DAY 6: AN UNLIKELY DRAGONRIDER
NETTLES WEEK: FAVOURITE POST DANCE THEORY/ HEADCANON.
Nettles is the mother of two Queens.
Nettles in Dorne.
She marries the Sword of the Morning. Cousin of the Martells, when they are called it isn't questioned after the birth of the Lord of Starfall's first child by her. Her other 3 children are also welcomed, a new occurrence. Two girls and a boy, brown skin, purple eyes, and silver locs. When they arrive, they are told that not a day off course is the Lord of Driftmark and his return to Dorne.
Nettles and Alyn.
She doesn't run away, facing the problem for what it was, against her husband's wishes. She barely recognises Alyn as he steps off the boat, and he doesn't believe it's her until he's close enough to see her nose scar and the three children behind her. A blonde girl is rushed past them to meet a healer, and he embraces her. A blond boy follows her, and she recognises Viserys in an instant. After three days of apologies and explanations, they learn the girl has died. The daughter of House Rogares died. A plan is constructed between both after seeing how quickly Viseyrs takes to her second daughter. Nettles returned with Alyn too driftmark with her first 3 children under a promise of safety.
The fate of 6 children.
Her two daughters assume the identity of Larra Rogare and Daenaera Velaryon (a ward of Driftmark) and are wed to Viserys ii and Aegon iii Targaryen under the hope that the children will restore the power of house Targaryen, two brother sister marriages between the children of the Rogue Prince. Her son is taken as a ward of House Velayron, and she retains the right to visit her children under false pretences and different assumed identities so no one discovers the plot. It is sworn away, and the histories carry on as they were.
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based solely on chaos’ design floating around on the internet, i have a theory.
that’s maegara’s body. chaos is literally possessing maegara’s body. (that is maegara’s one bat wing.)
that is chaos’ old design being held in maegara’s hand. it’d be one thing if it looked more like, i don’t know, a snakeskin? like something chaos had naturally shed and sloughed off? but instead it looks like someone (probably chronos) ripped out chaos’ head and spinal cord in battle. and i think that makes sense, that the two of them would have squared off. chaos is not like the fates. they loved nyx, they would have left their realm and fought for nyx directly.
the living fetus trailing out of the head’s mouth tells me this kind of injury is something chaos can naturally, eventually, regenerate from. but in the meanwhile, recovery on their own means being vulnerable. a primordial entity in the shape of a fetus is still a fetus. in the meantime, chaos would need a new body, a temporary vessel they’d be capable of defending themself with.
the only question is if maegara volunteered for this.
but i think she might have.
if this still sounds bonkers, consider it doylistically. chaos’ original design was unique and striking. do you honestly think supergiant would just throw away an excellent character design like that for nothing? for no story related reasons at all?
so my prediction is this: one of melinoe’s quests will involve helping restore (or speed up the restoration of) chaos’ body (which will then free maegara).
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I know it's been said before by many different people, but, and I truly cannot stress this enough: DO NOT harass the Dragon Age cast, DO NOT push parasocial behaviors or expectations on them, DO NOT objectify them and treat them as if they are there solely for your personal entertainment.
I have seen people - especially in the bg3 fandom - harass people over their "treatment" of a character, only to then violate the boundaries of the actor that portrays them. There are so many instances of the character being treated better than the person behind them.
Keep in mind that these are REAL PEOPLE who have their own lives, thoughts experiences and values, and their feelings matter a lot more than someone's need to feel sexually gratified at their expense. So let's not conflate sexualizing a person against their wishes with "appreciating their work".
Remember: the fictional characters they portray are not real, they have no thoughts, agency or feelings, so you can say whatever you like about them, because they don't exist and don't have boundaries to cross. But the actors who play those characters are real and you cannot treat them as you would the character themselves.
Andrew Wincott, the actor for Raphael in bg3, had to deal with fans acting as if they were entitled to his time, his promotions and overall his general attention. And Neil Newbon, who has been nothing but lovely and very kind to his fans, repeatedly told people how uncomfortable they had started to make him before taking action after it went too far for too long.
So, in closing:
DON'T BE PARASOCIAL WITH THE DA:TV CAST, DON'T SEXUALIZE THEM, AND RESPECT THEIR BOUNDARIES BECAUSE THEY ARE REAL PEOPLE AND THEY DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING!!
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Hi hello hi. As an AroAce individual in a QPR who has no desire for a romantic or sexual relationship, I think shipping Alastor in QPRs is so so fun and people should do it more. I also think it works for a good amount if not all of the ships I've seen him in.
Alastor and Rosie: Hell yeah. They're already great friends and every interaction we've seen between them has been pure and adorable. Rosie Gently guiding Alastor through his identity because he isn't exactly up with the slang. Them going out for tea and human flesh Sunday afternoons. Them giving each other forehead kisses and holding hands platonically.
Alastor and Angle dust: Mhmm. Angle not really wanting Sex or romance after all he's been through. Angle respecting Alastor's identity and not pushing for anything more than friendship. Alastor not really liking Angle at first because of their differences, But tolerating him regardles. Alastor explaining to Angle that Romantic relationships don't have to involve Sex (I'm an Asexual Angle truther.) Angle offering Alastor a hug that Alastor reluctantly accepts. Them cuddling at night with a pinky Promise of nothing more.
Alastor and Vox: Go ahead. A fic about Alastor trying to Navigate exactly how he feels about Vox, Because when he died the term AroAce didn't exist, so he thinks it's romantic attraction, Maybe they kiss and Alastor is like "Ha! No!" Maybe that's why they had their falling out? Who knows.
Alastor and Lucifer: So So SO much Yes. (This is my personal favorite) The two of them hating each other, but putting up for each other for Charlie's sake. Slowly growing to actually tolerate and maybe even like being around the other. Exchanging snarky remarks in a more playful way. Alastor finding Lucifer sitting in a pile of ducks and despair and offering his hand to help him up and take him to the hotel. Never letting go of his hand. Fuck Enemies to Friends to Lovers I want an Enemies to Friends to Qpr arc goddamnit.
I do think it's okay to ship Alastor even outside of QPR's, BUT. If you do, don't just ignore Alastor's identity. AroAce people get far less representation than the rest of the LGBTQ+ community. I can think of one other canon Character off the top of my head. So it's not okay to erase the little rep we do get. In the end I think it's important to listen to what AroAce people have to say on the matter, it is our representation after all.
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It’s the way Steve places a pin in that damn map of Hawkins. Two fingers, muddy knuckles. Fuck if Eddie knows the actual destination because all he can navigate is the curve of Steve’s index finger as he smooths out the edges of the map.
And it’s stupid, right? Because the world is folding in on itself and he’s looking at a guy in the kind of way Victorian novelists would only describe as ‘longingly.’ It’s objectively stupid. Probably some adrenaline bullshit that a doctor could explain with a brain scan.
The rest of the group has scattered, plotting amongst themselves. Pulling plans out of their asses. Finding layers of courage behind clues and cassette tapes.
Eddie should do that too. Plan. Make decisions. Do anything other than stare at the dirt underneath Steve’s goddamn fingernails.
“Please blink, Munson.” Steve says while clearing his throat. He’s been doing that a lot. Which is, like, understandable after coughing up lake water all night long.
He clears his throat again. “Show sign of life before I ransack the supply bag for that shit you call music.”
“That… shit?” Eddie spits out the words. Briefly forgets his swirly Steve feelings because of the fucking audacity on this guy. “Rightrightright, because Bob Seger is so fucking dignified, huh?”
“Uh-oh.” Dustin murmurs behind him.
“Because Old Time Rock and Roll is the highest ranking of ear candy?” Eddie searches through their duffel bag until he finds Steve’s Vecna Saftey Tape. Waves it around wildly as he speaks. “Forgive me. I didn’t know entry-level chord progressions were considered Carnegie Hall worthy these days. But by all means, call my music shit.”
He throws the tape at Steve’s lap before dropping back down to his seat on the couch.
“Well,” Steve smirks. “At least we know if the music won’t wake you up, mocking it sure as hell will.”
“Guys. Focus.” Nancy steps into the center of the room. Everyone nods, even Eddie. They listen intently to her directions. Henderson doesn’t interrupt her, not even once.
Nancy’s entire demeanor is charged with currents of determination. It’s honestly impressive. Truly. She could convince congress to change the fucking constitution if she wanted. Have the supreme court eating out of her palm with how persuasive she can be.
And the only thing that distracts her, is the same thing distracting Eddie.
Two fingers. Muddy knuckles.
Eddie follows her gaze back over to Steve. Her expression softening when she sees him.
It’s cruel and expected. Cruel that Eddie has to witness such softness, knowing exactly how it feels. Expected because wedding bells can practically be heard every time those two interact with each other. No one can deny that.
But knowing all this doesn’t stop the cruelty from squeezing Eddie’s stomach till his insides feel raw.
He swallows down his flimsy fantasies. Keeps repeating those words from back in the woods:
It’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s-
“Hey, man.” Steve says.
Man? Not ‘Nancy, my betrothed?’ Not “Nancy, my muse?”
… Man?
Eddie blinks. Glances up to see Steve looking at him. “Your taste in music isn’t complete shit.”
Which isn’t exactly an apology. But the teasing scratches an itch in Eddie’s brain that he hasn’t be able to reach for a very long time.
“Yeah.” Eddie says. “I guess Bob Seger’s stuff is… intermediate. Assistant managerial-level chord progressions.”
He pauses. Then leans in and adds a quick, “At best.”
They both laugh a little. It’s cut short by Steve clearing his throat again. One of the many reminders that they’re not well.
That nothing they’re going through is fair. Not even in the same universe as Fair. Eddie’s eyes fall to the red markings around Steve’s neck. Wonders if that makes his cough hurt worse.
“Look.” Steve nudges Eddie’s arm. Pulls his attention back into this moment. “We’ve got this, okay?”
Eddie can’t exactly tell if there’s softness in Steve’s eyes - the same kind Nancy gives to him so freely. Or if it’s just regularly scheduled Concern. But it doesn’t even matter because Steve said that.
We.
‘We’ve got this.’
Him and Steve.
And, okay, was Steve referring to a collective ‘we?’ Sure, yeah. Obviously. But Eddie is allowing himself to wallow in delusion while the world’s expiration date remains questionable.
So he aims a lovesick smile at Steve and sighs. “Whatever you say, Harrington.”
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