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[insextras]

Little headcanon that erik and lorna sometimes cause auroras when using their powers heavily, erik's being more red-purple and lorna being basically entirely green

[leopoldainter]

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[s0ckh3adstudios]

Omori: New Neighbors

"Mikhael has new neighbors! Too bad he doesn't want to meet them."

So, I had this idea of what if Sunny and Mari ended up with a completely different friend group, specifically the hooligan kids (y'know, BEFORE they were the hooligans). Y'know; Kim, Vance, Mikhael/The Maverick, Angel, Charlie. I thought that would be an interesting idea... And besides I can throw in the bread twins for free they come with Mikhael thus they are now in the friend group. Yippee.

So I wrote a little thing down here. :D I don't know if I'll actually keep going with this?? We'll see how far the brainrot reaches or if it reaches at all.

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Mikhael didn’t want to meet the new neighbors.

So what if some random family decided to move into the house next to theirs? They didn’t need to congratulate them with a pie. A pie Mikhael could be eating instead. The least his parents and siblings could have done was at least let him stay home while they said their greetings, but no. Apparently he had to come. To be polite. 

The newly inhabited house had been on sale for as long as Mikhael could remember. Every morning, on his way to school, he’d step outside and see it. A bland blue roof, a bland blue door, a rickety birdhouse right up front.

No longer would the house sit dormant and lonely. Movers spent all day yesterday coming in and out of the house like worker ants. When Mikhael caught his older siblings, Daphne and Bowen, watching the movers go about their business, he couldn’t help but take a peek. They looked to have somewhat expensive items. A rich family, maybe? Despite what he thought… the people who answered the blue house’s door didn’t look like anything special.

A girl about his brother and sister’s age answered the door. Long black hair, green plaid sweater vest. She was polite. She called her mom to the door; a somewhat stout woman with curled auburn hair. Immediately the parents engaged in conversation. Mikhael grumbled. He was going to be here for a while, wasn’t he?

The 10 year old big kids seemed comfortable with each other. Despite Daphne’s quiet nature and Bowen’s tendency to not speak, the new girl whom Mikhael overheard was Mari didn’t mind at all. She didn’t act like anything was out of the ordinary. She adapted to their quirks with no problem and spoke to them as if this wasn’t the first time they met.

Between the parents and the big kids, there was too much talking.

In Mikhael’s efforts to look to find something to keep his mind busy, he noticed an eavesdropper to the several conversations. A boy with short black hair hid behind his mother. He was staring at him. It wasn’t necessarily creepy but… Mikhael felt like he was being judged. Observed. 

“Quit staring at me, weirdo,” Mikhael thought to himself.

It wasn’t long before others noticed the staring boy.

“Oh, Sunny!” The auburn lady said, patting her son's head. “These are our neighbors. They own a bakery. Isn’t that neat?” 

The boy’s expression heightened a little. Surprise? He wasn’t easy for Mikhael to read. He wasn’t expressionless, just very neutral.

“Mikhael,” said Mom, pushing Mikhael ahead. “Why don’t you go play with Sunny?”

Mikhael scowled. 

“Go on, he’s your age. Go play.”

The boys entered the house. It was the first time Mikhael had ever gone inside. It wasn’t completely furnished yet so it still had the slight echo of emptiness. A man’s voice could be heard from the kitchen, seemingly speaking to no one. It was most likely a phone conversation.

Mikhael shuffled awkwardly on the cream carpet. This “Sunny” boy was just staring at him. Mikhael rolled his eyes. He seemed to have a similar quiet nature like his siblings. 

“So. Uh.” Mikhael sputtered.

“Where’d you move here from? Farther City? Or Near Port?”

Sunny looked down at his feet shyly, “...Um… Nowhere around here… Somora Town…”

“Never heard of it.” Mikhael tilted his head slightly.  

"...Okay…"

The two stood in silence. Awkward. The parents laughed outside and continued chatting. 

"... Moms and dads talk a lot…" Sunny sighed. 

"I know, right?!" Mikhael agreed in exasperation. Finally, a conversation topic, and one that Mikhael is glad someone understands his frustration.

"Like, I'll get dragged to the store or we'll be walking somewhere and mom will find someone she knows and they'll start talking and talking and talking and she just kinda completely forgets I'm there! My feet are tired from standing next to her and she's talking about super boring stuff-" 

As Mikhael ranted and grumbled about parental frustrations, he noticed how Sunny just listened to him. He continued to stare, but he looked thoughtful. He was giving Mikhael his full attention. He was completely absorbed by his words. 

"You're a good listener," Mikhael smiled. Sunny almost looked confused. "You don't talk lots, do you?" The pale boy shook his head. 

"Well, that's okay. I like having people listen to me!" 

Sunny squinted his eyes. He looked slightly judgemental. 

"Anyway," Mikhael found himself slipping out of his sour mood. He felt more comfortable around Sunny now. He wasn't so bad. 

"Do you watch Dragon Ball Z?" 

~~~~~~~~~~

The afternoon was eaten up by talk of cartoons and comic books. The two spent their time in Sunny's new room pulling toys out of moving boxes. With blankets tied around their necks as capes, they set up an adventure story that Mikhael narrated. They ran around the house bumping into walls and hitting each other with pillows. It really felt like he was the hero and Sunny was his meek sidekick.

Unfortunately, their fantasy world was torn away by the cold hands of reality when Mikhael's mother said it was time to go home.

"What?! Five more minutes!" Mikhael pleaded. Sunny looked dejected as he untied his blanket cape.

"Hon, we've got to head home for dinner. Besides, your friend and his family have all sorts of unpacking to do," Mom replied.

…Friend?

Mikhael looked at Sunny. Were they friends now? They had spent the afternoon together and he found that he enjoyed his new neighbors company.

Sunny was a quiet, patient listener. He was passionate about his interests even if he spoke very little. He shared Mikhael's vibrant imagination and ran around with him for a while. They had fun! He could withstand his long rambles and never complained. There was really nothing to complain about when it came to Sunny.

Staring him up and down, Mikhael came to his conclusion.

"Yeah, you're worthy of being my friend," Mikhael grinned as if he had just bestowed the highest honor upon the boy's shoulders. While the mothers laughed at his royal attitude, Sunny smiled wider than he had all day. It wasn't by a lot, but it was a change. 

On the family's short walk back to the house, Mikhael felt pleased. His new neighbors weren't awful. 

For the first time ever, Mikhael couldn't wait to step outside tomorrow and see the bland blue house next to his. 

[m00n-riverr]

There isn't enough Sylvia Plath poetry analysis out there

So I think we need to assemble a team and share ideas.

I'm going through Carol Ann Duffy's collection of Plath in order, analysing each one, but I need help bc I want different interpretations.

So I'm just gonna put my analysis in here for Ode for Ted and you can read it and use it if you want, and tell me what you think etc.

Ode for Ted (An 'Ode' doesn't necessarily have to be a love poem, but it must be dedicated to a person.)

From under crunch of my man's boot

green oat-sprouts jut;

he names a lapwing, starts rabbits in a rout

legging it most nimble

to sprigged hedge of bramble,

stalks red fox, shrewd stoat.

(In this first stanza, I feel like 'red fox' is Plath herself. With this interpretation, it can be understood that she is describing his fuckboy tendencies.)

Loam-humps, he says, moles shunt

up from delved worm-haunt;

blue fur, moles have; hefting chalk-hulled flint

he with rock splits open

knobbed quartz; flayed colors ripen

rich, brown, sudden in sunlight.

(Here, Plath seems to be continuing her metaphor for her husband's love life. She is praising his strength and manliness, and connection with nature. Plath seems to have a particular interest in nature, which is explored further in her poem 'November Graveyard', which discusses the meaning we search for in nature, when in actuality there is none. To link this back to Ode for Ted, Plath might be arguing that though nature has no deeper meaning to reach for, she and her husband still gain pleasure from it. It is described as "rich", with words such as "ripen" to demonstrate this. I think that Plath is celebrating pleasure to be found in the mundane, whist also praising her husband's excessive, almost caveman like manliness, which attracts her.)

For his least look, scant acres yield:

each finger-furrowed field

heaves forth stalk, leaf, fruit-rubbed emerald;

bright grain sprung so rarely

he hauls to his will early;

at his hand's staunch hest, birds build.

(Plath is describing her husband's strength and power over the natural world, which seems quite rare. He harvests abundant crop, "stalk, leaf, fruit-rubbed emerald", which is described as something done "rarely". This emphasises Ted's deep connection with nature. To take a slightly different approach to the interpretation I gave with the last stanza, Plath could be commenting on her husband's superficiality. He has this strong connection to nature, the nature which Plath seems to find to have only surface level value. Rather than being a positive comment, Plath could instead be lamenting the lack of substance she sees even in the parts of life she loves the most.)

Ringdoves roost well within his wood,

shirr songs to suit which mood

he saunters in; how but most glad

could be this adam's woman

when all earth his words do summon

leaps to laud such man's blood!

(I didn't make a mistake in copying here, Plath chose not to capitalise 'adam', which, to me, seems to finally confirm to the reader that this poem was meant to be satirising the manly man. She chooses not to capitalise adam as a slight to the biblical significance of the name, and rejoices in the honour of being his "woman". There seems to be a sarcastic tone as she ends the poem - "leads to laud such man's blood!" - and seems almost to be mocking the godlike persona she has given him thus far. Though this poem was for her husband, this interpretation could be totally misinterpreting the original message because I am viewing the poem through a modern lense, but Plath has been seen poking fun at the stereotypical 'manly man'. Considering this with her over-the-top descriptions of her husband's connection to nature, and the general feminist tone of her writings, I think that this interpretation holds some weight.)

Okay thank you for reading if you did, I hope you found something useful here. If you have another reading you'd like to share I'd love to hear it, that's why I did this in the first place. It's just that I was looking up Plath analysis online and there was nothing so I wanted to do some myself and find some other people who like her.

[theoneandonlyyeti]

listen. ya like squids? (cw for animal death as i mention predators a lot. please tag this as "long post")

here is this . the giant squid

although the first sighting of a live boy was in 2004, this chonky thing was described in writing as far back as Aristotle himself . ever seen Watcher Puppet History? remember good ol' Pliny the Elder from the Vesuvius episode? my guy wrote about this absolute unit and was . surprisingly close on describing them? considering the state of natural science at the time. the boys reach around 30-35 feet max, but the females are more around the 40-45 foot range. gaslight giant squid girlboss or whatever

my boys only known predator is the sperm whale, which is why the whales that we find are always covered in scars and sucker marks. battle been waged for centuries. montagues and capulets WISH they had what these things have. (to be fair, it might also be possible for pilot whales to eat them too. oh, and also other giant squid. it's a cephalopod-eat-cephalopod world out there.)

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now, listen. here's the thing. the giant squid might be the LONGEST mollusk in the ocean, but she sure ain't the heaviest at a measly 600lbs. while not much is known about the colossal squid, we DO know that they ABSOLUTELY can reach - wait for it - 1 0 0 0 lbs. and that's not all! based on remains found in sperm whale stomachs, my guy might reach FIFTEEN HUNDRED POUNDS. this may not be much in the grand scheme of things considering their predators can range anywhere from 30,000 to 90,000lbs, but for a cephalopod (read: glorified mollusk) that is, in the words of 2015 internet, A HECCIN CHONKER.

(^ here is one when they caught it. unfortunately she was close to death from unrelated causes when they found her and she died soon after, but her body was donated to science and we learned a lot so it wasn't in vain! she doesn't have a name but one of the scientists who helped at the time was named kat so now this squid is named kat.)

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now here come the weirdos.

mx. bigfin squid, why are you so strange?

we don't know much about these boys since they're pretty rare encounters, but they have big ear flap type things they use to move which is why they're called what they're called

additionally, all of their tentacles are...strangely identical. anyway, they're very long and Ribbony and, as you can see, positioned into little strange elbows perpendicular to their body. since we haven't seen or caught many, nobody really knows...why. it might be a feeding thing (some people think they use a trapping method, waiting for zooplankton and stuff to bump into their arms, or maybe even a bottom-trawling method where they drag their arms along the seabed and pick up whatever they find. nobody knows) but. who knows <3

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lastly for now since this is getting long, my absolute favorite, the VAMPIRE SQUID

just a little guy. surprisingly, they're actually the only known cephalopod who doesn't catch and eat live animals!! this tiny boy eats marine snow (which you can see in the picture); basically just little bits of nutrients and sediment that floats down into the Deep Dark. a LOT of animals depend on marine snow, but that's a story for another time

as for the vampire squid's name, it's actually a funny story!

this is why.

as a defense mechanism, my boy curls up inside out to reveal tens if not hundreds of razor sharp "teeth" on the inside of his legs :) (some people call this "pineapple mode" which helps the nonchalant horror of it all)

anyway, fun fact! red light has a much longer wavelength compared to blue, yellow, or green (or orange or violet), meaning it has the most difficult time penetrating water and thus can't make it far into the ocean! this is why most deep sea creatures are red or black - since black is impossible to see in an environment with no sunlight and red effectively appears black at the same light level, these colors are most effective at hiding from prey and predators alike!

blue has the shortest wavelength and thus has the easiest time getting through water. this is why the ocean looks blue and why almost all ocean bioluminescence shows up in blues! (look up firefly squids. they're my second favorite squid but this ask is already too long so i cant explain in detail. basically tiny little squid lights up bright blue like fireflies to communicate/attract mates/attract prey/etc. and they migrate to the surface at night. lights up a beach like you wouldn't believe)

thank you void this is the best thing ever

also thank you for bringing back my memories of watching wild kratts and learning about the giant squid and the colossal squid back when i was a wee lad. this was an honest joy to read

i can also read the excitement in these words and am feeding off of it i love it sm /g

(i really appreciated the romeo and juliet reference aksjdlf)

[yeniayofnymeria]

Arya Stark's Green Fork scene and Daenerys' Dream

Selam, hello!

I hadn't written for a while. I wanted to come back with a good topic. Actually, this was something that came to my mind a few years ago, but I had never thought before that there was a parallel with Dany's dream. I have recently started interpreting asoiaf dreams and prophecies, at which time I realized that these two subjects are similar.

(Sorry for my bad grammar.)

Dany's Dream

The dream takes place in a Storm of Swords 3rd Daenerys POV (I don't know if it's coincidence or intentional to see such a dream in the 3rd pov, of course, but it seemed like one of the triple loops to me for Dany).

That night she dreamt that she was Rhaegar, riding to the Trident. But she was mounted on a dragon, not a horse. When she saw the Usurper's rebel host across the river they were armored all in ice, but she bathed them in dragonfire and they melted away like dew and turned the Trident into a torrent. Some small part of her knew that she was dreaming, but another part exulted. This is how it was meant to be. The other was a nightmare, and I have only now awakened.

Dany was often compared to her older brother Rhaegar, if you remember... Naturally, she dreams of herself as Rhaegar, who went to the Trident river to triumph over the Rebels; this is her subconscious dream way of saying "I'm not like Viserys, I'm like Rhaegar, they say I am". So obviously Dany accept it by now. Of course, she goes to war on a dragon, not on a horse. As such, it is highly likely to be a dragon dream.

Now, the most common interpretation of this dream is as a sign of Dany's future war with the Others in the region of this river because of "ice armors". I thought the same when I first read it, but let's see what Martin said: “Prophecies come true unexpectedly... those prophecies that you see as spoilers aren't always what they seem... the prophecies should not be too obvious... ' words echo in my head. Despite these words, when people saw the “ice armors” depiction, Dany commented that she was fighting the Others. This is what even writes as an interpretation of this dream on the ASOIAF Wiki.

It's pretty obvious, don't you think? This came to mind first, and no other alternative thought was even suggested. In fact, we've read that the characters often interpret the prophecies they hear as they first come to mind, making inferences wrong. For example, when Cersei heard the prophecy, she believed that the valonqar was Tyrion; it will probably be Jaime, or maybe someone else too… When Dany saw the prophecies of betrayal, she quickly accepted Mirri and Jorah as two of the three betrayals, but the past actions of both do not fall under these three reported betrayals.

So I'm going to make another comment, going beyond the obvious. Now, assuming that the war we see will take place in the future, if Dany arrives in the Riverlands, on the Trident; there's a good chance she'll fight on the Green Fork side because Rhaegar was killed in an area connected to this place, and it was named Ruby Ford because of rubies spilling from his armor... Near here is Crossroads Inn. Since the river is shallow here, you can cross the river, the armies gathered and fought here. Naturally, the army that Dany sees is coming from the north to fight Dany. Green color is unlucky for Dany; The fact that Rhaegar was killed here, and the "ice-armoured" armies coming from the north... moreover, these are the "rebel armies(Starks)" for Dany...

I think there is a strong possibility that these armies are indeed the armies of the northerners. The armies of the north belong to the House Stark, representing the "ice" side in the pact of ice and fire. Even the name of the famous family heirloom sword was “ice”. In the fifth book Jon; We read that in one of his dreams he wore "ice armor". We see that the Others are not the only ones wearing ice armor in this series. In particular, seeing another pov character wearing the ice armor seen in the dream, in his dream, gives us the opportunity to interpret this dream differently than the Others. In a nutshell, it's likely Daenerys is fighting the northern army here, led by the Starks. So she will fight in the future... Dany sees here that she is burning them with fire, melting them and this rebel army overflowing the river against the water... Remember this part.

Arya and Sandor Scene

Now, when Sandor kidnaps Arya, he wants to take her across the river, but Arya doesn't know where she is. Just as Tyrion thought Jorah was taking him to Cersei, Arya thought Sandor was taking him to Cersei, and she thought the river she saw was the BLACK - WATER river, although she wasn't sure... of course there is a nice Arya-Tyrion parallel here too we have seen it... if we continue, when he saw the river, the sky was cloudy and it was raining; This, of course, made the river go wild. I will now interpret the chapter by quoting it bit by bit; of course, remember the dream that Dany had and look at what happened here.

When they reached the top of the ridge and saw the river, Sandor Clegane reined up hard and cursed.

The rain was falling from a black iron sky, pricking the green and brown torrent with ten thousand swords. It must be a mile across, Arya thought. The tops of half a hundred trees poked up out the swirling waters, their limbs clutching for the sky like the arms of drowning men. Thick mats of sodden leaves choked the shoreline, and farther out in the channel she glimpsed something pale and swollen, a deer or perhaps a dead horse, moving swiftly downstream. There was a sound too, a low rumble at the edge of hearing, like the sound a dog makes just before he growls.

The first thing that draws attention is the iron blackness of the sky... The fact that Arya thinks this place is BLACK water twice, both in this scene and later in the chapter, may be noteworthy as the emphasis on "black" because this is the green fork, the only thing that has anything to do with black is the sky... the pouring rain pierces the GREEN and BROWN stream with 10,000 swords... There are trees in the river too, their branches reaching to the sky look like the arms of drowning men, and mats of leaves choked the shoreline... Everyone knows that the leaves are green. We understand that the river is green fork with the "green" description, and the information that the town of Harroway is nearby is also given in the section, exactly on the green fork sides, even near Ruby Ford, like Crossroads Inn. So Sandor and Arya are trying to cross the Ruby Ford, just as Dany saw in her dream. As such, both the dream and this scene are happening same place; Green Fork, Ruby Ford.

The fact that the sky is black iron reminds us of Drogon, that the bones of dragons are black because of iron, and we can attribute the expression of the sky to the flying of dragons and attacking from the sky ( I might pushed this part too much). Therefore, the iron black sky becomes a somewhat meaningful description. From this sky comes 10,000 swords too... In this book, Dany had just bought 10,000 Unsullied. Aegon also has 10,000 men in the last book; Golden Company. In other words, an army of at least 10 thousand soldiers led by Dany comes here with her dragon and attacks Starks, northerens.

These 10,000 swords pierce this green river... ominous for the green dany; green symbolizes Dany's enemies... or, to be more precise, it's green side in Dance 2... You know that in the first Dance, the main parties were divided into greens and blacks; These colors were named as names because of the dresses the two queens wore in a tournament. Undoubtedly, what will happen in the 2nd dance will never, never happen same exacly, but they will be similar, a few common points; will be reflected. One of them is probably the separation of the sides into greens and blacks. Naturally, only the colors of the dragons can decide this; Since the black dragon is Dany's, Dany symbolizes the "black" side, which in this story coincides with the queen of the first dance anyway; We can think that Jon, who is expected to ride the green dragon, will also symbolize the green side. Remember my thread Jorah; Even Tyrion's eyes are black and green; a sign that he will switch sides. Of course, Aegon will probably take his side in this Dance 2 issue, I think it could be between 3 people, not two people, and there are signs about it (Like Tyrion's dream and Moqorro's Tyrion prophice)

The trees look like drowning men. Maybe it was a bit of a force, but I will make such a comment anyway. You know the connection between the beliefs of the Nords and the trees, the trees represent their beliefs. Green is already the symbol of the “nature” side; Remember my THREE HEADS thread... So it's only natural for Jon to represent the greens as the "balance" side(in battle of dawn).

Thus, the analogy of the treemen drowning in the river seems to fit almost exactly with the description of Dany's dream of coming from the sky with a dragon, setting the men in ice armor on fire, melting them into the river, and overflowing into the river, in other words, drowning. Already the river has overflowed and raged in Arya's scene, the waters have risen and even the town of Harroway has been submerged. So the river runs parallel to the scene, as Dany saw in her dream (Remember, a symbolic expression like the river's current was made by the author before the Red Wedding, I think he's doing the same thing).

Naturally, mats of sodden leaves choked the shoreline and appearing like a mats may be a situation that depicts these dying-drowning northern soldiers. Looks like Dany is dealing a heavy blow to the northerners so far. Or perhaps the opposite statement that these leaves “choke” the shoreline; it may be explaining that the northerners were crowded and perhaps they were superior to the enemy soldiers. I'm just trying to interpret it from every angle as possible, I'm not saying that this interpretation is final. There are dead deer or horses floating in the sea; Arya isn't sure which one it is. When I think of horse, Dothrak comes to mind, and when I say deer, naturally I think of Baratheon, the soldiers of the Stormlands. Maybe Dany and Aegon's forces have come together and an army of 10,000 has arrived, or rather will come, and will have Dothraki and Storm armies in it... You know that in book 6, Aegon took the Storm Castle, which is equivalent to same thing take all Stormlands.

These drowning animals inevitably give the impression that Dany's army will lose. Or at worst, both sides will suffer heavy losses. It is also true that, as I said before, Rhaegar had died here, and Dany saw herself as Rhaegar. Naturally, this dream of Dany and the possible foreshadowing narration in this scene of Arya; In fact, it may be Dany's last battle, we may have seen the moment she went to her death. Martin's assistants, I don't know why, think that Dany will be killed by Jon before the fight with the Others is over. On the other hand, I think that Dany will die with Jon and Arya act together. Continue the quote.

The oarsmen were rowing more vigorously now, fighting the rage of the river. Leaves and broken branches swirled past as fast as if they'd been fired from a scorpion.

There is a formal depiction of war here; anyway, the scene that tells about Arya and Sandor crossing to the north of the river is a battle scene in itself, you can see it very easily even when you read it yourself. The river is angry; leaves and broken branches seem to be “thrown by a scorpion”... The tree-green leaf depiction here and the rage of the river seem to symbolize the "northerns" because they were the ones who were drowned and died by the attack in the first place; This was the case in Dany's dream as well, and the river overflows with anger and attacks the enemy with all its might...

The word scorpion is also notable, this is the weapon you need to hunt a dragon. The leaves and tree branches symbolizing the northerners seem to have been thrown by the scorpion... So they are trying to kill the dragon. Remember that it was a scorpion that killed Meraxes.

But a sudden shout snapped her head about before she could leap. The ferrymen were rushing forward, poles in hand. For a moment she did not understand what was happening. Then she saw it: an uprooted tree, huge and dark, coming straight at them. A tangle of roots and limbs poked up out of the water as it came, like the reaching arms of a great kraken. The oarsmen were backing water frantically, trying to avoid a collision that could capsize them or stove their hull in. The old man had wrenched the rudder about, and the horse at the prow was swinging downstream, but too slowly. Glistening brown and black, the tree rushed toward them like a battering ram. It could not have been more than ten feet from their prow when two of the boatmen somehow caught it with their long poles. One snapped, and the long splintering craaaack made it sound as if the ferry were breaking up beneath them. But the second man managed to give the trunk a hard shove, just enough to deflect it away from them. The tree swept past the ferry with inches to spare, its branches scrabbling like claws against the horsehead. Only just when it seemed as if they were clear, one of the monster's upper limbs dealt them a glancing thump. The ferry seemed to shudder, and Arya slipped, landing painfully on one knee. The man with the broken pole was not so lucky. She heard him shout as he stumbled over the side. Then the raging brown water closed over him, and he was gone in the time it took Arya to climb back to her feet. One of the other boatmen snatched up a coil of rope, but there was no one to throw it to.

Yes, I think we just saw Euron Greyjoy's ship. Our sea monster called the Great kraken and the black-brown ship... although Euron's ship is dark red in hull but has black sails and a picture of a sea monster, he later started to use his own special crest. So it seems that Euron's naval power is also involved in the war. Remember; The Lord of White Harbor had also built at least 30-40 warships... Martin doesn't have those ships built as decorations. In summary; As I mentioned in Euron Ice or Fire, the King of the Iron Islands seems to have taken sides with Dany. The Valerions, who were already sea power in Dance 1, were on the side of the black queen, while the now powerful sea power is the Greyjoys, which belongs to Euron. They were already on the black side in the first Dance.

So in conclusion, with both Dany's dream and Arya's Green Fork "Ruby Ford" scene, the author told us about the Stark - Targaryen collision that will take place in the 7th book.

What are you thinking?

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Cooking prompt for ThunderGrace? I hope the finale doesn't fuck shit up!

:: throws hands out to the guard rails :: I THINK WE ARE OKAY? WE MADE IT? It REALLY feels like they haven’t signed Chantal to the next season officially yet and HOPEFULLY the only question is whether to rightfully upgrade her to a main cast member 😤

After Chantal said Grace was making phở for the surprise wedding, I had to lean into that for this prompt, and if you go back and look at the scene, there really are like vermicelli noodles and such sitting on the counter and i just 🥺

Spoilers for season finale ahead, plus the angstiest prompt ficlet thus far. Also it’s 2am and I adrenaline-typed this, sorry for errors!

Sitting on one of the breakfast bar stools, Anissa watched quietly as Grace tended to the stew she’d been nursing to life all day, from just beef bones and water to the heavenly-smelling broth filling the air now. It was a long, tedious process of waiting, skimming, and stirring, adding spices here and taking out the brisket there, and most astonishing to Anissa was that Grace did it all from memory, hardly stopping so much as to measure a single ingredient. Star anise, cloves, fennel, coriander, cinnamon... Anissa knew the long list well by now, too.

“It’s a shame we don’t have any fish sauce. Life under siege,” Grace would sigh, washing her hands between tasks.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to get star anise?” Anissa would joke back from her seat. “You can make it the right way for me, after all this.”

“As your wife.” Grace offered a smile that made Anissa feel more bulletproof than lungsful of air.

“As my wife,” confirmed Anissa, sliding a hand across the table. “I love you.”

Grace’s fingertips met hers on the cool surface, and the shapeshifter’s expression softened. “You sure you’re ready for what your parents will say?”

“Psh, after all this? Disapproval of my engagement is nothing, and besides—once they get to know you better, my family’s gonna love you, too. There’s no question.” Her gaze dropped to their hands as Grace pulled back, fingers slipping away from her as she peeked into the stockpot again. She looked so at ease, so... warm, confident. Anissa swallowed against the lump in her throat, thankful that Grace was focused on the phở and not her likely pained expression.

“Every family has their own recipe for this. My foster parents are the ones who taught me this,” Grace was saying, rueful. “But the fun thing about getting married is... we can have our own family recipe now. However the Pierces like it best, and it’ll be ours.”

Anissa’s heartbeat was picking up. She knew what was coming, and not just the words. “Pierce family phở, huh? In that case, I think you’re gonna wanna add extra pepper for Jen.”

Grace chuckled at that, brushing a loose curl from her eyes as she turned to look at her fiancé. As much as they’d been through, individually and together, Anissa never felt as sure, as safe in her reality, as when Grace Choi was smiling at her, whether a reluctant reaction to one of Anissa’s bad jokes, or the bright, sunlight warmth of right now, when she was thinking of their future together. Anissa would do anything to give that to her, to be able to visit Grace at the bar once again, walk through the park and go see movies on their days off. Those things had seemed so... quaint, at the time. But today, and for too many unknown days ahead, Anissa could only enjoy these hours, watching her wife-to-be tend to something she loved.

A knock on the door, Gambi arriving before the others, drew Grace’s attention, and Anissa closed her eyes as the kitchen blinked, green-black code replacing the oven, and Grace’s confused expression glitched along with it, almost like when she shifted between forms. But that wasn’t what this was.

“Anissa?” she asked, her voice tinny and far away, and Thunder’s heart grew heavy again. “Anissa, what’s happening?”

The world around them had nearly completely broken to pieces, but Anissa kept her eyes locked with Grace’s as she replied, “I love you, Grace. I love you.”

Seemingly endless blackness overtook her vision, and then Anissa was opening her eyes again, with TC’s face leaning close over her. He quickly leaned back, his eyes changing from neon green to his natural brown, and took a respectful step away as Anissa sat up on the medical bed.

“Anything new?” prompted the younger meta, gently.

“No. Not today.” Anissa swung her legs over the side of the bed, reaching up to the base of her skull to remove the sensor TC had designed for this exercise.

On the other side of the room, another bed held the prone form of the real Grace Choi, the one who wasn’t doing any smiling or cooking or announcing their engagement today. She’d shown no signs of recovery since the fight that left her in a coma, weeks ago, and Anissa was fighting to not lose faith. Where she had so genuinely thought she’d finally get to spend her nights and mornings with the woman she loved, instead Anissa had become accustomed to the low whirs and flashing lights of the machines that monitored her fiancé’s physical hold on the world of the living.

The longterm care facility was a nice operation, clean and with kindly enough staff, but it smelled like a hospital, like sickness, to Anissa. Nurses were regularly in and out of the room, adjusting Grace’s position to avoid bed sores and muscle atrophy, though Anissa would take over those duties whenever she could be there. Knowing what Grace had gone through as a child, it didn’t feel right to let strangers constantly handle her body, and no matter what was happening out in the rest of the world, Anissa took full responsibility to bathe her fiancé in a quiet, painstaking ritual that usually left Thunder feeling raw and near tears. It was such a far fall for the powerful shapeshifter who’d lifted her dinner table clear off the ground.

“She’s still there,” TC was saying. “We know she hasn’t gotten worse.”

Anissa nodded, offering him a quiet, but genuine ‘thank you’ before he left the room. TC’s modified brain stem connections let him step into Grace’s mind, similar to how he’d gone into Khalil’s, and he’d found that she was looping in the same broken memory of their last day together. No matter how much Anissa begged, pleaded, or explained, the dream-Grace wouldn’t wake up from it, and so instead, she’d learned to just play along. To relive that memory in peace, to have that modicum of Grace in her life, however long it would last. It was all she had, for now.

Ten minutes, or ten years, Lynn had said. Anissa would be there every day, would be asking every meta she came across at the boarding school or in other cities if they could help. She had made a promise, she had been the one to open the door to the next level of commitment... and like Jefferson Pierce and his father before him, Anissa Pierce’s word meant something in Freeland. She would never give up on Grace.