for knowing too much, trying to play with things he has no business in, or just because Jaune refuses to kiss their asses.
He can’t just go out and pick up all the Primarchs and raise them like his own sons post-scattering. They’re scattered too far apart, their homeworlds need them in some fashion, the worlds are too big and dangerous to be looking for them, the Crew is always on the move which would be bad for their personal growth, each of them are too intelligent to not notice something’s different, they grow too fast for their limited resources, and more. Not to mention the unwanted attention they’d bring themselves from Chaos and Big E. That would spell doom in no time.
What they can do is use their knowledge of what happened and what could be to alter small yet key moments. A quick bombing run to eliminate the Butcher’s Nails factories, ensuring Corvus makes it to the surface, eliminating Kor Pheron, erasing Erebrus from the equation, keeping RG’s family alive from the deamon(Robutian Heresy story), warn and prepare several civilizations of what’s coming, plant a few bugs into each of the Primarchs’ flagships regarding certain orders, and more. These guys do not get a day off. They have to move in relative secrecy because who’s going to believe them? And those who may will likely have him killed for ‘interfering with the Emperor’s will’.
He’s met with relative success in his endeavors. Angron wasn’t implanted with the Butcher’s Nails, but with a different kind of device of similar purpose. This new set wouldn’t turn Angron’s brain to soup like the Butcher’s Nails did, this set gave him a form of split personality in the same way that Bruce Banner has with the Hulk. So Angron can be either the Stalwart Paladin type he was meant to be, or the Raging Barbarian type from canon. It’s a flip of the coin with him. Give the guy some more complexity than just rage rage rage.
It eventually comes to a point where he’s too far into the game to know what to do next. He’s changed too much to know the right call. The Primarchs are all gathered and conquering systems, so trying to do anything to them is out. Chaos has to know about his meddling by now, probably the Emperor as well. Despite the anti-aging tech, he's getting too old. His entire crew has fallen one by one. He’s the last man standing in this crusade.
Out of resources, options, ideas, allies, full of desperation, Jaune decides to throw one last Hail Mary. He calls in a favor from his Goddess, and through means that I haven’t decided on, gathers all the Primarchs in one room, locks the door, glues them to their seats, and lays it all out on them.*
He explains who he is, what his mission is, the nature and rise of Chaos, large parts of the Emperor’s plan, and all that. He tells them of all the potential futures, all the Heresies, the one where E decides to make Eye of Terror 2.0, one where all the Primarchs go balls to the wall mosh pit civil war, how each of them could/did fall, the War of Heaven, the Tyrranids, Necrons, Tau, many other subfactions, potential allies, those that would’ve been very helpful but were butchered, allies in one but not another, what E has done and his potential plans, their own half Warp entity souls, lots of history, lots of secrets exposed, what Jaune and crew have done, and so on.
He doesn’t hold anything back either. He rants on about how badly humanity has fallen, how logic and reason are replaced with fanaticism, progress with stagnation, the hypocrisy, the injustice, the stagnation and corruption of the Imperium, the bloated and rotting corpse of a once great civilization, the works. He even has a nice little partial Abominable Intelligence helping him out. It puts up all sorts of data, photos, videos, recordings, etc. to supplement Jaune’s rants. Just a little guy that gives intel like how Astartesanonymous, Majorkill, Isyanderandkoda, Livefromtheblacklibrary, Wes, and them give lore explanations.
 “But it’s only one guy who did a cute trick of keeping us in our seats and talks a lot, why should we believe him?” Sorry to do this to you Sanguinius, but he just casually drops the fact that your legion suffers from the Blood Thirst in front of everyone. The thing that you fought so hard to keep quiet from everyone and only a few even within your Legion knew about? Yeah that’ll get your attention, along with everyone else’s given how badly you react. Dropping a couple less dangerous secrets from the Lion’s assortment of secrets is also on the table. Pretty sure Alpharius wouldn’t mind getting pointed out as the actual first Primarch recovered, #sarcasm. He drops a little skeleton from each of their closets in front of everyone.
Suffice to say he isn’t going to be invited to any family cookouts after this.
He calls out each of them on their critical failures, dangerous shortcomings, hypocritical mindests, how easily they fell to Chaos, all the ways Papa E screwed up and is still screwing up, and more. All while calling them the stupid nicknames the Crew used. Mufasa, Simba, Long Johnson, for the Lion. Rowboat Girlyman, Bobby G, Robot Gorrillaman, for Robute. Fido, Balto, Scruffy, for Leman. And so on. He only calls them by their proper names once, at the very beginning when he was introducing himself and being respectful.
Is it smart to insult a room of the most powerful people in the galaxy and their daddy? Or talk down to them like the emotionally immature people they are? No. If it weren’t for the Goddess favor pinning them to their seats and disabling their gear and abilities he’d be dead and he knows that. They try to use their Primarch Aura on him, but after however long serving his Goddess he’s relatively immune to it. And he’s in such a IDGAF mindset that the most they get out of him is a raised eyebrow. It’d take one of the Chaos Gods’ or the Big E’s aura to really make him shake.
However pointing out flaws without a solution is just bitching. He gives credit where credit is due. He offers help and suggestions to a lot of their problems. He asks everyone to start appreciating Perty a little more, tells the Prophecy duo to get together and speak with some Farseers about their visions, commends the achievements of the Builder Brothers and ways to make their stuff even better, etc. He gives them self-help books, some psychiatric care books, and some insights from various sources to help out with some of their more human problems. God knows E isn’t helping them out with any of this.
Jaune had the foresight to make volumes of his findings. He drops many encyclopedias worth of books in front of them, all scaled up in size for their convenience. They hold everything. Names, dates, quotes, specifications, supply lines, blueprints, maps, numbers, persons of interest, items of interest, planets of interest, deamons of interest, xenos of interest, xenos that are beneficial to the galaxy and the Imperium, xenos that Leman can have fun exterminating, xenos that must be protected, xenos that can be uplifted, xenos that are up in the air, events that could happen, things that Jaune prevented from happening, nothing was left out. Not just books pertaining to the Primarchs and their dealing with Chaos, as both opponents and slaves to it, either. He also dumped books detailing events from the various futures for the next 10 millennia. Greatest victories, worst defeats, the breaking of the Legions, Successor Chapters, betrayals, redemptions, plots, plots within plots, the power of Faith, the detriments and benefits of groups like the Inquisition and Ecclesiarchy, the strength of character in Xenos races, and on and on and on. The Primarchs have quite a bit of reading to do.
Don’t worry Lemon Rush, you can still have your fun hunting down Xenos. Here’s a stack of books detailing all those filthy Xenos that are detrimental to the Imperium and galaxy at large! This lists where they are, what danger they pose, what their biology is, how best to kill them, and so on. Have fun!
Guilliman, here’s a stack for you regarding Xenos that are good guys that could use a hand. Vulcan, here’s a buncha worlds that could really use your more human touch. Horus, these worlds are major players so will be better won with your diplomacy. And so on.
So what is the Primarchs reaction? Do they accept the things he’s said? Do they bring this intelligence to the Emperor and Malcador? Do they take a hard look at themselves and decide to do better? Do they throw themselves at the feet of Chaos? Do they slow down the Crusade to better reinforce the reclaimed worlds? Do they help each other overcome their weaknesses and petty grievances so Chaos has less of a foothold on their souls? Do they exacerbate their flaws? Do they watch each other’s backs for Chaotic influence? Do they start training their Sons in Astartes vs Astartes combat? Astartes vs Chaos combat? Do they purge the corrupt members of their legions? Do they decide to eradicate the dangerous Xenos while uplifting the benevolent ones? Do they go hard in ways to better the Imperium? Do they become the mindless tools that E wanted them to be? Do they start to stand up to the Emperor and call him out on his shit when he needs it?
Jaune has no idea what they decided, or what any of their thoughts were. After he drops everything on them, gives them the books and AI, he walks out the door. His only thoughts were getting blackout drunk and working on the next step after the hangover. That particular conversation never left that room as far as he’s concerned or aware. He’s fully expecting any one of them to turn him into a red mist for his attitude, or a visit from the Banana Squad for a ‘chat’. He doesn’t even care what happens to him now.
He doesn’t even manage to find a bottle before he’s in trouble. He’s hit from the side, a mortal wound that kills slowly and painfully. However his attacker isn’t anyone from any branch of the Imperium. A deamon has been hunting him and his crew ever since he came back to the past. This is the thing that’s been orchestrating the deaths of his friends one by one. It’s very proud of its work and monologues like a cartoon villain. He just saved Jaune for last since he’s the leader. Something about helplessly watching as your friends are picked off as you can do nothing.
Taking this as confirmation that Jaune was doing the right thing he gets up for one last go. As noble as he is he can be a spiteful little shit, so he’s not going down without a fight. Jaune uses a single word of Enuncia to banish the demon, however his previous injuries and the power of the word kills him at the same time.
This is a good ending right? Did everything he could, gave those who hold the galaxy in their hands everything they need to keep things going right, gave a big middle finger to Chaos, the Emperor, and the demon, and died an unsung hero. Good place for retirement right?
However Jaune’s not done! The word quit doesn’t exist in his dictionary, especially when he knows that he was making a difference. Or was at least enough of a thorn in Chaos’ side to warrant a personal Demon after him. He reject’s his Goddess’ offer of a peaceful afterlife to go back for more. He’s a sucker for suffering sometimes. He crawls his way through the warp to be reborn in an Avatar type way. His DNA is identical, he holds the same kind soul and indomitable spirit, but he’s a fresh slate in everything else. The ‘current Jaune’ doesn’t know anything about the potential futures, his past lives, or any of that. The most that his original past self, the ‘original Jaune’, can do is subconsciously nudge him in what should be the right direction. Eventually the Demon, which I dub Little Timmy, comes back from the Warp to kill him again. To which Jaune’s original soul takes over in a sense, like how Ozma fights alongside his current host and body, and the two die in a draw yet again. Then he crawls back through the Warp to be reborn yet again, and so the cycle repeats.
Jaune does most everything during this series of cycles. Was an Astartes for each of the legions at least once even the Lost 2, guardsman, Commisar, Rouge trader, mechanicum, planetary lord, bounty hunter, Psyker, Blank, anything and everything as long as it wasn’t under E’s direct oversight like the Inquisition, Assassinorum, Custodes, and the like. Not to say he hasn’t tangoed with and against such organizations over the cycles.
Despite having the same face and dna, he’s missed completely by those in the know. Besides the fact his Goddess is blocking certain figures’ sight from recognizing him properly, think how just a piece of fabric over the eyes works for most heroes identities, he’s just one guy in trillions of trillions in that particular sector. They might have an idea of ‘that guy seems familiar’ in a déjà vu kind of way, but easily dismiss it. How common are blue eyed blonde dudes? The only confirmation that the Primarchs get that Jaune has been reborn again is during or after his fight with Little Timmy. Jaune leaves a message or calls them or whatever, and the original soul makes sure he calls them by one of the stupid nicknames from the chew out session. Who else would have the balls to call Ferrus Manus Tin Can Sam, or can tell the difference to know which TweedleTwin he’s talking to? Not like they can do much by the time/if they get the message, he died in the duel again. They’re lucky to find parts of his body from the fight. Little Timmy tends to desire a lot of collateral whenever possible, and Jaune isn’t always the roided up transhuman super soldier to trade blows so he has to get creative when he fights.
*As everyone else is stuck to their chairs, Jaune is standing on the table to look them in the eyes and move around easier. Also allows him to move close enough to the Primarchs to drop the reading material in front of them, but not close enough to be grabbed. It’s a funny image, but couldn’t find a spot where it would fit so here it is.
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I have no idea where some of this should go, but I know that it should be a mess of things anyway because it’s 40K. As much as I don’t want any of the Primarchs taken by Chaos now that they have guidebooks on what to look out for and just how fucked that would be if they do, I can see a few of them falling anyway. Fulgrim for instance. I can see him taking the Laer Blade just to try and show Jaune that ‘Oh look, I guess you were wrong and I am strong enough to carry a demonic blade and not get corrupted!’ That’s the reason he talked down to you like a child, ya Purple Nurple! I love the idea of Snakegrim and Clonegrim duking it out, a duel of both loyalties and ideals. Although from what I hear from the various fangroups I’m in we probably won’t see that. Dangit GW. You’re missing a trunkful of easy money.
I’m not sure how the other Primarchs should be affected by Jaune’s meddling either. Angron was just an easy picking on how to change things up.
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enyter · 12 days ago
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TELL ME ABOUT UR OCS 🔫🔫🔫🔫
(Pretty please they're not gonna be cringe and I genuinely wanna know)
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h..hi Hello! 🥺✨🖐
I am honored. I just don`t know where to begin... puh.... there are so many! :,D
First of all, there is the Lily and Roseh story, then the Lost boy story, and one about Ervin. uuu!! UU!! And not so long ago, I began to plan a doppelgänger story! (Beside my many dca aus)
Soooo...what if I use this opportunity to blabber about the Lily and Roseh story? :D
There are 2 kingdoms in the world, one where humans live in their cozy towns and cities, and the magical forest, which is the home for the magical creatures. But there is a war going on between the 2 kingdom, and Remyan is the king of humans, currently on the winning side. After they managed to destroy the leaders of the magical realm. 
Remyan is a practical man. He understands that he has to use every resource for the humans to win against the "beasts". Humans have been afraid of magical creatures for a looong time, and Remyan was the one who took fate into his hands, and did something effective about it. And he succeeded. Now the only question is, how far will he go? And what makes a person a monster exactly?~
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But now about the other side of the story: Roseh is the leader of the resistance in the magical forest. He was the dragon prince, the heir to the throne, before the humans conquered the palace and killed his parents. He did not understand where this big hate came from. Magical creatures did not cross the border, they played by the rules. They had strict laws about magic and how magical creatures should interact with nonmagical beings, like humans. But now? The law does not exist anymore. The creatures in the forest are no longer bound by the royal pair. And Roseh is the one trying to make sense in this chaos, and with time, begins to bloom a strong feeling of revenge for his parents' death. So he tries to collect the pieces of his shattered kingdom, and takes up the fight against Remyan once more.
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But there is hope for peace! There is a girl named Lily, and she is the princess of the human kingdom, and she has seen people suffer under the burden of war for years. So she cannot sit idle anymore, she needs to do something about it. And after she does not find any listening ear in the castle, she chooses her own way, and goes into the magical forest to try to solve this with diplomacy. Maybe she is foolish to go alone, maybe she is brave, but she does not go unprepared into the forest! She learned magic in the past years to be an equal in a fight against a monster. She also did this in secret, because magic is a feared and unpredictable thing, which had only destroyed humans before... or so they said. So Lily had to figure out what she was dealing with herself, and she managed to turn magic to her advantage, which would help her along her journey in the forest. :3
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duhragonball · 7 months ago
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Damia 3: Daima
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We made it! We're finally in Demon World! Well one of them, anyway.
This is mainly a worldbuilding episode with some action scenes, so I guess we'll talk about that for a bit. But to be honest, I'm kind of itching to discuss the Demon Realm lore that I thought I knew before Daima, and what Daima appears to be laying down.
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To start us off, Glorio pilots his plane to Warp-sama, the giant metal fish we saw in Episode 1. I didn't really mention "Lord Warp" before, partly because I knew we'd see him again here. Also, Warp seems like more of a plot device than a character. The Buu Saga established that the Demon Realm was separate from the "outer universe" (i.e. the galaxies, Otherworld, Hell, Snake Way, etc.). The Supreme Kai had heard of Dabura, but never guessed that he would show up on Earth as one of Babidi's minions. The implication was that Babidi would have to go to Deamon Realm, enslave its mightiest warrior, and then both of them would have to leave the Demon Realm to carry on their Majin Buu scheme. Such a thing was possible, but extremely unlikely, suggesting some kind of barrier between the two worlds.
Later works like Dragon Ball Heroes and the Xenoverse games used this as a motivation for the Demon Realm villains. Mechikabura, founder of the Dark Empire, was banished by the Kais to what eventually became known as the Demon Realm. His big dream was to bust out and conquer the outside universe. From his story, I always got the impression that the population of Demon Realm was descended from wicked Core People, or other evildoers that the Kaioshin couldn't otherwise contain. Towa, Dabura's sister, was conducting experiments in the outer universe with the end goal of breaking down the barrier. I'm pretty sure she was less concerned about conquest, and more interested in the chaos that would ensue with the barrier removed.
Daima actually shows us the barrier, and it's a sort of transit system. To reach Warp, Glorio has to pilot his plane to the planet Batapi, which is the closest Warp to Earth. I guess there's more than one Warp, or it's the same Warp and he has a multitude of bodies across space. Oh, and when Gomah used Warp in Episode 1, he had to specify that he wanted to go to Universe 7. So I'm pretty sure that means you can use the Warp system to travel to any of the 12 universes described in Dragon Ball Super.
The catch is that you have to talk to Warp before he'll let you cross. He's like a guy stationed at a border crossing, and you better not screw with him if you want to finish your trip. Goku calls him a big goldfish and the Supreme Kai's like "Shut up, man, you're gonna blow it!"
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Glorio identifies himself and says he's returning home, but Warp wants to make sure Glorio's other passengers are Demons. The Supreme Kai checks out because he has pointy ears, but Goku doesn't, so the Kai has to magically shape-shift Goku's ears to pass. I'm curious how Vegeta and Bulma will pull this off when they go. Maybe Piccolo can make them some fake ears with his Clothes Beam Power.
From there, you just fly into Warp's mouth, which takes you through some kind of interdimensional spin-cycle, and then you emerge out of the butthole of another giant fish, or maybe the same one? I dunno. But first you have to provide a four-digit PIN number. This troubles the Supreme Kai, because he knew about Warp, but the PIN number business is new to him. He had relayed the location of Planet Batapi to Kibito earlier, but he never has a chance to warn him about the PIN number. I'm betting this is why we don't see Kibito in the closing credits. I think the plan is for him to join Bulma's group when she finishes her repair work, but he'll end up having to stay behind in order to ensure Bulma can get across.
Glorio describes and application process that's required to get a PIN number, but so far we've yet to find out who's in charge of all of this. Warp just seems to be following a protocol, and clearly King Gomah doesn't have any say in the matter, since he had to go through this same procedure in Episode 1. Likewise, the Supreme Kai is the highest authority in Universe 7, but he clearly has no idea who crosses over or when. I always assumed the ancient Kaioshin set up the barrier, since in the old lore it seemed to be a prison, but they wouldn't have allowed a transit system like this, especially under someone else's control.
Anyway, the trip through Warp leads to a white void full of portals to all sorts of places across the multiverse, but there's three that lead to the Demon Realm. King Gomah resides in the First Demon Realm, and that's where they need to go to kick his ass and save Dende. But Glorio was sent to Earth by the request of the King of the Third Demon Realm, which means Glorio only has clearance to return to the Third. You go through that, there's another interdimensional spin cycle, and another Warp poops your plane out of his fishy anus.
Okay, so first up on the tour is the Demon Realm Tunnel, which is a giant hole in the ground that apparently leads to the Second Demon Realm, and on to the First. Long ago, it was possible to travel freely between the three worlds, but someone blocked it off with a "shield of light" to cut off the traffic. The Supreme Kai says this happened when he was young, which makes it sound like he might have been there when it happened.
So now, the only way to travel between the three Demon worlds is using Warp, but only First Worlders and select members of the Second are allowed to use Warp. Third Worlders are apparently S.O.L., but the Supreme Kai figures Glorio must be a Third World resident, due to his appearance. So how did he get clearance? Glorio seems perturbed by the question, but he explains that he does "work" in the First World. What kind of work? "This and that."
There's a big statue of Dabura, but it's in poor condition, and who cares anyway? Buu ate that guy like thirty years ago. Goku is more interested in landing so he can take in the fresh Demon Realm air. It smells bad, and it's thicker than Earth air, which slows down his movements. Glorio explains this is due to special gas emitted from floating volcanoes all over the sky. There's a fart joke to be had in this, but I'll let you figure that out for yourselves.
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So it's pretty clear that this is a plot device to nerf Goku's powers further. I find that strange, since he already got nerfed when Gomah turned him into a kid. He spent all of Episode 2 just getting adjusted to the balance of his smaller body. Now he's got the Demon Realm air to slow him down a bit more. Fair enough, but how much weaker does he need to be? I guess it makes sense because they couldn't just make all the Demon characters stronger, since Dabura was the strongest of them all, and he was about Perfect Cell-level, which just gets you killed in the Buu Saga.
Also, I'm curious how this is going to impact Bulma when she gets to Demon Realm. If the air is thick enough to hinder Goku's speed, then you'd think Bulma would barely be able to move at all. Maybe she gets a magic doohickey to counteract the problem.
While Goku fools around, Glorio asks the Supreme Kai if he's a "Glind", who used to live in the Second Demon World. The Kai confirms he is a Glind, but he doesn't say if he's actually from the Second Demon World. This show seems rather cagey about this point. We keep getting lore that strongly suggests all of the Kais, King, Grand, and Supremes, are former Demon Realm residents. But the Supreme Kai never comes out and says that's where he's from, even though he has pointy ears and seems to know a lot about the Demon Realm already.
The Kai does say that he's never been to the Third Demon Realm before, which suggests that he's at least visited the First or Second before. Glorio says that a high-falutin' Second Worlder like Shin never would have had any reason to go slumming in the Third, but Shin doesn't take the bait.
At this point, I'm guessing the deal here is that Shin, Degesu, and Arinsu were all from the Second Demon World, and then somehow Shin got called up to become a Kai, while Degesu and Arinsu rose up the ranks to become key officials in the First Demon Realm's palace. The way I remember it, the Kais were originally said to be from a race known as the Core People, and a select few of them were deemed worthy of becoming Kais or Kaioshin. And I'm pretty sure all the Core People grew on trees. So maybe Toriyama jettisoned all that in favor of this Glind business, or the answer is more complex.
There's also a "Sea of Darkness" at the bottom of all the cliffs in the Third Demon World. Fall in and you die. I guess this is different from the usual death you get when you fall down a regular cliff.
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Also, there are armed bandits or something in the wilderness. Their arrows and spears are too slow in the air to be much of a threat, so Glorio runs up and shoots at them with his cool laser gun. Come to think of it, a laser gun doesn't sound like it fits the whole Demon Realm aesthetic, but maybe Glorio picked it up in Universe 7 someplace.
The gang resumes their trip, and Glorio's plan is to get a hotel room in the nearest town and then meet with King Kadan, the ruler of the Third Demon Realm. But first Goku's hongry, so they gotta take him to a saloon to get some hamburgers. Goku ate a little dinner before Glorio showed up in Episode 2, so he's not looking for a full meal. He'll just take five hamburgers, please. Goku asks what kind of meat they're made of, and Glorio says "don't ask." My guy, Goku's eaten centipedes before. He's not asking because he's worried, he wants to bring home the recipe to his wife.
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Anyway, all the demons in the bar hate Goku because he has round ears, which means he must be from out of town. They start a fight, and Glorio clobbers a few of them, but the others try to attack Goku, and now they're in a whole other town. A town called Goku Town. Population: Whoopass!
I have to say, while this show has a slower, more relaxed pace to it, it definitely has not skimped on the action. Episode 1 had plenty of fight scenes from the Buu Saga flashback, and then Goku and Vegeta do some sparring near the end. Episode 2 didn't have an actual fight, but Goku did horse around a lot with his Nyoibo, and that's pretty rad. This time, Goku does a whole Jackie Chan thing to win a barroom brawl, and he eats all his burgers while he fights. He even says that this is just the sort of exercise he needs to get acclimated to the conditions in this world, so the implication here is that he's already planning to have bigger and better fights later on. Then he orders a sixth hamburger to put the exclamation point on this whole fight scene.
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This is a great way to introduce Goku to the audience. I mean, Goku already has a Macy's Parade float, and there's a nice explanation of his backstory in the opening credits of this show, but it's still good to sum the guy up every so often. He acted like a big yokel for most of this episode, saying goofy stuff to Warp, faring in the plane, and so on, but when it's time for eating and fighting he's all business, and he enjoys his work. I think this is something a lot of post-DBZ works have failed to capitalize on. GT Goku didn't fight nearly as much as he probably should have, and Goku spent much of Super whining about the lack of good fights between big showdowns. The Super Dragon Ball Heroes anime had multiple Gokus in it, and sometimes they even fought each other, but I don't think they quite captured the sheer joy of it, what with all the alternate universe stuff going on in every installment.
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Anyway, the next morning the gang heads to the parking lot to get in their plane, but it's been stolen. Whoops.
If I remember right, almost the exact same thing happened in Episode 3 of GT, which may have helped fuel speculation that Daima is some kind of GT remake, at least in spirit. And maybe it is, but Episode 3 is about where GT went sideways, so I have a hard time believing we're going to keep seeing parallels for much longer...
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Top of my head reaction while watching CR3E89 below, there's some discussion about the gods and the world, contain some SPOILERS so here's a warning.
Also contain some discussion and spoilers about the gods and world building of the 2 podcasts Legend Lark (Dames and Dragons) and Spout Lore. They are both very good and coming to an end of a long campaign, so check them out if you want to feast on some delicious delicious world buidling.
This whole discussion of whether the gods are necessary for the world to function comes up ever so often in this world of Critical Role and once again in c3e89. True to what Travis said, I think there're tons of missing links here. The only written record of what the gods done to Exandria is definitely by the followers of the gods, given it is by Vasselheim or by the Colbalt Soul (they are the followers of goddess Ioun, regardless of how neutral she is, still one of the gods). That's so obviously unavoidable bias to the gods! No one knows what was going on before the gods arrived. What was called chaos can be orders, just to a different standard. As an aware-but-not-religious person, I'm so deeply related to Ashton (Taliesin)'s sceptical pov on the gods, especially in this world! It's complicated in this fantasy world because the gods are somehow present and physical, and some people actually meet and talk to them. It's true that some people have special power connecting with the gods, it's true that the belief keep the world in order and there's some impact from the gods to keep other realms away from the material plane. But also because they are believed to be bringing orders and peace that there's no way to know what would be without them? It's true that the gods grow stronger with worship and followers. It's also true that they only look out for their own followers. So it's even more questionable whether they would even care if the world is destroyed if not for the dent in their own power.
In Legend Lark (Dames and Dragons) podcast, they also fight gods. The gods in this world are somehow enormous, intangible forces but also so human and selfish. The main big bad, Torva - the Conquerer, is one of the strongest gods, who is known to be the main cause of several destructions of civilizations. His motivation is so selfish, but so true to the chaotic nature of his domain and the grey moral of being one of the strongest gods that live so close to the mortal realm. In short, he wants to destroy the world and deconstruct the pantheon, dethrone the primordial forces to free his love from the cycle, a goddess who ascended from mortal who, in every lifetime, has to reborn herself and dedicate everything to care for her people (I'm not saying she's a selfless entity tho). An amazing thing is that throughout the campaign, it comes to light how humanity doesn't really need the gods to continue as a society. They are aware of the gods' existence, and some receive the blessing and power from the gods. Much at all, in the world history, the gods are recorded as the main force of destruction than anything.
Spout Lore podcast also has a very interesting take on the gods and the world. Interestingly, the world of Spout Lore has 3 realms, the material, the spirit, and the fairy. In which the gods, fundamentally, embodie forces of nature that walk across the three realms but bring the most destruction to the material realm. But somehow, the world survives, and the people live without much attention to the gods at all. The campaign is still going on at this point, but much to my understanding, the big bad, the Gibbous man, was a powerful god, still quite a god, but punished by other gods to be entangled with the human world. He is trying to free himself from the punishment while entangling himself stronger into his own chain. And the force of evil in the world materialised as demons, stem from his power, plague the world with greed, violence, and destruction.
On another note, back to CR, what even is Predathos? There's still so little information about this main reason that this whole campaign even has any plot at this point! Why is it called The Gods Eater? What did it do? What is it doing right now with the flares and the connections with the Ruidus borns? Somehow, this lack of explanation about the main force of the plot makes this campaign feel little like a drag sometimes. I know a lot of people saying that Bells Hells keep trying to avoid the main mission. But also, I feel now that they are on the main mission, all these moments of role-playing character development feel like roundabouts (!?). I don't know if it is a good choice to have the big final boss looming in the distance so early on the campaign with no return like this. Or is it better to establish the characters and story and as the story progressing, buidling up to the reveal of the villain?
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thebibliomancer · 6 months ago
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Universe X #5
We’ve got some Micronauts. I’m still surprised and alarmed that they’re part of Universe X’s big picture.
Although, here they are called the Ant Men.
Huh. Weren’t Scott Lang and his daughter stowed away in Tony’s refurbished Red Ronin armor? I guess they died when he tried to fight the Celestials. That’s depressing.
So red guy is Ant Man, son of Marionette and Arcturus Rann. I guess he named the team after himself.
Bug is the green one. Fun fact: the 616 version was in the Guardians of the Galaxy. Marionette is glowy, golden light woman. Neutron is the one who has the tall, conical head. Proton is the egg shaped one. Spartak is orange and has the crested helmet. And Spidra is upside down woman with all the hair.
Did you need to know their names? No and neither did I.
You’re welcome.
We’re following up from the Cap Special here so we start with Captain America’s funeral, held in the ruins of Washington DC and the grave of American democracy.
Wyatt Wingfoot, Cap’s former partner Redwing, gives the eulogy, calling Steve an unknown soldier, not really understood by the people he spent his life protecting.
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So things are grim.
Not helped by funeral drama.
Redwing blows up at Lil Mar-Vell when various heroes offer to take up Cap’s role in guarding him on his quest. As far as Wyatt is concerned, Mar-Vell caused Cap’s death. By dragging him around on some weird quest and not being able to save him despite saying he has cosmic consciousness.
Also, Unpersoned Loki tries to start off on a new page with Thor but of all approaches chooses a flirty one.
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I kind of want to roll up a newspaper and give Loki a smack.
The Tong of Creel attacks Windsor Castle to claim another piece of Absorbing Man.
King Captain Britain has impressive forces to throw at the problem. Himself, riding a Dragon Man. The Union Jacks. The Iron Avengers. Medusa. The new Black Widow, on loan from Russia. The new Black Knight/Prince of the Inhumans.
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King Britain is more than equipped to kick the Tong of Creel’s ass in a straightforward fight. But while he’s doing one of those, someone sneaks behind the lines and just swipes the chest of Absorbing Man.
Dammit but that’s embarrassing. You know these guys are after the pieces. You know that they tend to swipe them in the chaos of battle. You should have prepared a better place for it than a glass display case! Throw it into the Sun!
Meanwhile, Mar-Vell and new protectors Venom, Thor, the circus X-Men, gorilla Hulk and child Bruce, and half-on-fire Namor go to HELL.
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The Human Engineering Life Laboratory.
Acronyms are fun.
Home to the Prometheus Pit, once the entrance to the Microverse or Subatomica.
Mar-Vell needed to come here to get Psycho-Man’s Emotio-Caster. And he finds that the Prometheus Pit is clogged with some weird, organic matter.
The Ant Men are finally relevant to the story because they pop up to exposit everything. Well, Nighthawk got the opening exposition dump about Microverse stuff, too.
In the far off future, Prince Wayfinder finds a sentient sword embedded in a star that leads him to Earth of the distant past and created the subatomic world for him and his people to live on. The sword also imbued him with the Enigma Force, making him the first Captain Universe.
When Wayfinder died, the Enigma Force passed down to his descendant Arcturus Rann. But when Psycho-Man got tired of the Fantastic Four kicking his ass, he conquered his own home the Microverse, using his Emotio-Caster to fill people with fear, doubt, and hate. He even influenced Marionette to kill her own husband Rann.
The Enigma Force that was in him passed into the Realm of Death instead of choosing a new, living host and chose Dead Mar-Vell.
That’s the big inciting event for Mar-Vell’s side of the plot. That’s why he’s suddenly making moves despite having been dead for a long while.
When all hope was lost to save the Microverse from Psycho-Man, Ant Man and his Ant Men chose scorched earth. They evacuated through the Prometheus Pit and then had Man-Thing clog it up so nobody else could escape. Literally scorched. All who know fear burn at the Man-Thing’s touch.
The Microverse was on borrowed time. It was created and sustained by the Enigma Force. When that Force died with Rann, the world it created began falling apart.
The last of the Enigma Force that had been in the Microverse then went back in time and empowered the last survivor of the previous universe.
Yes, that’s right. In Universe X, Galactus and the Microverse share the same origin.
It gets betterworse, depending on your tolerance for this arc welding. Aaron Stack, the new Watcher, speculates that it wasn’t the sword that gave Wayfinder power and created a world for him, it was the star the sword was stuck into. And Galactus’ ultimate fate was to be turned into a star. Therefore, we have a bootstrap paradox time loopy.
The Enigma Force creates Galactus who gets turned into a star which creates the Enigma Force and the Microverse, which eventually collapses and sends its last energy back in time to create Galactus.
I don’t have to like it but I do have to respect Earth X and its sequels conspiracy board with yarn between various things “it’s all connected!” approach.
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Neutron yanks the Emotio-Caster out of the mess for Mar-Vell, which finally collapses whatever remained of Subatomica and Man-Thing.
Venom asks what Mar-Vell needs the emotion controlling device for and he says he wants to make people happy.
Nobody seems to find this alarming or ominous!
Maybe because he bolded happy. I feel that given the device in question the emphasis should have been on “make people happy.”
So much of this quest is Mar-Vell gathering up dangerous items and going “just trust me, bro” and people do!
Also, Mr S (Cyclops) realizes that he can communicate with Phoenix in the Realm of the Dead through their psychic rapport.
In perhaps the only significant characterization that the new X-Men have gotten so far, Charmer is upset about that because she has a crush on Scott.
And while pondering the Galactus-Enigma Force ouroboros, Aaron Stack goes and digs up the Supreme Intelligence from beneath the surface of the Moon, like he’s been talking about doing for a while, and sits on him.
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Five issues, an issue 0, and three specials in. And still not a really concrete idea of where we’re going with this.
Aaron at least decides to go talk to Nighthawk soon. I’m glad for him. Going out and talking to new people instead of pondering the multiverse and letting Uatu yell at him.
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naelysvelaryon · 8 months ago
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♛ → NEW VALYRIA present(s) LADY NAELYS VELARYON, the LADY of DRIFTMARK. when the dragons danced in the sky they thought the BLACKS would still fly, but in the blink of an eye, they would all die. the TWENTY-SIX year old FEMALE who was WISTFUL & REFLECTIVE before they saw the first of the flames, is now MELANCHOLIC & ANXIOUS after seeing the last. ( ana de armas )
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the pampered, overly suffocated daughter of house velaryon; she was always considered to be sensitive b y corlys, and thus there is a bit of a 'glass' aura around her. many think she will simply shatter into a million pieces. "you know you have to be softer with nellie..." i do picture that rhaenys probably tried to a bit firmer with her, have her develop some sort of tough skin - she most certainly has not.
she was never able to bond with a dragon, and often narrowly escaped death in trying to form a bond with one of them. she had a particularly bad experience with silverwing. neither did she fight in the dance of dragons, she felt and still feels utterly helpless in this regard. due to this, she believes something is faulty in her 'valyrian god complex' - if they were gods, what kind of god was she? a broken one? less of a god?
nellie appears very melancholic, tends to give witchy vibes - does not partake in anything of the such at all. this is solely because i find the contrast incredibly funny; she is well aware of such things existing within the world and believes in them whole heartedly...only does not think it is for her. in regard to her melancholia, most of the time she is not feeling sad at all - merely has a good ability to drift off and begin to daydream.
rook's rest and the fate that befell her mother at the hands of the greens continues to haunt her; she does not have dreams often, but when she does she has nightmares of vhagar appearing above her in grey, stormy clouds.
she has managed to accept all that has happened, but interestingly, the abandonment of prince daemon targaryen continues to make her feel increasing anger and resentment. she truly believed should he have stayed in contact with rhaenyra, heard the message that rhaenys was flying alone, he would have accompanied her on ceraxes - and she would have lived. thus, naelys has a complicated relationship with her targaryen cousins of dragonstone. she wishes to blame their father for all the wrongdoing in the world, as much as the hightowers.
nellie missed a decent amount of the end of the war - she spent the final six months across the narrow sea, within the safety of the city of braavos. she was recently across the narrow sea with the children of her oldest brother deimos when jaehaerys targaryen staged his conquering of the crownlands, the stormlands and the stepstones: this is because of maximus celtigar's insistance that was something was happening. she has since been recalled to kings landing now the dust has settled.
connections: deimos velaryon: darling big brother who can do no wrong, is the living embodiment of the good of lord corlys and princess rhaenys. deserves to be the hand of the king, for his balanced approach; he focuses on the good of the realm. she sort of wonders if deimos has been losing some faith in himself though, inspired by the quote "why do you ask god for a swordsman? look at your hands." she has taken on a maternal role in caring for his children since he became a widow and they lost their mother. vhaenessa velaryon: kim kardashian vs kourtney kardashian; these two are so incredibly different. naelys has always been latching onto how vhaenessa managed to connect with a dragon, and she never did. there is love there, but there is a lot of comparison between the two sisters. marcella celtigar: her bestest friend, her soul mate; there is no doubt that naelys views marcella through rose tinted glasses though. marcella celtigar has been her companion since they were both under the age of five, often seen holding hands throughout the hallways of the red keep in the shadows of their fathers. she knows of marcella's sinister practices, though thinks she has it all under control. truly, marcella is the love of nellie's life - she'd never turn on her. saella qoherys: the older sister figure in her life, considering naelys does not get on entirely well with vhaenessa - this is ironic, considering saella and vhaenessa are close friends. upon returning to court, saella has taken nellie under her wing in order to point out the changes in the court to nellie, who was never politically savy. she is well aware of saella's devious practices, though it never crosses her mind. ginevra templeton: another companion that naelys made considering both of their families fought black; she has grown closer to ginerva in recent times, often exchanging letters whilst she was across the narrow sea. naelys is growing aware of the differences between them though, considering how ambitious ginerva truly is - and she wonders how far she would go to accomplish what she wants. rhaegar targaryen / luco, the swordsmith's son: she does not know rhaegar targaryen well. she knows a man of mixed braavosi and lysene descent named luco, the son of a swordsmith, who worked as a page within her household in braavos. the two became far too close, with naelys growing borderline dependent on him - despite their clear social class difference. lines crossed, tut tut. she never truly believed herself to be a worthy valyrian lady, considering she had failed in what all but her could do - and therefore, she promised to throw it all away and remain with him once returning deimos his children. because what was the world when someone loves you for you? she was ready to tell deimos, as much as she dreaded it. upon venturing to the swordsmiths shop one day, returning a quill in hand, she was shocked to hear he had no son who went by the name luco. that evening when he appeared on her balcony again, she pushed him away from her - demanding to know who he was. the next she knew, luco had died. she has spoken not a word of it to anyone. // the entire time it was rhaegar targaryen using his talents as a faceless man, getting close to her with the purpose of assassinating her and sending her body back to deimos. he could not go through with this, and so faked his death.
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for someone who claims she knows right from wrong, she surely does associate with a large amount of rotten folk. this does not ever cross her mind - makes you wonder.
naelys knows how to play the lute, realising that she could tighten the strings to achieve a more echoing sound. it is her passion: her favourite thing to play would be 'enter sandman' by metallica or 'uprising' by muse.
she tends to wear her hair up as pictured in the gif above, with strings of hair left out; that would be her usual hairstyle on a day to day basis.
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big-nerd-boi · 11 months ago
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Kill the crown intro post:
The Veiled Emperor.
No one knows what they look like under that grey veil. Their voices is like a cacophony of people talking at once, echoing like a ghost’s. They move like a specter, as if floating across the ground instead of walking.
There is no sound when they move, only the sound of fabric. No breath, no feet, just… fabric swishing as they wander the jade palace.
The palace is barren of life who willingly gave their loyalty to the new emperor. Everyone now clad in uniforms chosen by their new ruler, meals prepared for the emperor and their top three commanders. All of them are demons, most of the celestials have been slaughtered anyways.
Any whisper of treason is snuffed out, violently.
Those who survive know to keep their mouths shut around their emperor.
Zhu Baije, the altar cleanser is a reminder of what happens if you rebel. No matter your past, the power you once wielded, you are no matter for the Veiled Emperor. Neither he, nor his brothers stood a chance.
Zhu hasn’t heard from Sha or Bai since the rebellion, after screaming for them to run as his arm was shattered- lightning dancing along his skin and fur.
The Veiled Emperor keeps him around as a reminder, they were even generous enough to give the boar two assistants. A princess from the Eastern Kingdom of the Sun, and a simple village girl that they had spared out of the kindness of their heart.
Kindness comes with a price.
Fifty years and they still haven’t conquered the earthly realm or have gotten the Ten Kings to submit to their rule. Fifty years and Sun Wukong has not been found, nor his staff. That staff… they need it. If it was found, they’d be unstoppable.
In a way they already were.
They had forced the bodhisattvas of earth to reincarnate, ridding them of their memories and powers for decades, and the Buddha of Sandalwood Merit? His second in command had disposed of him easily, sending him to Nirvana. After all, Buddhas don’t reincarnate.
They are inevitable, unstoppable, the absolute.
In their throne room their general barges in, pale.
He bows, on his knees as he explains that Sun Wukong’s weapon has been found. They know this good news isn’t all there is, and urge their general to continue.
“My liege, someone has gotten to it first.”
Thunder rumbles, and lightning strikes outside the palace walls. They slowly rise off the dragon throne, the air itself electric.
“Bring me the staff, leave no survivors.”
Their voice is quiet, laced with venom. A promise that if the general fails, he will receive a punishment worse than death.
Nothing will get in their way of ruling these realms. Not the jade emperor, not the bodhisattva, not even the Buddhas.
What possibly could two monkeys do?
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And here we have our big bad villain!
The veiled emperor, specifically with they/ them pronouns as well. They’re possibly one of my favorite villains in this story purely cuz I want them to be terrifying and mysterious.
I have so much fun with them y’all.
I still have quite a few characters to introduce, but this does wrap up our main five!
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Team black here and i am always amazed at how people cope so hard that Sunfyre and aegon didn't have any bond at all💀 like what do u mean that's a targaryen out there 💀 people love to bring the whole argument of "he wanted to have a new Sunfyre" which means he dgaf about his dragon which is completely untrue , Rhaenyra wanted to have an egg after Syrax's death that doesn't means Rhaenyra never loved Syrax, also another important detail that people often ignore for some reason is that Aegon was disabled, still at war and he only has lord Baratheon on his side which isn't much when you compare it to three armies (vale,riverland,north) so obviously a dragon will help alot in this situation, remember the conqueror? Who was able to conquer a whole content full of big armies only by using his dragon Balerion. Also the scenes of Aegon ii claiming a golden dragon's egg with purple hue and says that he doesn't want silverwing but a new Sunfyre . I've always read it as some desperation and a bit delulu from his part as if sunfyre could have been reborn again from that golden egg. Not to mention mushroom said that Aegon has sat upon that egg for a day and a night hoping it will hatch, so that's Eggon for you. Thank you if you kept reading until now , and this is simply my interpretation of the text nothing more<3
no worries. I completely get it don't worry ♥ And I mostly agree with you so I don't have anything to add other than both teams tend to be hypocritical as hell.
Few weeks ago for instance, i saw a screenshot of reddit post about the green kids and alicent and what titles could have (for example how rhaenyra was called the Realm's Delight etc). The names they came up with was one worse than the other. I laughed. I won't pretend to be better. But imagine my surprise when I saw everyone was mocking it on Twitter.
And you might ask "Silver, why were you surprised? it's Twitter" You'd be right. But my surprise is the fact that same people have come up with various cringe worthy titles for Baela, Rhaena, Lucerys and Jacaerys but apparently their stuff is somehow more intellectual than the reddit post users.
So see? Hypocrisy
And same goes team green. I've seen plenty of defenses about helaena's mental state, her grief, tragic ending. And same people hard on hating rhaenyra for not being "badass and fight in the battle like aegon" (which BTW can I say how stupid of a strategy that is? Why risk your king/queen? 💀 anyways). So yeah, compassion for the one female passive character but without the same energy for other passive female character during the war.
So yeah, anyways lots of stupid discourse to find, but the ones with anything dragon-related always eat the cake
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imaginarianisms · 1 year ago
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okay so i have. no idea when fire & blood part 2 is gonna come out so its. Very possible i could be wrong about a few things but here's a meta on m.yriah m.artell.
m.yriah m.artell was definitely in an interesting time period even before she became queen. i&. genuinely have no idea if she'd ever know queen daenaera velaryon or (big maybe) larra rogare or any of aegon's mistresses but i& think it's definitely possible considering we don't know if daenaera outlived aegon iii but it's very possible she did, who knows, maybe she was one of myriah's mentors in king's landing. she was around the time of aegon iv targaryen, aegon the unworthy, who's just. one of the actual worst rulers of the targaryen dynasty. iirc she was the eldest of the prince of dorne's children at the time so she was set to rule dorne much like princess a.rianne m.artell in our current story is, she was meant to rule & likely had that expectation, so when baelor targaryen comes along to speak with the prince of dorne once the crazy fucker finally arrives at sunspear, to agree upon a peace which included a marriage between his cousin prince daeron & myriah martell & the two would marry once they came of age, that probably really shocked myriah bc like imagine being expected to rule dorne one day & then you have to give up that right to become queen of all the seven kingdoms one day? that must've stung a bit, too, but it's also a MASSIVE undertaking. it's one thing to rule one kingdom, but seven? that's quite a lot. there had been many queens of westeros before, but myriah martell is the TRUE first queen of the seven kingdoms, because in all the previous reigns, dorne was never truly a part of westeros, it was its own independent kingdom, it had never bowed to the targaryens during aegon's conquest, they were the only kingdom that managed to fight off the targaryens & actually WIN or the previous conquest of king daeron i targaryen, dorne only came into the fold with marriage & diplomacy. so she probably had to learn about the non-dornish kingdoms & peoples as well before becoming queen. becoming this queen, however, Also involves marrying into the family that's attempted to subjugate & conquer your people since aegon the conqueror & his sister wives (& they ACTUALLY KILLED RHAENYS & A DRAGON BY THE FUCKING WAY). like. can you imagine how appalling it must be to marry into a family that felt superior to you & entitled to YOUR land. & keep in mind said bizarre inbred family is no longer the powerhouse they once were on the heels of the war that cost them their dragons & yet they learned nothing, even now. myriah joined king's landing at such an interesting time. she's supposed to usher in peace & prosperity to the realm but how do you Do That when Everything is working against you as a foreign princess.
bc keep in mind. the grandson of queen rhaenyra i targaryen just died attempting to subjugate HER country once more & was killed under a peace banner. a loss that demanded blood & caused outrage, despite the fact that daeron the young dragon lost over 10,000 lives trying to control a land that. Didn't Belong To Him. baelor the blessed was instrumental in creating peace arranging her very own arranged marriage alliance, her own son who was meant to be one of the greatest kings is named after him but dorne is Also where women have always ruled & baelor's three sisters were imprisoned against their will in the maidenvault for a decade. that must've terrified myriah (& it didn't help that baelor quite literally walked all the way to sunspear barefoot on the hot sands, she must've been like "father...... what is this man doing.... he's crazy"). i think just the stories she's heard of daena the defiant, rhaena, queen naerys, elaena & daenerys she'd hold a great deal of pity for them bc in dorne nothing of the sort would ever happen to them let alone naerys' abuse by aegon iv who i think later in life she would've gotten along with naerys as her daughter in law & tried to take care of her bc she's decent. i& genuinely think that even when she wasn't queen yet, she would've tried to bring more women into the fold & into positions of power. something we Do know canonically is the fact that daeron ii's court was disliked for being progressive/intelligent, pro women & pro dornish, who btw are poc, so the red keep at the time would be VERY inclusive & were likely pro sex work, pro disability & pro lgbtqia+/queerness because the dornish were known for accepting women's rights & elderly rights, the rights of people with disabilities & queer people, sex workers as well as same sex/same gender relationships & polyamorous relationships, elaena targaryen was the unofficial master of coin & was trusted with state matters for daeron ii & myriah & famously sided with THEM & not her sister's son during the first blackfyre rebellion & she could've been friends w/ elaena & not to mention myriah martell would be the first non-valyrian woman of color to become queen of westeros (there were black women who ruled before her notably {technically visenya targaryen & rhaenys targaryen who're mixed as their mother was valaena velaryon} alyssa velaryon, alysanne targaryen & daenaera velaryon, but they were all valyrian & the rest of the queens were presumably all white women). that's a MASSIVE deal. & not to mention the fates of the queens before her must've shocked her bc like literally none of that would've happened in dorne.
myriah was also a princess & queen to be under a father in-law who hated & attempted to take her country AGAIN even after she married his son. i honestly can't even imagine the amount of anxiety, rage & stress this would've caused myriah & i can't imagine she didn't have to swallow racist insult after racist insult from aegon iv. like. i almost wonder if some of the targaryens after the dance of the dragons, specifically king aegon vi, daeron i targaryen the young dragon, daena the defiant, etc. were desperate to get back some of their sense of superiority after their great house lost the source of their power, the dragons (by their own making. btw), & what better way to do that then to conquer the land that aegon & his sisters couldn't with even their own dragons. what better way to prove themselves Real Dragons TM & to prove their superiority. so when they were reduced to normalcy like yknow Literally Everybody Else that must've been a real hard pill for the targaryens to swallow lmao
this is the court myriah would have to contend with & this isn't even going into the fact that even Before she became queen, she & her children were considered unworthy for not being white paleskinned purple eyed blondes bc they were dornish & the court was Very Fucking Racist Towards The Dornish. going w/ the presumption that she was born in 146 AC, myriah would've been 24 when she had baelon, 26-30 (most likely 26) when she had aerys, 27-31 (most likely 27) when she had rhaegel & 28-32 (most likely 28) when she had maekar; daeron treated his half siblings well & yet they STILL go to war against HER queenship & the rights of her trueborn children after the death of aegon iv; myriah would've been 26 at least or 38 at most when he died (daemon blackfyre also married rohanne of tyrosh during this time & aegon legitimized all his bastards including daemon blackfyre, aegor rivers / bittersteel, mya rivers, gwenys rivers, brynden rivers / bloodraven & shiera seastar on his deathbed so myriah would've known them & she would've been 26-38 when she became queen, but i'm gonna go with the maximum possible age so she'd be a year younger than daena the defiant so she'd be 26 when she became queen) depending on which year she was born bc even that's unclear but if she was born in 146 AC, she would've lived through the reigns of aegon iii, daeron i, baelor i, viserys ii, aegon iv & daeron ii & very possibly even outlived her husband & if she was born in 158 AC she would've lived through the reigns of daeron i, baelor i, viserys ii, aegon iv & daeron ii & likely outlived her husband but for my sanity's sake i'm gonna go with the prediction that she was born in or around 146 AC if not maybe a few years after, idk yet, hopefully that gets confirmed. if she was born in or around 146 AC myriah would've been 7 years older than him; daeron ii died when he was 55 in 209 AC so she would've been 62 (if she was born in 146 AC) at most when he died so she definitely lived during the blackfyre rebellions era & very well could've lived in aerys i's reign (209-221) & maekar i's reign (221-233), idk, i like to think she lived just long enough to see aegon v become king & dying of natural causes when she was 79 years old as an elderly woman but fire & blood part 2 could prove me wrong, but she would've lived past alysanne targaryen. maybe she adopted daenerys after naerys died so she could make sure daenerys would be a good, clever & intelligent full fledged leader capable of ruling dorne like she herself was meant to & then later shiera seastar after serenei of lys died & it's because of that loyalty to her adopted family that she was loyal to the targaryens (& that could be a reason why maekar beefed with brynden bc he's protective over his adopted little sister while technically she's biologically his half aunt after her mother died & her father was an asshat & maekar is the youngest of daeron & myriah's children & shiera's the only little sibling he had so he's a grumpy older brother), who knows, maybe she mentored b.etha b.lackwood for a time before she's queen.
myriah would've had to be a spectacular & aweinspiring woman to survive & thrive under the circumstances she lived through, she & daeron had a healthy marriage despite so many things working against them & daeron ii built the castle of summerhall in her honor & the peace in westeros. she must've been bold, unflinching, intelligent, confident, sometimes even arrogant bc she Knows She's That Bitch, kind, clever & regal, embodying the very words of her house "unbowed, unbent, unbroken".
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arjengelly · 1 year ago
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Oh no… I made another Universe for DB Super!
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My Kai in training before I knew there were more Supreme Kai’s & in other colors… Can’t believe Zamasu was a thing!
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It’s a world where Launch was actually two separate people and Tights Briefs had more relevance…
Yellow Lauch is Tights and her daughter with Android 17 is Blue Lauch.
Ofc I’m including Scissor Seven here with Dr. Briefs being the former Prince of Stan & Bikini used to be Cola.
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No matter how many times Trunks tried to fix the future, it kept getting worse.
Marron, Bulla & Pan step in and become: The Triple Threat/Heiresses of Power/Sisters of the Silver Eye(s) 🤷🏻‍♀️…..All sport silver eyes btw
Bulla and Pan transform into something beyond Super Saiyan 4 (look like zabimaru)
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The Goddess of that realm, Bass, takes a liking to them & gives the girls a mission:
Don’t use the dragon balls to resurrect the fallen z fighters (including Goku, Gohan, Vegeta, Krillin and Piccolo) but use the relics’ energy to shield their world/ realm from outside enemies….the multiverse & alien invasion. They also have to conquer Earth in Bass’s name, no big whoop… 😅
Trunks, Goten & Uub aren’t too happy about it. P.S. there’s another Bio Broly lurking around (Brollie).
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