I remember the only reason I got into Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon (the whole lore of that world) is because Aemond. Aemond looked like if Thranduil and Hua Cheng had a baby so that drew me in
The only difference being that I would not touch Aemond with a ten foot pole because he is a nobleman from the Middle Ages (customs and societal norms)
I'm completely in love with this illustration of her and Masuki π Their interlocked fingers, the way she seemed to be the one who pulled him on top of her, and the way he's grabbing one of her tails??? πππ
This is so beautiful ππ Iβve been away from this game for so long I didnβt know we had this much lore now and Iβm sorry THATS SEIMEIβS DAD ??!!! HELLO? NO ONE TOLD ME HIS DAD AND MOM WERE THIS BEAUTIFUL? I THOUGHT SEIMEI HIMSELF WAS PRETTY BUT HOLY SHIT THEY ARE SUCH A POWER COUPLE RAHH IT RUNS IN THE FAMILY I SEE
Imagine losing your battle with False Gabriel and bringing in the age of darkness
An alternative ending where you lose your battle with Gabriel and allow the beginning of the age of darkness.
Requested by @weird-addiction
(Author's note: Well, here is now the bad ending for False Gabriel fic. Hope you enjoy.)
Warnings: angst, violence, character death, you losing your mind and control, gabriel, a bad ending for everyone.
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- The journey had taken a toll on you. Resisting Gabrielβs tormenting presence while shielding the hobbits from Sauronβs ever-looming shadow felt like an impossible task. Andβ¦ you were honestly at your limits.
- There was much an elf could handle but carrying a curse like this was too much, even for you.
- Frodo and Sam had been good companions to you and tried their best to keep you sane enough to prevent you from falling into Gabrielβs control. Their efforts helped a little, but Gabrielβs influence over you only grew stronger, and it started to show.
- You were now unnaturally prone to anger and violence. Small noises irritated your ears, and every slight movement in the bushes or shadows made you incredibly paranoid.
- You could not sleep without Gabriel corrupting your dreams with horrific visions of a world cast into everlasting darkness. Dark circles rested under your eyes, and you were as pale as snow. Due to your lack of sleep, you had a hard time telling what was real.
- You nearly killed the horrid creature Gollum when he showed himself. He coveted the Ring, which made you even more irritated toward him. You could sense he had evil intentions and was using Frodoβs good nature against him. You just wanted to plunge your sword into his wretched head.
- Frodo and Sam kept you calm. Despite your and Samβs reluctance to allow the creature to join you, Frodo decided to trust him to guide you toward Mordor.
- You made sure to tell that creature what you would do to him if he made even one wrong move.
- Gollum became terrified of you, not because you were an elf, but because he could sense Gabrielβs wicked presence within you.
- Your irritation and anger spiraled further out of control when you encountered Faramir and his rangers. Tension flared, and it took both Frodo and Sam to calm you down, snapping you back to reality before you lost yourself entirely. Realizing the weight of your actions, you offered a solemn apology. With the moment diffused, you resolved to continue the journey with Frodo and Sam toward Mordor.
- If you had known what would have happened when you stepped foot in those lands, you would have never gone there.Β
- Gabrielβs words became louder when you arrived in Sauronβs lands. He wanted to be free, and he tempted you to let him take controlβto let him take the Ring and kill Sauron.
-You knew what it would bring, so you tried to resist, even though it felt like you were already falling into insanity.
- In a heated moment, when Gollum tried to kill Frodo and take the Ring. You grabbed the wretched creature by his neck and started adding pressure, intending to snap his neck. Frodo yelled at you to stop, pleading for you not to kill him. However, you did not hear him and then a loud sound of a neck being broken echoed across the air and Collum fell dead before your feet.Β
- You all looked at Gollumβs dead corpse in shock.
- It was at that moment you fully comprehended what you had done and fell into a panic. Gabriel was getting out of control. There was no way for you to hold him back.
- You then decided to leave your companions, explaining that you would become a danger to them if you stayed near the Ring. Gabriel wanted the Ring, and you could not allow him to hurt them.
- They tried to plead for you to stay, even Frodo, even if he still felt upset over Collumβs death. But you made your decision. You bid them good luck and wished that Eru would watch over them before walking away.
- You tried to get as far away from your hobbit friends and the Ring as possible. Gabriel mocked you for abandoning them and losing your chance to take the Ring. You snapped back at him, willing to leave them if it meant they would be safe from him.
- You froze when Gabriel then said something that send shivers down your spine. He could sense that they had already been captured by Sauronβs servants. Then, like a dagger to your mind, visions unfolded before youβFrodo and Sam, bound and broken, their bodies trembling under the torment of orcs and other vile creatures.
- Fear gripped you. If they had been taken, did that mean Sauron had reclaimed his Ring? Or was there still time? Uncertainty gnawed at you, but the horror of their suffering drowned out reason.
- Gabrielβs voice slithered through your thoughts, weaving into your desperation. Go back, he urged. Save them. You cannot do it alone, but I can help you. Just let me in.
- You hesitatedβthen, in your weakness, you turned around. You went back.
- You used your tracking skills to find them. You soon found them, and Frodo still had the Ring. He looked like he was also over his limits, so you carried him and together tried to escape the prison where they were kept.
- However, luck was not on your side, and you were surrounded. When the orcs realized Frodo had the Ring, they attacked him specifically. You tried to defend him with Sam, but the situation had gotten out of control.
- In your direst moment, Gabriel reached out, promising to help if you simply submitted to him. In your despair, you saw no other choice. If he could at least protect your friends, then perhaps it was a price worth taking. You then did what you would have never done in your wildest dreams and allowed Gabriel to take control.
- Gabriel made you grin a wicked smile before using his power to kill the orcs in an instant. Sam and Frodo were spared, and the orcs looked at you with terror.
- But then, they watched in horror as you picked up the Ring. You gazed at it, entranced by its whispers, the weight of its power pressing against your mind. Then, without hesitation, you did the unthinkableβyou absorbed the Ring into your very being. Its power surged through you, unraveling its essence, destroying it utterly. With the Ring gone, Sauronβs lifeline was severed. His form crumbled, his presence erased from existence. His reign of terror had ended.
- But it was not a victory. It was only the beginning of something far worse.
-Gabriel had never desired the Ring for Sauronβs downfall alone. He sought it as an anchor, a conduit to merge fully with this world. Now, with its power coursing through you, the final seal binding him was broken.
-The transformation was instantaneous. Two vast, shadowed wings tore forth from your back, unfurling with a terrifying grace. Your form twisted, your elven features dissolving into something unrecognizable. Your hair darkened, shifting to the same eerie shade as Gabrielβs. The shift was complete. Where you once stood, Gabriel now loomedβno longer a voice in your mind, no longer a mere presence, but a being fully realized, free at last. You were gone, trapped in the abyss, with no way back.
- Gabriel turned his gaze upon the hobbits, their faces frozen in fear. Yet, with a smirk, he reassured them. A deal was a dealβhe would not harm them. To break his word would be beneath him. Even a fallen angel had his principles.
- Then, with an almost casual motion, he clapped his hands. The world trembled. The sky darkened. The sun vanished. The moon and stars flickered out, swallowed by an abyssal void. A new era had begunβan age not of fire, nor of shadow, but of something far more absolute.
- An age of darkness.
- A shudder passed through the world as all who dwelled in it felt the shift. The very air grew heavier, thick with an unnatural stillness. Fear gripped every heart, for they knewβthis was no mere absence of light. The darkness was alive, sentient, and it would not lift.
- The elves, attuned to the fabric of the world, sensed Sauronβs fall. But with that relief came a greater dread, a chilling certainty that something far worse had risen in his placeβsomething equal to the ancient evil of Morgoth himself.
- Frodo and Sam stood amidst the silence, their eyes wide with despair. Tears slipped down their weary faces, not in relief, but in horror at what had been unleashed. Sauron was gone, but the victory was hollow. The world had traded one tyrant for anotherβone more powerful, more unknowable, and entirely without restraint.
- Gabriel, the false angel, had been set free.
- And you⦠you were lost, swallowed by the abyss, with no way back.
I am a writer. Not a content-producing machine.
I am a writer. Not a content-producing machine.
I am a writer. Not a content-producing machine.
Itβs okay if I donβt have time to write.
Itβs okay if a chapter is delayed.
Itβs okay if my words come out messy.
Itβs okay if I need to take a break.
Itβs okay if I donβt update every week, every month, or even every year.
My value as a writer is not measured by how fast I post.
My worth is not defined by kudos, bookmarks, or comments.
I am allowed to be slow.
I am allowed to rest.
I am allowed to write for joy, not for an algorithm.
βShould not loose their life.β Are you kidding?
Death is something that comes for us all, itβs not possible to avoid it.
βAny human regardless of political identity should not loose their life.β
Death is not something that can be countered or postponed, when it happens, it happens.
Political identity doesnβt matter in the face of death. For we are all humans in its eyes, and for death, they see no difference as we are mortals. And as mortals, we are beneath its waves.
And for those that lived a bad life, death sometimes is willing to make exceptions. They may take a while and the decision may be a 50/50, but for some, it has decided the chosen verdict is necessary.