#dancing with strom

[stromcuzewon]

something something today years old when I found out k-os is on the electric circus theme song?!

[amerricanartwork]

URL Song Game

Got tagged by one of my mutuals (@maddiethesapphic) to do this game, but the original post was lagging my computer, so I decided to put the songs on a separate post here!

It was quite a challenge picking out my favorites; even with just these letters there were a lot of good candidates! I'm also curious to see if anyone actually checks these out or recognizes them, because honestly I'm pretty eager to get to share some of my music tastes! I will say though, it's pretty all over the place in terms of genre and sources...!

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A - Another Believer (Rufus Wainwright)

M - Mébh's Tune (Kíla)

E - Embers of a Burning Dystopia (flashygoodness)

R - Reverse (Caravan Palace)

R - Road to Lisdoonvarna (Celtica)

I - I Bring You a Song/Looking For Romance (Frank Churchill and Larry Morey)

C - Collision Chaos Present JP (Naofumi Hataya, Masafumi Ogata)

A - Antonio's Voice (Germaine Franco)

N - No Strings Attached (Swingrowers)

A - Ave Maria, Op. 52 No. 6 (Leopold Stokowski)

R - Rapid As Wildfires (Yu-peng Chen)

T - Through Heaven's Eyes (Brian Stokes Mitchell)

W - What Would I Do If I Could Feel? (Nipsey Russell)

O - One Nation Under a Groove (Funkadelic) (This version is also very good!)

R - Rio Grande (The Oh Hellos)

K - Kingdom Dance (Alan Menken)

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And for as many mutuals I can send this to: @laismoura-art @hail-strom @ghostlycoze @kociamieta @pansear-doodles @shkika @purpura-box.

And anyone else who wants to do this is free to join!

[itsgameofthronesimagines]

Kinslayer

(Gif not mine)

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aemond returns home after the events of Storm’s End and his wife demands an impossible request. 

Word Count: 1,874

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, betrayal, faith-based delusion, implied rape at the end

Author's Note: Fine. Since no one has requested anything for Aemond, *cue Thanos impression* I'll do it myself. Sorry but I’m obsessed the the ‘our violent delights’ ao3 fic atm and I’ll be damned if I don’t write about Aemond myself.

(I do not consent for my works to be reposted/copied)

The council room is quiet after Aemond arrives and reports his crime. No one moves or even dares to breathe until Alicent finally rises from her chair, admittedly shaken as she smoothes down her dress. She can’t even look her son in the eye as she turned her body in his direction, instead watching her hands wringing together, “Aemond... does anyone else know of this?”

Aemond shifts his footing, fists clenched, but he keeps his chin held high, “Borros Baratheon might be an idiot, but he forbade blood to be shed on the floors of his home. I left soon after Lucerys did, so I can imagine Lord Borros knows. He truly would be a fool if he thought dragons could dance without death.”

“And you must truly be a fool if you thought you could start a war in the name of your missing eye!” The Queen Regent screams back, the whole room ringing with her voice and overpowering Aemond’s attempt at confidence. The whole room stills, lingering in Alicent’s proclamation until she fills the silence with gasps of breath. She crumbles slightly, holding her gut in disgust while trying to hold back the tears. Fear was evident in her eyes, and suddenly Aemond was no longer confident in his stride. When she finally locked eyes with his, Aemond felt himself cower in the ferocity of his mother’s gaze, “Go to your chambers.”

Guilt overcomes Aemond in tenfold compared to how he felt flying over Strom’s End. He’s used to Alicent’s anger being directed at Aegon, not him. He was truly his mother’s son, after all, “Mother...”

“Go!”

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The walk to his wife’s chambers was dreadful, each step heavier than the last. His stomach felt like lead, weighing him down with his shame and his guilt. Already, servants walked around him in a wide berth and whisper to one another, as one usually does when rumors spread fast in King’s Landing. Aemond pretends not to hear them, but he hears the one word, nevertheless, stabbing him in the back as he walks past the whisperers.

‘Kinslayer.’

If Aemond could be honest with himself, just for a moment, he would much rather people whisper about his appearance instead of weighing him down with such a shameful title.

He opens the heavy doors to his wife’s chambers, and tonight the doors weighed heavier than normal. His young wife, Y/n stood by the fire until she heard him, then whipped her head around with dread evident in her eyes. Aemond cringed at the sight. He had hoped to explain to her what had happened. Y/n is a proud woman, powerfully faithful to the Seven and the laws of the Seven Kingdoms. If she had only married his brother, she would be a mighty queen who instills justice in all those who dare to break the law. He had hoped by being the first to tell her what he had done, Aemond hoped to calm her growing anger.

“What...? What did you do?” Her voice cracked between words, her tone harsh and likely shrouding her rage. Her eyes blinked back tears of disbelief, willing her husband to speak the truth before she could make any assumptions.

He winced, but kept his explanation short, “I lost control of Vhagar.”

Her sneer is vengeful, striking terror in Aemond One-Eye’s heart. Her justice rings true and strikes swiftly with her vulgar words, “Horse shit! I may not bear the privilege of a dragon rider, but I know of the bond between man and beast. Everyone knows.”

“A dragon is not a slave,” he tries to defend.

“No, but it is a companion,” she rounds the furniture and beelines for him. It took everything in Aemond not to retreat, “One who is so deeply bonded with its rider, they could feel each other’s sorrow. I couldn’t possibly imagine what Vhagar must have gone through in order to do what she did to Laena Velaryon. A dragon knows the intent of its rider. Some maesters even speculate that a dragon knows its rider’s inner thoughts and desires. Laena wanted to die by dragonfire... And you wanted Lucerys Velaryon dead.”

Aemond’s head snaps up, denying her accusation with every breath, “I would never--”

“Even if you didn’t command it, Vhagar knew it to be true. She only did what your heart truly desired. And even if you did lose control of Vhagar, would you admit it to the people of Westeros?”

Aemond tightens his jaw, refraining from voicing his inner thoughts and angrily looking away. Y/n’s disdain for him grows as she straightens her back, unimpressed as she watches him pout at the wall, “I didn’t think so. You’re too proud for that. Imagine the fear it would instill in people if Aemond Targaryen admitted to losing control over the largest dragon in the world. Tell me, husband, would you rather be shamed for losing control of your dragon or be shamed for murdering your nephew?”

He hadn’t realized she was standing directly before him until he felt her hot breath lightly grazing his neck. And yet, he refused to look at her. If he had, he would’ve seen betrayal etched in her eyes, grief, and anger wilting her beauty as she forced herself to choke back a sob. Rectifying her composure when she didn't receive an answer, her eyes glance down at his torso while strengthening her words, making sure to turn her expression into a blank slate, void of emotion.

“Then there’s nothing else to discuss. You have turned yourself into a Kinslayer. It’s dishonorable and unlawful. You can do nothing to redeem yourself other than go North and take the black.”

His long, silk-like hair whips around him like a silver flag as he spun his one-eyed glare to direct at her. Even as he towered over her, imposing and intimidating, she bravely held her ground as he yelled in her face, “You’re asking me to cower in exile?! To run to the Wall and shame my family name?!”

“You had done that already by murdering your nephew for a child’s revenge,” she retorted, adding the venom in her voice to act as a whip, further damaging her husband’s pride, “Whatever you decide now will decide whether or not you continue to shame your family.”

“There’s no honor in running.”

Another quick lash of her whip, “There’s no honor in killing a boy on a peace mission either.”

“I would not fly North on Vhagar--”

“No, you wouldn’t. To sentence her to a cold, bitter exile when you alone are at fault for her actions is cowardice at best. Vhagar will remain here. You alone must take this journey.”

“We’re at war!” He finally roared, “I cannot leave with war at our doorstep!”

“War is only brewing because you made it so!” She screamed back.

“I will not take the black!”

“If you loved me, you would."

Her voice breaks, the emotions now rearing their ugly heads. Aemond’s rage pauses momentarily as he watches her face crumble with tears and breathless sobs. She relents her stiff posture, stepping away from him as she tries to find something to do with her hands, her heart practically bleeding out with her words, “If you value my honor as your wife and as a servant to the gods, you will not stain me with this shame.”

Aemond slowly relents his rage as well, letting the room fill with Y/n's gasps and cries as he hangs his head. The words stung as he knew they would. He may be proud as a dragon rider and as a Targaryen prince, but his wife is an equally proud religious woman; a true believer in purity, honor, loyalty, and justice. Up until this point, she was proud to have him as a husband, believing that he valued her morals and beliefs. In a way, he did. Aemond valued Y/n for all she is and for all she held dear, even if they had vastly different opinions. In her eyes, he was a faith-militant, much like his mother who he had doted upon. Aemond said his prayers and was dutiful to his family. He avoided sin and only slept in his lawful wife's bed. Even though Aegon was King, Aemond was the closest thing to The Father reincarnated. Whether or not he did these things to please her, Y/n was overjoyed when she married him, believing the gods spun the two of them out of the same cloth.

Delusional, perhaps, but Y/n was once a young girl who had to believe in something whilst living in a world that wasn't made for her, or else she'd go mad. Faith was the only thing she had, even when she married Aemond. She had nothing to her name besides her faith, all other pieces or belongings she owned were either lost to her father or gained by her husband. In her eyes, nothing was actually hers, not even the clothes on her back. The only thing she knew no one could take away from her was her faith.

And yet, even now, she felt that faith waver, ever so slightly. She loved Aemond, and if she could, she'd love to keep him. But her faith compels her to be estranged from him after the crime he committed. Y/n felt torn in two, disgusted with herself for even entertaining the idea of keeping Aemond as her husband, knowing the gods and all those with strong faith would shame her for it.  

Aemond knows this. He knows his wife as well as how strongly she kept her virtue close to her heart. He valued that in her, and yet could not even look her in the eye as he takes that from her, too, “... I will not take the black.”

He hears her suck in a sharp breath, before letting out a meek whisper, “Then you do not love me.”

He hears her footsteps turn away from him, so he spares a glance. Y/n had turned and walked away from him, stumbling slightly in her grief and pain. She paused at the foot of her bed, turning her head back in his direction, resigned and defeated, "Leave me, Aemond, or do you mean to shame me more?"

The question both shocks and disgusts him. Getting over the initial slap to his ego, all Aemond wanted to do is to continue screaming at her, demanding why she thought he would stoop to such a low, disgusting sin. He wants to shout up to the gods and to his wife how he is nothing like his brother and he would never do such a thing to his wife of all people--

The anger is too much, and if he were a dragon, Y/n would be in ashes. To avoid further conflict, Aemond storms out of her chambers, only to rip apart his own once he got there. Guilt and shame were no longer at the forefront of his mind. Instead, they are replaced with the might of a prince and the rage of a dragon. Without any fire, he instead rips apart his pillows, turning over his desk, and breaking the spine of his books. In the distance, he hears Vhagar roar, and he wishes that his wife's words weren't still crawling through his ears.

“--One who is so deeply bonded with its rider, they could feel each other’s sorrow. A dragon knows the intent of its rider."

~~~~~~~~~

A/N: I love shower thoughts. I know it’s short, but I really, really love this. Please support and leave a request in the ask box!

[scotianostra]

April 13th 1996 saw the death of the Orkney Poet and writer George Mackay Brown.

George Mackay Brown is perhaps Orkney’s best known author. He was born in Stromness in 1921 and his poetry, plays, novels and short stories continue to have an impact worldwide.

His work was inspired by Orcadian folklore – the myths, legends and sagas - Orkney’s Norse heritage, the natural landscape, his childhood and exploration of his faith. He wrote about his hometown of Stromness and chronicled the lives of the people who lived here and the way of life.

After six years as the Stromness correspondent for the Orkney Herald and a period recovering from tuberculosis, GMB, as he is often referred to in Orkney, from 1951 studied at Newbattle College in Midlothian under warden Edwin Muir, a fellow Orcadian writer. He went on to read English at Edinburgh University, returning to Orkney in 1961.

While in Edinburgh of course he drifted towards the crowd in Milnes Bar and into the company of Hugh MacDiarmid, Norman MacCaig and the likes. He met and fell in love with Stella Cartwright described as the bars muse and she was lover to a number of Scottish poets, they were briefly engaged but kept in touch until she passed away in 1985.

Dubbed by some as the Orkney bard, his first book of poems sold out in days. Despite almost continual ill-health he continued to write and gained numerous prizes for his work. These included the James Tait Memorial Prize for his novel The Golden Bird: Two Orkney Stories. Beside the Ocean of Time was shortlisted for the Booker Prize and won the Scottish Book of the Year title from the Saltire Society. He was awarded the OBE and three honorary degrees.

His weekly column which ran for more than 25 years in The Orcadian from 1971 is in print in book form and gives an insight into his Stromness routines and his observations on a changing Orkney.

George Mackay Brown died in 1996 but his legacy lives on in his words, and in the George Mackay Brown Fellowship.

The Poet

Therefore he no more troubled the pool of silence. But put on mask and cloak, Strung a guitar And moved among the folk.

Dancing they cried, ‘Ah, how our sober islands Are gay again, since this blind lyrical tramp Invaded the Fair!’

Under the last dead lamp When all the dancers and masks had gone inside His cold stare Returned to its true task, interrogation of silence.

George Mackay Brown

[babblingstacey]

Gerdie the Super Sim

I've found myself not keeping with my storylines and getting stressed out over taking screenshots the past few months - also my computer has been in use for other things so I couldn't play. But I decided to do a chill Super Sim challenge and I've brought back Gerdie to do it. And it worked - I had fun playing this so I'm going to continue. I'm using James Turner's Super Sim tracker (yes, I link to his site a lot, but I really like the tools he has set up).

I thought about using a totally new Sim for it - getting all the infant, toddler, child & teen milestones - but honestly, that didn't sound much fun so...it's Gerdie, since she had a lot of things out the way all ready. With that thought process, I probably could have gone with one of my Globetrotter Sims since they completed a lot already. But honestly? I missed her. I moved her to a completely new save so I don't have to worry about her past story and her skills/traits would carry over. My plan is also to move her to different worlds and build her a new house, since I really like building and I'll get bored if she has to live in the same place all the time.

No idea how much I'll be screenshotting/posting, but since I finished a season, I thought I'd start keeping track here of all of her accomplishments.

Gerdie Visser-Pancakes

Traits: Genius, Loves the Outdoors, Socially Awkward Outgoing, Clumsy, Lactose Intolerant (Had 2 popups if she wanted to change her trait from Socially Awkward to Outgoing so I decided to go with it. I decided that's my rule)

Current Residence: Mt Komerabi

Likes: Idealist Sims, Homebody Sims, Gardening, Black, Purple, Handiness, Cooking, Dancing, Knitting, Skiing, Rock Climbing, Fitness, Photography

Dislikes: Yellow

(I say yes to any new like - except music genres, because they annoy me with the wants. I don't remember why she dislikes yellow and I haven't received any other dislike requests)

Progress under the cut.

End of Summer, year 1

Current Completed Aspirations: Nerd Brain, Mt Komerabi Sightseer. (plus Whiz Kid as a child).

Aspirations In progress: Extreme Sports Enthusiast, Lady of the Knits, Curator, Fabulously Wealthy (passive), Renaissance Sim (passive)

Current Career: Scientist (level 8)

Completed Careers: Scout, Chess Team Member.

Current Completed Skills: Handiness, Logic, Skiing (plus all toddler and several child ones, but I can't find that info)

Very Close to complete: Rock Climbing (level 9), Cooking (level 9), Fitness (level 9)

Reward Traits: Always Welcome, Gym Rat, Observant, Speed Cleaner, Great Stoyteller, Heat Acclimation, Cold Acclimation, Waterproof, Morning Sim, Night Owl, Speed Reader, Strom Chaser, Free Services, Entrepreneurial, Frugal, Independent, Steel Bladder, Carefree, Savant, Brave.

On to fall - need to work on snowboarding before we move - and get that last animal attack to finish the Extreme Sports.

[museenkuss]

Had a bizarre conversation with a few friends who were raised multilingual a while back where they said german is an ugly language with all its sch/st/ch Sounds. Fascinating to me because I love those exact sounds.

Strauch is a perfect word to me, you can feel the branches as you begin saying is and the wind in the leaves as it ends. Eichhörnchen curls up around its acorn in your mouth, you feel its fur and its little claws. Schleier has that water-like ripple that comes with silk-shimmering, translucent fabric, it shimmers and obscures itself. Hauch dissolves as you say it, it’s entirely constructed of non-sounds. Plätschern can’t and doesn’t need to be explained because the two syllables do exactly that, they’re water in the brook of your throat. When you say Streicheln you first sink your fingers into fur, then run them through — that word gets quieter as you say it and ends with your tongue gently tucked behind your teeth and a smile. The intimacy of that word can’t be put into “petting”, it’s not comparable at all. Stachelig uses similar sounds, both the ST and the CH, but here theres no sinking and gentle massage, instead you can barely touch the word, you dance it around in your mouth trying not to get pricked on its syllables. Strom and Sog pull at you and suck you in, Stock clatters from your mouth, Märchen is an embroidered smile. On that note: Stickerei and embroidery both feel exactly like they should in your mouth, one is a row of delicate stitches, one is the coarse feeling of stitches under your fingertips. I’m getting off topic though, let me just say that Schaum fills your mouth, you speak around it and then feel it melt on your tongue — foam does the same, but with Schaum you also hear the waves, the sea, you taste the salt. Which, of course, you also do in Gischt, where water hits the shore and flows back over the sand.

But my point was — I was so shocked to hear this consensus that it’s those sounds that make German an ugly language. They’re so expressive to me, I need them to taste and feel what I’m saying.

[the-consortium]

Justicar Verdan is tired. He is walking through another chaos fortress, or maybe it's the same one he was walking through for Emperor knows how long, all of them start to look the same to him. He killed far too many daemons and cultists and chaos marines to care. His armor is very damaged, although the psychic matrix inside still works, enhancing his psychic power, even though it doesn't really matter as he used too much psykery to safely use any more. As he walks through another corridor, noticing a space marine sized person through an ajar door, he stills, though it doesn't change the fact that he was already heard and the person inside is turning to the door.

(I'm letting you decide who he encoutered! I would like you know that I don't want to start with combat, so someone willing to talk will be appriciated

I'm not sure if you would need this but just fyi:

Verdan is armed with a force halberd, a mostly empty strom bolter and is wearing a scuffed and beaten up aegis terminator suit with a seriously fucked up helmet.)

The room is larger than the rather inconspicuous door might initially suggest. Columns divide it up and disappear into the darkness at the back. Some narrow windows let in grey light with strange streaks and something can be heard from outside that might be the sound of fighting. An impact further away - dust trickles from the ceiling and the lumens hanging from long cables dance for a few seconds.

The two people in the room turn towards Verdan in synchronised motion, raising their old, ornately decorated baroque bolters.

They were obviously busy looking for something. Cupboards have been rummaged through, drawers are open and jars of viscous liquid have shattered on the stone floor. Some strange tissue samples have also been scattered and are twitching on the tiles.

In a way, the two Chaos Marines certainly live up to the image you always have of them. Their armour is in various shades of pink, purple and crimson and is richly decorated with gold ornaments. One of the two, whose armour is adorned all over with text in a language unknown to Verdan, has strange flesh-like outgrowths on his helmet and a snow-white crest swings elegantly to one side as the marine fixes his gaze on the newcomer.

The other person, however - well, apparently the Heretics have gone further in their corruption of the Emperor's work than previously known, as it is obviously a woman. She wears no helmet and her painted lips twist into a slightly too friendly smile, showing too pointed teeth. She is no shorter than the Astartes next to her, on the contrary - limbs elongated into goat legs even give her a little more height.

"Oh, someone else looking for something here. And has found us. The prince means well for us!" She tilts her head a little and rolls her shoulders. Verdan can hear her vox clicking softly.

[windblumebards-blog]

So I wrote this at like...2am? Because I heard this cover of Prince Ali and it sounded just like Venti and I was inspired 😂 it's not finished-not sure if I will but. I will put the song with artist at the end because I want you to read first and then listen to the song since its supposed to be like things happening fast, at the pace of the song but I can't exactly do that, but you'll get what I mean 🤣

Venti x Fem Reader

~Traveler Y/n~

Backstory:

You're a well known traveler like Aether, though you have no desire to leave Teyvat you still follow along Paimon and Aether in aid to find his sister. You've helped with all the wars from storm terror to the vision hunt decree. In all your journeys, you've come to fancy a certain alcoholic bard who just so happens to also, be a god. He never left your thoughts.... He always teased you and sang stupid little songs to try and get you to go out and get a drink with him. But you always laughed at him and told him how funny he was being never taking him to serious. He was a drunkkkk, lonelyyyyyy, god who probably hadn't actually considered your feelings. So you never gave yourself hope of anything more. But little did we knowwww....

Present:

Aether and Paimon invited you to dinner and a show at Angel Share, it wasn't out of the norm for them to invite you places, but it felt odd because they seemed like they couldn't hide their excitement over something? You didn't pay much attention to it, they're always up to something.

8 pm rolls around and you make your way to the given destination of Dilucs famous Angel Share Tavern. You could already hear the music and loud shouting as you approach the door. The street lit up from the warm light of the taverns windows. As you open the door, you see the bar.

In the background (song lyrics): 🎵

"Make way, here she comes!

Ring Bells! Bang the drums!"

Aether and Paimon are already there inside a few feet to your left, and Diluc stands behind the bar. Eyes closed and mixing drinks.

"Your gonna love this girl!

Traveler Y/n!  Fabulous as she!

Traveler Y/nnnn!"

Looking around some more, as you become aware of everything. The crowd is split in half, a perfect walk way in the middle to the stage. Some are standing, and dancing with cups in their hands. Others are sitting and singing. It's straight out of a movie. Everyone was involved. You begun to look up at the stage to the performer you heard from outside. It's Venti. He's up on stage with a wine bottle in his hand, dancing around and singing. Telling a story, as always. With a band behind him.

"Genuflect, show some respect"

He looks directly at you, and while smiling and bowing-

"Down on one knee!"

He stands back up and begins to dance around the crowd while singing,

"Now, try your best to stay calm

Brush up your Sunday Salaam

Then come meet her

Spectacular coterie

Ow!

Traveler Y/n! Might as she!

Traveler Y/nnnnn

Strong as ten regular men,

definitely!"

Suddenly Diluc chimes in,

"She faced the dragon strom terror,"

Paimon too,

"A hundred bad guys with swords!"

Venti, who had now made his was down the middle, getting closer to you resumes:

"Who sent those goons to their lords?

Why, Traveler Y/n!"

Men from the crowd,

"She even fought up on the Jade Chamber"

The women,

"The vision hunt decree,

She's battled and faced so much!"

Venti was now walking right up to you

"When it comes to exciting stories to tell,

she has many to share!

I'm telling you, it's a world

class menagerie!"

Venti finally approachs you. Holding his wine bottle in one hand, and put his other on your cheek. You put your hand on tops of his in shock. Never once breaking eye contact.

"Traveler Y/n, beautiful is she,

Traveler Y/nnn"

His hand moves from your cheek to your waist

"That physique! How can I speak?

Weak at the knees"

Venti grabs your right hand and lifts it to show you to the crowd,

"Well, get on out in that square

Adjust your veils and prepare"

He twirls you

"To gawk and grovel and stare at

Traveler Y/nnnnnn!"

to be continued...

Song: Prince Ali

Artist: Annapantsu

[monday-cat]

SPOILER! SPOILER! SPOILER! SPOILER! SPOILER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Please be careful guys there are spoilers ahead.

If you didn’t read the novel Fire&Blood and don’t want to read any kind of spoilers regarding some events of the civil war ‚dance of the dragons‘ I would like you stop reading this post right now. Thank you. 

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SPOILER: (Sorry this will be really long, and English isn’t my native language, so sorry for crazy ass mistakes.)

Call me overly romantic but I actually don’t believe it was Larys intention to betray Alicent in the first place (killing her son) but his action is perhaps the only option to save Alicent and himself (and any other) from excecution (didn’t really work out) and a brutal siege of kingslanding.

Larys sees the bigger picture. Alicents last remaining son, king Aegon II is a heavyly injured, sick king. The North, Vale and the riverlords have declared for Queen Rheanyras last remaining son prince Aegon III who is held captive at the Redkeep. The Lords march solwly down to south in an attempt to besiege the capital. Even with lord Corlys and his ships on King Aegon II side, Kings Landing won’t endure another siege and a nother sack. The only way to get out of this misery and to not get sacked and excecuted by the enemy is to make peace with the lords and proclaim Rheanyras son the heir. But instead King Aegon II threatens to behead all the traitors. Lord Corlys is outraged by this and storms out of the counsil. At this point Larys reaches out to Lord Corlys to plan an counterplot. They simply cannot lose Lord Corlys to the enemy and Larys has told multiple times that they need Lord Corlys and cannot afford to upset him any longer.

So Larys allies with Corlys and tells him about the plan of the king to have corlys get murdered in secret (by this he betrays Alicent). Corlys is outraged and wants to strom the counsil killing everyone. But Larys stops him and offers him a different plan:

I think the original plot was not to kill Aegon II in the first place (that would be treason). But to have King Aegon II surrender, to abdicate prince Aegon and making the king take the black at the Night watch. Aegon II would not be King anymore but he would be alive and the realm would be for a short break at peace.

Lord Corlys offers King Aegon II this option. And after Lord Borros defeat at the trident and no support from the allies, King Aegon II really considered this. But then Queen Alicent told him (out of fear) that the prince would probably show him no mercy and tells him to better to cut of the ears of the Prince to send them as a warning to the riverlords. Aegon II (beeing a mommas boy) agreed to this. But this cruel act would only put oil in the fire and make everything worse. And on top of that Aegon II threatens Lord Corlys to hurt his precious niece Lady Baela as well if his men would be get beaten in the next battle.

So the original plan failed. Both Larys and Corlys have no time left but to get the alternative plan (the bloody plan) into action. So at night the killing starts. The King gets poisioned and appr. 40 loyalists are getting murdered. So this is quite a bloodbath and in such a bloodbath mistakes can happen. So as a little Larycent shipper I believe that Corlys and Larys make the bloobath come into action but under following conditions:

Lord Corlys loves his niece Lady Baela very much.So his condition would be that no matter what happens at that night Lady Baela must be safe. Larys knows the castle like no other. His men get her to safety.

Then there is Alicent and in the novel her fate was described as this ‚Queen Alicent was arrested on the serpentine steps as she made her way back to her chambers. Her captors wore the seahorse of House Velaryon upon their doublets, and though they slew the two men guarding her, they did no harm to the Dowager Queen herself‘

Lord Corlys men are arresting her but no harm befalls her on the serpentine steps (which is quite remarkable) but kill all of her guards. Why would Corlys spare her? In the novel Alicent resents Corlys and wanted to see him dead multiple times and I believe he doesn’t like her either. All the other loyalists are getting killed that night. So my Larycentshipper heart believes that this was Larys condition, to get her arrested yes, but also to keep her save. And by letting Alicent get arrested by Lord Corlys men, plus Lord Corlys recommendation to the King to surrender earlier that day, plus Aegons II threat to Corlys to hurt his niece if his men fail in the battle – result in a reasonable suspicion for Alicent, that Corlys would be the one who betrayed and poisioned the king.

So after the Kings death Larys plan ist to get Rheanyras last son get crowned, befriend the new king and influence him, making peace with the lords from the vale, riverland and north. Letting Alicent overcome her sorrow by marrying her grandaughter to the king. Eventually befriend Alicent again and trying to work with her to get rid of Lord Corlys. Under this reagrd the following phrase in the novel makes some sense:

‚The realm’s new rulers found themselves divided on the question of what to do with the Dowager Queen Alicent, but elsewise all seemed in accord, and good fellowship reigned…for the best part of a fortnight.‘  Larys didn’t want her to get executed or imprisoned for life. But I believe some of the other lords  didn’t want to show her any mercy.

Everthing was almost perfect and every piece came together nicely. Well Larys did kill Alicents son but luckily framed someone else for it  She will overcome her sorrow and get in touch with him again. They have a new boy king who he can easily manupilate. So perfect.  Until Lord Stark rode to town and swept all the pieces from the chessboard.

And then the hardest part:

Lord Stark presses charges against Lord Corlys and Lord Larys before the whole court. Exposing all his sins all his cards for everyone, for Alicent to see. And Alicent finally sees that it was Larys who betrayed her and killed her son. In Retrospective it is really tragic. We have here some stark contrast: When Lord Corlys says to his defense he did what he did for the realm, allies and former enemies were comming forward to say something good about Corlys and pleaded for mercy on his behalf. But with Larys no one said anything, no one stepped forward to plea mercy for him. While Alicent was standing there. Alicent who he befriended almost 16 years ago and is in the series really close with. He safed her children when Rheanyra stromed the captial and let her get out of prison when King tristane was ruling in Kingslanding. She didn’t step forward, she didn’t say a word because the betrayal was too great. She simply can’t. And by this I think as a romantic person he truly realizes he lost this game, he lost her and when Lord Stark askes him if he has something to say to his defense he just bittlerly answers ‚When was a wolf ever moved by words.‘  admitting his defeat.

 He doesn’t want to take the black, he want’s to leave this world for he has nothing to live for and chooses the execution. His love was his downfall.

THIS. IS. SO. TRAGIC. BUT. WOULD. BE. SO. BEAUTIFUL. If they going down that route(and in the series they make him so infatuated and obsessed with her) I will cry my eyes out. Maybe I’m wrong or maybe I’m not.

[italoniponic]

nobody:

my mom: it's finally December, right-

me dancing with the Christmas decoration around the house: SOMEONE HOLDS ME SAFE AND WARM HORSES PRANCE THROUGH A SILVER STROM FIGURES DANCING GRACEFULLY ACROSS MY MEMORYYYYY

[voicesandthoughts]

I want to plant you into my garden

I want to write your name across the back of my hand

More than an initial engrained to my wrist

Writing you into a story, over and over again

but even then, I'd hear out the list of conditions

and so long as I meet them, cling to your admissions

If all hearts die alone, I want to know you first

I want to know you from the inside looking out

How the city flowers under your spell

releasing spirits only the moon remembers

Filling every little drought, you have me mesmerized

If only for a short time, I want you memorized

hickory eyes and the dancing lights in November

how the light hits your visage just right

Drinking in the way your hands say my name and brand new white lies

perfection until you inevitably push me from the strom's center

give me heaven surrounded by hell

sneak out on the night, we don't have to tell a soul

carry out our dreams of delight, nobody has to know

We can hang ourselves out to dry on the review mirror when it's over

We both knew the chances when we risked it all for a lucky clover

but until then, I'll pick up the phone at 2 am

I memorized your phone number, even set a different tone for ya

Until then, we can make safety and mayhem

Until then, let me hold you, in day and slumber

[toomuchdickfort]

UM!! Meandering writing my apparent beloved. Also Derrek my beloved.

[It’s been a long time, since it happened again. Derrek was starting to wonder if he’d just… live without it. That… jerking connection to the other forms of himself. At most, maybe a sensation would drift to him, something sharp biting into his skin as he clenches a fist around it, or wind on his face, or sounds, when he’s just falling asleep. But… his dreams have all been his own.

It’s been so long that he’s stopped worrying about it, even. Maybe this is just it. It ruined his life, and it made him better for it, and it just… goes away, now? After years of it haunting his sleep, and crashing into him like glass at random… he finds himself making plans.

And he finds him following through on them.

Derrek goes out for lunch with his friends. He goes with Strom to a concert, and he watches the colors of the music dance before his eyes, mingling with the souls of the crowd before him, through the earplugs that she bought him.

He goes to a pottery class with Aura and Strom, and the clay is… surprisingly nice to work with. He makes a mug, and unintentionally shapes it to fit his hand much more than anyone had realized until Amber borrows it one morning. Aura still laughs at him about it, every so often.

He visits the coast with Amber and Jay, and he feels the ocean on his skin for the first time in… what feels like far, far too long.

He lets himself sit in the bittersweet feeling of it, while the two of them head off for something to eat. Some cafe they’d spotted on the way in that hadn’t sounded too appealing to him, but Amber promised to bring him back something.

So here he sits. Sand under his legs and between his fingers as he leans back, the sun on his cheeks and shoulders, the wind catching the hairs that have fallen from his braid, and the waves rising and falling around him like breathing… it feels like home. Just as much as the home he’s made, with Amber and Strom, and with Aura and Jay… it’s home.

But it feels like home to a person that’s not him anymore. A person that’s not been him for quite some time now. Someone harsher, and crueler, and someone who would stare into the eye of the void in spite of everything just to challenge the universe to blink first.

It didn’t. It never does.

But now, here he is again. The same sky and sea and beach that his ship made port at so very many times over the years, and… as nice as it is, to visit, it feels wrong.

He’s come to terms with the body he’s been placed in, for the most part. That isn’t the problem. It isn’t the face or the blood or the skin that makes him feel like he’s in somebody’s place when he shouldn’t be… it’s him.

Derrek had forgotten how hollow that feeling was.

He takes a deep breath and lays back, dragging his arms back and forth through the sand as he just… breathes. Listens to the waves, and the wind, and the voices of whoever is wandering within earshot for the time.

And then it happens again.

He’s not used to it anymore- he doesn’t even have time to try and brace himself for the feeling of landing in the experiences of somebody else.

He feels bandages around his ribs, and a pulsing, burning ache under his arm, and the warmth of a fire in front of his shins and palms…

But he still feels the sea.

He had forgotten how disorienting it could be, being so torn like this.

The other him is crying- his tears are warm on his cheeks, and there’s an arm across his shoulders, and a leg pressed against his own. There’s a voice he doesn’t recognize, singing a song he doesn’t know, but… it seems to help.

Derrek doesn’t get whatever turmoil this version of him is experiencing, and it feels like he’s staring in on a moment he shouldn’t be, because of it.

But he experiences the moment nonetheless.

He takes a deep breath in sync with the weeping man, and… damn. It’s nice, for things to line back up, even just for a second.

And as the seconds draw out, or maybe minutes, he finds himself picking up the songs tune. Humming it himself. Maybe he’ll look into it, to see if he can find it in this reality.

He can feel the air around him cooling, and distantly wonders if the sun- his sun- is setting.

He wonders if this other version of him enjoys the night just as much as himself.

He’s still digging his hands back and forth in the sand when he comes back to himself, a little at a time.

And he breathes. The ocean’s smell carries in the air, here, and he wonders if he’s going to miss it, when they go back home.]

[time-is-standing]

yesterday I went to a party.

I was in the middle of singing Born this way, when rain started pouring out of nowhere. me and my friend thought about the same thing: run into the open area and dance our souls out. they put on "it's raining men" and I screamed, giggled, danced around in the wind, raindrops blurring our vision.

the strom become bigger and bigger, lightning lit the night sky almost every minute.

I thought of that one tiktok video, where they said, technoblade is fighting with god - while filming pink lightning, so I sang a little bit louder, danced until my feet hurt and shed some tears in the rain in memoriam of this beautiful soul we lost.

I really do hope Techno sees us all and feels this endless love we have for him.

[arwainian]

My Reading this Week

This week was my last week of classes for the fall semester, so I've been busy with prepping for presentations and final exams and final papers. However! I have done some reading, through of mix of reading on sunday and easy reading like manga, short stories and fanfiction

Finished:

Blood Sisters: Vampire Stories by Women edited by Paula Guran

Father Peña's Last Dance by Hannah Strom Martin Sun Falls by Angela Slatter Magdala Amygdala by Lucy A. Snyder The Coldest Girl in Coldtown by Holly Black In the Future When All's Well by Catherynne M. Valente

I am shocked that I managed to finish this before I left for the airport, but my determination to have one less this to pack was strong. My favorite of this set of short stories was Magdala Amygdala, because it was super gross so I sent it to some friends to read too! fun fact: reading this anthology got me hyped to writing my vampire story, so I've been working on that

Started and Finished:

you there? keep me company by misspickman on ao3

(hi moss!) as i wrote in my reading journal, this is for recording READING not recording BOOKS. now, i do not know tim and kon very well, but i am here to support my mutuals' writing whenever possible

Witch Hat Atelier, Vol. 10 by Kamome Shirahama

i adore the art of this series so much, it's so cute and INTRICATE and also the plot is so stressful to ME. I am stressed. I just want these kids to be okay....

the cat who got the whipped cream by bluecloak on ao3

this is a f@tt fanfic that i managed to skip when i was digging through the archive looking for good fic a few weeks back. i came back to it bc i saw cute fanart for it and enjoyed my time! i think the fact that it was labelled a coffee shop au initially scared me off

Sharp Teeth, Sharp Eyes or: The Boy-God and the Wolf by thunder_rolled_a_six on ao3

i gotta love a good fairytale style story about gods, this was cute though I don't have much to say

beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing by Aidan James

my friend sharing this short story he read with us prompted me to say we needed a book club channel in our server. this was good, and you should read this if you like androids that fuck with gender and fuck in general

Started:

Dead Dead Girls by Nekesa Afia

this is a mystery I got recommended a while back, and my second time taking it out of the library to try reading it. i don't like how short the chapters are and this hasn't really clicked with me, but i desperately want to try continuing with it. if i don't really like it by the time i'm a quarter of the way through i'll just drop it

Article, Chapter, and Primary Source Reading for School:

"Racial Health Disparities and COVID-19--Caution and Context" by Dr. Merlin Chowkwanyun and Dr. Adolph Reed, Jr. in The New England Journal of Medicine "Inequality's Deadly Toll" by Amy Maxmen "COVID-19 Can Last for Several Months" by Ed Yong Ottonian Queenship, "Queens and Dynasties in the Ninth and Tenth Centuries" by Simon MacLean "Bolesław I and the Emergence of Poland" (1025AD) as translated by Paul W. Knoll & Frank Schaer "The Election of Hugh Capet" by Richer of Reims (987AD)

(and here's all the readings i did for my final week of classes. i did not skip a single reading, though when given a choice between two i DID pick the shorter one, may or may not go back and read the longer one when i have time but just for my own fun)

everyone please wish me luck on my finals and stuff!

[totallynotbat]

I'm so proud of you, Existing can be exhausting but every moment that you are breathing is another moment that you are winning! Your feelings are valid we have to feel it's healthy to feel it all, I promise you that the strom will pass, let's dance in the rain, blast some good music in our ears and feel what you got to feel! When the storm passes there will be a rainbow and more flowers filling the ground. I think storms are just nature's way of saying that we just gotta feel and we are valid for feeling what we feel and that after we feel it all we get led to a better path! You've always got my support my friend! Things will change for the better for you I promise, some storms are here to clear our path, We've got your back Bat! :] /p /gen /pos

-K :]

GOD DANG IT K I WANT TO HUG YOU THROUGH THE SCREEN-

[lohityaa]

Life isn't about waiting for the Strom to pass...It's learning to dance in the rain.

- Vivian greene