#tunes talks tale of crowns

[fellhellion]

i can and will kill myself

[fraugwinska]

I swear your stories make my heart skip beats❤️🩷❤️🩷 I need some soft spicy Alastor x Female Reader. Maybe a Morning After scenario with Alastor and the reader (waking up together, being soft and cute. Kisses and stuff and maybe a slight continuation of last night😏😏)

After the last stories I was EAGER to write your request, my dearest @alastor-simp. I've accepted my rank as fluff fairy, and I oh-so-love to write these cute, tender moments!!! Thank you for this ask, I hope I did it justice!

For the best experience, I suggest to listen to Ingrid Michaelson's "Love is', which I imagined the radio to play in the story (and listened to while I wrote it)

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We only have Forever

The birds in hell weren't like anything on earth – their songs were not sweet and melodic, but rather ominous and melancholic.

Which is why, when you were woken by an unusual, bright chirping sound, you thought for a split second you were alive again, waking up from an intense, unusually immersive dream.

You shifted, cheeks still pressed into the white, soft pillow and body messily wrapped in cotton sheets, too drowsy to realize that the chirp was not coming from birds, but the little, vintage radio that sat beside the bed in. It quietly came to life, the search for a channel resulting in high, pitchy squeaks and fuzzy static feedback. Which was always the tell-tale sign of a waking Alastor.

The arm around your waist twitched, causing you to sigh peacefully. Your lids fall close and you let it pull you back into the center of the bed, into a warm, waiting body - a soft chest, thinly covered in silky taupe fur that tickled your nose, an underlying, hearty scent of wood and vetiver and the familiar rhythm of another heart drumming against your ears.

You left your eyes closed, relying on the most comforting senses of touch, hear and feel, the latter came into use as the sensation of sleepy, light kisses on the crown of your head that caused your lips to pull into a blissful smile.

"Mornin' my buck."

"Good morning, my doe."

His voice was nothing more of a mumble, still lazy and half asleep, hoarse and slightly deeper than when up and about. When he finally seemed to have picked a radio station he liked, the room was filled with a soft, dreamy song which suited the very same ambiance that was present - happy, in love, slow, silent bliss. It was one of your favorites, and one of the few more modern ones Alastor tolerated.

He ran his slender fingers up your back and shoulders, through the disheveled masses of hair, stroking it gently with his sharp talons, scratching ever so lightly on the scalp. He pulled himself a little more forward, tangling his legs even more with yours in an effort to maximize the connection of your bodies and minimize the space that span between you.

"Hey, easy now or I'll think you're afraid I'll jump up and leave as soon as my eyes open." you teased playfully, as Alastor nuzzled his nose deep in your hair, taking in deep breaths, inhaling your scent and humming in content.

"I had hoped after all my efforts tonight you wouldn't be able to even if you tried, darling."

You flicked his ear in fake indignation, but chuckled and raked your fingers over his back in soft, tender streaks, your fingertips gliding over his spine and sides. He shivered under your touches and melted deeper into you. A rhythmic, shuffling sound joined in with the faint tune from the radio, and Alastor groaned when you purred in lofty pride.

"Damned, traitorous thing...", Alastor scowled, trying to evade the hand that reached for his wagging tail under the sheets.

"Don't you talk like that about my precious friend.", you cooed and caressed the plush fur on his lower back, scratching with nimble fingers close to the base of his tail, the very spot where he was extremely... responsive. Alastor just growled again, missing any angry or mad edge, his tail continuing to thump louder and even quicker and causing him to whine as he failed to stop its excited sway.

"It betrays me."

"No, it only tells me that you're happy."

Alastor tilts his head to brush his lips over your own, almost not touching, a tiny, bittersweet distance between his and your mouth.

"If it's that much more of a conservationist for you, maybe I should stop talking then."

With a faint, sighed chuckle he finally closed the agonizing gap, lips met lips in a slow and flowing embrace, moving almost at the tempo of the song, it's calming beat guiding the cadence and harmony of his kiss. You felt him smile, more relaxed and at ease that his usual signature grin, even though your eyes were closed shut in drowsiness and enjoyment. The slow, lazy, fullness of this morning's intimacy, of your bodies so closely pressed together in ruffled sheets while hell's sun was only slowly rising on the horizon, making out and embracing each other without the need to rush or be somewhere in another hour or so was a rare occasion and therefore worth savoring.

His hands traveled over your hips, up your waist to settle in a gentle, cradling grip around your neck, fingertips grazing the outer edges of the delicate bite mark still there as a reminder of the contrasting feverish passion you both shared last night. With Alastor - It was war and peace, in a circle - hard, unforgiving, passionate desire at the beginning of dusk, and soft, tender and sensual love at the break of dawn. A clash of burning flames and gentle streams, all on an even ground of equals.

You sensed the slight change in the mood, the licks over your parted lips with the warm tip of his tongue soon turned to be deep and demanding, less lazy and more eager movements from his tongue - exploring the insides of your mouth, playfully flicking yours and circling around and between your teeth. His large hand left it's spot in the crook of your neck and pulled on the base of you head, sinking his digits in the tuft of your hair. You moaned softly into the kiss, more of a wanton, sloppy sound rather than anything else and you started to grow flushed, your skin tingling pleasantly under every touch and lick and nibble.

You deeply enjoyed the roughness and depravity you shared in the nights, you really really did. But this, this was what you loved. It was when Alastor wasn't starved for you, endlessly hungry and hasty to devour you but when you were a well prepped meal, slowly cooked and seasoned with care and love that you felt the most powerful connection of your souls - his touches were careful and secure and when he held you in his arms like this, kissed and adorned you like that, every and any gesture or caress spoke so clearly the sentence he had captured your heart with - you are mine and only mine.

"You are saying an awful lot with that body language for someone who wanted to stop talking, my buck." Alastor laughed fondly at your husky breathed words, rolling you on top of him, sheets sticking to the planes of your bare bodies. You threw a leg over him to sit in a straddling position, your face a mere few inches above his as he rolled his hips and swayed your body against his growing length.

“That's the beauty of a loophole, my doe, for no spoken words could express me quite as honestly as this."

Alastor kissed you once more and, now grinning as devilishly as you were used to, let his hands find rest on your hips, ready to start one more of those heavenly nonverbal conversations before you both had to ready yourselves for the hellish world outside of your bedroom.

Again, thank you for suggesting this. And a big shoutout to @minkdelovely, who made my heart skip with her article on 'Pictures of you'. The fluff fairy had you in mind with this, too ;>)

[newcaptainofsquad9]

Being  Corlys’ Bastard Daughter in a  Secret Relationship with Rhaenyra Would Include...

I started writing this weeks ago and recently finished. Kinda went ham on it, sorry if it got too long! I’m also working on fics about this concept so stay tuned. Also spoilers for House of The Dragon up to episode 7, Driftmark. Hope ya’ll enjoy!

• You were Laenor and Laena’s half sister, since you were Corlys’ bastard daughter but you were legitimized in his eyes once you came into adulthood. 

• Rhaenys accepted you with open arms, seeing you as a daughter just as she saw Laena and Laenor as her children respectfully. 

• You didn’t care much for lady-like duties, choosing to chase behind Laenor and the other knights of your house to train in sword and shield. Corlys had his issues with it of course, but as long as you did what you could to keep up appearances, he was fine. Rhaenys was there to teach you all about being a lady, while sharing much of the fierceness a Targaryen could hold.

• Like Laenor, you had different tastes to what was expected of you. 

• You much preferred the company of the ladies of court as your father frequented Kings Landing as King Viserys’s master of ships. Being around other ladies of court wasn’t frown upon much, you were safe from rumors, unlike your brother Laenor, it was easy to navigate yourself through your specific tastes since close bonds between women of the court were common.

• It remained common as you could keep them, a few lingering smiles here and a few compliments there, until you met the crowned Princess herself, Rhaenyra Targaryen.

• She was betrothed to your brother Laenor but he didn’t see her like that, yet you did. The Princess noticed you, and complimented you accordingly:

“You’re just as pretty as your brother, Lady Y/N,” Rhaenyra said before kissing your hand. 

• Laenor may have been her betrothed, but Rhaenyra spent much time with you: listening of your tales amongst the sea with your father while Rhaenyra told you stories of dragons, even mentioning that she’d like to take you on the back of Syrax if you’d like to. 

• During Laenor and the Princess’s wedding, the both of you kept running into each other on the dance floor. Her eyes tracing your body as she moved from man to man, attention on the way the music took you. 

• Kept a close eye on you until the violence began, going straight towards you, keeping you safe through all of chaos. 

“I need to find my brother!” you said.

Rhaenyra shook her head, hands still holding yours. 

“I must protect you for him, my lady.”

• You knew you had feelings for the Princess after she married Laenor. The ten years away from her while she was in Kings Landing and you on Driftmark made you crave for her presence again. So you wrote to her, along with Laenor and Laena, respectively as she was in Essos. 

• Rhaenyra oft wrote back, telling of her children and how much she missed you. She detailed your beauty in her letters, joking about how she’d rather be the wife of another Velaryon than your brother.

• You gushed at the letter once it got to you, thinking over a fortnight of what to say back to the Princess. It was treason and down right wrong to think of Rhaenyra in a nonplatonic way yet the Princess’s words drew you with so much tenderness inside. 

• Rhaenyra’s letters kept arriving, wondering when you’d get back to her: both physically and by letter. You didn’t mean to leave her in the dark, but after hearing about her relations with Harwin and how she adored him saddened you. You wished to be the sole love she adored.

 • You didn’t write her back until Laena’s death, pouring out everything you thought for her and the hate you felt for Laena going off with Daemon to Pentos, for making Rhaenys a wreck and making your father quiet, so much so that he didn’t talk much until the funeral. 

• You and Laena weren’t the closest, yet she always made an effort to understand you the most, boasting that the blood of old Valyria was still strong in you, whether you weren’t full Velaryon or not. She never looked down or joked about your preferences, encouraging it along with Laenor.

• Laenor took Laena’s death the hardest though. You tried sticking by his side during the funeral, trying not to crack under your uncle Vaemond’s words of Velaryon blood, glancing at Rhaenyra’s own boys and you. It made it hard for you to handle your grief when anger bubbled inside, forcing you to clutch your hands tightly that red nail marks carved at your palms.  

• Rhaenyra noticed however, prompting her youngest son there, Lucerys to comfort you in some way. The boy reluctantly looked to his mother, than to you before bounding over (thanks to a stern, yet easygoing nod from Rhaenyra) and taking one of your clasped hands into his tiny one. 

• Your wall of rage tumbled just a bit, breaking your intense focus to see your nephew staring with wide eyes, steady and ready to bolt back to his mother and father if things grew awry. All you wanted was some one there who understood your pain, your rage, your heartbreak. You knew of the rumors, you may have been away from court but the gossip always ran throughout the seven kingdoms. The words bastard and Strong thrown around carelessly of Rhaenyra’s boys so much so that you felt terrible for them or even considering the truth that they weren’t Laenor’s boys.  

•Whether they truly had the “saltiest and thickest Velaryon blood” didn’t matter, even though  you were a Velaryon in Corlys’ eyes, yet in other members of the house’s eyes you were still the Sea Snake’s bastard daughter. A title you could never escape from. You didn’t know what Lucerys went though but you held his hand anyway, pulling him close for a hug. You may not know what the boy went through but it had to be something similar to your own strive.

•The boy hesitated but returned it immediately, clutching onto you for the rest of your uncle’s speech. You felt loved, you may have only met your nephew but you could tell Rhaenyra and Laenor loved and raised him decently so far. 

“I-Is aunt Y/N all right?” Jacaerys asked as he approached you and Luke, holding his mother and father’s hands. 

Luke glanced up at you expectantly, hugging into your side, as if asking his brother’s question a second time.

“Y-Yeah,” you said. Your voice rough but you tried your best in sounding all right. “T-Thank you for worrying about me, boys.”

Rhaenyra met your eye as you ruffled the boys’ hair, totally not buying your words at all. 

“Laenor, take the boys to bed, please?” Rhaenyra said. She patted your brother’s arm before continuing. “I’ll be along shortly.”

Laenor seemed just as worn out as you, doing what his wife told was simple yet he still was rather sluggish in taking Jace and Luke’s hands, leaving you and Rhaenyra alone. 

 • Rhaenyra drew closer and like her son, she was cautious of touching you. 

“Alicent, and her father have been watching me,” she said as she glanced past and beyond you discreetly. “Walk with me to the beach?”

“Have I some how entered your circle of rumors, Princess?” you said.

Rhaenyra smiled weakly. “Something like that, my lady.”

  • Once you walked enough of the beach and nightfall began to cover you both thanks to the decline of the sun, Rheanyra took you into her arms, wrapping you close by the waist.

• Her touch. Finally feeling her skin, her warmth for over ten years made the emotions bubble up in you yet again as tears flowed from you. 

“I’m here,” Rhaenyra whispered. She pressed a hand to the back of your head. “I-I’m so sorry, Y/N”

You held onto her, crying into her chest, babbling about everything you held against you for the past ten years.

“I-I don’t know what to do,” you sobbed. “With Laenor being your king consort and Laena dead, I possibly couldn’t be Lady of Driftmark or Lady of the Tides as a--”

Rhaenyra took your face before you could even say the word bastard. Through your tear stained eyes you saw her own crestfallen expression, water clinging to her own eyes. 

“You are a true Velaryon,” Rhaenyra declared. “It may not be official but I promise as queen you will be. It will be my first act.”

• The Princess then kissed you, hard, fierce and fiery as kissing a Targaryen should be. You shivered in her arms thanks to the brisk air Driftmark held, especially close to the sea as night continued to crawl through the final peaks of sun.   

  • Rhaenyra’s hands traveled over your waist, holding you as if you’d sail away at any moment, ship off for another ten years. 

“Come with me, us to Dragonstone,” Rhaenyra said. Desperation written on her face as she panted from your previous make out. “Be my lady in waiting, my sworn sword, I don’t care I-I just need you with me!”

The words “sworn sword” hit you in a sour way. 

“Like your former? He’s replaceable? W-Would I be?” you said.

Rhaenyra’s grip on your sides grew rough; you gasped at the slight pinch in pain as she pulled you to be inches from her lips again. 

“I loved Harwin, he can never be replaced,” she said, solidifying your worries. “But he isn’t you. A-And what I feel for you isn’t quite the same as I had with him.”

You shook your head, speaking the truth of the rumors. 

“You’d have children with me?” you said. “I-If we could?”

“I would and more, you’d be my Queen consort instead of your brother,” the Princess responded cheekily.   

• The both of you shared more kisses, along with touches that lingered. Rhaenyra wanted to go further, you both did but the lost of loved ones sought you both against it for now. 

• When you both found Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena bloodied from their scuffle with Aemond, you immediately formed a shield around all your nieces and nephews with Corlys, Rhaenys and Rhaenyra. 

• Luke clung to you instantly as Alicent tried attacking the boy, almost cutting you if Rhaenyra didn’t stop the mad Queen first. 

  • When Alicent cut Rhaenyra, you were at the Princess’s side but not before Luke scurried to her left, you to her right. You held her as she bled, immediately calling for a maester for not only Rhaenyra’s wounds but for that of your nephews and nieces as well. 

• You stayed by her side as the maesters stitched her arm. Luke clung to you again, asking his mother if she was all right while Jace held your other hand. Rhaenyra reassured him with a kiss on the forehead before doing the same to Jace. 

“You boys have cause a lot of trouble tonight. Now go off to bed, for real this time,” Rhaenyra said. 

Her boys did what they were told but not before hugging Rhaenyra then you as well. 

• Rhaenyra began to notice how much her boys got attached to you, especially Luke and deemed you as a second mother to them after your permanent stay on Dragonstone, and having them squire under you and Laenor.

• You became a quasi mentor to your nephew Luke, since he’d inherit Driftmark as Lord of the Tides. Of course he had trouble getting seasick but you still reassured him that he’d make a fine Lord of the Tides and helped him during short sea trips from Dragonstone to Kingslanding to help him adjust to life on the sea. 

• Rhaenyra would always fly over with Syrax to ensure that the both of you arrived and departed safely. 

• She always welcomed you with a tight embrace, checking over you as soon as she was done ensuring Luke was in one piece. 

•  Rhaenyra always found time to be alone with you, always thanking you for being amazing with her boys and always made sure you felt all right here with this family she cultivated on Dragonstone. 

“I hope you feel a part of this family as much as I believe you are,” Rhaenyra said while she held your hand. She cuddled next to you while she played with the braids of your silver hair. “Have ever I told you how beautiful your hair is?” 

You grew sheepish at her words, especially at the mention of being her family, finally a part of her life and finally able to be with her. 

“You really see me as your family?” you said as you tucked yourself against her chest. “What does that make me? Secret lover to the heir apparent?”

Rhaenyra shook her head and gave you a deep kiss. 

“You will be my only sole lover, Y/N Velaryon, a true Lady of Driftmark right next to the Queen of the seven kingdoms.”    

[thebadboyfanclub]

A Risk Taker (Daemon x Reader)

This is my first time writing something like this which was challenging but very entertaining, also I left a little detail that I really hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think by commenting. Enjoy!

“And right over here we have the iron throne, historians reported that it was created by hot steel and its rightful place was in what we now know as London, over here we have-“

(Y/n) stood dumbfounded at the sight of the throne in a result she tuned out what the woman was saying or explaining. She was in amazement at it, it was entirely made of swords, she came to wonder who came up with the idea of such a thing, who was the first to sit upon it, and who was the last. So many questions raced through her brain as she instinctively took a few steps to approach it.

(Y/n) was always interested in what historians call “the time of dragons” Some say it is just silly little stories or just tales of the church that wished to demonize the time before Christ.

“Miss you can’t touch that”

Before the security guard could stop her (y/n)s fingers grazed over the arm of the chair, goosebumps went over her entire body before she gripped it firmly and then everything went black.

“A witch! Protect the king! Disarm her”

“What?”

Before she could react or comprehend what was going on around her someone forced her hands behind her back earning a grunt from her.

“Ouch you asshole let me go”

“How dare you command anything you Bitch let go! I swear to god if I fucking bruise”

“Ser Criston, the lady is clearly in distress and pain, I believe it is best if you release her”

“Yeah that, manners much?”

Daemon had to refrain from laughing at her odd way of phrasing her thoughts. Everyone was on edge at someone that just simply appeared in front of the king and the iron throne just from thin air, her clothing was something no one had ever seen and her face was painted, Daemon carefully walked up the stairs who was rubbing her wrists to relieve herself from the discomfort.

“It is alright my lady, I am Prince Daemon of house Targaryen and you are?”

(Y/n) looked around the room, everyone was dressed in posh clothing that was decorating the museum hours ago and the man that was standing in front of her was the same person that she saw from the portrait when she walked in, also he resembled a lot the actor that played prince Philip at “the crown”.

“I… am (y/n) of house…. (Y/l/n) I guess”

“There is no such thing as house (y/l/n) she is lying, we must throw her in the dungeons”

“I fucking dare you”

“You will do no such thing Ser Criston, the lady isn’t dangerous, she is just as puzzled as we are, do you remember anything before this my lady?”

“I was visiting the Museum of Old England, I believe you guys call it Westeros”

“What was the year?”

“2023”

“So you mean to tell us all this just turns to…”

“History, books and movies”

“What are movies?”

“How do I explain, there is a machine that captures a scene like this for example and then it plays for an audience, like theatre but not really”

“The girl is in hysteria and probably lying, we cannot believe her words and prophecies stand true”

(Y/n) turned her head to eye the man that was talking, a man in his mid-40s she guessed that was dressed in all green and had a little pin with a golden hand, her eyes lit up at the realization of who this man was, and her mind could not comprehend what was going on yet she desperately wanted to prove herself she was being honest, probably because her life was at risk.

“Otto Hightower”

“How do you know my name?”

“Oh I know a lot about you, you served the king, and has the king already married your daughter Alicent? Or is Aemma still alive?”

Silence fell over everyone, and looks of concern were being exchanged amongst the people, the lady that spoke knew everything about everyone, there was no way she could create the clothing she was wearing or whatever was on her face, could it be that she was actually from the future?

Frantically (y/n) started to search in her pockets for anything until she thankfully found her phone, she held it up in triumph before she pressed the button to open her screen

“There, see! I have pictures of the stuff that you use! Here is a portrait of one of my favorites from your family, Rhaenyra”

“Me?”

(Y/n)s eyes laid upon the young Targaryen, god the casting of her movie did such a great job the actress looked like the girl that was standing in front of her. (Y/n) smiled brightly at the princess before she took an awkward bow to the princess making her stumble on her way up.

“Princess Rhaenyra, an Oh my gosh pleasure to meet you, huge fan by the way, have you married Laenor yet?”

“We are betrothed”

“Well that is surely something ummm, excuse my weird stance but I feel like I will piss on myself from anxiety”

“Mayhaps it would be best if the princess escorted the young lady to one of the chambers, and found something more appropriate for her to wear”

Daemon chimed in, to save the poor lady from embarrassing herself or worst passing out in front of them. (Y/n) who grew self-conscious of her looks rubbed the material of her jeans as she looked down at her outfit, it was pretty stylish for a museum who would have known to dress appropriately for teleporting?

“These are my nice jeans”

“Ladies wear this?”

“Yes Otto they do, ladies also have rights which is a concept you would surely hate”

(Y/n) could feel her heart beat fast at the realization that all eyes are on her, she was someone that no one could vouch for, a girl that just stood there with no background, no title, they could behead her before the sun goes down and then what? Is death the way to go back? Or would she just die and leave everything behind?

She turned to the king to approach him once again, she swallowed the lump in her throat whilst she kneeled in a sign of respect, the instinct of survival had started to make her entire body shake at the fear of the unknown, she must come out of this unharmed.

“King Viserys, I am as shocked as you are still I ask for just some time, I can show you that I speak in all transparency, I can help you, use my knowledge to your advantage until I find a way to go home”

-

(Y/n) had become King Visery's closest advisor they were a good handful of times that Viserys specifically summoned her, he was always infatuated with dreamers so to have a woman with such power was his biggest asset.

Otto was naturally displeased and somewhat furious at her demeanor, her entire personality was just baffling to him, (y/n) interrupted him whenever he tried to offer his piece of mind to the king, (y/n) had taken away the power he had worked tirelessly to create.

(Y/n) was now lady (y/n), alongside Rhaenyra had to earn a seat at the small council which of course Queen Alicent had as well, (y/n) would of course try to stir Viserys in the right direction however a dilemma stuck in her consciousness like a thorn, she was well aware of how this would go, the dance of dragons, the war that will kick off in a few years, the hatred that was brewing between the greens and blacks, the burden fell on her chest like a pile of bricks, if she were to twist the future would the entire world become something different? Or would she save a thousand lives?

They were times that (y/n) could not have foreseen an event, Rhaenyras tragic wedding feast for example did not quite describe the death of a man, even if it did (y/n) could not have prevented it from occurring mind the fact that she was rather busy, Daemon had asked to have a minute… alone with Lady (y/n).

Daemon was always intrigued by her presence, her sharp tongue, and her reluctance to step back when it comes to an argument, she had the fire of a dragon in her, to Daemon it was evidently clear specifically when she was bare, she had confidence, experience, shameless passion, her touch did not tremble nor did she question herself, she took the reigns from him and showed him how they do it in her time.

“Lady (y/n) can I ask you a question?”

“Of course my prince”

“Father says you know the future, will I get a dragon?”

(Y/n) froze, on the morrow of Laenas funeral what would be the odds for meek Aemond to ask such a question? Today is the grim day that Aemond would lose his eye in a squabble between him and his nephews.

All color drained from (y/n)s face although she desperately attempted to keep her composure in front of an impatient Aemond who was looking up at her with eyes full of hope, all he ever wanted was to fit in, to have what everyone else had, though the cost he must pay was a rather painful one. (Y/n) reached to caress the young prince’s soft cheek and create a circle with her thumb on his soft skin.

“You will, my prince, speaking of such how would you like for us to go for a walk later? I would love to speak to you about it”

“Thank you, lady (y/n), I will be waiting for you”

“Promise me you will wait before you go anywhere”

“I promise”

“Pinky swear?”

“What?”

“It’s a tradition from my childhood, just hook your pinky to mine, like so”

Aemonds pinky intertwined with (y/n)s who was smiling brightly at him, she could not let the poor boy lose his eye over a dumb argument between children, all of the families fought but when you add dragons into the mix it can get messy extremely quick.

“May I ask what is this odd choice of a handshake about?”

“Well Otto it is something from my home, know there is where women can show cleavage and their legs and fathers do not marry their daughters to men that are twice their age”

“Yes you have been rather descriptive of the shameful customs your people hold”

“I know, a woman having an orgasm must be such a baffling concept to you or is it the fact that some of us do not wish to have children and there are actually safe ways of protecting us from conceiving that disgusts you?”

“Hold your tongue in front of the prince”

“You do not command me and you do not scare me, Otto, so I suggest you back off and let me be”

“Lady (y/n), may I have a moment alone with you?”

Daemon interrupted the conversation that was getting quite heated, to be discussing with such temper in public was something that was out of character for Otto but there was just something about her that pushed him beyond himself, to vocally express the urge of sexual desires and taunt it so freely, Parading her flesh like a succubus, no Otto refused to give in.

“Of course, my prince, remember our promise sweetling”

She whispered to Aemond before she raffled his head and winked at him playfully, all of the playfulness was gone when she diverted her eyes to Otto, a frown swiftly appeared as she eyed him from head to toe with utter disgust.

“Asshole”

She hissed making Prince Daemon choke on his laugh from being taken by surprise by her choice of words. (Y/n) walked with Daemon side by side but in utter silence, she just silently followed him waiting for Daemon to let her know what he wished to say in private.

She did as such until they reached the shore, her patience had run thin and her shoes were filled with sand, she just plopped down and took off the shoes to properly feel the sand and enjoyed the sensation of direct contact with nature.

“What is it Daemon, spit it out”

“I thought you would be gone by now”

“So did I but I have yet to figure out the way to go home”

“Perhaps you are not supposed to go home”

“Daemon we have discussed this”

“I left because you send me away, even then I send for you, asked for you and you denied me”

“I had a reason and you were married”

“You send me away”

“Are we going to reminisce about what I did the night we fucked at Laenas funeral?”

Daemon came to a halt at her question. Nobody was more embarrassed by his neediness than him, Daemon was a good-looking man and a prince, he never had any trouble with a lady he yearned for, except (y/n).

After the exceptional time they had together he could still vividly describe how she patted him on the shoulder and told him that she should walk into the feast first so they don’t look suspicious, the coldness in her voice after such a steamy affair left him with countless questions.

Daemon sat next to her and just stared at the horizon, he wanted to hug her, tell her how much he missed her, confess to her exactly the amount of letters he had to send asking about her, (y/n) made him feel weak.

“I wanted to come, I often yearned to relive our moment but I cannot offer what you are craving. I could leave at any time just like a came”

“I have always been a risk taker”

“Your end goal is marriage Daemon, I understand that my age here means I am an old maid but where I grew up I am young, I do not wish to be wed nor have children and you do”

“I have children”

“And I am sure you love them and you love being a father because that is who you are, I am simply not”

“Isn’t this lovely, you have me all figured out”

Daemon spitted with sadness dripping at every word, he could not say that she did not have a point, still, at the end of the day he wanted her, he wanted to burn himself alive in her fire just to feel her warmth.

Daemon got up to leave when he was forced to stop by someone holding him by the wrist, once he looked back to find (y/n) on her feet and had latched her fingers on his wrist.

“Daemon don’t be like this”

“Well, what do you suggest then?”

(Y/n) did not know what to say for the first time in forever, she acted on instinct when she hugged him, her head went on his chest and his heartbeat was picking up at the beat that caused a smile to decorate her lips. Daemon hesitated though he gave in and pulled her tightly.

“This is not fair, you are playing dirty”

“I never had you for a man that is afraid to get in the mud”

They both giggled and (y/n) lifted her head to take a proper look at the prince who was smiling down at her. His index finger and thumb found their way to her chin, after all these years she had frozen in time, still as breathtaking and agitating as he left her.

Daemon was taking too long for her liking so she took initiative and collided her lips to his while being on her toes which did not last long since Daemon was always quick on his feet and pulled her up for her to wrap her legs around his torso, both of them moaned in each other's mouths from the anticipation, Daemon could feel the harsh licks of her fire surrounding him an experience that was so sweet yet deadly.

Daemon made the mistake of laying her on her back which only resorted in (y/n) putting her entire weight on her legs to flip him over in an instant, she never really liked allowing someone to lay on top of her.

Their movements were messy and rushed, and both of them could not contain themselves, they wanted to see one another naked, feel their skin bare as they caressed one another, her moans were animalistic, and the way she moved was like a conqueror that raced into a battle, Daemon was left defenseless and became a mere puppet to her game of sex, he did not complain of course this was what he loved about her, this was (y/n)s favorite part of sex, the feeling of it, the urge of it, the realization that you want someone’s body, that it’s yours for the taking.

Daemon gripped her hips so harshly that he left marks behind, secretly he thought that he was being greedy by being the only one to experience such a show, (y/n) at her natural habitat, what a foolish fantasy, to have an audience in their beddings, he shoved that idea at the very back of his head when it dawned on him that other men would see her naked, would listen to her moans, they would know her magic.

Daemon was utterly unaware that his fantasy was becoming reality at this very moment, both of them blinded by passion to the point that none of them looked around, they focused on each other's eyes, the eyes that whispered everything that was left unsaid between them.

Once their connection came to its very peak (y/n) left her body to lay on top of his as she desperately worked to catch her breath, it was then that a man dressed in green decided to leave the scenery, a man that had spied on them and had frozen to his spot at the sight that had unfolded in front of him had come out of his trance to scatter away before he gets discovered.

“Was it worth waiting all these years?”

“Definitely”

(Y/n) placed another kiss on Daemon's lips at his answer, his strong body was the best bed after such an intense workout, her legs had already started to shake and she imagined this is what it felt like riding a dragon for hours on end.

The world is funny because when (y/n) went to vocalize her thought she heard a dragon approaching, once she fixed her focus on the sky she could see the humungous dragon that was heading back to land, its size was frightening, she could not remember which one was it, it wasn’t syrax and not Vermax, who could be riding at the such hour?

“Someone claimed Vhagar”

“Oh no, oh shit, fuck no”

Requests are open!

[iseethatimicy]

Heartslabyul's Surpise Birthday Party

Notes: I initially wrote this for my mutual's brithday, then forgot about the fic and now I'm uploading this days after their birthday😭😭 Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover and Cater Diamond Prompt: It's your Birthday!

Fresh red roses picked from Heartslabyul's garden were laid out on the brown wooden desk. The crimson-haired boy hums a tune as he wrapped the flowers into a silk white bouquet, while a small rotund plush makes its own little bouquet as a way to compete against its human self.

Decorations were held up in the lounge, small whispers crowded the room as the students talked to one another. The green-haired man placed the cake on the table, careful not to spill and ruin his precious hard work. It was a vanilla white cake decorated with velvet red roses. The base had a diamond pattern, with the Housewarden’s Coffin Crest in the middle. The second layer looked as if it had a golden cage placed on top, with a cookie shaped as the Heartslabyul Dorm Crest placed on the side. At the very top was a chocolate statue of Riddle’s tsum tsum, with a happy expression on its face.

“Do I look alright? Is my hair messed up?” The crimson haired man spoke in worry as he held the bouquet of Roses in his hands. On the other hand the cheeky ginger-haired spoke in a cheery tone “So magicammable! It’s giving The Charming Prince from the fairy tales.” He spoke as he placed the small, golden crown on the other’s head, then fixing his collar. “Matching lover rings? Check! Red rose bouquet? Check! Our housewarden’s adorbs face? Check!” Cater chuckled, placing his phone back into his pocket.

The rotund tsum however, glares in jealousy. Its bluish gray eyes staring down at him, before hopping away to its small gift box. “Oh what a cute entrance, once the dorm shouts “Surprise!”, the charming Housewarden kneels down with his bouquet in hands!” Cater giggles away, fixing the crimson-haired one’s black cape. Riddle placed his bouquet down on his desk, before looking at the velvet-red present box wrapped neatly with a golden ribbon. Thoughts raced around his mind, “What if (Name) doesn’t like it? What if they laugh at it? What if they-” His thoughts were cut off as the Vice Housewarden walked into the room. “Riddle-san, They’re coming to the dorm. Everyone’s prepared in their hiding spots.” Trey spoke, reminding the two of (Name)’s arrival and the surprise plan.

Riddle’s eyes widened as he stood up. As they approached the dormitory lounge, the lights were off as the students kept hidden in their positions. You were on your way to Heartslabyul’s Dorm building, the sounds of talking students and roses being painted over were gone, being deadly silent for such a busy dorm. Through the windows you noticed every single light was off, leaving only the dark, shadowy image of the once illuminated and vibrant hallways. There was a discreet bouncing noise right behind Heartslabyul’s Dark-green tinted glass doors, as if something was hurriedly looking for a place to hide.

“Hellooo? Is someone here???” You ask as you push open the doors, entering the Main Dormitory building. As expected, no response was heard except for another bouncing sound leading to the lounge. You scrambled to navigate your way into the dark, following the sound of something round hopping up and down. “Goodness, It’s so dark I thought I was back in Ramshackle..” You mumble underneath your breath as you touch the walls whilst you walk in the shadowy dark. Your eyes looked down to see dim light illuminated underneath the cracks of the door, before gripping the cold, golden-colored handle of a door. WIthout further ado you pushed it open.

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PREFECT!”

The loud cheers of the Heartslabyul dorm’s students filled the room. You were shocked, yet overjoyed. The crimson-haired Housewarden kneeled down to you, before whipping out a fancy bouquet of fresh red roses wrapped neatly with silky white wrapping paper and tied together with a red and gold-colored bow. It was going well until he felt something round jump on his head. The tsum squealed, holding out its own bouquet of roses while Riddle’s head was kept low. You looked dumbfounded at first, before giggling at the tsum trying to impress you.

The green-haired man only sighed, before helping Riddle up and guide you to the table where your cake was on. The room bustled with joy as the students talked to one another, It was a blast at Heartslabyul.

(Cake for reference, original post link)

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[sitp-recs]

Anime Recs Pt 3

Hello hello! I’ve been sick on and off this month and had a blast revisiting my fave anime for this rec series. Following the queer friendly list and the sports anime list, I finally bring a selection of BL (boys love) titles. Most are Japanese 🇯🇵 except for Mignon 🇰🇷 and Tian Guan Ci Fu 🇨🇳 I’m not gonna lie, there’s a fair amount of adult themes and hardcore angst here, but you’ll also find sweet romance and a couple coming-of-age stories. One of my favorites from this list - Ai No Kusabi - is an old classic (I recommend the 1992 OVA series over the 2012 remake) and the quality is not the best, but all other shows are pretty recent and can be found online or on Crunchyroll. I initially planned for this to be my third and final rec list, but I got a few additional recs in the action/fantasy genre for a potential new list, if anyone’s interested? Stay tuned!

1. Ai no Kusabi (dystopian, tragedy)

Summary: This futuristic tale is set in a world ruled by a super computer Jupiter, where its cyborg creations, the Elites, rule over the human populace. Iason Mink, a high-class "Blondy" elite from the capital runs into Riki, a "Mongrel" from the slums, and makes him his "Pet". As Riki learns of the dangers Iason faces by keeping him, he finds himself developing feelings for his master.

2. Banana Fish (mafia, tragedy)

Summary: Set primarily in New York City in the 1980s, the series follows street gang leader Ash Lynx as he uncovers a criminal conspiracy involving "banana fish", a mysterious drug that brainwashes its users. In the course of his investigation he encounters Eiji Okumura, a Japanese photographer's assistant with whom he forms a close bond.

3. Doukyuusei (movie - school, romance)

Summary: Rihito Sajo, an honor student with a perfect score on the entrance exam and Hikaru Kusakabe, in a band and popular among girls, would have never crossed paths. Until one day they started talking at the practice for their school’s upcoming chorus festival.

4. Given (school, music)

Summary: High schooler Ritsuka Uenoyama is the guitarist for a band composed of himself, bassist Haruki Nakayama, and drummer Akihiko Kaji. He becomes a reluctant guitar teacher to Mafuyu Satō, a shy classmate, after repairing the broken strings on Mafuyu's Gibson ES-330. See also: Given movie.

5. Mignon (short series - vampire romance + the hottest smut you’ll see today!!!!🥵)

Summary: Centered on BL Vampire themes, the story portrays Mignon, an underground fighter in love with his doctor, who is coincidentally a vampire. The doctor's revelation triggers complications as their relationship unfolds.

6. Saezuru Tori Wa Habatakanai | Twittering Birds Never Fly (movie - mafia, drama)

Summary: The sexually masochistic yakuza boss, Yashiro, isn't the type to warm up to others easily. But when Chikara Doumeki, his newly hired bodyguard, catches his interest, he reconsiders his "hands-off" policy with subordinates. See also the side story: Don’t Stay Gold.

7. Sasaki and Miyano (school, romance)

Summary: Shy and easily flustered Miyano harbors an embarrassing secret - he is a "fudanshi", a boy who likes boys' love manga. Intrigued, the clueless delinquent Sasaki requests to borrow one, marking a shift in their strange dynamic.

8. Tiān Guān Cì Fú | Heaven’s Official Blessing (romance)

Summary: Crown Prince Xie Lian ascends to the heavens for the third time as the laughing stock among all three realms. On his first task, he meets a mysterious ghost who rules the ghosts and terrifies the heavens, yet, unbeknownst to Xie Lian, this ghost king has been paying attention to him for a very, very long time.

9. Umibe No Étranger (movie - romance)

Summary: On an island off the coast of Okinawa, two young men meet on a beach. Shun Hashimoto is gay and aspires to be a novelist. He is interested in Mio Chibana, a somber high school student, and starts to flirt with him. Day by day, the two of them grow closer, but then, suddenly, Mio decides to leave the island.

10. Yuri!!! On ICE (sports, romance)

Summary: Japanese figure skater Yuri Katsuki faces a crushing defeat during the Grand Prix finals and heads home, unsure of whether or not he wishes to continue his skating career. After a video of Yuri mimicking Russian figure skater Victor Nikiforov's routine goes viral, Victor decided to become Yuri's coach, much to the dismay of his coach, his fans, and his fellow Russian skater Yuri Plisetsky.

[doodle-pops]

Erestor's Ideal Date

Request: Would you be able to do what Erestor's ideal date would be? Thank you 😘 - Anon

A/N: I absolutely can! Glad to fulfil this request for you. Enjoy!

𑁍 As someone who doesn’t appreciate rowdy places and prefers to be left alone in the confinements of tranquil locations, places like the library, a meadow or the hilltop would be excellent locations for a quiet date.

𑁍 There are days when your dates will be held indoors, either locked away in the furthest corner of the library beside a window and lounging on the sofa. A few books surrounding you both while you listen to him cast his spell and enchant you as he reads.

𑁍 His little peaceful haven, away from the noisy world but still within the confinements of his comfort zone. Though, you would sometimes beg him to escape the library and breath some fresh air.

𑁍 So long as no one is nearby or making it their business to obstruct your private time, Erestor is quite comfortable being outdoors and one with nature. A little picnic is the perfect way to display a serene date with him.

𑁍 Have some fruits, finger foods and snacks along with a favourite book or two of his and simply enjoy the peace and quiet among each other. Not to worry, he knows that it’s a date you prepared, hence, he will make the effort to engage in hearty communication.

𑁍 It will start off with small talks about his day and how his work for Lord Elrond had progressed or any new projects he had upcoming. Perhaps his annoyance with people he’s encountered during the week or month gone by.

𑁍 Having a date with Erestor is also a moment when he’s at his most relaxed state to rant and express all the overwhelming emotions he might have kept bubbled up. Consider yourself as his therapist, but not one who solves his problems, the one that lends their ear and shoulder.

𑁍 At the same time, he doesn’t want the entire date to be filled with him complaining about people, especially after all the time and effort you placed into arranging a day for you and him to get away from the hectic life.

𑁍 Erestor would prefer if all your dates were scheduled in the evening period, coming closer to nightfall so he can observe the stars alongside you—yes, he can be romantic. Either of you will be pressed against each other, whether lying on the blanket or against a tree, observing the constellations.

𑁍 He’ll engage in a small lecture, giving you a short insight into the creation of the stars and their meanings if you hadn’t known. Should you know the history of the stars, then it’s mostly him admiring them.

𑁍 A few poems might get created on the spot and some comparisons between you and the creations would get blurted out. You can choose at this moment to thank him with a kiss or a flower crown you were busy making earlier, or both. Either way, Erestor would blush and respond with gratitude.

𑁍 Sometimes, your evenings would be spent with him reading a tale or creating new stories off the top of his head. He might not be eagerly into singing as the others, but you can both engage in a soft tune. Most likely, he would recite a poem and you would set the ambience with your instruments.

𑁍 Should you be lucky, a small dance coming closer to the end could possibly occur so long as Erestor is in the mood to get off his feet and twirl about the grass. He might huff or grumble a bit, but of course, he will bend to your wishes.

𑁍 This day was planned for you both to relax and bask in the pleasures of tranquillity, one little dance would not hurt or ruin his day. In fact, it would add an extra spark of brightness to end his date. Something he would write into a poem or book.

𑁍 Throughout the day, you would hear his tone of voice lightening as the weight of stress vanishes. Not entirely chirpy, but with a smile on the corners of his mouth and some light in his eyes.

𑁍 You can expect a kiss as the date comes to an end, his silent way of expressing his gratitude.

Masterlist

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[goblinchivalry]

Summary of Oren Cohen’s Neverafter Interview with Brennan Lee Mulligan

The full interview is available on YouTube here! Brennan talks with Oren about just how scary this season is, how the cast and crew stayed genre-savvy and more.

“Fear not. Except in very small moments where we would ask you to fear.” Brennan Lee Mulligan about Dimension 20: Neverafter

This season is still very much seven people telling a story, and it won’t be abandoning comedy for horror. Brennan doesn’t want people to be nervous about that, though the fact people brings him a little bit of villainous delight. Dimension 20 is still first and foremost a comedy show, and this season honors all of the genres in this horror fairy tale mashup.

There’s gonna be a scene Brennan will definitely jump out of your laptop screen at you, The Ring-style and shout “Roll for Initiative!!!”. There will be scary moments, but they will be in the spirit of making entertainment and not trying to antagonize people.

One way Brennan and the players prepared to tell a horror story was by trying to invest in a richness of character that firmly puts them in a certain type of horror, that being one that a ~20 episode series could sustain. This meant going beyond just the external-facing, primal horror of something like a slasher flick and looking towards internal-facing horror such as the horrifying _aspects _of how people react/respond to horror, and relationships to the unsettlingness of this “freaky world”.

“There are some moments of actual “fright” but even more than that, there’s whole beats and thematic chapters of dread.”

This season is 20 episodes, a first! (Other than FHSY) Brennan thinks this might be a new normal for the most part. With a new studio space and investments from Dropout it seems like we can expect more episodes from the longer seasons.

The entire crew popped all the way off this season! You can see some ofit now with the crazy dome lighting in the trailer, and prepare to getblown away by the technical side of this season. They’ve got people working to bridge the art department with the camera department, more projectionists for the dome, and even in-studio sounds that the players can react to. Brennan himself has some control over the dome too for those necessarily time-finessed horror moments.

This is the first Brennan-DM’d season to jump back to physical minis! [The miniature sets on Coffin Run were so cool!!!] The sets allow some of the verisimilitude that A Crown of Candy had in its gritty, challenging combat. The degree of Ominosity evoked in the battle sets is something to look forward to.

The world-building in this season is so important that Brennan says talking too much about it starts to verge on being spoilery :0 “The Neverafter is indeed wrapped within the times of **shadow **and will take its dreadful time in revealing its true nature to our audience.”

What Brennan can tell us about the Players

They’re all classic fairytale characters: Pinnochio, Puss in Boots, Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Mother Goose, and the Frog Prince

Some strong vocal choices were made and committed to. (Looking at you, Lou Wilson!)

.This season is very driven by the players and the PC’s perspective in terms of accompanying them through the sense of dread in the world is important.

There were some of the funniest moments of side-wracking laughter in this season.

There was enough real-life stress in some episodes that there are some Adventuring Parties of which Brennan says he has never been in a more chaotic interaction space anywhere in his life. Expect the chaos of people cutting loose after 2 hours of creeping dread. Tune into the APs!

Brennan was unceasingly roasted by the players this season. (by the players at the table, but also by some of their mechanical play!)

Fan Questions

How scary is Neverafter? Are there more relaxed moments to breathe each episode? Brennan says there will be moments to breathe. He recommends maybe talking to friends after they watch episode 1 to gauge it. Fundamentally though, it is a comedy show, and it’s still got _fairy tale _elements in it. “More than 50% of it is the Intrepid Heroes having a ball”, and our desires for camaraderie and comfort and laughter and seeing friends hangout will be satisfied. 

“Fear not. Except in very small moments where we would ask you to fear.”

Favorite episode or battle this season? Brennan loves them all and can’t pick a favorite amongst his children.

Can Brennan give us something that we can see and recognize later (if he wants)? “When you start to see the ink.”

What’s the most fun way you established ambience... ? The projections. It made it feel visceral and real; and rather than having the players have static focus on the table and other players, it made them look over their shoulder, and feel a bit smaller than the world in this looming horror season.

How did you check in and support the players after a heavy session AND how can I support my GM after a story ends?

Brennan checks in by saying “Hey, I’m checking in. How are you doing?”. Trust is huge. Having a relationship based around already doing that makes checking-in easier and makes it become regular rather than unusual (”It’s a good habit to have.”)

“Having emotional care be routine is pretty helpful. It’s like hygiene, and brushing your teeth, right? Are you already in the habit of, after a session ends, having a little 3-5 minutes just to babble and be excited and talk about how great it was. Do you have a little ritual around, like, "Hey I want to talk to you sometime this week before next week [...]"

If that’s a lot of work, you can always show your DM that you care ♥

How many NPCs are planned vs. improvised in a campaign like this? Certainly some are always improvised, but of course this season draws from source material, fairy tales! There were many amazing consultants this season with deep folklore knowledge. There was a huge list of fairy tale characters but not so much with written backstories as it was how they had been corrupted/changed by horror (Brennan’s got a good memory). Some were assigned ahead, others were kept up his sleeve.

Was this campaign high lethality, did the players have backup PCs at the ready? Brennan pauses and ponders before answering. He “cannot fault any of our logic in these observations”. That’s all he can say.

Did EXU: Calamity inspire the farther move from comedy? A Starstruck Odyssey was so wild and fun that a change was already on his mind before EXU:C scratched an itch that he wanted to try with the Intrepid Heroes. Of course EXU:C is tragedy, not horror, but the stretch of tonal difference was really engaging and exciting.

What kind of safety tools do you use?

Formally, X-cards, Lines and Veils, the classics. Additionally, if Brennan can anticipate something could be challenging he will hip his players in advance - avoiding spoilers - but as a way to communicate a level of comfort in advance & gauging collaborative enthusiasm for exploring topics that may be challenging. The formal tools are there for a reason (and recommended!), but are not used as a substitute for the main informal route of building trust, checking-in and communicating clearly.

There weren’t too many instances of that this season, most things were hashed out in pre-discussion, pitching the season, world-building, character creation, etc.

Making everyone feel safe and secure, even when exploring the scary topics, was always a priority.

On a scale of 1 to EXU:Calamity, how broken will this leave us? Brennan’s hope is that nobody is broken and that nobody was broken by EXU:C either! ...

“I think if you are broken... by Neverafter, it will be only to come back patchwork, pieced-together, re-glued, fused into something stranger and stronger than you were before.”

How did you balance horror and comedy elements? Creating atmosphere and leaving room to riff?

They go hand in hand! Monotony (being of just one tone) doesn’t really exist in nature and reality. Horror comes in to interrupt other things, and it’s not sustainable for very long. No one tone could persevere for 40 hours. How do you balance them? How do you not? Some people’s responses to fear is shock, and sometimes that means laughter!

[Brennan’s discussed similar things on podcasts he’s appeared on too. I recommend watching this question to see his full answer, it starts here]

How did character creation work for this season? Did the figures come first or did the PCs propose them? Character creation was them picking their characters. Each player brought a few and pitched them, their behaviours and their takes on them.

If you were a player this campaign, which fairy tale character would you like to play? Fearnot. A deep cut (though he appears in Jim Henson’s ‘The Storyteller’), about a little boy who cannot be afraid and went forth to learn what fear was.

[reinathevocaloid]

A Giramie Playlist!

Centuries - Fall Out Boy

Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me for centuries

King - Lauren Aquilina

You've got it all You lost your mind in the sound There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown You're in control Rid of the monsters inside your head Put all your faults to bed You can be king again

War of Change - Thousand Foot Krutch

Wait, it's just about to break, it's more than I can take Everything's about to change I feel it in my veins, it's not going away Everything's about to change

Road Not Taken - Stray Kids

I go on a path that has never been stepped on Not the main path, but my own Even if I can't see the future anymore I'll step out, throw myself out fearlessly Run and run without a regret Even if it's suffocating, I will never stop

See Who I Am - Within Temptation

See who I am Break through the surface Reach for my hand Let's show them that we can Free our minds and find a way The world is in our hands This is not the end

Flares - The Script

But did you see the flares in the sky? Were you blinded by the light? Did you feel the smoke in your eyes? Did you, did you? Did you see the sparks filled with hope? You are not alone 'Cause someone's out there, sending out flares

Spider - HOSHI

Can't breathe When you look at mе, when you look at me I shiver all over When you touch me, when you touch me You tie me up like a spider We're tangled up, we can't escape Like a spider, I enjoy this puzzle Pretend to hate it baby, I still like it baby

Spit It Out - IAMX

When you're in pieces Just follow the echo of my voice It's okay Tune into that frequency

Heavy In Your Arms - Florence + The Machine

I was a heavy heart to carry But he never let me down When he held me in his arms My feet never touched the ground

Can't Pretend - Tom Odell

Love, I have wounds Only you can mend You can mend, oh, oh, oh I guess that's love I can't pretend

Dusk Till Dawn - ZAYN & Sia

I'll hold you when things go wrong I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

Umbrella (Cover) - All Time Low

When the sun shines, we'll shine together Told you I'll be here forever Said I'll always be your friend Took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end Now that it's raining more than ever Know that we'll still have each other You can stand under my umbrella

Stay - The People's Thieves

I'm only Just strong enough I'm Just strong enough I'm Slowly sinking through the ground below So hold me Just long enough to Just long enough to Show me How to find my way back home

The Author - Roosberg

If you feel like a stranger in your tale, not much to offer Yeah, know that you're the one to change your story Change your story Yeah, you're the author for it Change your story, write your story

Ready Now - Dodie

You saw through me All this time I'd forgotten People are kind I was hurting And you knew So you showed me What to do You said, "I will listen Tell it all When you're finished We'll talk more" But I didn't know how So we took it in turns And to my surprise We found my words

True Colors - Kesha and Zedd

All my life, one page at a time I'll show you my, my true colors No-no, no-no, I won't apologize For the fire in my eyes Let me show you my, my true colors It ain't your rainbow

The Quiet - Imogen Heap

In the time that it takes, for a smile to cross the room In the time that it takes, to be finally understood In the time that it takes from being one of us to two It's the time it takes the moon to rise, we can start anew, let's win at life again Oh silent world, rest assured that love lies beyond words

[fellhellion]

everybody shut the fuck up im lost in the SAUCE thinking about how dara’s first impulse upon being shot was to think about the letter that he’d been keeping close to his heart

[penpaperandbooks]

They Bring Me Flowers - Pt. 1

Glossary: arasan - the Tamil equivalent of 'Your Highness' illavarasan - the Tamil equivalent of Crown Prince devi - a term used to address any woman respectfully

I sit by the window, mindlessly watching the people go by below. The grocer sells his items and the hawker cries out his wares while the children play around them.

The wind blows in, bringing with it the smell of sweet jasmine. The branches of parijat flowers sway slightly from the weight of the flowers in their ceramic vase.

The musician's voice travels through the hall, singing raga Bhairavi. I close my eyes, soaking in the soft winter sun, and the raga, feeling it transport me.

The song ends and the musician looks at me hopefully for some payment. I gesture to the maids waiting at the side, and they give her a ring, studded with gems.

"Thank you, devi." the musician bows, keeping the necklace safe in the leather bag by her side. "Do you have anything you want me to sing?" she asks.

I shake my head. "Sing anything," I say, turning away from her. The musician starts again, singing a ballad, famous amongst the nobility.

I close my eyes and lean back into the low sofa as the slow, mournful tune of the song fills the hall. It tells the tale of a flower girl, poor and downtrodden, doing various other odd jobs to sustain herself.

One day the illavarasan's friends were out on a joy ride around the city when they came across her. Buying flowers from her out of pity, they ride by, satisfied with their good deed for the day. But one of them stays back, unwilling to go galloping with his friends.

"What is your name?" he asks the girl, captivated by her beauty. Her clothes were spotted with stains and flecks of mud, but she carried herself with a certain dignity that he had never seen in the common folk.

She looks at him silently. "Why do you want to know, sire? Please, do not concern yourself with us lowly people," she announces loudly, before turning away from him.

Since then, he was taken with her, sometimes riding or other days walking to her usual spot, either to buy flowers or to stand and admire her.

Soon, the two fell in love with each other, both waiting excitedly for when they would meet. Their small exchange, while he bought flowers, was the only time they could talk, for she was but a flower girl and he the friend of the illavarasan.

One day, weeks after the two first met, the illavarasan followed his friend, curious to see where he had been slipping off during their classes and practice.

When he saw his friend walk up to the flower girl, he too was taken by her beauty. He ran back to the palace and begged his father to have the flower girl's hand in marriage.

"I beg of you, Father!" the illavarasan pleaded. "She is all I can think about. I cannot live without her beside me!" he cried, his heart beating as he waited for his father to answer. Not a thought he spared for his friend, forget the girl.

The arasan pondered over this issue long and hard, before finally giving in. To him it was but the silly obsessions that he too had at that age, before he came into power.

"Fine," he said, a knowing smile on his face. "But, she shall be your mistress, not your wife," he said, despite protests from his son.

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That time sm1 who knew Miriel informed Oropher of her death.

“There’s a rumor in the wind of one who you claimed family. There’s a rumor in the wind of one who now fights by Akami’s side”

The court fell silent as an elf from yonder shore spoke these words. They faced Oropher and held his eyes, even as his jaw clenched. The Noldor were confused at the sudden stillness and solemness, and were worried at one of their own speaking with the , admittedly intimidating, ellon. Those who knew though, those who never left to play to the valar’s tune, held the returned back with steady, heavy hands.

It would not do for them to interrupt.

“What says the wind? What does it whisper in your ear from places far beyond?” Oropher’s voice held a barely perceptible tremble as his focus narrowed to the elf speaking wih him. He knew. He knew. It was no secret. But no one had officially informed him. And now someone was. (He didn’t know if he was thankful or enraged)

“The wind whispers of one who’s life you saw grow. Of one who’s daring led her to places beyond, who’s life she gave for a life not yet realized. Who’s life was taken before her time. The wind whispers of a daughter, sister, mother, aunt, who’s strength was great, and who’s will was greater. The wind whispers of one who now fights by Akami’s side.”

A harsh breath. “What says the earth. What truth does it rumble from depths below of one who is my daughter?”

“The earth rumbles with the courage shown by the one who now fights with Akami. The truth is spoken of the one who got back up no matter how much she was kicked down, until she could rise no more. The earth rumbles with the love so great it made her enemies tremble even in the wake of her joining Akami’s war. The earth rumbles for the one who now fights by Akami’s side”

A pause. Clenched fists. “What says the says the waves? What stories does it bring of the one who i saw grow?

“The waves bring stories of the skills of the one who’s head was held high. Of the treasures she could weave, of the ways she kept safe the ones who relied on her during the journey. The waves weave a tale of a brave elleth who’s strong arms kept the enemies at bay, and who’s gentle fingers soothed those she claimed as her’s. The waves spread stories of the one who now fights by Akami’s side.”

A realization in the crowd. Small contained. There all the same.

“What tells the stars? What shows the lights that has watched over us of one who is of my flesh and blood?”

“The stars show her that is the one with once a crown upon her head. It shows of one who wields her sword and her words always for those who need her protection. The stars show of an elleth who never let someone control her or who let herself be led astray by those with power but no understanding of what they wield. The stars show of one who now fights by Akami’s side.”

Silence. Heavy. The blade was about to fall.

“What does Akami say? What claim does the goddes make of one who now fights by her side?”

“Akami claims the one who journed far and fought hard as a powerfull ally. She talks of one who’s resolve is great and legacy greater still. Akami claimes that with her help, the one who’s hands are skilled, the battle shall surely be won. Akami greets the one who now fights by her side with honor and gratitude. Akami claimes the one known as Miriel Therinde as one of her warriors. Miriel Therinde now fights by Akami’s side.

“There is a rumor in the wind that Miriel Therinde, daughter of Oropher Therinde, now fights by Akami’s side.”

Silence. Quiet. No breath, no sound was made as the noldor finished speaking of Miriel Therinde, as he finished informing the father of his daughter’s death.

“May your aim be true and the wind carry your story to the edge of the world.” With those parting words Oropher turned and walked out of the hall. He would inform his family, Miriel’s family, of her passing, then he would grieve. He will not break before those who benefited from his daughter’s death.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the hall the noldor stood in shock.

“What-“ Galadriel started as finrod moved to follow the silver haired ellon. Elmo’s hand held them in place.

“Oropher Therinde is the father of Miriel Therinde and that was the old way, the proper way to inform people of one’s death” he spoke to them with a steady air, unwilling to let them disturb his uncle.

He turned to those gathered in the halls.

“Miriel Therinde has passed on to fight by Akami’s side. Those of us who knew her, know her as a friend, a mentor, and a warrior. Today we are here to welcome those that returned after millenia, but tomorrow, tomorrow we will grieve for the one who held much respect during the age of stars.

“Miriel Therinde will be remembered by us. And Miriel Therinde will send our enemies back from whence they came at Akami’s side.”

“To Miriel Therinde.”

[alchemisland]

SubDublin

A wild hunt rides out tonight

Hate is sallied forth

Troubles now are here again

What did we learn up North?

Send them all underground like the Poddle

“Send them all back” its backing breaking bottles

The ill-thought glow of a public bus in flames

Tear chairs out and carry them up the Gaol

Execute the Gael, upon them seat James.

Ana Livia I live here and could more make

Of breaks spent refusing requests for change

The Green goes red, the red is green, easter egg 1916

Skyline laws and peeling frontages, Blessing basins by ton, and Burgesses

Dublin’s not one for change

The change is never spare.

To do for Dublin, to be its Blake

Garda bike the Liffey takes

Clandestine as a married man’s Fetlife username

Print it all, Ashley Madison, immortalised on Traitor’s Gate

Leon jumped into the Liffey, on its bridge the youth getting lippy

In Garda’s face, he returns the lean projecting strength 

Hoping comrades will invade the scene.

The sound of Irish rebellion is a wailed air from a keening woman

The anguished wail of a beauty-leched crone

A blood-bloated battle God whose icon is a crow

The Dwarven rhythm of iron working stone

Rebellion here has a distinctive air

A smell you’d know, an old one, a vintage rare

Wolfe Tones escaping the stout-stripped cheeks of the men who’re there.

Liars light the beacon fires inciting false rebellion

Aren't your countrymen frightened inside? You are, all of you, Trevelyan

No foreign man on Irish shores will loot thy corn for thy family’s stores

Meanwhile on every wall a pale-eyed Eastern gentleman crowned in thorns

Forgiver of forgivers, Enoch that Cain built, Enoch that spoke of rivers, Gods with horns

Riots relish, the city hellish again recalling old destructions; upriver, approaching forms

Drakeprowed viking vessels and direct invited Norman settlers

Arnott’s gutted and cameras culprits spy, what you’d imagine: spides, idlers and should-be-spayeds

We have taken up our hod and spade and ensured that public transport is yonks delayed

We left behind our God and said ‘sure, let’s have something that’s worse instead’

We have always been a mongrel breed, loam bed that rejects no seed.

A country of tall tales, tale tellers talking their tones tuning and tales talling transcendentally

Tall men up north, not quite hyperborean or Pictish but a breed apart, Giant seed

At war their well whetted bodies in violent supremacy the battle ballet, at sport their breathstealing speed

An island of ancient sports and good humoured rough stuff, Tailteann games which bring earthly fames

Men who drain drams and etch out dire dreams, Doirbh agus Draiocht and Craic agus Ceoil

Men who express disbelief through their anuses: “it is in me hole.”

Out with hatemongers down Winetavern street

Into the Liffey, we’ll observe ye all sink

The river that stinks with your blood flows sweet

The soul of the nation is suffering now, I think.

A wild hunt rides out tonight

Hate is sallied forth

Troubles now are here again

What did we learn up North?

[mymarifae]

favourite alt vocals for each character and/or alt vocals you want

I'm so sorry I just love your takes on project sekai things and the way you dissect them and stuff I may ask you more questions in the near future ok bye *explodes*

omg don't be sorry!! you are always welcome to ask me questions i love to talk :) 💗 as far as alt vocals go though HMMMMM...

ichika: hmmmmMMMM into the night is probably my favorite! or maybe teo. or hibana -reloaded-. one of those three. i would LOVE an ichika alt vocal for lost and found 🥺 like. pease. oh and also one for attract light!!!!

saki: i really like her from tokyo alt vocal :') it's so cute... and that song is just so Her!!!! i can't really think of any other saki alt vocals i'd like in the future though

honami: TALE OF THE DEEP SEA LILY. GOD. i really love her shinpakusuu#0822 alt vocal too... her voice is soooo pretty. i want a honami lost and found alt vocal. i would tentatively accept an ichihona duet for that but i'd prefer to hear them sing it solo i think.. the WALL is a song that needs multiple people singing for it to have full impact, so i think a honashiho duet for that could be fun!!

shiho: oh my god either voices or pulse of the meteor. both of them make me want to punch holes in my walls like they're So. GOOD. i also like her bokura mada underground and from tokyo alts :) for future alt vocals... see above but also maybe an attract light solo for her too? she like. has the perfect voice for covering *luna's music

minori: i think i like her happy synthesizer duet with haruka a lot :) but her vampire solo is super cute too... either one of those. i can't think of any other alt vocals i'd like with her 💔 a solo for booo! might be fun? or maybe it can be a duet with airi or haruka... the pastabilities. OH WAIT maybe a melty land nightmare solo??? i do like the full mmj cover but because all four of them are singing the original tune is kind of lost because they had to lower the whole song's pitch. but the original pitch is right in minori's range so... so....

haruka: easy. chikyuu saigo no kokuhaku o. it's fucking beautiful. i'm Completely at a loss for any future alt vocals though like they've kind of already added everything i would have wanted djakgnbknbkdfn

airi: icedrop :) i love that song so much just in general.. really like the shizuai karakuri pierrot duet too. an airi alt vocal for melty land nightmare might be nice too!! she has that higher range. also since minoharu got to cover lonely universe i want a shizuai alt vocal. just for fun. i think that song is basically made for minori and haruka to sing together but shizuku and airi might be able to pull it off too......

shizuku: milk crown on sonechka or into the night. i hope i die. best singer in the game. her romeo and cinderella alt vocal is interesting like the contrast between the softness of her voice and the guitar and drums...? it works strangely well. also if she doesn't get a watashi wa, watashitachi wa alt vocal in the future i will. turn into a beast idk

kohane: her awake now alt is fun! uh. idk unfortunately they haven't really given her any solo alts for the vbs songs that i.. actually like... that being said i loooove the akikoha children record duet <3 i want more akikoha duets their voices work really well together and it's not utilized nearly as often as it should be!!!! maybe a hitsuji ga ippiki akikoha duet. that might work. although i would like to hear kohane perform that song by herself 🤔 also while i'm here on vbs something that i really want for them in general is like. each of the akitoya duets to be covered by anhane and vice versa. or give antoya and akikoha more limelight by giving them alt vocals on the akitoya/anhane duets but i think that one's a little unlikely given colorful palette's track record so i'd settle for them swapping. like i want to hear anhane cover doctor=funk beat. come on that would be fun. i don't think toya and akito would do well with like. just be friends or imperial girl. but it'd be funny at least. (i think they could pull off pheles though)

an: MACHI IS MY FAVORITE i love her machi solo so much it makes me want to cry. auhghhhhh an..... she kinda kicked ass with alter ego too though. i would loooooove a pheles alt... also hitsuji ga ippiki again

akito: alter ego. beloved. slams my head through a brick wall. i'm also fond of his garando alt! there's also the akitoya tokio funka cover that isn't in the stupid fucking game but i love it to pieces anyway

i will never understand the decision behind not putting this in the game but whatever. Whatever.... for future alt vocals i think the only thing i really want for him is a kashika alt. another song that makes me want to sob

toya: mirai or ame to petra <3 or. ghost city tokyo. <3 i can't think of any other alt vocals i'd like for him. but on the note of vbs just in general, i would like to hear them sing daybreak frontline individually... but part of why i love that cover so much is the fact that they're all singing together and having so so so so much fun. together. as friends. so i'm also like "no wait don't separate them" abgkdjfvnlskdjvbjfl

tsukasa: journey!!!! literally kind of a jawdrop when i heard his solo because i almost NEVER enjoy his voice but he KILLEDDDDDD it there. he sounds really fucking good in mr. showtime too so i'd like an alt vocal for that :) and nothing else. no more tsukasa alt vocals

emu: uh. uhhhhhhhhhhh😭 ok wait her odore orchestra alt is cute. i will accept an emu love ka solo if and only if they let her seiyuu go nuts because with emu's usual vocal direction like... no... no do not let her sing that by herself (don't let anyone in wxs or the entire game sing it jesus christ) but if kino is allowed a little more freedom.. well points to this once again

she could do love ka justice i think.

nene: KAMI NO MANIMANI 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 LIKE. the minute i learned that wxs covered that song i was like "wow i wish there was a nene alt vocal for this" and then THEY ACTUALLY CAME OUT WITH ONE... i lostmy mind that day. anyway i'm fed forever as far as nene alt vocals go that's all i wanted and i got it so agdkjfvbknlvdnfkjnfl

rui: as you like it!!!!! that song is so perfect for him in every way... if i didn't know better i'd assume it was a commission for a rui focus event tbh. nene's kami no manimani alt is superior but i really really really like rui's too <3 we don't talk about emu or tsukasa's. UM future alt vocals... hmm maybe one for what sort of ending are you wishing for?. the ending bit where he's the only one singing makes me emotional it's VERY pretty.. i'd like to hear what the rest of the song sounds like with just him singing

kanade: i will always prefer the kanamafu duet, but kanade's meru solo is lovely. very, very, very lovely... tricologe is nice too! i think i'd like an irony alt vocal for her someday :) samsa is a very punchy song and kanade's singing style is very whisper-y but i think tbh if they give her an alt vocal for it they'll let her seiyuu loose a little bit. just considering the event it was written for.

mafuyu: usseewa without a doubt. that is HIS song it was written for him (not really but it fits him to a very scary T). i really love his meru alt too. i just like meru in general it makes my heart ache (in a good way). i think he should get a non-breath oblige alt. i think he would kill it

ena: nomad or maybe mousou kanshou daishou renmei! not sure about alt vocals for her that don't already exist... maybe gehenna???

mizuki: i think. probably kanadetomosusora. she sounds so lovely there... i do really like her alts for charles, lower, and usseewa too though :) i'd like to hear her sing deichuu ni saku and also gehenna again by herself!!!!

[stormfireproductions]

Interview with a Storyteller: M. Molder One moon related story is still in the works, so here is an interview with a storyteller who also writes moon-related tales. In this episode, we talk about what kinds of stories feed us and making tales that explore the grey areas of life. M. Molder is the creator and all-the-hats wearing producer for the audio drama, "The Moon Crown." They've spent much of their life striving to make art, and have delved into many skills they've always wanted to try out through audio drama. You can find information about the show on https://themooncrown.com or follow along on most social media via @themooncrownpod, with the occasional closer look at the sound design process on Twitter. Transcript auto-generated via Descript.   Stay tuned for more interviews and modern folk tales by signing up to our newsletter, or wherever you find your digital hearth!  via Tales from the Hearth https://ift.tt/xSZfwvl April 27, 2023 at 08:00AM

[djslaughter]

A Tale of Two Kings: The First Sparks Between Kendrick Lamar and Drake

In the dynamic world of hip-hop, rivalries are often as legendary as the music itself. One of the most intriguing of these rivalries is between Kendrick Lamar and Drake, two titans of the industry. But where did it all begin? The roots of their tension can be traced back to a single, seismic moment in 2013—when Kendrick dropped a verse that shook the rap world.

The "Control" Verse: A Challenge or a Callout?

It all started with Kendrick Lamar’s verse on Big Sean’s track "Control," released in August 2013. In a move that would soon become iconic, Kendrick name-dropped several of his contemporaries, including Drake, J. Cole, and others, essentially challenging them to step up their game. The verse was more than just a lyrical flex; it was a declaration of war. Kendrick even went as far as to proclaim himself the "King of New York," a bold statement for a Compton native. This wasn’t just a verse—it was a gauntlet thrown down.

For those of us who followed the scene closely, this verse was a turning point. Kendrick wasn’t just asserting his dominance; he was also questioning the status quo. This challenge didn’t sit well with everyone, least of all Drake, who was known for his calculated, often emotional, and introspective approach to rap.

Drake’s Initial Response: Downplay or Disrespect?

Drake’s response to Kendrick’s verse was notably cool—at least on the surface. In interviews, Drake suggested that the verse didn’t really bother him. He brushed it off, saying that it didn’t affect him personally. But as the dust settled, Drake’s later comments revealed a different story. He admitted that Kendrick’s verse had surprised him and might have shifted the dynamic of their relationship.

For fans and critics alike, this was the beginning of something more profound. The playful competition between Kendrick and Drake began to take on a sharper edge. The tension that started with a verse was now palpable, setting the stage for years of subtle disses and competitive energy between the two.

The Media’s Take: A Rivalry in the Making

The "Control" verse quickly became one of the most talked-about moments in hip-hop. Blogs, podcasts, and opinion pieces exploded with analysis. Was Kendrick simply pushing his peers to be better, or was he staking his claim as the best in the game? And where did that leave Drake, who had been dominating the charts with his introspective, emotional style?

According to sources like HotNewHipHop and other media outlets, Kendrick’s verse was seen as a bold move to shift the narrative in hip-hop. It wasn’t just about calling out names; it was about redefining what it meant to be at the top. Drake, on the other hand, was faced with a choice: respond with fire or maintain his cool, calculated persona. His initial downplaying of the verse was a strategic move, but it also hinted at the underlying tension that would only grow in the years to come.

The Legacy of the "Control" Verse

Looking back, it’s clear that Kendrick’s "Control" verse was more than just a momentary flex. It was a pivotal point in hip-hop history, marking the start of a rivalry that would influence both artists' careers. The verse challenged not just Drake, but the entire rap community, to reconsider what it meant to be the best.

For Kendrick, it was a way of saying that he wasn’t just here to play the game—he was here to change it. And for Drake, it was a reminder that in the ever-evolving world of hip-hop, no crown is safe.

In the end, the "Control" verse didn’t just start a rivalry; it solidified Kendrick Lamar and Drake as two of the most compelling figures in modern hip-hop—forever pushing each other to new heights, even as they navigate the tensions between them.

Stay tuned for more deep dives into the world of hip-hop and the stories that shape the culture. And remember, in this game, the only constant is change.

++++++ All content written above is my own interpretation and should not be taken as fact. If you have interpreted this in another way or have proof that part of what was written is not accurate, please respond kindly and informatively so that we can all be apart of this conversation that King Kendrick has laid out for us all to join in.