Friday, November 17, 2017

Let's Play Pokemon HeartGold (Part 3)

I play Pokemon HeartGold.

A Marriage of Convenience 2

"Ser Jorah, what is your opinion?" Tyrion asked.

"I don't think burning them was a good form of execution." I told her, repeating part of our silent conversation. "I trust that she had the best of intentions no matter her decision."

"I need to speak to my friend in private." Daenerys said.

The Imp looked at her and then at me. While he was not easy to be friends with, I could tell he had pity in his eyes. He was sad about something. Before I could ask him anything, he left leaving me alone with Missandei and Daenerys. The former slave gave me a look I couldn't read before she left. Now I was alone with the woman I loved.

She ran up to me and we kissed briefly. It lasted only a moment but there was so much passion in it. I didn't know how I refrained from fucking her.

"Your plan will work." Daenerys said softly. "Tyrion thinks I'm telling you that I will never love you right now. That I decided to do this in private for the sake of your dignity."

"I'm glad you are doing what's best for you." I told her, my eyes wandering over the body that I had longed after for so long.

"It was talking with Jon Snow that convinced me. He's a good man that will be pleasant enough to deal with."

I could see the guilt in her eyes and I knew why. Jon was a good man and yet we would be using him. But if Khaleesi were to take the Iron Throne, she couldn't remain blameless. If an opportunity presented itself, it would be foolish to waste it.

Daenerys pressed her body close to mine as she put her arms around my neck.

"Not here." I told her. "I haven't been with a woman in awhile so I doubt I'll be quiet."

"When it's safe, go where the dragons sleep." Daenerys said. "No one will be there."

-This is a Mature Story
-It's a Game of Thrones Fic
-It's a Jorah Mormont Fic

You can read it HERE

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Crossing the Divide 82

"I can't believe you're alive." Benjen said with a smile. "I didn't think that my night with Hisara meant anything at all."

"And now I'm going." I said knowing what his unspoken words meant. "I will return from Asshai and help to take down the Night's King. Afterwards I will rebuild Westeros and make it a place of peace for as long as I can. You'll be beside me."

"I don't know if I'll survive this war. Whatever can kill the White Walkers might also kill me."

"To win I might have to kill you?"

I had just found out who my father was. I had hardly been able to spend any time with him. He was like an acquaintance and I wanted that to change. After this war I wanted to have him be an actual human father to me. I wanted to create memories with him. If his guess was true then I would never know him. I would never know him like I should.

"I don't mind dying." Benjen said and took my hands in his. "I've faced death countless times before and how I am now...it's not really being alive. I can't explain what I mean, just that I feel wrong. Rescuing Bran and Meera made me feel like I had a purpose again. Serving Jon has given me a purpose. I want to be a father, a real father, to you but I can't. I'm not going to let Westeros freeze over for my sake. I know you won't let everyone die just so I'll be alive."

"How do you know that?" I argued.

"You have Stark blood in your veins."

-This is a Mature Story
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Jorah Mormont Fic

You can read it HERE

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Game of Thrones Season 7 Review Part 2: Important Characters

The latest season of Game of Thrones was...well...it happened. There were some really good moments and some moments that made me rage. I watch the show late at night so I can't properly yell out in case I wake up anyone. Because there is a lot to talk about I'll be changing my usual reviewing form to break this up into three parts.

The second part of this review will talk about the characters. When writing I focus more on the characters than anything else in my story. If I don't have good characters in my fiction, I won't enjoy it as much.

Season 7 of Game of Thrones did horrible things with its characters and not in the usual way. In other words it wasn't that the characters died horrible deaths but that the writers seemed to have forgotten how to write them. Luckily a good majority of the actors were able to save their performances via their acting abilities.

I am not going to talk about every single character but only those that had the most impact on me. So if I didn't mention your favorites here, feel more than free to comment a question or two about them.

Inside the Lore of the Rin Duology: Lessons from the Pack

I am making this series of blog posts for my roleplaying friends. The Rin Duology is a long Game of Thrones/Resident Evil fanfcition and you shouldn't need to read it to understand my Original Character (OC) Rin.

Now when I write fanfictions I don't always adhere to canon and deviate from it. Sometimes in large ways and sometimes in minor ways. So please ask me about what I know about the canon of either series before assuming. Although I have no doubt some will ignore this part.

This post explores Rin's connection to her direwolf pack. As it was the family she was raised with, her time with them impacted her in very meaningful ways. With them she learned life lessons and useful skills. The only thing I don't touch on is her 'Native Tongue' as I don't think it would fit in this post.

Monday, November 13, 2017

Crossing the Divide 81

It was boring and nerve-wracking all at the same time. I lay in a room waiting until my death and Hisara's birth. I worried about how Alex, who was now sitting beside me, would carry on. That is if he was able to win. I worried that Alice would kill Hisara on her rampage throughout the Hive. A rampage that should have happened a long time ago.

"Keep calm." Alex said and took my hand, squeezing it gently. "You are safe here. Hisara will...will be born and I'll raise her in the new world. In the world we helped build."

Yes, I had built a world with Alex. A world where the majority was dead or turned. The rest were wandering the Wastelands. Maybe Alice should win and kill Alex so my husband wouldn't be able to inflict his horrors onto the world anymore. But I still couldn't stand to see him dead, even at the expense of the world. A world I hadn't been born in and would leave very soon.

"I trust you to raise her." I told him and squeezed back. "I just...I'm going to be gone soon and she'll never remember me."

"I will tell her about you." Alex said sadly. "I will tell her how great her mother was."

I smiled and a tear came out of my husband's eye. He wanted to stay strong for me and let me make my own choices. But it was so hard for him and I could understand. Suddenly alarms started going off and he stood up. We shared a simple glance before he left. We both knew the reason for the alarms and he was too protective of me to talk. The minutes passed by and I kept imagining Alex dead and Alice coming in carrying his head. She might be under the delusion that I wanted her help. She could kill Alex but I wanted to give birth with him by my side.

-This is a Mature Story
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Doctor Isaacs Fic

You can read it HERE

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Weekly Update 11/8/2017

For those of you who are stopping by my blog for the first time and/or don't have a lot of time to keep up with my blog, this is for you.

I will be posting some of what I consider important stuff I have blogged about and an update on an important project.

I will post these every now and again. I'm keeping the name 'Weekly Update' as I've grown fond of it.