#kingslayer au

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ive been wanting to re design emmies satbk design and i finally got around to it!!! is this turning into an entire au?? perhaps!!

[mushroomminded]

had to kill the resolution

Attack for THIS GUY! -> @fundeadasylum

[mrgrtvll]

come closer

the forest does not like to be named. it tolerates it, sometimes. allows the shapes of things to be spoken aloud, lets meaning settle just long enough for mortals to pretend they understand where they are. but it does not belong to language. it does not belong to anyone.

he should not be here. this is the only thing that feels certain. not the path, which shifts when he tries to follow it. not the light, which fractures and reforms in ways that do not match the sky above it. not even his own footsteps, which sound too soft, too distant, like they are happening somewhere slightly to the side of him.

and yet -- he is here. bright with it. carrying something warm and stubborn through a place that does not keep warmth for long.

for a moment, something small slips through the edges of him -- soft fur, a flash of green eyes, the quiet, steady presence of something that once followed at his heels. it is gone before it can settle. it always is.

the clearing is not hidden. it is waiting.

the air tightens as he steps into it. not colder. not heavier. just closer.

and at the center of it -- a man.

no.

not a man.

he knows that before the thought finishes forming. knows it in the same way he knows to breathe, to move, to reach for light even when it isn’t there. something in him recognizes the shape of wrongness and calls it familiar.

the figure turns.

he does not look surprised.

that is the second thing that feels certain.

there is no crown. there does not need to be. something in the air arranges itself around him anyway, quiet and absolute. the light bends wrong at his shoulders. the space at his back refuses to settle.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he says.

it is not a warning. it is not a question. it is simply --

true.

he should leave. the thought arrives clean, immediate, untouched by hesitation. he does not move.

the king watches him.

his gaze is steady. curious, almost, but not in the way people are curious. in the way something old might look at something new and already know how it ends.

somewhere far above the canopy, in a place that does not quite exist unless you are looking for it, something leans closer.

it does not intervene.

it only observes.

“come closer,” the king says.

it is not a command. it lands like one anyway.

he takes a step.

error: instruction conflict.

the word means nothing to him. the feeling does. something in him pulls back, sharp and instinctive, like touching heat.

something else --

leans in.

the distance closes.

up close, the wrongness sharpens. not monstrous. not unnatural in any way that can be pointed to and named. just precise. too precise. like he has been placed here on purpose, and everything around him has agreed.

“what is your name,” the king asks.

the answer rises immediately. it always does. a reflex. a certainty. something bright and familiar, something that feels like it belongs to sunlight and open space and the sound of something laughing without reason.

it catches.

for a moment, it does not come.

the king smiles.

it is a small thing. barely there. but it shifts the shape of everything around it.

“that’s all right,” he says, voice soft with something that feels too much like understanding. “i can give you one.”

the forest stills.

and in the quiet, something settles into place. not a word. not a thought. something deeper. something that feels like it has always been waiting for this exact moment to exist.

he does not know what he is supposed to do.

he knows what he is going to do.

he steps closer.

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@mushroomminded can't stop forcing me to make comics with her cool ideas and art fight attacks (she did not force me, I am doing this of my own volition)

anyways yayyy emo angels yayyyyyyyyyyy (this is supposed to go hand in hand with the comic already made here)

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Terrible Fic Idea #77: Rhaegar Wins, but make it Indigo Montoya

One of the things I think is not addressed enough in Rhaegar Wins AUs is the fact that, for a fair portion of the Seven Kingdoms, the narrative of Robert's Rebellion reads: the crown prince of Westeros kidnapped the daughter of a Great House, raped her, and gained a crown for it. Which is not a flattering picture of a ruler, no matter how much PR he spins about Lyanna wanting be kidnapped.

Or: What if Jon Snow, raised as his uncle's bastard, grew up wanting to take revenge for his aunt's rape and murder?

Aka: The Jon the Just Fic

Just imagine it:

Rhaegar wins the Battle of the Trident, slaying Robert Baratheon in single combat. He takes his army and the remnants of the rebel forces willing to bend the knee to King's Landing, where he forces his father to step down. The Mad King is imprisoned in Dragonstone and dies shortly thereafter under circumstances that aren't nearly as mysterious as later historians claim.

Newly crowned King Rhaegar sends a pardoned Ned Stark to retrieve Lyanna from the Tower of Joy... but after Lyanna dies in childbirth, Ned disguises her son as his own and tells the new king both died in childbed.

Jon's childhood follows canon closely, albeit perhaps with a more melancholy air. He grows up hearing the story of how the man that is now king kidnapped and raped Lyanna before leaving her to die, and rages. His aunt deserves justice for what happened to her and any other man would have been sent to the Wall for his crimes - and this coming on the heels of what Aerys II did to his uncle and grandfather.

And so Jon, from a young age, decides that if the world won't give his aunt justice, he'll get it for her.

This decision is only made stronger when, circa 293 AC, he overhears Ned and Benjen arguing in the catacombs over the former's choice to keep Jon's true parentage from him.

And so when the royal court comes north as part of a grand tour of Westeros circa 295 AC, Jon convinces Arthur Dayne to take him on as squire, quite against the wishes of his uncle Ned.

For the next 15 years Jon plots. He very quickly becomes the best knight of his generation through sheer dedication to the art. He learns to wield every weapon he can, preferring the bastard sword but more than capable with a pair of knives, and wins his first tourney before he's even knighted. And though he can sing and dance with he best of them, he has little care for them - he'd much rather be in in the practice yard.

In short: he appears to be a single-minded warrior whom many in the court consider quite dull, but who is more than worthy of being named Kingsguard circa 305 AC - and appears next in line to be its Lord Commander.

By 310 AC, Jon has not only gained the confidence of his fellow Kingsguard to guard the king alone, he’s learned everything there is to know about Lyanna's abduction. Armed with this knowledge, he finally - finally - takes his revenge.

He slays King Rhaegar in his sleep, not bothering to wake the man to let him know why he is being killed - he doesn't deserve the consideration. Jon then continues to stand watch outside the door until shift change, then goes back to the White Tower and kills Gerold Hightower, Oswell Whent, and Arthur Dayne for helping to kidnap and imprison his mother. His task done, Jon cleans his weapons, and goes to the Godswood to wait.

Aegon and the remaining Kingsguard find him in the Godswood when the sun is high in the sky. They expect a confrontation. They do not expect to see Jon sitting with his back against the tree, waiting for them.

It's an even bigger shock when Aegon demands to know why Jon - who he'd considered a friend all these years - had done such a thing. "He kidnapped my mother," Jon says. "He kidnapped her and raped her and left her to die in the desert far from home. Any other man would have been sent to the Wall. Instead he gained a crown and used it to tell the world she wanted it. Such a man does not deserve to be king."

A trial follows. It should be the most sensational trial the Seven Kingdoms has ever seen - not descending into the level of farce, but used as a vehicle for all the problems Westeros has faced since the Conquest. Though some chose sides based on who they think is right, most split along existing political lines that mirror Robert's Rebellion and the War of Five Kings.

Jon had fully expected to be put to death for regicide, but after all the evidence is given the judges are gridlocked. They're forced to declare trial by combat - which Jon, being the best swordsman of his generation, wins handedly. He's free - if no longer a member of the Kingsguard.

He is, in fact, now King Aegon VI's heir after Aegon's only son, Daeron - Rhaegar always having claimed Lyanna as his second wife. The crown cannot claim otherwise without calling into question how willing Lyanna's abduction was.

Things come to a head when a group of Aegon's supporters get into a drunken altercation with a group of Jon's supporters on the streets of King's Landing. Several are killed - including a handful of well-connected heirs on either side.

War breaks out.

Jon very quickly finds himself at the head of an army for a crown he doesn't want - he had, in fact, been saying his goodbyes to his uncle and cousins in Winterfell before planning to take the Black, when the lords of the North declare him the rightful King of Westeros. In the end Robb convinces him to fight - not for the throne, but for all the people Targaryen rule has hurt who were unable to seek justice.

Both sides are evenly matched. The battles which rage are destructive but ultimately fruitless, with neither side able to gain significant advantage over the other.

Jon and Aegon VI finally meet in battle at the Trident, in almost the exact place where Robert and Rhaegar met in single combat. They fight and though Jon ultimately carries the day, he dies of his wounds before the night is out.

Back in King's Landing, Aegon VI's ten-year-old son is very quickly crowned Daeron III. Perhaps in an ideal world his mother, the beloved Queen Daenerys, and his regency council would have been able to restore order - but both are soon deposed by Viserys III, who, seeing weakness, seizes power for himself.

Viserys, proving himself to be every bit as cruel, vain, and greedy here as in canon, sets out to punish those who rebelled against the crown - to some success, having a staunch ally in Twyin Lannister, whose daughter Cersei he married after his first wife, Princess Rhaenys, died in childbirth some years earlier.

But eventually this cruelty proves too much, and soon Viserys is being called a second Maegor - and this time there is no rival claimant to the throne. Viserys has no children, no living nieces or nephews or siblings, and most everyone else with a drop of Targaryen blood has been killed in the Rebellions or the Reprisals. To find an alternative heir one has to look to the descendants of Maron Martell or Elaena Targaryen, so far removed as not to count.

And so the Great Houses of Westeros form a Quintuple Alliance - Houses Lannister and Greyjoy not being included for obvious reasons, and House Baratheon having been killed off and replaced by a Targaryen loyalist - that eventually manages to depose Viserys. Then they order the Iron Throne destroyed and dissolve the Seven Kingdoms, ending the Targaryen Dynasty once an for all.

Bonuses include: 1) Ned never realizing that Jon was aware of his true parentage until he's summoned to court to watch Jon stand trial for killing King Rhaegar and three brother Kingsguard. He should be torn between pleasure that Lyanna finally has her justice and anger that Jon has disgraced his vows this way - and eventually dies in Viserys' Reprisals without having decided how to feel about his nephew; 2) The ultimate bromance between Jon and Aegon as they grow from squires to knights together. It should be a true and honest friendship only slightly marred by Jon's knowledge of what his plans will do to his half-brother, and should make Jon's apparent betrayal all the worse for Aegon; and 3) The simmering pot of Westerosi politics scarcely needing an excuse to boil over. House Targaryen built an empire on the backs of dragons - and never learned how to keep it after losing them. The breakup of the Seven Kingdoms should be seen as both inevitable (to the reader) and unthinkable (to the characters).

And that's it. That's all I have. As always, feel free to adopt this plot bunny, just link back if you do anything with it.

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[yb-cringe]

You // You two-timing // Cheap, lyin’ // Wannabe // You’re a fool // If you thought I’d just let this go (…) You // You dug your own grave now lie in it

@starcrossedkaiju : Yeah the Kingslayer AU? its not a villain arc its more empowerment and—

Me, already making a villain style art piece:🧍‍♂️

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[starcrossedkaiju]

Fuck it I’m posting this because the AU is not dead. I just like giving crumbs that leave things up to interpretation.

[cyans-stardust]

Jack be nimble. Jack be quick...