#raahhhhh

FIRST OFF THE MISCHARACTERIZATION?? The fandom treats ITrapped like an evil son of a bitch that deserves the fucking worst. I SWEAR THOSE TOXIC CHANCE AND DOUBLEFEDORA FANS TREAT MY POOR BOY IF LIKE HE WAS THE HELLSPAWN OF ROBLOXIA… 🥀🥀🥀 People in this goddamn fandom only hate ITrapped for betraying Chance, nothing more or less. Imma tell something about ITrapped that some people didn’t know: ITrapped had held onto the Darkheart during (and probably before) his relationship with Chance. It was confirmed by the forsaken Devs that the SFOTH swords can corrupt anyone that dares hold those swords for longer. ITrapped BECAME ‘greedy’ because of the Darkheart’s amplifications onto his mind. Itrappeds mental health was kinda already like shit ever since he lost two of his friends, Ellernate and Caleb244 (implied, despite those two never being directly mentioned). He was grieving over his friends and the Darkheart made his situation even fucking worse. The effects from the Darkheart? HE LOSES ANOTHER FUCKING FRIEND 💔💔 I feel like ITrapped deep down cared about Chance since he didn’t want to become lonely again…. BUT OF COURSE DARKHEART HAD TO CORRUPT HIM 💢💢💢💢💢 I have a theory that he stole the Darkheart because he wanted to protect himself from any of the admins and try to free his friends, since the banlands is scary ass place that is dangerous when you’re unarmed. My baby boy needs more angst :(

after the butchering of ITrapped’s character, this ‘new’ version gets his ‘fanon’ lore (aka given by the fandom). WHERE THE FUCK IS CALEB AND ELLERNATE??? HELLO??? WHERE WAS HIS STATUS OF BEING A EXPLOITER DURING MAY MADNESS????? His ‘lore’ isn’t expanded from that point, only being used as a plot device for chance’s sad backstory or wtv.

Now moving onto canon, him being the ‘greedy’ one in the forsaken lore never made sense because CALEB WAS THE ACTUAL GREEDY ONE IN HIS FRIEND GROUP NOT ITRAPPED 😔✌️🥀 I need more canon lore about ITrapped that proves to the fandom that ITrapped isn’t pure evil… I’m starving…… but obviously the forsaken devs don’t want to do jackshit beacuse they don’t care about anything (yes yes, drama). ITrapped’s lore in forsaken is the devs basically mischaracterizing their own character, because of the lack of focus on his character’s nuance (see: very first paragraph of this rant), but rather have major focus on him being a shithead to Chance (similarly to ‘fanon’ interpretation). as a result, may madness fans have to slander forsaken’s iteration of ITrapped lmfaoooo 😭

(image not mine, it is from pinterest ig)

The sweetest troll– Valarr Targaryen series

Sumarry: You were met with the reality that your older brother had made you a match. With prince Valarr of all people.

Will you survive the life in a new place, with weird customs, and weird court. Or is your husband to be just like his mostrosity of a cousin.

But most importantly, will you be suitable enough to be a future queen?

Or will you fold under the pressure?

Word count: 2.6k

Tags: Eventual Smut,Enemies to Lovers,Misogyny,Period-Typical Sexism,Romance inspired by Bridgerton, reader is half dornish, reader is from essos, Fluff, Angst, Abuse, Valarr is the gentlest of gentelmen, Tension, Tourney at Ashford Meadow (A Song of Ice and Fire), non Canon Author Is Sleep Deprived, English Is Not The Author's First Language, My First Fanfic wish me luck!!!

a/n: HIIII SO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME POSTING ON TUMBLR!!! I am so excited and if you wish to read this on ao3, you can find it under the same name.

You can request what you want me to write because I am bored

This is not beta read, enjoy!

Warnings: Misogyny, Sexism, Mentions of past abuse, Slight sneak in of murdering and sexual assault, Descusions of marriage and heirs

Chapter I, Chapter II

I. Blue sky and a grim thought

As you stalk through the halls of the castle, sunlight peaking through the long windows, swallowing you whole. The soft lingering air of the starting Autumn makes you forget what is the real reason to be inside the castle at this wonderful of a weather. The sun was brighter than usual. Everyone in the castle was smiling and cheerful, for some unknown reason. Always whispering and giggling after walking past you, which was also unusual. Yes, you knew your people cherished you. You were their princess after all.

But the only contrast in this striking day was the disastrous black of their banner in front of the walls

Targaryens.

Well, not all of them. That will be a disaster uncalled for.

It was only Prince Baelor and Prince Maekar, as the two of them always were. The heir and his youngest brother.

You weren't allowed in the hall of the meeting. Which was odd.

As a second to your brother, second heir of Pentos, you should be attending. Which made you realize that the theme of the conversation was not war or trades. Your brother knew you could handle such talks.

Except if the talk was not of any war or any trade.

It was of you.

Something twists in your stomach as you try to step as quiet as you are able. Each step is delivered with precise perfection.

You had learned this trick since you were little. Whenever you wanted to go to the library in the middle of the night, or steal a treat from the kitchens. It had always helped you. It surely will not fail you now.

As your brother always did, he left the door slightly open. Perhaps he did it on purpose, perhaps not. But that was not the subject in hand right now.

As peeking through the creaked door, careful not to be seen or heard. You could see Maekar's silver hair, as it was bald on some places, probably from stress. He was grimacing, the hard edges of his face somehow made you feel small in his presence. The man looked intimidating, scary even. Every little detail, from the violet eyes to the squire beard and Pox scars on his cheeks.

Next to him was sitting his brother Baelor, the heir. Something about him made you wish to trust him. Perhaps it was the familiar dark hair and eyes. Or the Dornish features. But something made him look trustworthy and somewhat kind.

In front of them sat your brother, face serious, meaning that he did not like what he was hearing or what he was offered. It was the same look like when you two were arguing whether or not you were ready to be in the room where the trading and offers happened. You had argued with him that you are a princess as much as he was a prince. You had yelled on and on for weeks, until he finally allowed you to attend. Even though you weren't allowed to speak with the foreign people, you still felt prideful that you were at least allowed to be there

Then you heard the raspy voice of your brother. It struck you like a tidal wave, making you shiver and fidget with your fingers.

"What do you need her for, my princes?", your brother asked as looking between the two males. His jaw was clenched tight. Oh, he for sure was not fond of what he was hearing.

"We need another person to fill our cups back home. Aegon has grown useless." The younger prince answered, his eyes glaring holes into your brother's face. His voice was laced with rough sarcasm. "We need her for marriage. What else the fuck would you think we need her for?"

Your brother's nostrils flared, eyes widening, "I am not giving her to Aerion. She has proudly stated to me that, if by some miracle, the Targaryens came and asked for her hand in marriage and the one she had to marry was Aerion, she would gladly become a commoner and eat rats for the rest of her life." A sigh left his lips, face softening as well as his voice. "I am not giving her because I do not wish for her to marry one of your children, but because she might stab him in his sleep and eat rats either way. She is very impulsive and unpredictable."

Oh, this man was going to get you beheaded or perhaps burned.

But unfortunately, you had said that. It was two summers ago, when you were freshly five and ten and your brother had finally let you drink wine with him. You did not know that you could not handle your wine. And you just had heard of Prince Aerion's reputation. Of how he tortured women, men, animals and everything that opposed him, and hateful words started to flow. You thought your brother was too drunk to remember anything you said, but apparently he did.

Maekar only scoffed, shaking his head with disapproval. You will butcher your brother slowly after this meeting.

"Aerion already has a wife, though your sister seems like a lovely opponent for my nephew, if he already was not wed.", The older brother broke the heavy silence, saving you from running to the highest window. His voice was safe and deliberate, making you come back to your senses, "We are here for my son, Valarr. He is in a need of a fine wife. A one who can read, who is clever enough to be a companion, a Queen. You see, Valarr is the second heir after me. He will be the King one day. He needs his own heirs, therefore he needs a wife."

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

No way you were going to marry a Targaryen. Especially that monstrosity's cousin. They come from the same ancestor, from the same dough. They are the same slice of bread. They probably think the same. Do the same things. They probably make the same cruel decisions you have heard of.

"And which noble girl is more smart than the Princess of trades herself?", The younger brother added in after Baelor, nodding his head, meaning he was agreeing with his eldest brother.

Princess of trades? Is that how you were known to the men that came here?

You weren't allowed to talk during the meetings, only with your brother after them or during them. You weren't allowed to speak to the men that came here, but still your voice was heard and your opinions.

You gripped your necklace that your late mother gave you, hoping that it will somehow help you in this situation. Save you from the burden of being a Queen, of being a mindless mare, there just for heirs.

It was a soft golden necklace. Instead of a ruby or a sapphire, it bore a sun, for Dornish your mother was. She had told you, that out of spite, she had worn it on her wedding with your father, still missing home dearly. She had worn it until she trusted your father enough to love him. And then gave it to you before departing on the ship that took her and your beloved father's lives. Your dear mother had told you to wear it just to spite your future husband, kind or not. "Always be a fierce and a free woman, before you are a wife," she had always said.

You watch as your brother scratches his chin, making a decision. "And you will give me gold and provide for my people as you earlier said?" One of the brothers nodded. "Then there is nothing stopping us from making this deal, my princes."

You watched as your brother stood up with a bright smile, uncharacteristic smile. Because, oh, of course. Wherever there was gold, your brother was already swimming in it.

You let out a quiet gasp, that was not so quiet, taking a step back as placing a hand over your mouth.

The three men turned around to see you at the door. You hadn't realized that your lower lip was wobbling and your necklace had fallen on the marble floor.

You stepped back slowly, the anger on your brother's face made you feel the sting on your cheek already. Stinging so painfully. You could hear the yelling in your head. Could taste the blood in your mouth.

Before any of them could say anything, you ran fast through the halls, anger, hurt and fear coursing through your veins. You could feel it itching to come out, crawling through your skin, vibrating in your mouth like an unspoken word.

As you tried to run as fast as you can towards your chambers, you saw a pot with an alarmingly beautiful flower. You could not tell what it was, but beautiful it was. Perhaps too beautiful. It was bright red. It was your brother's favorite. "Reminds me of the cheeks of a maiden running out of breath," every time he said it when you two walked past it, a knot formed in between your ribs, making it hard to breathe.

You felt the anger hitting through you in a tidal wave, as it always did, and walked gingerly towards the flower's pot, careful not to trip. It was big. Almost as tall as you.

You braced your hands against it and pushed hard, a grunt leaving you as you struggled. When you finally pushed over the heavy flower, it came crashing down with a loud noise, The beautiful pot, with blue and green colours, was now shattered on the marble floors, soil dirtying them further.

You heard your brother calling out your name behind you, and you jumped up. Fear started to show again. And so you began to run again, faster than before. The door of your chambers felt an eternity away.

So many emotions ran through you as you finally reached the doors of your room. Panting as you hid behind them. And you could hear your brother coming from the other side, yelling for you to come out, that the deal was done, for you to meet your future family. Oh, how you could hear the cruel smile on his lips as he banged on your door.

And the necklace that your mother gave you rested on the hard, cold floors in front of the meeting hall. Waiting for someone to snatch it.

Your brother had a wife. Three of them over the years, actually.

All of them had lasted for few summers before disappearing. Sadly. The whole city mourned, rumors running around and every single one of them was perfectly right.

The first one was the sweetest. You had been young, seven at the time. She had become your friend, from Tyrosh she was, and her hair was blue, which amused you at the time. Seralyn, her name was. She had soft, sun kissed skin. Her eyes were gentle, doe-like and trusting. Brown and sparkling at all times.

The people loved her, their favorite. Her disappearance and later announced death was mourned the longest.

Seralyn had taught you to be a proper lady the best she can. Taught you how to draw, how to braid your hair, to know when you have daughters. She was so sure of it, that you would have daughters, that is. It made sense, she said.

Of her sister she said you reminded her of, but she never said her name.

Seralyn was everything you wanted to be. Even at such young age.

After the first stillborn the air shifted. Everything became so much darker, especially for a child at your age. Then came the yelling, and the constant hitting of the headboard against the wall.

Then after the second, she was gone. You never saw her again, the sweet Seralyn.

After her, the air between your brother and you, became heavy, and unbearable.

Then when you turned two and ten, the ship crash came, and now even your dear parents were gone.

After Seralyn, the wives blurred in together, sounding the same and looking the same. And none of them stopped your brother from making your mouth bleed every time you opened your mouth at the wrong time, the wrong place. But, she would have. They were scared to not end like her, but they did anyways.

The waves hit the ship hard, the sea was peaceful today. The sky was beautiful shave of light blue. No clouds in sight. It soothed you a bit, like the sky was trying to soothe you itself, as if it knew that today was a grim day. Even though it would be a blessing to all of Westeros, it was the ending of the world for you.

In few of hours you would no longer be a fierce and a free woman, but a wife. Even though, you could still be free and fierce, but you are marrying a future King. You would be Queen someday. You need to set an example. You were one of your kind. The first Royalty from the Free Cities. The first Queen from Pentos, if Seralyn's destiny does not catch up to you.

A soft breeze runs along your cheeks. They were not tear strained. You were too proud for that. Perhaps even if your future husband was cruel, you would still be fed. You will still be respected. Everything will be alright.

Perhaps, you overreacted the other day. It had been just shock. Your impulsiveness peaking at the tops.

As your brother approached you, your back straightened. You bit your tongue, knowing that whatever you say will end up in an argument.

After the scandal the other day, you haven't spoken to your brother not even once. Only allowing maids to enter your chambers.

"I am very hopeful that you will not ruin our reputation in front of the Royal family. The Targaryens are not kind people. You will try your best to not be boorish, dear sister." Your brother said sweetly, knowing there were King's guards on this ship. If he so much as tries to harm you before you even met the King, he would be severely punished.

For a combat, there is a need of two.

"The sea is soughing so sweetly against the ship, is it not, brother?" You gave him a sweet smile, that was all teeth.

"Your common tongue is getting good, I see. I suppose it is, indeed, sounding sweet.", he gave you a pat on the back as leaning against the ship's reeling. You did not know what it was, for have you been not on a ship before.

"And the sky is clear. Blue, just like Seralyn's hair, is it not, older brother?" You knew your brother hated when you mentioned her. Always got your mouth full of blood, before you were forced to spit it out.

His jaw clenched, fingers itching. You knew. It was like this every time you knew he could not do anything.

But instead of raising his hand, he grinned. That old grin, old cruel grin. The one that he had when he planned something bigger. Then he said:

"I hope you give prince Valarr good and healthy, male heirs. All female are useless. But if you do not, you will vanish, like Sweet Seralyn. Be careful, sweet sister."

With the same evil grin he walked away, leaving you with the same anger knot in your chest as before, as if it was not tighter now.

Then there was a rough meeting with the lands. Westeros.

And perhaps, even when there is a blue sky on a Autumn day, there will always be one grim mind.

That is what you were thinking as you departed from the ship with all of your belongings, on your way to marry the second heir of The Seven Kingdoms.

a/n: btw the seralyn name was not intended, It just happened 💀

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