#but at the same time it changes nothing about her desire for the throne

[stingynugget]

Bowuigi Mating Dance Idea

Again, another crack Bowuigi idea that I'm not sure how to flesh out. For this one, Bowser steals a serum/potion from the Mushroom Kingdom in hopes that it will make him invincible. However, instead, it reveals his subconscious desires. And one of those desires is to have Luigi as his partner.

Wrote some copy for this, but again, not entirely fleshed out:

Mario and Luigi stood up with a grunt. Princess Peach’s throne room was a mess, with rubble everywhere and a gaping hole where the room’s doors used to be. From behind them, Peach reached over to see if they were okay, but Mario gently pushed her back, straightening himself. 

The toads who had been in the room had already fled. They had been in the middle of a meeting when Bowser so kindly interrupted. 

Bowser guffawed as he strolled through the hole his airship had just made. His advisor, Kamek, flew on his broomstick above Bowser’s head. Green-shelled koopas marched behind them, and they quickly flanked the trio. 

Luigi took a deep breath and tried to stop shaking so much.

“Well, well, did I catch you guys on a bad day?” Bowser crooned. “That’s too bad.” He looked as menacing as usual, especially with the setting sun on his back. 

Mario rubbed the dust off of his mustache. “Can’t you just leave us alone? We all know how this ends.”

Luigi nodded in agreement, crossing his arms over his chest.

Bowser pretended to look at his claws. “I’m afraid things are going to be a bit different this time.” He smirked as he reached into his shell and pulled out a bottle full of strange, pink liquid. He held it up into the sky and roared, “Behold! My raw strength is about to increase tenfold!”

Peach pushed past Mario and Luigi, a confused look on her face. “Wait, why do you have that?”

“My dearest Peaches, it was actually quite easy to steal from your castle’s boring research facility. And now, I’ll use it to rule the world.”

Peach raised an eyebrow, and Mario and Luigi looked at each other. 

“I would highly recommend you don’t use that, Bowser,” Peach said slowly.  

“Hah! As if,” Bowser sneered. He opened the bottle and downed the contents in one go. 

Mario and Luigi readied themselves, clenching their fists and opening their stances. Peach covered her mouth in surprise. 

Bowser grinned and looked down at his body in expectation. But… nothing about his body really changed. He glared over at Kamek. “You idiot! I thought you said this would make me invincible!”

Kamek held up his hands in placation. “I couldn’t quite examine it, sire, because you didn’t want me to waste a single drop. So I made a guess based on what it looked and smelled like.”

Bowser growled. “That’s it. When we get back, you’re—” Bowser stopped talking mid sentence, his snout twitching like crazy. He tried again, “You’re…” He shook his head and stumbled a bit.

“Your majesty! Are you all right?”

Luigi glanced over at Peach, who was rolling her eyes at Bowser.  “Um… what exactly does it do, princess?” he asked.

Peach opened her mouth to respond, when Bowser let out a loud grunt. They all looked over at him to see his pupils had dilated. He was staring right at them. Luigi and Mario both took a step in front of the princess.

Bowser didn’t move for a second, then he leaned forward and let out a low bellow that sounded like chainsaws trying to start up. Luigi had never heard such a sound from Bowser before. 

Turning around, Bowser’s tail swept across the floor, flickering and moving in a strange pattern. Even stranger, his spikes started raising and lowering in some sort of rhythm.

Luigi had no idea Bowser’s shell could do that. Looking over at Mario, Luigi could tell he was thinking the same thing.

Bowser faced forward again and let out another bellow. This one was accompanied by a small burst of sparks from his muzzle. Then he turned right back around and kept doing that weird shell and tail combo.

“Well… that’s a thing. I guess,” Mario said, stroking his mustache.

Luigi kind of wanted to laugh. But they were still surrounded by Bowser’s minions. “Hey, how about I take the right side, and you take the left side?”

Mario nodded and said, “Peach, keep Bowser distracted?”

Peach hummed in agreement. 

The two Mario brothers took off. The koopas charged at Luigi, but he easily hopped onto their heads and kicked them out of the hole Bowser made. He hit a few with his hammer and kicked those, too. 

“Luigi, look out!” Peach called.

Luigi turned around and came face to face with Bowser. He jumped back with a shriek and held up his hands in defense. The koopas he had been fighting now took cover behind Bowser.

“Sire! What are you doing?” Kamek called. He shot a blast of magic at Mario, who dodged it easily. Mario’s end of koopas were already out of commission. 

Bowser didn’t answer, he just stared at Luigi with his red eyes. When Luigi continued to stand there, Bowser let out a rumbling bellow and bobbed his head up and down. 

Luigi had no idea what was going on. Maybe he should just leave this sort of thing to Mario. He tried to run back to Peach’s side, but Bowser stepped in front of him. Luigi didn’t dare breathe. But Bowser didn’t hurt him. Instead, he turned around and slapped his tail up and down on the floor. 

Now Luigi was really confused. What exactly was in that bottle?

A blast of magic surrounded Bowser and lifted him towards the hole in the room. “Your Craziness, we must retreat!” Kamek cried. He barely managed to dodge Mario trying to jump up and grab his broom. 

Instead of listening to his advisor, Bowser let out a fierce growl. Kamek froze in his tracks, dissipating the hovering spell, and stared at Bowser in bewilderment. Mario managed to grab the tip of Kamek’s broom and yank him down. The magikoopa freed himself by shooting a small lightning bolt at Mario, who avoided it gracefully.

Bowser let out one last growl towards his advisor, then he approached Luigi again. Smoke billowed out of Bowser’s mouth as he approached.

“What do you want?!” Luigi cried hysterically, glancing around the room. 

A piece of debris hit Bowser in the head. Luigi and Bowser turned to see Peach winding up to throw another one. Bowser blew a plume of fire in her direction. Mario dove onto her, getting both of them out of the way. Mario dragged Peach out of the way when another one of Kamek’s lightning bolts struck the ground.

Luigi returned his attention to Bowser, who had managed to get up close to Luigi’s personal space without him noticing. Luigi held up his hands in surrender; the last thing he wanted to do was set Bowser off in his crazed state.

Bowser stared down at Luigi, his blown up pupils nearly drowning out the whites of his eyes. Luigi tried to take a step back, but he got poked by something. He glanced behind him to see the few koopas he didn’t manage to take care of standing there. One of them had a long spear, which they used to push Luigi towards their king.

Luigi covered his head with his hands. His legs shook violently, and he muttered prayers to himself in Italian.

However, instead of Bowser biting his head off, Luigi felt something warm and soft rub against his face. He opened his eyes and moved his hands away, right when Bowser leaned back from Luigi. When Luigi didn’t do anything, Bowser leaned down again and rubbed his cheek on Luigi’s. 

Luigi froze. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and saw Mario, Peach, Kamek, and the koopas staring at the scene.

“Seriously, Peach, what was in that elixir?” Mario asked. His eyes looked like they were going to bug out of his head. 

Peach hummed. “It was a serum that revealed your subconscious desires… We were testing it for interrogation purposes…” She tapped her chin in thought. 

Kamek shook his head. He flew down and wacked Luigi’s face away from Bowser’s with the back of his broom. Luigi sputtered and tripped on something behind him. He heard a low growl and something firm wrap around his body. He looked down to see Bowser’s hand around his waist. 

With a gulp, Luigi slowly looked up at Bowser, whose eyes were half lidded as he stared down at Luigi. Was it just him, or was Bowser’s face getting closer?

“Sire! Enough of this nonsense!” Kamek screeched. He flew up to Bowser’s head and wacked the back of it with his wand.

Bowser’s eyes shrunk back to their normal size, and Bowser shook his head to clear it. 

“W-what?” Bowser groaned. He glanced at Luigi, then at Mario and Peach, then back at Luigi with a look of bewilderment. 

“Um… hi…” Luigi muttered. He tried to tug Bowser’s fingers off of him, but his grip was strong. 

Bowser’s face morphed into his usual cocky sneer. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“H-hey!” Luigi protested, “I’m not the one who was making googly eyes earlier! And is still holding onto me!”

Bowser glanced down at his hand and blinked, as if just noticing he was holding onto Luigi. He dropped Luigi unceremoniously onto the floor.

“Your highness, I suggest a tactical retreat!” Kamek called.

Bowser grumbled. “FINE!” He blew flame towards Mario and Peach, so they wouldn’t follow after them as they ran back to their airship. 

Luigi watched them go with absolute confusion. Mario tried to chase after them, but he was too late. Luigi didn’t bother standing up, his mind still stuck on what had transpired.

I like to think that the bellowing Bowser's doing is like an alligator's bellow, but much louder.

[drakaripykiros130ac]

“Rhaenyra and Alicent are the same. They are both greedy, selfish women who fight for the throne.”

No, they’re not. They are not the same.

Rhaenyra Targaryen was a very happy child (up until her mother died, at least).

All she ever wanted was to live her princess life, marry the love of her life and ride her dragon, Syrax.

Rhaenyra never cared about the Iron Throne. She was more than okay with her mother giving her a little brother who would shoulder the responsibility.

But everything changed when Viserys chose her as his heir. That meant the world to Rhaenyra. Imagine being the first princess in history chosen by your father to succeed him. That has never happened before. It gave her a sense of worth, of purpose, which she adored.

And then for the first time in history, the lords of the Realm presented themselves in front of a princess and swore to uphold her claim.

In that moment, it was as if Rhaenyra herself had sworn an oath to the Realm, to be their future Queen. She took on the responsibility, and sat beside her father at Court, learning everything about politicking. She then moved to Dragonstone when she was sixteen and learned to govern.

Rhaenyra was willing to give up on her dreams so she could make her father proud, so she could take on the responsibility and lead her House. And that’s just what she did. She spent years preparing to rule. She had to endure a marriage to someone like Laenor Velaryon (the ultimate challenge: have children with a man of a different sexual preference, and who is also unwilling to bed you, at a time when the whole Realm expects you to produce heirs).

And then…to have all that she was promised taken away from her.

I would rage.

To have sacrificed all these years of my life, to have endured childbirth for the sake of the Realm despite knowing that my own mother died in childbirth, to have to deal with greedy and backstabbing people all on my own…all that for nothing.

Rhaenyra didn’t covet the throne. She never wanted it, but it was promised to her. And for all she had sacrificed, she would be damned if she let her abusive stepmother and her worthless, lazy spawns take away what she worked hard for.

Alicent Hightower, on the other hand, was an upstart from the beginning. Being the daughter of a second son who had no fortune of his own, she couldn’t have expected to have too many prospects. She therefore slithered her way in Court life with the help of her father, became a lady in waiting and bid her time until the moment came to seduce the King and take the crown. She became the most powerful woman in the Seven Kingdoms, the Queen. She was given privileges which she abused, her children were well taken care of and lacked for nothing (and they rarely appreciated it).

But this was not enough for Alicent (or Otto). She wanted more. She was greedy. She wouldn’t settle for anything less than having her own blood on the throne, and she committed high treason to make that happen. A decision which destroyed her family.

So, no, the stories of these two women are not the same.

Rhaenyra fought for the oaths which had been sworn to her, for her father’s wish.

Alicent fought for her own selfish desires.

[calisources]

𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎.

All sentences are taken from different books from Phillipa Gregory, specially her series about the historical fiction setting of the war of roses and the tudors era. Change names, locations, pronouns and nouns as you see fit for your own liking. Some of these have slight foul language or involve insuation of sexual situations. Please beware. This is part two. (part one).

You are my joy. You are worth tens of thousands.

The art of happiness is being content with what you have.

Bless you my daughter, and may you remain pure in heart and get your desires.

I want my husband to love me with a passion, like in a troubadour tale, like a knight.

Ah, my dear, you are a good wife. You are my beauty. You are my only love.

Another husband, another new house, another new country, but I never belong anywhere and I never own anything in my own right.

Life is long, and if a woman survives, she can take her pleasures one way or another.

My advice to you, as you go to your husband, is never to trust him and never love him more than he loves you.

This is a generation of men accustomed to warfare, inured to danger and familiar with cruelty.

Last time I danced in these rooms it was the Christmas feast and I was wearing a dress of silk.

I have the Sight, I should have seen it all, but some things are too dark to forsee. 

When a country is at war, cousin against cousin, brother against brother, no boy is safe.

People always make up stories about princesses. It comes to us with the crown.

Good God, I could take you in my arms right now.

There is no one who loves peace more than a soldier.

A troubadour to a distant mistress.

Every woman should marry for her own advantage since her husband will represent her.

The castle will seem very quiet and strange without you here.

We may be of the same family, but that is the very reason why we are not friends, for we are rivals for the throne. 

Her confidence is extraordinary, her impertinence unforgivable, her words terribly true.

I believe that to be a free woman is to be both passionate and intelligent; and I am a free woman at last.

She doesn't realize yet though men go to war it is the women who suffer--perhaps more than anyone.

They are a couple in love, and anyone but a fool would see it is simply that, nothing more- and certainly nothing less.

We are Plantagenets - we dine on a diet of betrayal and heartbreak.

One little boy, and he a bastard.

The queen sees me coming, turns toward us and waits, with a killer's patience, for me to reach the chancel steps.

I am the daughter of a water goddess. I am a woman with water in her veins and power in her breeding.

I am not defeated by a boy with a newly won crown, and no man will ever walk away from me certain that he won’t walk back.

Compared with the rest of us she was silver, while we were pewter, a common mixture of lead and tin.

I was born to be Queen of England and mother of the next King of England. I have to fulfill my destiny, it is my God-given destiny.

I will stand up and speak in my own voice and no man will ever silence me again.

Affection is not important to you, nor to me. You want power Margaret, power and wealth; and so do I. 

A woman of sense would marry only for the improvement of her family. Only a lustful fool dreams every night of a marriage of love.

All this is always for nothing.

Her heart has to break and her spirit has to break if she is to be any use to her family.

Your son is heir to an enormous fortune and name. Someone would be bound to bid for you him and take him as his ward.

Your son is heir to an enormous fortune and name. Someone would be bound to bid for you him and take him as his ward.

It's not an easy dance she's leading.

Bed, Wife.

You look as if you would eat me up.

I cannot think how to sate my desire for you. I think I will have to keep you prisoner here and eat you up in little cutlets, day after day.

But you would not get out till you were with child.

It is easier to take a country into war than to bring it to live at peace.

When you are still and thoughtful you are as lovely as the statues they are carving in Italy.

Jane had gone to pray for the dead queen, Anne would dance on her grave.

I have a longing for you, Lady Elizabeth Grey, that I have never felt for any woman before.

Come to me, I beg you, come to me. It could be my last wish. Will you come to me tonight?

I cannot be your mistress. I would rather die than dishonor my name. I cannot bring that shame on my family.

This is my marriage, and I want my wife in my bed.

Learning is an ornament to a good woman, not a distraction.

I would rather see you dead at my feet than dishonored.

What if the king is killed in battle?

I have loved you honorably as a knight should do his lady, and I have loved you passionately as a man might a woman.

I am not defeated by a boy with a newly won crown.

It's not magic. It's what any slut does if she has her wits about her.

He was such a happy boy, and happiness is not memorable.

I have a right to you, as your betrothed husband.

He has to marry a princess.

You have married a man who is going to die in his bed, preferably after making love to the most beautiful woman in England.

I will make sure that the most beautiful woman in your eyes is always me.

If you hate a woman, the first thing you destroy is her reputation.

Don't waste your courage on hating him. Keep yourself to yourself. And keep up your courage.

Where have I offended you?

And now I want love. Lust is no good for me. I want love. His love.

She can be pious, she can be learned, she can be witty and wise and beautiful.

And swore that whatever the obstacles before me, I should be Queen of England.

My chamber. Come at once.

It seems that we have to be married.

So now we are going to consummate our betrothal.

Let’s dance for the Queen of the May!

My mother does not need your good opinion.

If I burned them, I became as one of those who think that ideas are dangerous and should be destroyed.

From the moment she could talk she had been taught to guard her tongue.

I gave my womanhood to you. Tell me, in what way have I offended you? What have I ever done which was displeasing?

But don’t run too fast. Remember he has to catch you.

Nobody in this world will ever call me Mrs. Fool.

You can always tell a pretty girl by the way she walks. A pretty girl walks like she owns the world.

I thought that our marriage vows had moved your heart. I thought that you were resting your head on my shoulder for affection. Fool that I am.

I adore your hair, I like to see it loose.

 I am as envious of her as she is of me. But I have seen her rise and rise.

Because I dare not look at you, because if I did, every man and woman at court would sell at that in my eyes.

Because I can't sleep for thinking of you. Because I burn up with desire for you.

You’re a girl from the House of Lancaster. You cannot fall in love with the heir to the House of York unless he is king victorious.

Child, you cannot change a king, you can only make him laugh.

What will happen when I am old and I can dance no more?

She seems not to have a seat of her own but she must borrow mine.

The queen is right. The queen is always right.

I’m not a girl, afraid of the unknown, I am a woman; I can face fear, I can walk towards it.

And we hardly ever speak of her. It is as if we cannot bring ourselves to speak of her as dead.

A lady will find her defenders. The men around you will speak for you if needs be.

She can speak three languages, but she can tell the truth in none of them.

She never thought when she overthrew a queen that thereafter all queens would be unsteady.

What if I don’t want an unwilling bridegroom, a pretender to the crown, who won his throne through disloyalty and betrayal?

His is a rule of terror. He makes us afraid of imaginary enemies so we don’t guard ourselves against him and against our government.

[geekgirles]

I could be reading this all wrong and only seeing what I want to see, but if I'm right and you think about it, Aurora's actions in this chapter seem to be meant to further confirm that she never fled because Armand told her to and, more glaringly, she never cared about the Sadida beyond using them to enable her own ascension to power.

When she returned in chapter 3 and Yugo and Amalia called her and her father out on fleeing and abandoning them against the Nécromes, Aurora claimed she was just carrying out Armand's will, which was to protect their unborn child. She even went as far as trying to paint Amalia in a bad light due to "not knowing the joy of carrying a child", implying Amalia couldn't possibly know what it's like to put your child first, not-so-subtly calling her selfish.

This all coming from the same woman who is now going against her father's admittedly reasonable orders in the face of a furious Amalia looming over them.

Now, as much as I'd like to say Amalia wouldn't have touched her hadn't Aurora taken flight with the intention of fighting her in the first place, the truth is it's hard to tell Amalia's true reasons behind going after the Osamodas. Maybe she just wanted to berate and kick them out of her kingdom for poisoning Yugo but her emotional state was reflected by her vines, giving her a more dangerous, unhinged look. Or maybe she truly intended to use violence against them and she is partly to blame.

Whatever the case, it doesn't change the fact that Aurora has once again revealed her true colours: she's chosen to fight Amalia, even while pregnant, even though she refused to do so to aid and lead the Sadida in battle.

This all reads as her entire personality being nothing but two-faced, hypocritical, and self-serving, with no concern or care for anyone but herself. Not her husband's people, not her husband's family, not her husband, not even their child.

Because this time she doesn't even have the excuse of trying to protect her child, that's actually what her father was trying to do. No, she willingly and knowingly put her child in danger by ignoring her father's warnings—why am I not surprised that one (1) time she doesn't blindly listen to her father is the one time she honestly should have?— and engaging Amalia.

What's more, her motives for forsaking her child's safety after painting herself as the widowed martyr, burdened by the responsibility of motherhood, are purely egotistical.

As the above frames show, she's not even trying to defend herself and the child from Amalia's wrath (again, that's her father), rather, her actions are motivated by her pride, ego, and seething hatred of her sister-in-law. There's no moral high ground, no motherly love, no protective instintcs, nothing!

All there's left is the all-consuming desire to get rid of Amalia once and for all. Her hatred of her overrides all reason, which is probably part of the reason why her father came with her to the kingdom to reclaim the throne in the first place: because Aurora is both too unstable and impulsive to be trusted with such responsibility. The Osamodas King is essentially keeping her in check because she can't be trusted to be left to her own devices without messing it all up.

And this all ties back to her actions in season 4, which, combined with the webtoon, highlight her sheer hypocrisy. She claimed she only ran away because she was protecting her child, so she should be forgiven for throwing an entire kingdom and possibly the whole world to the wolves in order to save her own skin, but suddenly there's nothing wrong with fighting a very pissed off Sadida Queen (one of the most powerful Sadidas around after Sadida Himself and His dolls and the one she just so happens to have a personal vendetta against) while pregnant.

She didn't leave the kingdom because Armand told her to, she did so out of her own volition. Just like nothing she's doing is for her child, but for herself. She's no mother, let alone a queen, but an unstable, entitled brat.

[romantichoneypie]

i am a huge sucker for very wholesome sister relationships 🥺 what are your headcanons for how Lilith and Anazareth treat each other? Do they fight a lot or do they get along, etc etc?

Headcanons for the sisters

Warnings:Absolutely nothing,maybe a little fluff and healthy relationship between sisters,to make these headcanons I thought about me and my sister

Having a sister:

Anazareth At first she didn't like the phallus of getting a sister at first sight, but then she started to like having someone to count on.

The two began to be taught over the years the art of witchcraft with their mothers, who taught absolutely everything, magic, spells, curses, potions and rituals.

When they were younger, they both liked to play, play tricks on each other with small spells or light curses, such as not being able to find something they wanted.

Anazareth has done many things unintentionally when she was younger to her sister, sometimes she wanted to really test the curses and ended up doing it with Lilith.

The two loved to go out at night to see the moon or climb on the roof of their house.

They always told each other everything, almost everything, when something was not said the other always found out.

When Lilith lost her sight, Anazareth was really very worried about her sister and simply wanted to kill the person who did it.

Let's say that even though Anazareth didn't like Lilith's father, the two got together and well... They killed whoever hurt the young witch.

Anazareth made a point of taking care of her sister's scars with herbs and potions, she felt bad for not being able to protect her younger half-sister.

If before Anazareth had something against the half-sister, it changed at that moment.

If the two girls fought when they were younger, their mother simply made the two stay together in the room without being able to leave until they resolved their differences.

Both follow the Wiccan religion, they are not bad people because in the Wiccan religion everything you do comes back to you three times, they just practice the worship of the gods.

Coexistence:

The two have a good relationship as sisters, they love to gossip and dress well.

The two usually take each other's clothes which can lead to problems if not warned or the clothes are with some regularity and if it is an outfit that the other likes, definitely both will get angry.

The two work together so they are almost always together, working and living in the same apartment.

The two are not used to really fighting, sometimes they just want to annoy each other.

Anazareth is very protective of her younger sister.

Both like to do rituals during the full moon to strengthen themselves.

The rituals are even stronger during the blood moon, they often bathe in cascades and perform rituals to female goddesses such as Aphrodite and the mother of Wiccan culture.

I think they must have a necklace or tattoo with the triple moon represents the three faces of the goddess: Maiden, Mother, Crone which are directly related to the phases of the waxing, full and waning moon. (random trivia, these three goddesses are also in Game of Thrones as part of faith seven)

Regarding love relationships, Anazareth is more closed and hasn't really dated one in a while, and is afraid of her younger sister getting hurt by relationships.

Lilith is quieter but would be happy to see her sister with anyone, it makes her excited and she would treat the person well, I think Lilith is quiet about what she feels but there must be someone.

Division of tasks:

I think Lilith likes to be more organized and usually cares more about cleaning their apartment than anazareth.

Anazareth is a little lazier in this sense because she doesn't see much sense in always having everything clean.

During the morning she wakes up first is always anazareth and she has to make breakfast always.

Lilith doesn't feel much desire to wake up in the morning and only wakes up when the alarm goes off or when anazareth calls her.

Their day is a bit of a routine, Anazareth works in the business from the two in the morning until mid-afternoon.

Lilith makes potions during the afternoon after eating her breakfast, i.e. meat, preferably with blood.

After making potions, Lilith cleans the cauldron that is always used and then cleans up the little mess that anazareth makes to make breakfast.

To really tidy up the house there always has to be music, Lilith who has to motivate anazareth to tidy things up.

For some reason Anazareth is always wearing a white dress dirty with blood, because she does rituals, it doesn't matter to Anazareth but she likes to bathe when she is sweating.

I think that in terms of hygiene they are both very clean and love to be well dressed.

What do they like?:

They like to do rituals together, in honor of gods and especially goddesses.

I think the favorite goddess of the Greek Culture of Lilith is Artemis,Artemis is the goddess of the hunt and is also regarded as the protector of women and children.

Anazareth's favorite goddess is Athena, because Athena represents wisdom,skilled and I also have a strong connection with war.

They mainly like to observe the sky at night and see the stars, they both like to see the stars and I think they have a telescope for that.

They like to choose dresses together and bem anazareth always criticizes his sister for always using the same color palette.

They would adopt some pet, I think anazareth would have an owl or a crow and Lilith definitely a cat.

They would have skincare nights at least once a week.

Sometimes they braid each other's cords or do hairstyles.

[lilith-incarnate]

˗ˏˋ𝑶𝒏𝒆ˎˊ˗

I purposefully made your pick a card photo very vibrant and bright like the light you’re avoiding! You can’t keep running! You want to stand out, but you don’t want to be vulnerable in front of so many eyes. This pile is artistic and sensitive! Britney’s Blue Jean Dress is telling me you have humble beginnings, but if you step out of the shadows, you can achieve something great. With that iconic dress, Britney combined her standout Sagittarius personality with her southern roots. You don’t have to be anyone, but yourself! and you have the choice to let your past hold you back from moving forward. The Faery in the 2 of wands is even being shy, she’s trying to decide if she should step out of her safe garden. If she keeps hiding away, she could end up missing out on wonderful new connections and experiences. To live a life well lived, we have to take risks sometimes. For example, most people’s first risk in life is riding a bike without training wheels. Most of us took that risk because the desire for more freedom greatly overshadowed our fear of getting hurt. Nothing changes until the pain of remaining the same outweighs the pain of change. Set aside that trepidation and step into the light! You have so much to gain. Your future is b r i g h t ☆

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

꒰ 𝓣𝔀𝓸 ꒱

Those who have chosen this pile seem to have a worry that they will live an unfulfilled love life. If you enjoy pick a cards or tarot readings, you have likely heard the terms soulmate or twinflame. Romance is (and always will be) a hot topic for tarot readers because so many people are concerned about the state of their love life or it’s future. Everyone wants to be loved. You’re seeing people in relationships and feeling like that experience will escape you in this life. The short answer is, love will not escape you. There’s a great, deep desire to love and be loved. It stands out immensely. You may have had a few relationships already. Encounters or relationships will seem to not pan out, but this is a part of your personal evolution. You are learning about yourself. Remember this, anything or anyone that falls away from you is meant to happen. So, move through this life gracefully like a dancer. I’m not saying to avoid feeling all the colors of your emotions, dancers need their emotions! Don’t cling to people or to situations. Be secure in yourself because in this life, change is a guarantee. I’m sure you’ve realized by now that it’s not stagnant people who get want they want it life. So, don’t get fixated on the development of your love life. There's nothing wrong with being curious from time to time, of course :) Just remember... Life has other things to show you that are just as important as love. You do know how to dance, don’t you?

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° .*

ʚ 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 ɞ

You are a hard worker and it’s possible you’ve been working a bit too hard since the Rest Card is here. You’re working towards something very important and that’s very honorable, but rest is just as important. It is possible to be too tired to enjoy the fruits of your labor! And that’s no good. Life is a balancing act! Like Britney holding that beautiful boa, you have the confidence within you to be the master of your own life. Now, from an entirely esoteric perspective, this snake is a representative of ancient knowledge, kundalini energy and sexuality. You might be involved in the occult. I’m definitely seeing a priestess here… somebody working the roots/earth. Maybe it’s an ancestor of yours if you’re not interested in the occult. You have knowledge in you that’s not from this time. It’s from your bloodline, it’s from your past lives. The World represents total completion. It’s all coming full circle in this incarnation. You mean a lot to your ancestors and I hope you remember this. They guided your soul here to help heal and elevate your bloodline. You're sitting on a spiritual throne created by those before you. Whatever you choose to do in this life, you're meant to be a master at it.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──

「𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻」

Shining Stars have chosen this pile. Aries energy. If you don’t have a major Fire placement in your astrology chart, I’m going to be surprised. A lot of Leaders in this pile. Some of you may be reading this from your little bed and thinking, “I’m not leading anything.”

You’re not leading just yet... but you will. There is a time and place for everything, like they always say. All these card you see are a nod towards your future. If you are drawn to pile 3 as well, I won’t be surprised. The energies are similar but while pile 3 was more so esoteric/spiritual, this pile is about the material world. Thanks to social media, we are in an era where anyone at anytime can become a star whether it’s forever or for “15 minutes”. For good or ill. Many people want to be known or to “influence” and engaging on social media might make you feel like just another drop in the water. But every one is just a part of the whole, so just because there are so many stars of different calibers coming and going, it doesn’t mean you’re not meant to be one. You have the fire within you to reach that standout position, Aries is about sheer willpower. You will go for it and you will shine for it... when it is your time.

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❝ 𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮 ❞

Abundance. By now, I’ve recognized a theme amongst these piles lol. Leo energy here again, a fire element. It’s also the sign of Fame. Check where Leo is placed in your birth chart, by the way. You have seen visions of your future. You may have had dreams or had visions during your waking hours. Glimpses of the future that brushes pass your mind like the wind. It’s like Spirit/the universe gives you pieces of the puzzle here and there, but the pieces aren’t matching just yet. You’re not meant to know all the details of the future or you’ll get in your own way. That’s why even the best psychics aren’t always exact with their predictions. Spirit/The universe will only reveal so much. Now, I was little when Britney Spears hit pop stardom, but she was one of my first musical interests. Her outfits in the 90s - 00s are imprinted in my mind. You have The Trailblazer outfit and it’s one of my favorite Britney outfits. You see, that’s the thing about Britney… she’s humble, but not afraid to stand out with her fashion tastes or with her talents. How do you want to stand out in this life? Are you ready to lead the way for others?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

⋆𝓢𝓲𝔁⋆

“My loneliness ain’t killing me no more,”

That’s what Britney sings in ‘Stronger’, referencing that “My loneliness is killing me” line in ‘Baby One More Time”. She’s the Strong Woman now because she’s been through the trials and tribulations of life and has learned so much. 10 of Pentacles and the Fool, these are major cards. The 10 of pentacles represents your material legacy: what you will build up in this life and leave behind after you die. This card ties into the Cast Your Sacred Symbols card, which is a card about making your ripple effect in the world. The Fool card advises you to approach life more playfully and have Trust in yourself. We like to seek answers outside of ourselves, but the majority of the time, we already know what we need to do. The advice is: Express yourself more and explore this world you were born into! The story of your legacy has already started and the next chapter starts with experiencing something brand new. A career, a study, a friendship, a love…

my prev pick a cards:

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ The present place you find yourself is just as important as the future. ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

★This general pick a card reading is centered on the Britney Spears oracle deck. Most of you may already know Britney is a Sagittarius sun, so I felt like this was a good time to use this deck. I hope you find that the messages resonated, Britney fan or not ♡ don't hesitate to let me know! Thank you for being here with me.★

[matcha-chai-latte]

“The one who wishes to live, and the one who pleads to die” , so beautiful yet so tragic at the same time. I’ve noticed this anti parallel between Soowon and Zeno a long time ago and I’m happy that the author brought it up.

Even though something huge and painful is definitely around the corner, coming in the nearest chapters, I still refuse to give up on hoping for the best. If the story ends tragically, the whole plot journey and Yona’s character will lose their point. From how I see it, the one way to finish this story, is to end the unending circle of suffering: curses, illnesses and deaths, also the gods living among people. This is why the Red Dragon aka Yona was reborn and that is why she receives precautionary visions. Yona herself pondered over the reason Hiryuu was reborn. To change the course of events. To change fate itself.

As much as it hurts, Yona will most likely end up killing Zeno. Be it of her free will or by means of defending Hak. It is so saddening that he never got and probably never will get a chance to live a normal life, but after 2000 years of suffering I doubt he would be able to sincerely enjoy life again. I hope he can at least die in peace.

It could be, that the ending of the eternal life of the Yellow Dragon will also eliminate the dragon powers from earth, which may lift the crimson illness from Hiryuu’s decedents.

At this point I just can’t believe that Soowon will die. As a person he changed and developed SUCH a great deal that killing him off after all that would be an unnecessary dramatic move (inhuman even). Loosing both of his parents, having to suffer a moral dilemma, removing the only two closest people he had left to save the country and avenge his father, suffering the consequences all alone, while knowing that he is bound to die a long, painful death because of the gods he hates and thus being unable to get married and have children. Then after 200 chapters he realized that despite everything he is still a simple human being with personal feelings and desires, that he loves Hak and Yona (which was obvious) and that he wants to live….and then in the end he dies? I can’t take it.

In the time skip in chapter 1 Yona was still referred to as “princess Yona”, so she didn’t become queen like Soowon wanted in the recent chapters, so maybe he really doesn’t die? (hope dies last).

In the worst scenario that can also mean someone usurped the throne (Soowon can still be alive at this point). If it happens, I would bet on Chagol. His death went suspiciously smooth. There is also the symbol of the Fenix that hints he can return from the “dead” (the Fenix Castle and the tattoo on Chagol’s bald head).

Something will definitely happen to Hak, but I don’t believe he will die either. If he dies, I expect him to return from the dead too, since we still know nothing of his origins (maybe he is also a godly creature of some kind)😅.

If our main trio stays alive, together they could gather strength and by working together, fight back and return the castle.

These are just my superficial thoughts, as I said previously things are so complex now that we can’t be sure about anything, we can only guess.

I believe in the author and wish her all the best❤️

[vivalarevolution]

𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓪𝓶𝓷𝓮𝓭

Aegon Targaryen x Sister Targaryen Oc    

A/N: Second part of My Brother's Keeper. Again ,not my best work but I hope you all gonna like it nonetheless.

English is not my native language. Sorry for any mistakes.

Part 1

Rhaenerys stared at Dragonstone, which became clearer and bigger with each beat of her dragon's wings.

Behind her was Rhaenys on Meleys back, and Sunfyre, faithfully following her rider, who still held his sister's hand like a last resort.

Aegon didn't say a word to her, burying his head in the hollow of her neck, fighting his own battle in his mind, and the woman in front of him wasn't planning to interrupt him.

As she descended to land, she felt her heart beatiting harder, leaping up to her throat. She couldn't have foreseen what would happen when they arrived at the castle, she was not able to. All she could do was pray that her earlier words would prove true.

She walked through the darkened corridors, steered her steps towards the main hall. The guards did not question her presence or inquire about the reason for her arrival, allowing her to move freely towards the desired goal, which was her older sister.

When the white-haired woman saw her, she smiled, but the corners of her mouth quickly fell, seeing her serious expression and Aegon with Rhaenys behind her back.

-Sister, you came back quickly - the woman noticed - Has something happened that you decided to change your plans?

Rhaenerys walked slowly towards her.

-I would prefer you to sit down - she said in a remarkably calm voice, as if nothing had happened before the morning.

-I am not made of glass - she announced, grabbing the hands of the white-haired princess standing in front of her - So tell me what's going on and why our younger brother came to visit me.

-Our father ... he's dead - she said softly, and seeing the realizations in Rhaenyra's eyes, she squeezed her hands tighter -Alicent wants to put Aegon on the throne, but you are the rightful ruler and you will sit on the iron throne. They already know we ran away, but they don't know where, although I suppose the first place they will check will be Dragonstone- she confessed, glancing at her uncle.

-I'll call the council - Daemon announced, not hiding anger mixed with regret.

-Why ... why did you take Aegon with you?- the princess asked, frowning slightly.

Her sister looked back. The white-haired man was still standing in the same place, stiffened, watching.

-Leave us - the young woman unexpectedly informed - Lead the prince to my chamber - she added, glancing at the standing guards.

With the two sisters alone, their eyes held wordless conversation most of the time, neither was sure how to start or what to say.

-I avoided bloodshed - Rhaenerys confessed -The only thing that could tear down the house of the dragon is itself. I don't want to let our family prove that this claim is true, Rhaenyra- she added.

-That is why there is a man here with you, whose is search by half of the kingdom- the woman remarked surprisingly coldly.

-What do you think I was supposed to do? - white-haired Targaryen asked - I couldn't leave him, I gave us extra time and delivered news to you about the betrayal. And you're only interested in why Aegon is here.

-You put our life in danger, I know that our brother is close to you, but do you really think that tearing him out of greedy hands of greens is a good idea? I do not want to start my reign in the ashes of other people death bodies- said the princess, leaning on the stone table.

-Do you hear yourself future queen? - asked the young woman, not hiding the irritation that grew in her - Or you so blinded by the jealousy and bitterness towards your siblings, who from birth were treated better by the people than us?

Rhaenerys, no longer wanting to participate in a conversation that was getting nowhere, departed from her older siblings. Disappearing behind the door, leaving them alone with their own mind.

She felt tired and could no longer listen to the stubborn beliefs of the people around her.

Aegon, hearing the sound of the entrance opening, turned his head towards it. His sister walked over to him without a word, hiding her head in the hollow of his neck, as he did many times when he needed to feel safe.

The prince embraced the violet-eyed immediately, trying to protect her from the outside world as she did with him mant times. He wanted to be the one who cares for her for once, not the other way around.

-I just wanted to keep our family together - she whispered unexpectedly against his skin, clenching her hands against the fabric of his clothes.

His eyes softened.

-You are not able to save everyone- fair-haired man noticed, taking her cheek uncertainly- We are cursed.

-I don't want to save everyone, just those who got caught up in something they never wanted to get involved in - Rhaenerys said, looking into her brother's eyes.

He studied her beautiful face for a moment, then with the other hand he brushed a strand of her hair back, tucking it behind her ear.

-This world doesn't deserve you- Viserys' eldest son said- I don't deserve you. I never did.

-You deserve me, Ageon - the young woman whispered -You deserve the best because life has never done you any good- she remarked, joining their foreheads together and closing her eyes -We have both been abandoned by the gods, so we must stick together. We are made of fire and we will burn together.

-Forever - her brother promised, kissing her soft lips desperately.

The man found the ties of her black dress, slowly tugging on them, exposing Rhaenerys's white back. She let him move however he wished, feeling the familiar sense of warmth appearing only in the embrace of a lover.

On that day, their bodies fused into one.

With every movement, kiss or brush of their hands, you could had feel desperation pouring out from both sides. Nothing could've tear them apart, they had been together too long to be able to refrain from exploring their bodies after years of separation.

The silver-haired girl held Targaryen close, fearing that he would vanish like an illusion, not realizing that he felt the same.

They were like two dragons dancing among themselves.

Their flame only intensified as the two smoldering ends found each other fully, creating a fire that consumed them in its depths.

Only the sound of a knock on the door pulled them away from their eager lips and addictive touches.

-The Queen needs you - said Daemon, when she stood at the door to her chambers -She will not make the final decision without the Hand and her brother.

[jossilyn-embereth]

Hello! If requests are open, may I please request some headcanons on what being married to Ser Jorah Mormont would be like?

Being Married to Jorah Mormont Would Inclcule

Having met him in Westeros long before his original marriage. The two of you were quite taken with one another, but you were already promised.

Not seeing one another again until you ended up at his wedding. Where he learns your marriage was called off.

Finding out years later what happened with Jorah and his family, and the crimes he committed, wishing you knew where he had gone, and accepting that you may never see him again.

Being promised to another man, but you decide to leave instead of be married off, so you run away and find a ship to take you to Essos, where you know you’ll never be found.

Making a good living on your own, seeing as the small fortune you had brought with you was able to support you while you got your bearings. You start your own business and set of shop in Mareen.

Eventually Daenerys makes her way there and frees the city. You are called upon for your services and are escorted to the castle.

There you see Jorah in the throne room, at the right hand of the Queen. As soon as your business is done he comes to see you. You catch up and walk around the city for hours.

You admit that you’ve missed him, and that the stories you hear about him have changed your opinion of him somewhat. He agrees that he did something horrible, and explains to you why he follows his new Queen, and the ways he is trying to be better.

In the coming weeks he comes to visit you constantly. You fall for him all over again, and can’t help but be slightly jealous of his protectiveness and loyalty to his Queen.

Confessing feelings for one another after a long night of talking by the water.

Becoming close with the rest of his new friends, especially Dani, who was ecstatic to find out Jorah had a significant other.

You asking for his hand in marriage, and when he seems surprised you make a joke that neither one of you are good at being single at the same time, so you should take the chance while you have it.

Having a small wedding with just your friends (seeing as neither of you have any family)

Moving to the palace to spend more time with him.

Romantic nights

Missing him during the fay when you both have work.

Coming to the agreement that children should be off the table for the time being, seeing as Jorah would soon be off to war at Daenerys side

Being completely heartbroken when Jorah’s treachery is revealed, wondering now if any of what he said about being better was true.

Letting him leave Mareen alone, and going to Daenerys for comfort, knowing she would understand your heartbreak.

Staying with her all night, comforting one another.

Nearly breaking when Jorah returns and reveals he has contacted Greyscale

Learning from Tyrion that he talked about you non-stop on the journey. Of how much he loved and missed you, and how he would get better so that he may return to you

Joining Daenerys for the journey to Westeros, with the intention of seeing your family’s support for her claim

Feeling both overjoyed and conflicted when Jorah arrives on Dragonstone, because although the man you love is alive and well and back in your arms, he still betrayed you and your Queen.

Eventually being convinced by Daenerys to give him another chance, after she tells you she has all but forgotten his past misdeeds. You take her words as permission to no longer care about his mistake.

Going to him that night and saying nothing, just holding him in your arms until the sun rises.

Telling one another all that had transpired while you had been apart

Him expressing a desire for a family once the war is over. You being happy to hear it, and agreeing wholeheartedly

Learning just before the journey to Winterfell that you are pregnant.

Telling Jorah, feeling nervous because it was still a bit soon to have the baby. The war might not be finished by the time you must leave his side, but he is only full of joy, and so you try not to worry

Being sent away from Winterfell for the battle against the dead, because he refuses to put you and your child at risk

Knowing from the moment you lay eyes on Daenerys that the father of your child is dead, and that the son or daughter you carry is all you will have left of him

[karimwillia]

I don’t know why I wanted to do a close to Bridgeton fic on our girls but here is my attempt. This is part one.

Warnings:Fluffy

“But your Majesty, I beg thee you must listen. It is time for our Lady to stop playing dress up in the observatory and court. She is now twenty and one years of age far past the age any good bachelor would want her. And she must be wed to take the throne…” Queen Ramonda turned to face her Kingsman and royal advisor Okoye giving a death glare. “Enough Okoye I understand concern but you will no longer speak of your Lady in that manner. Shuri has always been off beat but she will not be disrespected. You know better.” Okoye bows with great shame she was not intending on being disrespectful. She just gets ahead of herself. Okoye has been the royal Kingsman for years now starting when she was the tender age of ten and seven. Her service to the crown is unmatched.

“My Queen forgive me. May I speak freely?” With a tap of the foot the Queen allows her to speak while she is bowing. “I only want what is best for our Lady Shuri. She is more brilliant than any one man and I want the day of her rule to be long. Yet the rumblings that she is not fit are in the air. Please forgive my words, they were not meant to be ill of will.” Ramonda felt better but she demanded Okoye leave to fetch Lady Shuri at once.

“Ahh! Aneka do you know what this means!?” Shuri exclaims as she sits back in awe of her nearly completed diagram of a new motorized carriage system that could be used in place of using horses. It was a fascinating design. “My Lady I believe as you have stated we can move about the land without horse power needed is what it means.” With a chuckle Shuri crosses the room and hugs Aneka tightly. “Yes! It will be called a motor cart. I must get to work building! I will need this list ordered right away. I-“ Before the first item could be said Okoye enters “My Lady your Mother requests you at once.” Shuri spins around and faces Okoye who is summoning her to her Mother. “Mother, is everything ok? Is she ill again?” With a change in demeanor Okoye softens her face. “My Lady please do not worry that spell is over, thanks to you no less. She just wishes to speak with you about a social matter.” Shuri relaxes but is very confused about social matter.

Aneka quickly interjects. “Please allow a moment Okoye the Lady will be right out.” With a nod Okoye exists and waits for them with the door shut. “Aneka I cannot be told what to wear anymore! My trousers do not bother anyone. I spend my time alone I have no need to impress anyone a corset is very uncomfortable. Oh dear!” “Breathe my Lady please if anything it maybe the conversation we have been waiting on about your bid to rule. Which could be worst.” Shuri anxiously looks up at Aneka. “They have already said I must wed in order to have a bid. Aneka you understand why that is of no interest to me to wed a man. This is disastrous, Mother assured me I could still have a bid to rule without a prospect.” Aneka was well aware of Shuri’s interest because they shared the same preference. Shuri became aware long ago of her attraction to women. She has had a short fling or two on holiday but nothing more. Shuri is a lone individual who rarely enjoys someone’s company for an extended period of time. It is just her way.

“My Lady, you are confident and intelligent beyond measure. Please do not fret, we will go and meet with your Mother and hear her out.” Aneka has been Shuri’s handmaiden since she was of 5. It has been an amazing journey considering they are only 5 years separated. Aneka is like a sibling that Shuri never had. The King and Queen both adore and support Shuri no matter her interests and they never allowed her to be questioned. But after her Father’s death society has made it difficult for her to navigate. First it was the issue of her affinity for science; they wanted her to have “proper studies” for a lady. Next was her desire to wear trousers and not formal clothing for a Lady. Lastly it has been her status as heir to the throne. All of it has been fought by her Mother but tradition is a hard wall to take down. With a deep breath Shuri regains composure. “I am confident that just like Mother I can rule with no husband. I am highly intelligent, clever and charming. I can influence good changes.”

“You are ready.” Okoye popped back into the room and they went to meet with the Queen. In the time of solitude the Queen happened upon a decree from the late King. “Mother!” Shuri holds time with her Mother daily but it is still the highlight of her day. They have a fairly close relationship. “My child you are stunning today. These trousers suit you. Now please come and chat with me in the garden.” Leaving Aneka and Okoye behind they step into the garden for a stroll. “Mother I will hear you but please allow me to speak. You know as well as I that I am capable of ruling. Having some nobleman as a husband will not enhance my ability.”

Shhh with a small hushing and a smile Queen Ramonda laughs before she responds. “My child please be calm and listen to me. I have found the answer to your issues. The need to wed a nobleman is a simple old time formality. One your Father despised and wanted to reverse. He just met his death before it could be written so I plan to do so.” Romanda shows Shuri the half drafted degree from her Father. “So by this I must just seek a mate and if one is not found by age twenty and two my bid to rule will be valid no matter marital status.”

Shuri’s face was lit up with the news but the degree being half written could prove to be a problem. “Do not fret my child. I know that look of worry. I will complete the degree by way of stating that one Spring Courting is satisfactory for seeking a mate. I know you will fail to find someone so it is a win.”

Spring was around the corner and Shuri had to prepare for the fake courting season. Her Mother and Father would have loved to see Shuri find someone but it could cause some tensions in society at best if she is with another women. The hope is still there and within the palace she would have full support. The Princess on the other hand has never seen love in her future. Her taste in women is impeccable but something never seems to fully click for her. She thinks it’s because while most women are clever she yearns to have someone interested in science as she is. A rare find at best and impossible at worst.

As she is being fitted for clothing she rejects all dresses in favor of tunics and trouser sets. The tunics are long and robe-like but are simple, the trouser sets have a bit more embellishment, they all look very regal and worthy to be on a Princess. Once all wardrobe is approved Shuri is bathed in soaps and oils for her first social in the Morning. “Aneka, how am I to act? I do not know how to flirt, especially with men.” “Princess you are charming and can hold a wonderful conversation so that is where you should start. Don’t force yourself to speak to the uninteresting is all the advice I can provide.” Shuri lays at rest thinking of the advice and rest easy.

In the morning Shuri is loaded into her carriage when in another part of the city a young Lady by the name of Rihanna Williams is being loaded in on the docks. She is of a noble family from the Caribbean and this is her first courting season also despite being ten and nine. Her family is headed by a Matriarch much like Shuri’s so she has been able to forgo courting for sometime because her Mother would never force her to do something. But it is time, her eldest sister married for love another Caribbean family so she is settled and it is time to be settled says her Mother Ronel Williams the Duchess of Martinique. Rihanna has always been more clever than anyone on the island has seen. She has studied and mastered all 4 languages, she is an amazing writer and very strong in Mathematics, but building and working with her hands is her strong suit. She can tool an entire carriage herself with not much help but to reach the high parts. She is not your average.

This season is very crucial because her Mother will allow her to stay single if she cannot find someone to accept her for herself. And that means anyone, Rihanna has always been vocal with her Mother about preferring women to men but she is attracted to both. It made life an interesting time on the Island. Now on the main land is headed to the home of Lord and Lady Martian to start the formal courting season. She is invited to stay at another black family estate in the area, a one Udaku family. She will meet the young Princess Shuri today, she is told. She hopes to become friends with Shuri right away so they can suffer through this process together. “My Lady, has your illness of motion subsided?” “Yes Xavier I feel fine now I am more nervous than anything considering this is the first social of the season.” “Deep breaths my Lady you are more than beautiful and clever. Any Man or Woman in your case will find you interesting. This season will be a success.” Rihanna huffs. She is unsure if she wants it to be a success. The single life is good to her; she is free to be who she is with no ruler. Once married that changes in all ways.

Shuri arrives to the Lord and Lady Martian’s estate and inhales with relief. Her Mother informed her she will be looking for a house guest by the name of Lady Rihanna Williams of Martinique. This task will help her not need to focus on the uninteresting and find who is supposed to be in her home. She has been told some of her background and it is impressive. “Aneka, why did Mother hold this information until today? To arrange a house guest for the courting season takes time. When did she decide I was going to participate? And why this particular young Lady of Martinique?” Aneka smiles almost snickering. The Queen is being strategic; several young Lady’s requested to board at their estate due to them traveling a far distance. But Queen Mother only approved Rihanna due to her letter being forthcoming about her love of mathematics and science. The Princess at the least will have a kindred spirit around for sometime but the hope is for love to blossom with the girls. Aneka knows of this plan and believes it to be brilliant. “So many questions my Lady please just have patience for once in your years. Just focus on finding and welcoming her to your home. I am sure you all will be kindred spirits.”

Lady Rihanna and her footmen Xavier arrived just a hair before Shuri and upon entering she tripped on her longer gown. Rihanna is unaccustomed to them being on the island allows her to dress in a more casual manner with shorter and less fabric heavy dresses. But she is stunning in a powder blue with her hair in a style not normal to their land but it is resembling almost rows along her head. Shuri exits her carriage when she sees the young Lady stumble she instantly catches her and cannot believe her eyes. Shuri is sure she has never seen anyone more beautiful in life even her Mother’s radiance could not compare.

The young Lady had soft velvet like deep mocha skin that smells of lavender and vanilla, her hair frames her face so magnificently and lastly her smile seemed to light Shuri a blaze when she saw it. Dazed Shuri gains her composure once they are approached by both Aneka and Xavier. “My Lady are you ok I am sorry I was readying the carriage and the next I see you stumble. Forgive me” Xavier pleads for forgiveness for his oversight. Rihanna looks at who was holding her upright and she has close to the same reaction of Shuri but she must speak. “Xavier it’s ok I was assisted.”

Flustered Rihanna could not get past how strong yet gentle Shuri’s hold is. She can’t believe her eyes either at how handsomely gorgeous Shuri is. Her light ebony skin is glowing and she smells of sandalwood. Her hair is cut short as a man wears but it does not look the same. She is in a tunic and petticoat which is a cream color. It's so intriguing.

Aneka finally arrives and states. “Princess that was very heroic of you but let us see if the Lady is alright?” With that Shuri moves to help the woman she is now enamored with to her feet, Shuri’s hands linger on her frame a bit too long at no protest by Rihanna but soon embarrassment sets in under the eyes of Xavier and Aneka. “Yes! Apologies are in order my Lady, you seem to be steady on your feet now. Do you require anything more?” Rihanna smiles warmly at the swagger of Shuri as she speaks. “No Princess, I do not require anything at this time. I just want to thank thee.” With a look of fluster Shuri stammers. “I-it is the least I could do. It was a pleasure.”

As Shuri bows, the host of the event walks to the end of the stairs. “Oh dear Your Majesty! I apologize deeply. I came as soon as I heard that there was an accident.” Lady Martian rushes to see to the commotion. Because Shuri is the highest ranking Noble in attendance nothing can go wrong. Shuri chuckles with a cynical chuckle. “Lady Martian I am wonderful but the Lady…” Shuri pauses not knowing the name of her interest in that moment. “Williams” Rihanna’s warm tone interjects. “Yes Lady Williams has taken a nasty stumble on your stairs. I suggest a stair escort for your next function. Safety must be your utmost priority.” Rihanna giggles and moves to enter the mansion. “Yes Lady Martian it would not be the best for your reputation to have an incident reported on property.” With a wink she moves on. Shuri watches as she enters with her mind unfocused on anything around her. This young Lady is far from uninteresting; she's clever as well as beautiful. Who is she?

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi @pantherheart @shurixriri @shuriris-stuff @neptoons1998 @dominiquesheart

[melting-houses-of-gold]

Can we um. Get some anidala fingering. Maybe she sucks on his fingers a little. I know he didn’t get that mechanical hand for nothing

Anon, your MIND. This is five (runon, so much punctuation, god Sam get a grip) sentences but I wrote this in like 10 minutes and just went with it, I hope you don’t mind, and uh let’s just all hold hands on this one? It’s my first time writing Anidala 😵‍💫

“Open,” Anakin says, his two fingers resting on her bottom lip; his voice rumbles against her back, low and commanding, sending a spark of desire straight to her cunt, the way it always does when he talks to her like this. Padme can’t help but part her lips obligingly, her tongue swirling and sucking around the cool metal until it warms in her mouth. It’s always the same when he plunges them inside her—a gasped “Ani, please” as his fingers crook upwards, hitting that spot inside her only he knows, her toes curling, her back arching against him—as he mercilessly brings her to the brink of ecstasy before withdrawing them again just as she's about to come. She almost cries out from the loss of feeling so full, still gasping for breath when Anakin—and he is still Anakin to her, despite both of them irrevocably changing in this new galactic order—gestures dismissively towards the clone standing at attention next to the throne. “Tell Senator Organa the Empress will see him now.”

Feel free to send me an NSFW headcanon and I'll write a 5-sentence ficlet here!

[darkscorpiox]

Analysis on TWST’s time loop theory

The time loop theory is popular among TWST fans. As I was trying to find similarities between Yuu and the protagonist(s) of each movie, I noticed how certain things about the latter and the order of the TWST chapters could support said theory.

Alice – Beginning

Among the main characters, she is one of the youngest and remains so till the end of her movie (along with a lack of character development), so it makes sense to have her at the beginning of the cycle. Her wish for a world of her own creation is what started her story, her venture into Wonderland.

Simba – Awareness

Like Alice, Simba wanted things to go his way and he thought being king meant no one would tell him what to do. He got a taste of the hardships of life first at the hands of the hyenas in the Elephant Graveyard (powerlessness) and next, by the death of his father (loss). Unable to face the trials and tribulations ahead of him, he exiled himself in a paradise-like location (his Wonderland) where he found contentment, but only on a superficial level. Eventually, his past caught up to him and told him to come back to reality, a life which consisted of more than just him, himself and he.

If we compare his young self’s idea of the position of king in his song, “I Just Can’t Wait to Be King”, and his ascendance to the throne at the end of the movie, we see his growth, from a child presenting his status of heir with great fanfare to an adult solemnly accepting the responsibilities of a ruler.

Ariel – Inquisitiveness

While Simba came to term with his purpose in life, Ariel was dissatisfied with the one given to her. Not only was she aware of a world beyond hers, but she wanted to be a part of it as well (reference not intended). Even with her father trying to extinguish her interest in the surface world, it didn’t waver, but instead double in intensity. As Aristotle said in Metaphysics (book 1, chapter 1): “All men by nature desire to know.” In other words, he could have never changed her nature.

Aladdin / Jasmine – Change

Going against a parent is one thing, but it’s another when the opposing party is the law. Aladdin and Jasmine may not come from the same social circle, but they both wanted more than what everyone around them said was their lot. The former was playing the system by disguising as a prince, changing himself (like Ariel) into what he thought was socially suitable, but the latter wanted to take it down because it wasn’t suitable for her.

Snow White – Hope

Snow White had also been trapped by circumstances outside of her control (she was supposedly 14 in the movie, barely a teenager), forced to be a servant in her own castle by the person supposed to provide and care for her. Despite said lifestyle, she remained steadfastly optimistic about her chances of getting (the change for) a happy ending.

Hercules / Meg – Deprivation

Sadly, not everyone, no matter how much they hope and pray, gets the happy ending they want easily. Hercules wanted a place to belong and thought he could find it among the gods of Olympus, but Zeus told him it can’t be given to him just because he had accomplished great feats. As a result, he had no idea on how to reach said goal. Meg had once been one of those girls who believed in the power of love and said belief got trampled by her own lover. As a result, she believed love brings you nothing but pain. In short, their optimism about the world they live in was dying.

Aurora – Withdrawal

Aurora was another character who had been denied what they wanted. She had dreamed of someone to spend time with and had found said person in Phillip whom she had met just shortly before she had learned the truth from her fairy godmothers (her royal status and her betrothal to a prince). Obviously, she didn’t take the revelation well.

And who else didn’t like the idea of being in an arranged marriage?

And what did she do?

See the similarities?

It was mostly the doing of Maleficent, but I want to believe Aurora pricked her finger on that spinning wheel out of her own volition on some degree. Just because she had accepted the title of princess along with the expectations and the duties attached to said position didn’t mean she mustn’t have felt some degree of trepidation in the face of such burden. A part of her had longed for the simple life of a peasant girl, when her dream had barely become true. So if said dream couldn’t come to reality, then she would retreat to the safety of her dream world (Wonderland) till the real world would conform to her wish.

So if Twisted Wonderland is the dream world created by Yuu based on and / or caused by events from their past, then that means they can go back to their world (or reality) only after they get what they want (or are forced to face the truth). Otherwise, they’ll be stuck in a time loop for the rest of their life.

[dreaming-about-fanfictions]

Happy wedding week dear author!! I was thinking about, what if reader and Morpheus’ daughter is getting married to a mortal??

Hello, hello! Here you go - I hope you like it! <3

“What is it?”

“Nothing, my love,” Morpheus replies to your question but you follow his gaze until it lands on your daughter and her bride who sway softly to the music, in the midst of the throne room, surrounded by guests who had traveled here from every realm to this “wedding of the millennia” as Desire called it.

You smile, suddenly guessing the reason for his uneasiness. “She’s good for her, Morpheus.”

Looking around, you hardly recognized the palace anymore. It had turned into your daughters vision of her perfect day and for weeks, she had worked tirelessly with her father who had changed, created, built everything she wanted without question or comment. The final result is stunning. Just like the two brides who look at each other with nothing but love and adoration in their eyes in this very moment.

“Mhm.” Morpheus makes and you chuckle.

“Don’t be like that.”

“I am not.” He frowns as he looks at you. “You misinterpret my reaction. I am beyond happy about their relationship. It’s simply …”, he pauses, “… it feels like we are losing her.”

The smile fades from your face. The same thought had crossed your mind before but every time, you managed to chase it away. It's surprising to see that apparently he can't. “I know”, you sighed and rested your head on your husbands shoulder. “But we had her to yourselves for centuries and now we’re gaining a second daughter.”

“For how long? She’s mortal after all.”

“Morpheus, are you aware that I gave birth to a goddess?”

“She’s never granted a mortal immortality before.”

“Well, she never married one before.” You laughed.

Before he could reply, your daughter appears in front of you. Her eyes glisten – so similar to her father’s – and she holds out a hand. “Will you dance with me?”

Morpheus doesn’t hesitate. He never does for her. “Everything for you, princess.”

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[angelasscribbles]

In Your Room Chapter 10: Let's Get Married

Series: In Your Room

Fandom: TRR                    

Pairings: Leo x Drake

Rating: Pretty G

Warnings for this chapter: none

Song Inspiration for the series: In Your Room by The Bangles

Word Count: 1,773

A/N: So one night a bunch of us were playing around with the incorrect quote generator and I promised @whatwouldvalerydo that if I ever wrote this proposal, I would tag them so here we are and here it is!

This hits two of the themes for the @choicespride pride month prompts: Marriage and Royalty and the @choicesficwriterscreations Pride bingo space for Family, and @choicesjunechallenge for Proposal.

Brief summary so far for anyone new to this series: Leo Rys, the crown prince of Cordonia gives into long repressed desires when a dare is thrown down. He becomes more and more involved with his younger brother's best friend until feelings can no longer be hidden. But his father isn't about to let the heir to the throne come out publicly and convinces Drake that if he loves Leo, he'll leave him. Drake leaves, but a heartbroken Leo abdicates the throne for love and follows him all the way to Texas.

My other stuff: Master List.

The Jaguar Hills Ranch was decked out in wedding finery. Fall colors adorned everything. Pumpkins and bales of hay were scattered strategically around the open clearing behind the main house. Lanterns were strung from the sprawling back porch to the open-air barn that was itself filled with decorated tables, an open bar and a dance floor. Twinkle lights twined in the branches of all the trees bordering the clearing. A massive arch made of orange and white flowers was centered in the clearing.

For the first time in his adult life, Leo was happy.

He had abdicated the throne and upped sticks, leaving behind not just the crown but the weight of his father’s judgements.

“You want to abdicate the throne so you can be with Drake?” Liam sounded far too happy about the news.

Leo didn’t think he was getting it, “Yes, but-“

“No buts! That’s the best news I’ve heard in a long time, Leo! You both deserve to be happy and-“

“Yeah, but Liam, listen!” Leo grunted in frustration, “That means all of the responsibly gets dumped in your lap!”

Liam paused for a long moment, the smile fading from his face as he contemplated that. “That’s true….but you’ll be free to be with the person you love, Leo. And I’ve had all the same training you have. I can do it. I’m ready.”

Liam looked so goddamn resolute Leo wanted to cry, “I love you for that, but have you truly thought about how this will change your life?”

A bright smile broke out across his brother’s face, “Not that much, to be honest. I was always going to play a huge role in your cabinet. This just means I’ll have a bigger role in Cordonia’s future, but other than that, nothing really changes for me.”

“Dad will expect you to pick a wife at the next social season,” Leo blew out a breath as his fingers fidgeted with his ear, “Are you ready for marriage?”

The smile on Liam’s face grew ever bigger, “Can I show you something?”

“Sure.”

Liam produced a ring box from his pocket and opened it, thrusting it toward Leo, “It was mom’s. I’m going to ask Riley to marry me! I was going to ask her anyway, so this changes nothing.”

“Wow!” Leo’s mouth fell open as he took the ring and stared down at it, “You’re really serious huh?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Liam asked, retrieving the box and closing it, “She’s amazing and I’d be a fool not to recognize that.”

“Shouldn’t you talk to her about if she’s willing to be queen?”

“We’ve talked about it.” Liam told him as he returned the crushed velvet box to his jacket pocket, “theoretically of course. Me being the spare has always carried the possibility that I could be thrust into your shoes. While I certainly hoped nothing bad ever happened to you, I always knew the person I married would have to be okay with the existence of that possibility.”

Leo stared at his younger brother in shock as a disbelieving laugh spilled out of him, “How the hell did you get so to be so goddamned mature and so much more emotionally aware than your older brother?”

Liam shrugged, “Maybe because I wasn’t forced to hide who I really am my entire life. It’s not right, the way dad has treated you.”

Leo felt tears well up in his eyes, “You’re really okay with this?”

“Are you kidding? My brother and my best friend being happy together? I am more than okay with it!”

Leo pulled his younger sibling into a tight embrace as he whispered, “Thank you!”

Leo’s eyes scanned the crowd of their loved ones. Friends and family. Everyone was there.

Well, almost everyone.

Not that he’d expected his father or his stepmother to attend. Constantine was still angry with him for…well, all of it. The abdication, the engagement to Drake, which the tabloids had picked up on. Even in America, the doings of a self-deposed prince were still fodder for the gossip mill.

The public at large couldn’t get enough of it.

His actions were reviled in the most repressive regimes and by the conservative half of his home country but celebrated by the rest of the world.

His adopted home, America, had been mostly welcoming, segments of it even rejoicing over the choices he had made for love. Love. His chest tightened as he glanced across the clearing at the man that would be his husband in less than an hour.

Drake’s family was gathered in the great room, laughing over a game of charades. Even after months of living with them, Leo was still amazed at the easy, comfortable way they interacted with each other. It was nothing like the way he had been raised. Being there was healing. Being accepted for who he was, and as a part of their family, was a balm to his troubled soul.

As the night wound down, he was seized with an impulse. Something he had been agonizing over suddenly seemed obvious and easy.

“Hey, babe,” he grabbed Drake by the hand as the other man walked passed him.

“Yeah?”

Leo smiled, impressed with his own inspiration, “I have a riddle for you.”

“Okay…”

“Do you want to know what your gay name is?”

“My gay name?”

“Yeah, your gay name!”

Drake shook his head with a laugh, “Are you drunk?”

“No. Yes. Maybe a little, but come on. Don’t you want to know?”

“Okay, I’ll play along,” Drake turned to him expectantly, “What is my gay name?”

“Well…it’s your first name…”

“Right….” Drake started to turn away, but Leo pulled him back. When Drake turned back to him, Leo slid down to one knee. Drake’s eyes widened, “What are you doing?”

“Your first name, and my last name….”

“What?”

“Or I don’t know….I could take your name?” After all, his last name was synonymous with his father, homophobia and bad parenting whereas the Walker family had welcomed him with open arms.

“Leo, are you serious?”

“I told you the day I got here that I wanted to marry you! Didn’t you believe me?”

“Yeah, but….I didn’t think…I mean….are you sure?” A hint of uncertainty flitted through Drake’s eyes. Leo knew he still harbored some idea that he hadn’t been worth abdicating the throne for. He was wrong. Being loved by Drake was worth everything.

Leo sprang to his feet, “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life! Stop doubting yourself! You’re amazing, and everyone knows it but you! Now, are you going to give me an answer or are you going to leave me hanging?”

“Goddamn it, Leo!” Drake wiped at his eyes, “You’re going to make me cry! Again! Of fucking course I’ll marry you!”

Leo was happy. He didn’t miss his father, or his stepmother’s presence. His brother and sister-in-law were there for him. His best friend, Olivia, was there along with her now live in girlfriend, Hana.  

But still. There was something…someone missing.

He sighed as he watched Bianca fuss with Drake’s tie.

Leo had been deprived of a loving mother not once, but twice in his young life. He barley remembered Helena; he’d been so young when she’d left. Eleanor had been kind and loving and treated him no differently than she had Liam. She had considered him her son too, in more than just name and Leo had been happy again, for a while. Her death had been as hard on him as it had on his brother.

Bianca made her way over to Leo next, “Well, I came to help you with your tie, but I see you don’t need it.”

Leo gave her a dimpled smile, “Side effect of being a prince I suppose. Dressing well is literally in the job description. I could tie a tie before I could tie my shoes.”

Bianca reached up and pinched his cheeks, “I love that smile!” She’d sure seen a lot of it since he’d been at the ranch.

And not just his. She shot a quick glance at her son who was beaming with joy as he laughed with his sister and a group of his childhood friends. She’d never seen him so happy, and she was grateful for it. She couldn’t doubt Leo’s love for him, he’d given up a throne and a crown to be with him. Not only that, but he’d come to the ranch ready to pitch in and work. She couldn’t imagine anyone better to have as a son-in-law.

Leo caught her hand in his with a rare earnestness in his eyes, “Thank you, Bianca. For everything.”

“You’re welcome, Leo,” she shook her head with a smile, “But you’ve given as much to this family as it has to you. I’m not pushing, and you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable with it, but you can call me mom if you want.”

A lump rose up in his throat. He absolutely wanted to. Before he could respond, a commotion at the gate drew his attention. Security was arguing with a woman. A woman who looked dressed to attend a wedding. “What the hell?” His eyes tracked from the gate to Bianca to Drake then back again.

Drake was on the other side of the clearing, oblivious to the ruckus going on as his sister tried unsuccessfully to fix his hair. He swiped at her hand and knocked the brush to the ground. Leo could hear Savanah’s frustrated yelp from where he was standing.

“Let’s go find out,” Bianca headed toward the gate and Leo strode after her. Bianca had welcomed him into her home and her family. She had treated him as another child. He was not about to let her deal with whatever was happening at the gate without backup. It was probably just an overzealous reporter, but still.

They closed the distance quickly.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the guard was pushing the woman back toward the gate, “it’s by invitation only.”

“How did you let a reporter get past the main gate?” Bianca demanded.

“Sorry, Mrs. Walker, she just-“

“I’m not a reporter!”

Something about that voice struck a chord deep inside Leo. He froze as he tried to get a look at her. “Stop! Let her go!”

The bodyguard looked to Bianca for confirmation. When she nodded, he released the woman. The guard stepped away leaving him an unobstructed view of a tall, middle-aged, blond-haired woman with the same ocean blue eyes he saw in the mirror every morning.

A multitude of emotions hit him in the chest all at once, “Mom?”

[atopvisenyashill]

the povs of the wars of conquest

similar to my “povs of robert’s rebellion” gonna do an aegon’s conquest one since they announced the show let me REST tho jfc but this one is a bit more meta-y at the end

to keep up with the "no PoVs from the kings" theme, these are the ones we should not have:

Aegon the Conquerer (duh)

Argilac Durrandan

Harren the Black

Torrhen Stark

Mern Gardener

Loren Lannister

Meria Nymeros Martell

However, what’s interesting about the conquest is that power is changing hands a lot, whole lines are being wiped out while others are shooting up in importance, so I have two sections of PoVs we could have.

First are PoVs I think we would need:

Visenya Targaryen

Rhaenys Targaryen

Orys Baratheon

Sharra Arryn

Argella Durrandan

Brandon Snow

Patrice Hightower

Ser Joffrey Dayne

Jon Mooton

Marla Sunderland

Quentyn Qoheris

Daemon Velaryon

Second are PoVs I’m Kind of Conflicted Over

Nymor Nymeros Martell

Deria Nymeros Martell

Edmyn Tully

Harlan Tyrell

Theo Tyrell

Vickon Greyjoy

some explanation - The thing is, we don’t typically get The Heir’s PoV or The Lord’s PoV if that heir/lord is likely to inherit without any sort of succession issue - we don’t get Robb in AGOT bc he’s the clear cut successor, but we DO get his father bc Ned came into his seat after A Series Of Unfortunate Events (also the plot doesn’t work without Ned). We don’t get a peek into Tywin’s mind but we do look at each Lannister child. etc etc. But the second category of characters fit into a weird third category in my opinion.

Let’s start with Dorne. Since Nymor is clear cut as Meria’s oldest child and heir, takes his seat without any problems, and passes it to his oldest without any issues, he doesn’t really fit that pattern. But on the other hand. I think when you look at the Dornish rulers in the first century post conquest, Nymor stands out because he has no desire to keep the fight going while everyone around him does. Remember, Deria helps fund the Vulture King, Qoren fights against Daemon in the Stepstones, and Morion is a dumb ass but he is not the only Martell to make violent overtures right back at the Iron Throne; I’d argue Nymor is one of the only Martells not to fund some sort of proxy war! I think of all the Martells, he’d be the most fascinating to follow and watch Meria and Deria from. So I’m a bit stuck here. And there’s a similar argument against Deria - while she is involved in the Vulture King’s war, Deria rules in relative peace. There's nothing shocking about a woman inheriting her father's seat in Dorne, the way there would be elsewhere in Westeros that might justify giving her a spotlight.

Then we have the Tullys and Tyrells. The Tullys are an incredibly old and noble family but they have never been kings. And the Tyrells are famously a group of upjumped castellans, and the only family in the Reach that didn’t raise arms against House Targaryen during the Conquest. They are given rule over their respective areas of the Riverlands and the Reach because they are a good political pick, and not because of any kingly blood. We also need a Riverlander and Reacher PoV because there’s a lot of action going on in these areas. And while the Greyjoys certainly were known to have been Kings frequently, Vickon Greyjoy was not and did not expect to be any time soon.

I think the solution here is really obvious though - invent a few Davos and Catelyn characters. Give Nymor a wife who is involved in the politics of the War. Edmyn Tully has three unnamed daughters, one of whom marries Quentyn Qoherys - make her a PoV. But at the same time, these would essentially just be Canon OCs, and like, idk, they don’t have the best track record with that. If this was a “George is gonna write an aegon’s conquest story” that’s one thing but someone else doing it is a bit eh. If it were George writing this, I think I’d want something like:

Visenya T. and ONLY her - i want Rhaenys and Aegon to remain a mystery

Orys Baratheon but i’m gonna bitch the whole time

Quentyn Qoherys

Jon Mooton

Argella fucking Durrandan

Brandon Snow

Patrice Hightower - this is Ceryse’s aunt, the one reputed to be a witch who died an unmarried maid. she would have been a youngish girl during the Conquest; she and Manfred, Ceryse’s father, don’t have canon ages, and since Ceryse is born in 2 AC, you can probably get away with anything from like 10-25 for either of them. Also, I think Patrice would just be really fun to follow, think of the witch on witch crime between her and Visenya!!

Marla Sunderland

Ser Joffrey Dayne

Nymor’s wife, and I think making her an Orphan of the Greenblood (considering Rhaenys' first act of violence in Dorne is to burn Plankytown) would be the best narrative choice.

Edmyn Tully’s first born daughter - potentially she is his heir presumptive bc he’s not mentioned as having any sons or grandsons or even brothers. Also, it’s not specified which daughter married Qoherys, and we don’t have a named Tully Lord until Prentys Tully & Lucinda Broome during Maegor’s reign, so there’s some wiggle room to do something fun here.

Once again, we don't have any "Road trip from hell" stories here a la Arya, Brienne, and Egg and also not a lot of lowborn PoVs so an idea I had that I thought would be something George would like is having a female warrior from Cracklaw Point - Visenya promises them they would be sworn directly to the Targaryens and not anyone else, and given how often Visenya is at Dragonstone (and Cracklaw Point is very close by, especially if she's riding Vhagar), I think it fits within Visenya's story if she had a some sort of female warrior similar to Jonquil Darke or Brienne of Tarth that followed her through the second half of the conquest to fit the "wandering noble tours the realm and sees life is kind of ass" stories George loves to do.

I think it would be a great idea to have an Iron Islander PoV as well especially given that Aegon requires the Iron Islanders to allow Septons and Maesters into their territory in an attempt to convert them (and probably to educate them as well, i'm sure the literacy rates in the Iron Islands are the worst in the realm, lol lmao) and I think that whole story would be much more affecting if we got an Iron Islander PoV. I think some Salt Wife's PoV here would be particularly fun (or horrific) to follow.

[ladycatofwinterfell]

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I gave up on this one because I had no clear direction and felt like I was losing track of character motivation. I had a vision and didn’t nail it. But it’s about Ned and Cat and they’re having a further conversation about Robert’s offer in agot, set after Catelyn II

He had chosen to retire to his own chamber rather than join Catelyn in hers. The days had become so loud ever since the royal family came to Winterfell, it made Ned desire nothing but solitude and silence. He needed to hear his own thoughts.

What had to be done had become quite obvious the previous night. Lysa’s letter had entirely changed the meaning of Robert’s offer. That did not make Ned like it any more, the resistance was the same. King’s Landing was no place for him, he had known that for many years. His youth had been spent in the south, though he belonged in Winterfell.

Ned sunk down on his bed, rested his head in his hands. It was as if his body also protested. Every little part of him wanted to refuse even as he couldn’t.

There came a knock on the door. It had opened before he had time to say a word and there stood Catelyn.

“May I join you, my lord?” she asked.

There was no particular softness in her voice. No particular anything, in truth.

“If you wish” he told her.

She closed the door behind her and came further into the room.

“Have you told Robert that we accept the betrothal between Sansa and Prince Joffrey?” she asked.

Ned sighed when he heard her say it. He knew perfectly well what he had to do and he would do it. On the right occasion.

“Not yet.”

“After what we learned last night it is of great importance.”

He looked at Catelyn. At his wife. At the woman he had come to know so intimately. He met her blue eyes, saw the accusation in them even as her face remained neutral and controlled.

“You thought it to be of great importance before last night” he said.

At times he wondered how they had got along so well for so long because every now and then he found himself unable to understand her. She had strict beliefs and was stubborn as sin when it came to some of them. Stubborn to the point of lacking reason. And Ned was quite certain of that she thought the same of him.

Catelyn smiled, though there was nothing happy about it.

“Our daughter will be a queen. You will be the second most powerful man in all of the Seven Kingdoms.”

“A great honour” Ned said and he heard his own bitterness.

“Indeed” Catelyn responded, meeting him with the same bitterness.

She came to sit next to him on the bed, though kept a respectable distance between them.

“House Stark ruled the North in its own right for thousands of years because you made yourselves kings. And when Aegon the Conqueror descended upon the Seven Kingdoms you were allowed to keep the North, although not as kings but as wardens. No king or queen has ever carried the name Tully. Aegon didn’t allow us to keep the Riverlands because they were never ours, he gave them to us.”

He knew the history of his own house perfectly well and he was not a stranger to the history of the great houses of the south either.

“What do you want to say with this?” he asked her because that was what he wanted to know.

“A king made us what we are, a king can as easily take it away again. I want strong ties to the throne.”

It had not been fifteen years since the end of their rebellion. Not fifteen years since House Tully fought alongside Robert and swore their loyalty to him.

“You helped Robert win the throne” he reminded her.

Catelyn gave him a cool look, as if she believed him to be stupid.

“Robert will not live forever and his court is infested with Lannisters.”

“What strife does your house have with the Lannisters?”

“None as of now. Though I cannot know what the future holds and the Riverlands have always been the country most torn by war because it’s so hard to defend. Being the queen’s mother is a very great honour, even as you seem set on denying that. It also means that my family will be safer than in has been.”