Plot Bunny - Blog Posts

Not me randomly getting the idea in the middle of Zoom class to draw a one page comic about that plot bunny that I had for months and then proceeding to ignore the rest of my classes in order to draw it. Anyway here it is:

Basically the idea was that Yuji was trapped in a living nightmare, by some curse that helped out Geto and Mahito. And this is him failing to save his friends(nightmare) from Mahito and Geto. This is him snapping and letting all the intrusive, repulsive, horrible, morbid thoughts (and you know Sukuna the bastard is always sending them to him, so Yuji has A LOT of torture/death methods stored away in his mind) out into reality. And well Sukuna the bored bastard that he is watching all this play out, even egging Yuji on, while knowing full well that they are in a nightmare.

The "I'll show you why I'm Sukuna's vessel" line I got from not knowing what the fuck are the qualifications for someone to become his vessel.

Like is the cursed energy that needs to match?

But like Itadori doesn't have cursed energy at the start.

Is it that Yuji's body is a lot stronger and only he can handle Sukuna without instantly dying?

Maybe, but then what the fuck is Sukunas obsession with Megumi.

Is it the mind, like you need to be mentally strong so Sukuna can chill in your head without you becoming a vegetable or something?

Is also one of the possible criteria.

Or maybe it's something about the soul's shape, like Sukuna might've looked like Yuji when he was human?(And since the body forms around the soul and all that)

Also a possibility.

All of the above?

I don't fucking know so I decided to run with all of them. That's why he is so intimidating when he finally snaps, he is basically mimicking Sukuna and SUCCEEDING! He had Sukuna in his head for (i think) 4 months whispering the most painful, deranged, unhinged, psychotic ways he will torture Yuji and his friends (he had nothing better to do and was bored), while sending him images of said torture and death. (Yeah Yuji is STRESSED, like my boy got a death sentence hanging over his head, a lot of people that want him dead and a lot of trauma that he unlocked when he became a sorcerer, I'm just waiting for him to have a breakdown in cannon, btw I am not even finished with season one of jjk and already the fandom and the hot unhinged character trapped me, I don't think I have much hope for escaping it)

Anyway, welcome to my mind's current fixation.

The Truth Seekers!- OC Art

I made another fun group of pre-teen friends! They're young detectives interested in solving the strange happenings around their town.

They all have their own ways of gathering the information they need.

Clair Des Vignes prefers the books. The older the tome, the more truthful the info!

Amanda Bernard scourers the interwebs with endless amounts of information at her fingertips! The parental locks do make it a bit difficult though.

Bradly Alton likes to be on the scene! Finding real physical clues and evidence helps move things along.

I think I'll put them at age 12 and the incidents that they investigate are definitely supernatural in nature.

Photographer Steve and Model Eddie

Eddie is a famous model known for his temper tantrums and being aloof. No photographer has been able to catch any other side of him but bitchy and distant.

He has final say on everything, clothes, makeup and even the pictures they’re allowed to use. Photographers hate him. They actually draw straws or play roshambo for the dubious pleasure of photographing him.

That all changes when former war photographer Steve Harrington comes into the mix. He has his own set of rules. Max Mayfield is his makeup artist, Robin Buckley on hair, and Elinor Hopper as his fashion designer. He won’t use anyone else.

When a famous makeup brand decides to come out with a metal line, Eddie is the first to jump on board. And then he hears who the photographer is and throws a fit. But the makeup brand won’t budge. Either Eddie sucks it up or they go with someone else. Like Billy Hargrove.

That shuts Eddie up fast. The dude claims he’s “metal” but he’s punk and the very reason people confuse the two.

So he does his bitchy best to scare Steve off. He shows up an hour late in a raggedy band shirt, sweats, and flip-flops with an almost finished latte.

But Steve is unfazed. He knew Eddie would show up late so he doesn’t even start setting up until Eddie gets there.

Eddie pouts.

Then he notices that the only one there is Steve. There is no makeup artist, stylist, or hair stylist there. The clothes are though, which is weird.

Steve introduces himself and tells him that he likes to make sure his models are comfortable first before they even start getting ready. Especially with the fact that make brand wanted a naked shoot as part of it. That would be put in all the 18+ magazines.

Eddie is blinking at him in confusion. No one had asked about his comfort before and it stuns him for a moment. And he changes tactics. If being a brat won’t make this guy leave, maybe heavy flirting will and turns the charm up to eleven.

Steve is charmed, but he remains professional as he shows Eddie his ideas for the photo shoot and fuck, Eddie can’t help but like the idea. Starting the shoot off in white, fully clothed, and then the less clothes Eddie wears the darker the clothes get until the outfit right before the nude stuff is a black thong with a black, satin robe flowing over top.

Then the nudes would be photographed on red satin sheets, highlighting the makeup.

Eddie keeps dialing up the charm especially with Steve’s ladies as Eddie called them, but about half way through, he keeps the charm up because he actually likes them. Especially Steve.

Then it’s time to take the nude shots and Steve is on the bed with him taking close-ups and intimate shots that no one had dared take before.

Then the ad comes out and everyone is blown away. Not just of the makeup, but of how Steve photographed him. Like a lover taking personal shots for just the two them.

Suddenly Eddie, who was already a high class model, gets shot up to supermodel status. Wins model of the year and even several fashion awards for the shoot.

Then all those photographers who hated doing his shoots are instantly clamoring at his door for a chance to photograph him. But he refuses. He’ll only work with Steve and his team.

Then over the course of many shoots, they fall in love and everyone can see their relationship progress through the pictures Steve takes.

We’re off! NaNoWrMo has officially started! Have the plotbunnies found you yet?

Day 01: First Day – The Magic of Excitement

I always love the atmosphere of NaNo: everyone filled with energy and pursuing their creative experiments. Embrace the magic & congratulations for starting! Every word you write is one you did not have before. Yay us! Whether you have planned everything out or are flying by the seat of your pants – I wish us all a Very Happy NaNo indeed!

So I have some ideas (No this is not a serous idea, just the usual brain worms and plot bunnies', no do not DM me about playing I have only a Candy wrapper of an Idea and nothing else.. God has it been 14 years sense Heart Gold & Soul Silver...)

Anne Shirley in the GFFA

Yes, you read that correctly.

You see, a very strange plot bunny has been lurking in my brain for months, now.

What if Anne Shirley, and maybe someone else from the Green Gables books, somehow ended up in the GFFA toward the end of the Clone Wars? Thinking maybe Anne of Avonlea-era Anne, when she's a teacher and Marilla takes in Davy and Dora Keith.

I just think it would be really funny, because of how Anne is always encountering twins, wherever she goes, and then Luke and Leia are born while she's in the GFFA, and... yep, checks out.

I wonder who Anne would find to be a kindred spirit. If she got to see Yoda's whimsical side, I almost think she might find him to be one? And possibly Padmé? I see a lot of Anne's idealism in Padmé.

She would get to the SW galaxy through the Haunted Wood, one dark and misty night when she's taking the twins back home after a visit to somewhere, perhaps.

Anne would find plenty of "scope for imagination" on Naboo, she'd find it absolutely delightful. As for Anidala and the Set and Veré scheme, she'd be in raptures over the romance of it all.

Oh Force help us, if Davy and Dora happened to be along for the ride.... "Davy Keith! Don't walk on the edge of the veranda, or you'll fall to your death!"

Davy's opinions on kriff, kark, fierfek, etc.:

"They're the bulliest swears, Anne, and they ain't blasphemous 'cause there ain't God here, so I guess it can't offend him."

"No, Davy, but they're coarse and vulgar in another way entirely, and little boys still shouldn't say them," Anne admonished.

And Dora, remarking on some of the people they meet:

"Mrs. Rachel would say they're ungodly and wicked heathens," Dora observed, primly.

"Oh, Dora, I don't think anyone can be wicked who's kind and wise."

If Anne is dropped onto Coruscant, Padmé takes her in, she becomes some sort of aide, goes to the Senate with Padmé. "I don't like that man," she told Padmé, watching the Chancellor. "He is NOT a kindred spirit. Something in his eyes reminds me of [Mrs. Blewett, or someone else unpleasant like that]."

Her patroness' wardrobe would also send Anne into raptures. "Why, it's just like the wardrobe of a princess from one of the stories the girls and I used to write! Oh, Padmé, I could live in here for eons with no sustenance but to feast my eyes upon the splendor!"

Nightmare night. Mid-conversation, Padmé and Anakin hear a crash from outside. Anakin immediately ready to fight someone, Padmé's just like "Davy!" Living room or kitchen, find Anne and Davy. Who's broken something or other on a midnight foray for food. Could lead to a more productive conversation that leads to Anakin being a little more rational.

Also, Padmé and Anakin get a preview of what the next several years of their lives will be like, with a child in the house. And they're like, "Oh, thank goodness we'll only have the one." (Joke's on them there, of course.)

Anne gets through to Anakin about Obi-Wan. "Maybe he's like Marilla. She's... well, I suppose she's most like an aunt. She adopted me, but I could never imagine thinking of her as a mother. She isn't at all the motherly sort. She's prickly as a thornbush, and she seemed oh-so-stern, austere, really, and it took simply ages to thaw her out. She was always disapproving of my messes and scrapes--and oh, there were a lot of scrapes, especially early on--but... oh dear, I'm rambling on again. Anyway, Marilla is not what one would call an affectionate woman, but I just know she loves me, because she's put up with all my scrapes, and if she does correct me, it's because she cares. She didn't care at the start, you see, not that way. She only cared enough to keep me so that horrible Mrs. Blewett wouldn't take me instead, which is really just what any good, upstanding person would do. And I think maybe your Obi-Wan is the same way. After all, it's a pretty difficult thing to raise a child and not come to love them in some way."

Somehow, this all leads to Anakin not falling and Palpatine being properly disposed of.

I may actually try writing this one, because, weird idea though it is, I also think it could weirdly work. Anne Shirley has this way of improving all the lives she touches, and I see no reason why that wouldn't continue in the GFFA.

Any opinions on who Anne might find to be kindred spirits in the GFFA? I'm leaning toward Padmé and maybe Yoda (maybe), but I'd love to hear any other suggestions!

" You ever wonder why we’re here ? " - Simmons , Red vs. Blue

As a matter of fact , I do wonder why we are here . Specifically , why are we on this post ?

If you are reading this , then it means your a fan of either Red vs. Blue or Gears of War and that your really bored that there hasn't been any content for neither franchise . Don't despair , for Greg is here and man , do I have something for you guys .

Now , we all know about fanfiction , some of us read it , others avoid it like the plague and yet it is often these very brave people who write these things who tend to try to give us fans something new out of our current or past fictional fixations when the creators aren't doing anything new with it .

You may be wondering if I am trying to promote my own work to you , but I am not a writer . Oh no , I am not brave enough for that . What I am trying to sell to you is an idea , which you can take for your own use or ignore it at your own leisure .

Still with me ? Great , then enough dilly dallying , we have a show to catch . Now , what I am about to unveil to you is an crossover fusion between Red vs. Blue and Gears of War . You might say that it is yet another Halo rehash , worse than the Netflix show , but it is more of a Gears of War story with elements of Rooster Teeth's series more than anything .

The general plot happens after E-Day or Emergence Day when the Locust Horde launches its surprise attack on humanity and continues on past Victory Day or when the Lambent has been turned inert and the Locust went into hibernation . Why is it happening around this time period ? Because translating the plot of Red vs. Blue to a Gears of War setting isn't something that can be justified with the available lore we have from The Coalition studio , as such whatever weirdness was occurring in the seasons prior to Red vs. Blue : Recovery One must be carefully curated or we might get something fun here and we don't want that . Anyways , we can't really justify such things as Agent Wyoming's temporal distortion unit or Junior's existence , as such we might need to hand wave them away with something else . While on this subject , it might not be possible to keep the American States naming theme Project Freelancer seems to have , but then again due to a lack of a topological map regarding the world of Sera and having barely any knowledge regarding the process behind naming the cities , countries and continents of Sera , we can just say that the Freelancers got their names from places that people barely know of and leave it at that . We can however , say that the bomb that threw the Reds and Blues into the "future" of Season 3 was the Imulsion Countermeasure Weapon from the ending of Gears of War 3 .

Speaking of the Reds and Blues , while I am partial to the whole idea of simulation troopers , I am not really certain that in a world where everything is a battle of attrition with every soldier being a cannon fodder , a nebulous organization can get away with whisking away manpower is something desirable by the government during a time of crisis , as such we can simply go with the idea that they are mixed group of Stranded and ex - Gears . Stranded are basically everywhere and with the breakdown of both society and military discipline , disgruntled soldiers who deserted might be just as common , hence justify why this band of misfits is even possible by the standards of any modern-day military . Also Lopez might not be a humanoid robot right now , but he can be a JACK unit . But now , you might be wondering , what is the deal with the Freelancers then ? To which I say , the Freelancer Program is basically creating armor enhancements , then in order to test those modifications without the chance of losing said equipment to the Locust , they basically create tensions between rivals Stranded factions , then sell out their services to both sides and afterwards walk away with their data and a fresh pile of corpses no one will care about . Now your curious why are they doing this ? If you haven't watched the show , then spoilers , the Director of this whole mess is such a simp that he wants to Frankenstein's Monster his dead wife using Artificial Intelligence or more specifically Split Personalities that were surgically removed from an AI based on the Director's own mind . How would have this worked , who knows ? I am of the mind that he is an Artificial Intelligence specialist and didn't really have an idea how to resurrect his spouse without reverse-engineering the human mind , therefore he was blinded by the saying " If the only tool you have is a hammer, you will start treating all your problems like a nail ” . Suffice to say things didn't work out for the man . Now applying this whole shebang to a Gears of War setting is pretty easy since we know Artificial Intelligence technology exists in the lore and I can stretch the limits of belief by saying that he planned to use AI and cutting-edge robotics in order to transform his dead wife into a cyborg revenant not unlike Commander Sheppard in Mass Effect 2 . But I digress . The GoW Director's plan involved studying the neuroscience behind combining human and synthetic personalities as well as reverse-engineer desired traits by first separating them from the Alpha , more on him later , then cobbling them back together in order to get the gist of the puzzle , hence the Meta . This whole idea came from the concept of Huginn and Muninn or thought and memory , for those who don't speak Old Norse , which I interpret as the founding blocks of a person since we each have our own way of thinking as well as different memories that define our lives , therefore the Director would need to re-create both to get his money's worth . Long story short , he basically used his agents as guinea pigs to see how he could use an AI to simulate his dead wife's way of thinking as well as how divergent memories might interfere with the process . By far the best successes in that endeavor were the Meta , Private Leonard L. Church and Omega . Leonard is the mix of the hollowed out Artificial Intelligence Alpha with the mind of Private Jimmy , who were blended together in order to get the Alpha away from the more moralistic elements of the Program and basically ended up as a deadbeat soldier fighting a losing war for survival , which is way out of the way come to think of it .

With that out of the way , we can also say that the Freelancers were formed during the waning days of the Pendulum Wars as an attempt by the Coalition of Ordered Governments at a super soldier program since they weren't doing all that hot in the super weapons department against the Union of Independent Republics . The Director told the Chairman and upper echelon of the military what they wanted to hear , new armor and weapons capable of pushing past human limitations , while omitting the tiny detail about what he really wanted to do . Honestly this sounds like someone trying to cramp on Gendo Ikari's whole deal at this point . He managed to produce enough results to justify the Freelancers existence despite problems with mass producing the equipment by pummeling the revolutionary movements financed by the UIR into a pulp as well as making his organization as self-sufficient of the government as possible . This ultimately allowed them to continue existing even after the fall of human civilization as their existence was a secret known to a few and whatever evidence remained became the stuff of legends . That is until two of their former agents decided to put an end to all of this following the end of the Locust War , hence the plot of season 10 coming into play .

I know I haven't really talked about the story itself , but honestly seasons 4 to 10 are easily transcribed onto the GoW storyline that it barely needs any editing . Season 11 to 13 , however , might need some adjustments such as the Federal Government of Chorus being an UIR or COG remnant still in power following the post-war period that is fighting a pointless battle against the Stranded New Republic movement who want to do away with all the ideologies of the past . Little do they know that they are manipulated by a fringe element of the actual COG in order to get easy access to their natural resources . Locust is now named after the enemy that left a very profound psychological scar on him and Fenix might have been a Freelancer reject that has something to prove . Meanwhile the Reds and Blues were being transported by the UIR navy as per a recall order of all surviving Gear assets by the COG and have stumbled upon a minefield planted by the Pirate faction .

I will not touch upon any season or spin-off series after the Chorus Saga since there is no way I can hand wave away time travel shenanigans , godly AI and paradoxes , hence we are pretending they are not real for the time being . Pun not intended .

So yeah , that's the whole darned thing off my chest and ready for any of you to pick up for the price of reading this whole thing . What , did you really think I would actually ask for money ? I am bold , but not that bold .

This has been Greg for Owlman's Previously Owned Ideas . We do not take any responsibility for your blood pressure . We also do no refunds .

Plot bunny - She wasn't her to claim

Aemond is afraid. Of course he is afraid, even though he is a prince who is about to claim what is rightfully his, but this is the situation, the time, the circumstances… It was not meant to be this way.

But what choice does he have? Aegon is mocking him, in the company of these… these… Velaryons. His father doesn't care, and hmother doesn't understand, for she is not of dragon blood, and doesn't feel this yearning for the sky, the loneliness in mind that should be filled by something incomparably greater and inhuman, someone like…

Her. Vhagar, the Dragon Queen, who has sung to him since they landed in Driftmark. She called to him, shining like a beacon in the night, and Aemond knew that he must, must answer her.

He has only one chance, today and now. He may feel like a thief sneaking into the dragon's lair at night, but once he and Vhagar are united, no one will dare offer him a pig again!

"It's him! Jace, it's him!" Aemond hears the girl scream and before he can react, he is hit in the back and knocked to the ground.

Aemond screams, taking a mouthful of sand, when Jacaerys's sharp knee presses into his back.

"What are you doing here?!" his nephew demands, grabbing Aemond by the hair, "What did you want to do with Vhagar?!"

"She's riderless!" Aemond yells back, spitting out sand, "Get off me, you twat!"

Aemond's head is shoved hard into the sand again, and he doesn't scream in pain only because he doesn't want to eat more sand.

"Vhagar is my mother’s dragon!" screams the same girl's voice as before. Now Aemond recognizes it - it's Baela, daughter of Laena and Daemon.

Aemond is floundering on the sand like a fish out of water. This is humiliating and disgusting, and once he gets out of here, he's going to beat the shit out of Jace!

"Vhagar is mine to claim!" the second girl's voice sounds much less confident, and Aemond can't even remember her name, but she's already pissing him off.

Throwing Jace off his back, he kicks him in the side, making him yelp in pain, and answers all four of them gathered here and getting in his way, "Then you should’ve claimed her sooner!"

"B-but… But I…" babbles Rhenya... Naera... Rhaella...? instantly losing her confidence.

"She will claim it, don't doubt it!" Baela answers confidently, pushing her twin in the back, "Go, Rhaena, this is your chance to get a dragon!"

"B-but… Ugh…" Rhaena (so that's her name!) mumbles, looking around as if someone here has an answer to everything.

"Go, go!" Aemond taunts, "Or are you really as cowardly as you look?"

"You…!" Jace yells from the ground, and Aemond kicks him again without looking, still angry about being forced to eat sand.

"Okay, I'll go!" Rhaena answers confidently, and walks forward, leaving her sister, Jace, Luke, and Aemond behind.

A few minutes later, the night is lit up by flames, and behind the roar cannot be heard a child’s scream.

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Like every plot bunny I have, this one ends on a cliffhanger because I have no idea how to continue it. Rhaena is dead, fried to a crisp, and who's to blame? Aemond, of course, because he existed, wanted a dragon, and didn't stop her! Obviously he needs to be beheaded or something!

Except Vhagar already knows her little baby is right there, and will be furious if he's been taken away from her =3

Also, did everyone notice my oh so subtle reference to the typical TB stan argument where they constantly confuses which girl was dragonless at the time? I've lost count of how many times I've read "Vhagar should been claimed by Baela!" and screaming to the screen "you dumb bitch, those girls are DIFFERENT, they're not interchangeable, no matter what Condom says!"

Plot bunny - Battle of the Bastards 0.5

Unlike my usual bunnies, there won't be a whole piece of text here, this one will be more of a set of microtexts, since the goal of the bunny is to be small, and here there will be a whole plot horse, if you give me freedom.

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Rhaenyra received her throne surprisingly without the slightest resistance. Moreover, when she, having received a raven with a message about her father's death, rushed headlong to King's Landing, she did not see either Alicent or her children.

There was no treasury either.

"What do you mean they ran away?!" raged her beloved husband Daemon, demanding answers that no one had.

Being the cowardly dogs that they are, the eldest of Alicent's spawn convinced the rest of his family not to fight the rightful heir for the throne, and fled under cover of night, taking their dragons, the entire treasury and even several relics - including the crown of Aegon the Conqueror and Blackfyre.

Their tracks were lost in Pentos, where Daemon still had connections and pursuing them was not possible - fighting four adult dragons would mean that she would have to leave Westeros, and there was no way she could do that, with her upcoming coronation and her current pregnancy.

Let them rot in the seven hells, buried under stolen gold - Rhaenyra has more important things to do than look for traitors.

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Unfortunately, ruling was something Rhaenyra was not fully prepared for.

Of course, there were circumstances that made ruling difficult - one of her first orders was to raise taxes, which did not earn her the love of the smallfolk.

She tried to get additional money from her vassals, but the richest - the Velaryons and Lannisters - could not help her. The Velaryons paid for the coronation and gave several hundred thousand gold dragons, but this was a drop in the ocean from the previous wealth of the crown and could not pay for all needs. The Lannisters even referred to difficult times and even Daemon's threats did not help to get money.

Daemon even had to go to Braavos and ask for a loan from the Iron Bank. He returned terribly dissatisfied - the crown was denied a loan, and threats did not work again. Her husband even threw an ugly tantrum in their chambers when he returned home.

In addition, this pregnancy was harder for her than the previous ones. But Rhaenyra was sure it was just her age and the fact that she was expecting Visenya - girls were harder than boys, weren't they?

Perhaps a small feast would help. It would cheer up Daemon and Jace, who had been complaining about the increased workload of his studies lately.

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Visenya's birth marked the end of Queen Rhaenyra's short reign, which had lasted less than half a year. Having given birth to an ugly, monstrous baby almost a month premature, the queen died a few days later, perishing in childbed fever.

Her heir, Prince Jacaerys Targaryen, ascended the throne with his queen Baela, combining the coronation and wedding to save money from the never-replenished treasury.

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It had not been easy to rule for Jace, though he could only admit that to Baela and his brothers. Daemon, having lost Rhaenyra, had gone on a rampage, ignoring his stepsons and his own children, spending his time in brothels and taverns, drowning his sorrows in wine, whores, fights, and flying on Caraxes.

The treasury was still empty, and the realm was constantly grumbling under the high taxes. Jace was constantly tired from juggling ruling and his lessons, and he periodically made mistakes that the Small Council corrected, making him feel humiliated. The loss of his mother still felt like a physical wound on his soul.

But the worst of it?

The Small Council and the courtiers did not show him the respect he deserved. Of course, he couldn’t specifically point his finger at the dismissive attitude, but it was felt. In their looks, in their movements, in their silences.

They all thought Jace unworthy of the throne because he was a bastard.

Jace almost ordered the execution of some of the most outspoken in their disgust, but Grandmother Rhaenys talked him out of it. Baela was also all for demonstrating power through violence, too much like her father in that regard.

So Jace can only seethe in silence, sometimes taking it out on his wife and family, unable to do anything about it.

He is his mother's rightful heir, he is the blood of a dragon, he is a dragon rider, he is the ancestor of the promised prince - so why should he suffer the humiliation of sheep?

* * *

The delicate balance collapses with the death of Daemon.

The murder of Daemon.

Having gone on one of his sprees, he was eventually found in one of the alleys of Flea End, with his throat slit and his pockets emptied.

The Dark Sister has also disappeared.

As has Caraxes, who leaves the Dragonpit just three days after the death of his rider, with an unknown man with silver-gold hair on his back.

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It's a cliffhanger ending, but that's how it was intended, thank you very much.

I actually have no idea where the story is going, so if someone decides to adopt the story, I'd love to read their take on it.

Here's what's left out. Daemon met his end at the hands of his own bastard - or bastard by Viserys, his mother couldn't say for sure. The boy was named Bael, but he chose to change his name to Baelon, more regal and therefore more worthy of him. So it's not Bael Waters who's claiming Caraxes, but Baelon Darksister, claimant to the Iron Throne.

He decided that if there's a bastard on the throne, why not another bastard try his hand at being king? Rhaenyra is dead, Daemon met his end at his hands, the Greens are gone from sight. His only threat is Rhaenys and Meleys, the other dragons are too small to stand against him and Caraxes.

Westeros is set for another Dance of the Dragons, this time between the Blacks and the Reds, and the outcome is not as clear as it seems, given that Baelon has raised his own army under his own banner - a black dragon on a scarlet background. An army of outcast bastards like himself, ready to take what is due to them - after all, if the crown now belongs to one bastard, why can't another bastard become a lord or the next king?

Plot Bunny - Jace took Harvin's lessons a little too close to heart

This plot bunny is destined for the stew, because I simultaneously under-squeezed and over-squeezed it. According to the original idea, purely logically, Aemond should die (you'll understand later), but the thought of it almost gave me a heart attack, a stroke, and thirteen seizures at once. You will take my little beloved son only by digging up my grave and tearing him from my rotting hands. So realism goes somewhere where I have never been and will not, okay?

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"You will die screaming in flames just as your father did!" Aemond growls, holding a stone over little Luke's head. Jace's eyes dart between the stone and his brother, looking warily at his uncle, who has just managed to fight off the three of them and take a hostage. However, as soon as he hears this threat, his face immediately changes - from confused and fearful, it becomes attentive and focused.

"My father’s still alive!" Luke yells, and suddenly Aemond has no interest in threatening physical violence. No, his sharp-tongued uncle has better things to do - while he loved a good fight, consistently winning in his training, he found his true calling in taunts and threats, putting his mind before his sword.

Jace feels his blood boiling like a true dragon's - he's not a cold-blooded seahorse, is he? He's the son of a dragon princess and Harwin Strong. He's lost a father he won't be allowed to mourn, a father he never knew as a parent. More than that, it means he's a bastard, a sin in the eyes of the gods and other men, and everyone, everyone knows it - and Uncle Aemond isn't shy about saying it out loud.

"He doesn’t know, does he, Lord Strong?" Aemond sneers, and that's the last straw for him.

Jace draws his dagger and charges into battle. Aemond throws Luke towards him, and Jace, without much tenderness, throws his younger brother, who had just been choked and almost hit in the head with a rock, aside so that he would not be in the way.

A swing, another swing of the blade - all misses. Aemond is too fast, too agile, even though they are the same age, but the level of combat skills is simply unattainably different in his uncle's favor.

Jace remembers what his father Harvin Strong taught him, and, dodging a rock aimed at his head, strikes again with the dagger, this time faster, more accurately, and harder. And hits.

Aemond does not scream. He gasps weakly, strangled, and sinks to the ground, pressing his hand to the hilt of the dagger protruding from his stomach.

The cave shakes with the deafening, enraged roar of Vhagar.

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The idea, basically, is this: what if Jace had stabbed Aemond in the gut? In canon (BOOK! IT'S THE ONLY CANON I RECOGNIZE! show just gives me characters, a few scenes, and a distaste for life), Vhagar went nuts when her boy got his eye cut out. If Aemond thinks he's dying, the old war criminal lady will burn half of Driftmark before she can be calmed down, and the whole island will be fucked if Aemond actually dies.

But he won't die, because plot armor will suddenly appear, the maesters will patch him up better than a Swiss hospital, because Corlys will do anything to save any part of his house, and because I fucking said so.

There's no denying that this was an assassination attempt on Jace's part anymore - it's weird that the show doesn't say anything about it. How will the investigation go in this case, who is right, who is guilty, and who should get what cut off as punishment? I don't know, but it will be fun =)

PS. English, if you ever come back with the milk you went for, I will throw you out, we barely knew each other, but you made me so many children =/

Plot bunny - Daemyra meets the consequences of passion on the beach

Okay, this isn't my usual yapping about how I desperately want to ask HBO to provide the public with a report on the show's expenses and find out how much they pay those nine monkeys with typewriters and one college student with three other jobs who are posing as the House of the Dragon writing team.

But one thing leads to another, so I'm thinking about how convenient it is for Daemon and Rhaenyra to indulge their fetish for public intercourse, and somehow no one found them at all, even though they were not just simple servants, and they couldn't just disappear for a whole night without someone noticing.

And if someone had found them? Maybe someone like Laenor Velaryon?

Laenor, mad with grief, having almost drowned himself a few hours ago, and unable to sleep, escapes from surveillance and goes wandering around Driftmark and the surrounding area. He can't help but think about how his sister died, the one he hadn't seen in years but loved so much; how scared and desperate she was when she couldn't give birth herself, and how much pain she must have suffered; how she spent her last moments in agony and terror. He lost his sister and the nephew who killed her, and whom he almost hates, but knows Laena would never forgive him for those feelings.

And now he stumbles upon his wife and brother-in-law fucking like wild animals on the sand, hidden from the world by a rotten boat hulk. From the world, but not from Laenor.

A part of Laenor understands what these two feel, and is happy for them. His marriage to Rhaenyra was an arrangement that grew into friendship, but never into love; his true love died on the floor of the feast hall, beaten to death by the hands of Criston Cole. He is happy for her, finding solace in their cold, empty marriage, first in Harvin and now in the man she has desired for decades.

He is happy for Daemon. They are friends as much as they are family, which is rare in their houses. They fought together in the Stepstones, and Laenor was happy for them and Laena, the kind of man he would have wished for his sister - almost, Daemon had an unfinished gestalt with his niece, so it was not perfect. But Laena was happy, or sounded so in her letters, so Laenor accepted it as it was. True, now Laenor is more inclined to hate Daemon for laughing at the funeral, but Daemon is Daemon, and someday the pain of loss will pass and Laenor will be able to look at him again without disgust.

But this part is small, quiet, and immediately drowned out by the anger, fury and betrayal rising inside like a storm wave. How dare they! At the funeral of Laena! His sister! Who died giving birth to Daemon's son! Died far from home, far from her family! Daemon didn't even bring her body, just charred bones!! The coffin didn't even touch the seabed, and these two had already stuck together with their crotches!!! HOW DARE THEY HOW DARE THEY HOW DARE THEY!!!

And Laenor, in whom a sea of ​​hatred rages, takes up the blade. He doesn't think about anything, doesn't understand what he's doing, but he knows that these two people, half-naked and shuddering with vile pleasure, are his and Laena's traitors. They are monsters, and Laenor doesn't understand how he could have considered these two his friends.

Daemon Targaryen is still a rogue prince even with his pants down, and Laenor was never considered the best swordsman, at best a good one. Rhaenyra screams at them to come to their senses, but it's no use to Laenor. Daemon dodges the sword, disarms Laenor, but it's doesn't help at all - Velaryon does not listen, his eyes are empty and dark with hatred, he rushes at Daemon empty-handed, wanting to hurt him, just as he and Rhaenyra did to him and Laena.

And Daemon makes a mistake - he, a skilled warrior, underestimates Laenor's rage, and when he swings his blade, intended to drive Velaryon away, he pierces him. Laenor does not die quickly enough - he screams in pain and anger, screams so loudly that he attracts the attention of the guards, who were alerted when it became clear that Corlys' son had disappeared and every servant and guard rushed to search for him.

And what a picture the guards find - the heir of Lord Velaryon, husband of the crown princess and the father of her children, future king consort, Laenor Velaryon, agonizing on the dirty sand. Daemon, shirtless and with unbuttoned pants, with a bloody sword in his hands. And Princess Rhaenyra herself, Laenor's wife, looking at what is happening in horror, wrapped in a dress with loose lacing and pulled off her shoulders, disheveled and covered in sand.

The events that followed have not yet come together in my head in any confident way, there are so many possible consequences.

Rhaenyra and Daemon are caught at the crime scene with bloody hands, one of them not even metaphorically. Denying the fact of murder and sexual intimacy is simply stupid.

Rhaenyra has two options:

1) Lie about how she and Daemon were enthusiastically doing a vertical tango on the beach as soon as they had the chance. She will wring her hands, roll her eyes, and start crying about how her evil uncle tried to take advantage of her, and how the noble and fearless Laenor rushed to her rescue. No one will believe her, of course, but the consequences will be mostly laid on Daemon. He won't be executed as a kinslayer, because Viserys is a spineless whiner, but he will be sent to the Wall.

2) Stand with her uncle and go for broke, and if they die together, they will die together. Again, Viserys' spine is a monkey noodle, he will never kill his sweet daughter in his life, and will try to leave her as his heir, because she is the daughter of the woman he once cut up like a pig in a slaughterhouse.

In any case, what will happen for sure in any case is a complete loss of the Velaryon support for Rhaenyra, Luke losing his rights to inherit Driftmark and the Velaryon name in favor, most likely, of Baela, the loss of Daemon's rights to his daughters - this will be one of Corlys' first demands to the crown, he will not allow the only thing left of his daughter and children in general to remain in the hands of the man who killed his son. All of Westeros will discuss and condemn the actions of the Princess of Whores, Uncle's Delight, for many years. It would take a miracle for Viserys to leave her as his heir, but will he succeed, and what kind of reign awaits a woman with such a background?

Anyone want to add anything that I might have missed?

P.S. If someone wants to use my idea and turn it into a fanfic, be my guest, just tag me, and left a link in the comments down below, I REALLY want to read a story with such a plot =)

PPS. English can kiss my ass me in that scary and dark place where I learned it through sheer force

Remember when we ate glass? That day we were so invincible it seemed the only thing to do. Funny such a thought can be shattered at the same moment our throats were. You were screaming, clawing at your flesh and gagging, eyes bulging and wet zigzags down cheeks. But I just swallowed, felt the clink in my stomach. Sucked the edges into my edges and used them to sharpen my tongue, sharpen my mind and sharpen my heart.

It hurt me too, you know. It hurt me too.