#dying fire

[flvffyimp]

to calm myself down from the incoming tropical storm, i did some shiny eeveelution remakes!

Base by ErbyDraws on insta!

[sigery]

The idea of dying fire sneaking into the void party with black stars help to apologize to as many beans as he can, and then when gluttony asks why the hell he snuck in because that’s a really weird and strangely sketchy way to approach to apologize to people. He’s just like “oh because blue moon is kind of holding me hostage out of spite and won’t let me leave”

Gluttony just slowly nods because that didn't answer his question. He already knew about the hostage situation. The only new information he got was dying fire has some amount of remorse, weather it's sincere remorse or "please stop it, I'm sorry" remorse remains to be seen. A good first step at least?

[raguna-blade]

Radio B and B: Episode 1

@flashfictionfridayofficial​ congrats on your 100th Prompt.

Hello hello dear listeners to the space betwixt sleep and death, between dreams and reality.

This is Radio B and B, coming to you live.

It's been too long hasn't it? Or not long enough if you were to believe some of our call in members. Tonight, here at the edge of creation and before the black of time we have quite the show for you.

Ah but who am I? For some of you this is our first meeting and it would be all too rude to not introduce myself.

For the space of this program, you may call me The Host, and if you would I would greatly appreciate it.

Now then, for tonights theme...

Oh yes, quite the dramatic one isn't it? I teased it last time, but perhaps I was a touch too oblique if even our long time thinkers couldn't puzzle it out.

'Who took too great a fall' is not the most detailed, but I will admit to playing a bit of a trick on you all. Many of our viewers gave answers such as the Morning Star, Humpty Dumpty, and Even that most unfortunate fellow in the southern most tip of the planet Earth who had a rather unpleasant meeting with the ground following a teleportation trip gone quite awry.

The trick, of course, was that I was speaking not of an individual, but a group.

Tonight, we ask the question, What makes a Fallen Angel?

Yes yes, I can feel your disdain already. Them, again? Do they not have enough of a stranglehold on our era? Is their time in the sun not far too long?

But my dear listeners, I do not think that is so! For what is a fallen angel if not a Steward of this World and others? Those born and bred to guide and protect, for whom the idea justice is not mere creed but makes up the deepest and sweetest aspects of them, down to the blood and bone?

Can you not think of one in your life who fits the description? An Idol you found lacking, a hero who became their own darkest mirror, a god mired in the muck of right and wrong?

Yes that's what I thought.

So!

The thought of it is quite alien to me dear viewer. I am, such as I am, a being who cannot do much more than observe. The taste and feel of the thought of falling makes no sense to me, though I can puzzle it out in a logical sense. I'm sure some would be quite entertained if I were to go into it but I'm afraid this isn't The Host's Personal Musing Hour, though perhaps I should pencil it in for the next one.

No, This is Radio B and B, which means of the viewers now is the time, now is the place, and if you would give a light preference to those who are new It would be most kind of you to let them reach out first to speak if they will.

And...

Here we go! Welcome, Welcome, and I believe you are a first time reader?

“That's correct,” the thing in the appearance of a young lady said.

Wonderful. And do you have thoughts as to the question?

The Thing nodded.

“I was...Well I am one of them, so I thought, perhaps I would be the best to answer this question.” the fallen angel said.

Oh ho! I understand. Would this be a personal tale or more...?

“The thing of it is, It's not the same for everyone?”

Not a universal experience hm?

“Not in the least. In the old days, when I was young I mean, the only ones who ever fell were well...Evil.”

Subjectively?

“Objectively. Or, I mean, I suppose that's not quite right. They were disobedient in many cases, of the rules put forth by our creator, but in many ways that disobedience lead to hurt and harm so I thought, we all thought, oh this is evil. This is wrong.”

It is hard to say what is an acceptable level of harm before it crosses over from needs or fun into well...

“Yeah. But things were simpler then. At the dawn of things, or at that dawn at least, it was straight forward. Life was hard, it was brutal, it was short. For mortals, for those part of the whole...of everything I suppose, it was hard enough to simply survive. So to harm your fellows, oh it was wrong. Punishment was necessary. Justice must be meted.”

It did not stay so?

“I don't think it ever was, but we, I was young. Like kids, we made assumptions, and for most of us who stayed at the time...At the time we simply understood our creator to be correct, and didn't need to put forward additional thought. This was life, this was our lot, and it wasn't going to change.”

And then it did.

The Fallen Angel nods.

“What do you understand of theft, if I may ask?”

Hm? Well, it's the taking of what doesn't belong to you.

“Right. For me, the moment I can pin to my descent, was that by the rules of it all, theft was theft was theft. That's how I understood it at least. So when a thief made it past the gates I was...Livid. They were a thief! They Stole!”

A plain offense.

“As simple as flying yes. And yet I was told, no, this was fine. It was acceptable here. But why? It made no sense that this thief, that they were somehow deserving of all this when they had done what was objectively wrong. And uh...Here's where I went awry.”

Because of thieves?

“Because I didn't understand everything. Mortals are built different from us. They have a distinct inability to know and that leads to problems. It leads to errors, it leads to dirty dealings. Unlike us, well, we knew so there was no way we could be wrong.”

And your creator told you this?

“You know, no they didn't. In fact, I think in some ways, our orders were a test we failed, at least those of us who stayed without giving it a further thought. We listened, and we knew, and what we did with that knowledge was...Nothing. Not unless ordered. Not unless it fell within a strict set of rules that we viewed the world, viewed creation through. While remaining Angels, we could not fall, we could not disobey.”

And what did your creator tell you?

“To protect them. To love them. Guide them when they walked off the path, though we were no more told the path than they were in truth. But to falling.”

To falling.

“Theft was wrong, and so, obviously, I would see to it all thieves were punished dutifully. Before they died.”

Oh.

“Right? My thought was, well if they died and made it, they were technically fine, and technicallities were well..Failure states. Perfection shown to be imperfect. But while they were alive, well, I could see to it as I pleased, within bounds. After all they were thieves.”

The Fallen Angel laughs.

“It was so stupid. But I kept up with that for so long, punishing thieves as I came across them, until one day I realized...What's theft?”

Taking something that doesn't belong to you.

“Of course! If you take something that doesn't belong to you, then you're a thief. So, by that logic, after you've exchanged something, simple words, goods, services, whatever, it was no longer theft. It was as easy as saying someone could have something and that was it.”

I must confess I'm not quite following you at the moment.

“Well, if you made something, it's yours right?”

Certainly.

“And if you made it for someone, it's theirs.”

It follows.

“And what if you made something for someone, but you were not well...Compensated properly? What if you were forced into the situation? Was it still something exchanged if you were already compelled?”

A tad murkier I think.

“A lot murkier. But what I realized was many of the people I was inflicting justice upon could not be thieves by the definitions I used. They were the ones being stolen from, so for them to take what was stolen back was...Complicated. The act was theft, but the act wasn't theft, but was it still theft if you stole from the thief that robbed you in the first place?”

A classic logic error.

“Yeah....I uh...Did not handle it well.”

That sounds encouraging.

“I dropped a meteor.”

You handled it, I will say, spectacularly.

The Fallen Angel laughs, with a slight edge of panic.

“See the problem with knowing, which no one ever will tell you about when they do, is that when you know, it's extremely easy to justify anything. That doesn't make you right, though you may in fact be right. And I looked at what existed of creation then and there, and realized there was no way that as things were that things would be likely to improve. Likely to improve. Not certain, but likely.”

Ah. I think I understand.

“Without some massive shock to the system, the mortals of those times were almost certain to continue on forever. So I opted to give it the shock it needed.”

And that's when you fell.

“Yeah. If the world was to stay the same, if I were to guide and protect and all that, I couldn't merely prevent. I couldn't...Well, it didn't matter really. I was wrong. That's not what caused me to fall though.”

The meteor was not sufficient to cause you to fall.

“Oh no the meteor was definitely enough, but that wasn't the bit that did it. When I thought This is wrong, it needs to change, that's when it happened. I no longer knew, because I had my doubts and that, I think, was what did it.”

The doubt?

“Yeah. I won't make excuses for my bad actions, they were wrong, but the moment I thought that things could never improve, that I actively disbelieved in it? I fell in an instant.”

That seems rather cruel.

“It would seem it right? But I think I get it now. The world wasn't certain to continue on that way. But I knew, or rather I knew, that it would. I couldn't believe in something better. And that's the trick, though I wish I had the revelation over something more chill like never thinking I'd get a better pastry or something like that. It'd be cuter at least.”

Agreed.

“But, for Angels at least, or at least my kin, Knowledge isn't the same thing as Believing in something. And while we are up there, we know it all, so we can't really believe in it. There's no...Core to it really. It's empty.”

When you say empty you mean...?

“In the same way I could persecute thieves for stealing, while not thinking further and wondering what it really means to thieve, merely knowing doesn't do anything for you If you don't have something to do with it. Like...There was this book I liked, though I'm not sure when it was written in relation to here-”

Yes.

“But basically you KNOW the sun will come up the next day, but that's not really true. Any number of things could happen between the time you close your eyes. The wider universe could snuff it all out in an instant. You Believe the sun will rise, but that necessitates being able to doubt the sun would rise in way. But because of that, you can believe in bigger, better, and stronger things than mere facts. But this leads to errors, it leads to bad actors, it leads to well...The murkiness of life.”

And this murkiness then is what you think goes into the making of fallen angels like yourself?

“Yeah. It's...Well I suppose it's not very exciting. And maybe I explained myself poorly?”

Oh no, I think not in fact. Though, I fear our time is coming to an end. For you at least. I believe you'll be awake in a few moments actually.

“Oh is tha-

A wonderful guest they were. Well listeners, what thoughts have you on the subject? Did you learn something, or find their answers as infuriating as the insects that crawl across your skin? Did a new door open up for you, or slam shut as the heartbeat begins again.

Today was a shorter program than most, but then that's how it is on Radio B and B.

Until the next time.

[a-poets-nightmares]

Prompt: " a dying fire "

You can hear the pop and crackle of the small flames. Now easier to hear considering the light isn't as distracting. The flames no longer dancing a joyous tune. Starting to simmer and wither away. The wood burned to a crisp with there being more ash then actual wood. The flame though small, burned red hot. The smoke is dwindling down but you can still smell the sent of maple wood and lighter fluid mingling in the air like the friendliest of enemies. The crickets song now more clear in the quiet night. The flames now barely lit fight against the cold wind struggling with the strong gusts until all that is left is charred coals still hot enough to burn and scar. The flame now gone along with the smoke ; the night cold and young but peaceful even without the crackling of a flame.

[writingsofwesteros]

What if Roose is a little cruel?

He begins to notice that changes in her body. He knows she’s with child. So he tells her…. If she serves him willingly and well enough… maybe he’ll let her go

She actually thinks she has a chance

And she does. She drops to her knees and sucks his cock eagerly without a second thought. She bends over and moves her hips. She begs for him as if she was the one who initiated all this. She bounces on his cock and moans and gasps when he pinches her nipples.

The cruelest part of the trick… she can’t even say she hates it. But it’s all to escape. At least until he one day draws attention to the sensitivity of her breasts. The slight change in her midsection. It’s already much too late

She’s carrying this man’s child. She used to be a princess and know she’s a whore, soon to be swollen with a lord’s bastard.

And shamefully, when he takes her again she doesn’t stop him. She responds to his touch.

She hates how unfair it is. She’s not his wife. He’s under no obligation to give her peace during her pregnancy and he doesn’t. He still ravages her poor hole even as her womb grows. Sometimes he mocks her about it. How shameful.

She feels even as if her body betrays her. Because some part of her enjoys it. It doesn’t take much for her to get wet as she feels him sink into her again. With the hormones, she’s hardly in her right mind by the end of her pregnancy. Actually asking her lord to take her, just one more time. Begging him even.

She will feel shame for this later. But now as he holds her hips and calls her a pathetic whore is a mother, she doesn’t care. She just moans and moves against him.

So very mean!

He is so harsh and uncaring for the most part, whilst keeping her protected from the other Lords and lower men around him.

He did not want to share her

[writingsofwesteros]

What if the girl almost tried escaping again? Attempting to wrap a blanket around herself and stumble out. Except Roose sees her. And she sees him.

She attempts to run. But her legs are so unsteady. And it amuses him. Watching her try to escape him. Her legs shaking from the days of fucking he subjected her to. As she tries covering her body in only a blanket to protect from the cold.

She really does try. But she can only fall to her knees. She tries to crawl away. But Roose uncovers her body.

Maybe he’ll take her again in the snow. Push her breasts in it to torment her. Saying if she wants to be warm, she knows what action would warm her body again. And she’s so tired.

She feels nothing like a Princess. As Lord Bolton once again pushes his hard cock into her raw achy cunt. She lies naked in the snow. Instead feeling like a common whore, stripped outside a northern brothel. Because he didn’t force her this time. She moved her hips sand asked him to make her warm again. She offered her body willingly. And how shameful it is. He knows it too and he taunts her. Describing to her the feeling of her insides. How easy they are to fuck. She’s got a whore’s cunt. And so a whore is what she’ll be.

She knows he’ll take her back to his chambers. And some part of her knows he won’t be letting her go. So as he thrusts in she moves her hips obediently

She really needs to stop running.

He would taunt her that she does it on purpose just to have him punish her because she's a little whore.

She won't be coming out of his chambers until baby Ramsay is born

[writingsofwesteros]

How do you think Roose would go about taking her? Would he just get her to let her guard down?

I think in the end, he’d make a choice. And decide as lord, why not use her body for himself.

She should’ve expected it. She almost managed to avoid it. She had been considering staying. Until she realized where she remembers those banners from. And which lord is the one who took her in. She decided to begin preparations to move on. But she should’ve moved with more urgency. Instead she mentioned to Roose how she would soon trouble him no longer.

A mistake.

She meets him in the halls late at night. Very surprised. But he figured they’d cross paths sooner. He has only one intention in this moment. And nothing could have prepared her for what he intends to do with her right here in these halls

Instead she mentioned to Roose how she would soon trouble him no longer. The worst mistake she will ever make that cements her destiny.

He may even warn her of a storm..it might be best if she stays here - if only for a week or two.

She does not know that he plans to have her round with his babe before this week is finished .

[writingsofwesteros]

Dying fire: Would Roose present himself as non threatening at first? I don’t think he’d be particularly warm. But when a strange girl shows up at the Dreadfort asking only for shelter, he doesn’t turn her away. He doesn’t seem interested. But he notices something. After she makes one fatal mistake

She moves close to the fire. And unwraps some of her clothing. Exposing enough of one very distinct feature of hers. Her pale white hair.

She doesn’t take a moment to think. A moment and she might have recognized the banners. Or she might have remembered she doesn’t enjoy the protection of House Targaryen anymore. She’s one woman, alone in these halls. And she’s just revealed a crucial detail of herself to the wrong person.

And now she’s caught his interest.

He might be more willing to let her stay the night now. At first he just decides to keep her nearby. She could be a useful bargaining chip. For whatever the blood of the dragon is worth these days.

However… if he happens to catch a glimpse of her wearing clothes that show her figure more, he might get an idea for another thing he can do while he keeps her here

She entered his lands. And now resides in his hall. She’s no royal now. And if he wanted something…. What would truly stop him from taking it?

ALL OF THIS! He'll play the game and use her for what he desires in that moment as well as thinking 10 steps ahead of house useful she can be.

She's just so grateful for shelter and does not see the signs of danger coming her way. She was too used to her gold, gilded cage.