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He thought Lancelot would confess his love directly, whether through a tender kiss in the dead of night or earnestly declare he loved him after yet another near-death experience. Instead, it ended up being simple. All he said was, "I know you."
So I haven't seen HotD season three yet (Gonna buy it for my GF when it comes out on DVD)
But I saw someone reference something on TikTok, it was admittedly exaggerated for laughs but I still needed to check it out.....The idea that Baela full on metal-growls at Sheepstealer to control him, where other characters (Like Daemon) sing to the dragons.
And okay it was a total exaggeration, she clearly just sounded like that after tracking the dragon down and shouting at it for so long but....
THAT IS SUCH A GOOD FANTASY CONCEPT, YOU COULD DO SO MUCH CHARACTER STUFF WITH THAT!
Like, the kind of music can tell you so much about who this character is. Give me a setting where Dragons are at the service of bards because you need music to get them to listen.
.... Obviously the protagonist would be flying in to the sounds of Power metal (It's DragonForce, you know it's gotta be DragonForce)
Okay so you know how some police train their dogs to respond to German commands.....Yeah, make the antagonists that. You can get a range from classical to Rammstein to give them all some flavor.
Prompt #241
“Welcome, what can I get for you to—”
Customer interrupted the barista with a gently raised hand. “I heard you make…other things here?”
Barista cocked their head, confusion painted across their entire face. “Other things?”
“N-not coffee. Like…” they lowered their voice into a whisper. “…stronger? In the…heart area?” They burned as they said it. Did they get the wrong place? Or was there more than one barista? They were an idiot. They shouldn’t have—“
“Oooh, you want a Lavender Bliss.”
“What? No? Maybe? I…I..”
The Barista slid a new menu into their hand, palm-sized completely different from the one posted on the wall. “Why don’t you give that a quick look?”
They winked.
Customer heart beat almost painfully against their ribs; for several second they barely understood the items they skimmed. Eventually their eyes fixed on a picture of cloudy purple drink that took up most of the top right corner of the page. Among the couple lines of description the words “love”, “permanent”, and “instantaneous” stood out most.
Oh. So they did need a Lavender Bliss.
“I just can’t stay away,” the villain whispered. “Your presence- being around you, it's intoxicating... I feel so powerful.”
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They say grief is just love with no where to go.
I am all house without the home- bare bones
Standing in front of me but 10,000 miles away
I’d give anything to reach you.