Quentin catches the wrong ride to work.

elias legacy // chrono gen 2 // chrono

starter for @wixhavenmagik

If he wasn't studying or practicing for his own discipline then there was really only one other place in the whole castle that Quentin ever was. Elias' classroom. He'd almost regretted not taking his class when he'd first arrived at the school, captivated by the Professor from day one.

But like with everything in Quentin's life, when he wanted something, he got it - no matter the cost. And there was nothing he wanted more than Elias' attention. It had become almost routine to read or study in the other's office while he graded papers or worked on whatever else he needed to, but as always Q grew bored quickly. "Do your students really write such riveting essays that it takes so much of your attention?" He asked, a playful smirk pulling at his lips from where he sat lounging in the chair opposite Elias' desk.

@drzxmlxnd : masquarade event ;; [ quentin / elias ]

Quentin did always enjoy these sorts of events, even if he had to keep himself under control, for the most part. He still always pushed limits, tried to see how far he could go and what he could do before he would be brought in to heel. Whether that was draining party guests dry or something else, it was for Elias to decide when to rein in the heretic.

He'd already tasted the blood of a number of people, not quite yet left ay corpses, but a few too weak to continue on with their evenings. The toy he was enjoying playing with at the moment, definitely wanted to be played with. Quentin could hear the rapid pulse of their heartbeat with desire, practically smell their want and taste it in their blood. The boy's hands roamed over the bare expanse of Quentin's back, his outfit choice blood red satin leaving much skin exposed, while his decedent feline skull mask only added to the look. He knew Elias was likely watching, they had come together because Quentin always travelled at his sire's side until he'd been allowed to go play. Another sinful taste of the boy's lips as Quentin pressed him more securely against the wall.

The Cabal (Earth-4339)

Here’s another part of the Oliverse I’ve been working on: the twisted versions of its heroes and villains known simply as The Cabal.

This version of The Cabal reside in the dystopian universe of Earth-4339, a dark parrallel universe to the Oliverse created by an catastrophic event known as the “Midtown Massacre” that took the lives of several innocent civilains and heroes in New York, spurring the Oliver Osnick of this universe, corrupted by a powerful relic called the Siege Perilous, to prevent any criminal or terrorist activity before it happens. A goal he plans to see through with the aid of his Perennial Army (Symbiote/Cybernetic-Hybrids) and his inner circle of those who either agree his views or side with him out of fear for their survival.

Members of the Cabal:

Oliver Osnick/Cadaverous

Jane Lane/Blight

Peter Parker/Carnage

Charlotte Witter/Spider-Slayer

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

Elias Wirtham/Supercharger

Lily Hollister/Demogoblin

Best Character Named X Poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM BST everyday. Run by @femmehysteria

INBOX CLOSED DUE TO EXAM SEASON

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 202: Anna

Round 203: Harvey

Round 204: Phoebe

Round 205: Dean

Round 206: Elle

Round 207: Clark

Round 208: Lara

Past Polls

Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Rebecca, Steve, Victoria, Katherine, Robin, Nancy, Penny, Erica, Theresa, George, Felix, Charlotte, Diana, Zoe, Connor, Daisy, Maya, Andy, Alma, Nora, Juno, Otto, Donald, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Miranda, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Kiera, Tam, Klaus, Luna, Laila, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, April, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Katya, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Boo, Corey, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Rudy, Quentin, Marvin, Miriam, Roxy, Percy, Bianca, Shirley, Beatrice, Amara, Cleo, Cecil, Amaya, Ryan, Mabel, May, August, Manny, Francis, Matilda, Deborah, Josh, Jared, Sabrina, Kendra, Ophelia, Liesel, Fitz, Aurora, Ramona, Misty, Talia, Orion, Roy, Kala, Madeline, Anastasia, Kit, Marian, Lena, Polly, Cora, Leah, Jules, Artemis, Irene, Laurie, Laurel, Hilda, Valentine, Reggie, Felicia, Joe, Monty, Quinn, Skye, Walter, Christine, Marissa, Hope, Oberon, Lorna, Ace, Calvin, Alana, Jasper, Fergus, Bridget, Ulrich, Roger, Mason, Stella, Lenore, Wanda, Miguel, Winona, Hannibal, Newt, Aiden, Oscar, Tobias, Dorian, Dorothy, Una, Marnie, Mirabel, Wendel, Dora, Mort, Olympia, Toby, Chip, Mara, Fearne, Axel, Gil, Bo, Remy, Rue, Leslie, Isabelle, Silas, Agnes, Luther, Sally, Delia, Zeke, Richter, Skylar, Scarlet, Bernard, Ray, Nigel, Cosmo, Ruth, Selina, Harley, Blue, Warren, Missy, Perry, Paige, Duke, Tao, Gemma, Cornelius, Declan, Wendy, Apollo, Celeste, Clyde, Summer, Hugh, Esther, Cole, Tatiana, Carl, Kieran, Melody, Travis, Vivian, Haley, Prudence, Hans, Ralph, Azrael, Lauren, Molly, Agatha, Pauline, Athena, Darcy, Stan, Dana, Lee, Ford, Red, Stuart, Camille, Bruce, Cliff, Gabriel, Octavia, Tsukasa, Anita, Esme, Ella, Heather, Lois, Viola, Riley, Pyrrha, Rupert, Ada, Orlando, Blair, Parker, Aisha, Lex, Ike, Wolf, Yukari, Tanya, Briar, Iggy, Amber, Akira, Irma, Sloane, Cameron, Marlene, Trixie, Jed, Rita, Dylan, Harriet, Owen, Letitia, Mick, Hugo, Koichi

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Chad, Moe, Guy, Yasmin, Woody, Alina, Freya, Adora, Noah, Taylor, Dawn, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Rudolf, Melvin, Melanie, Melissa, Melinda, Adele, Adeline, Jem, Dolores, Jude, Callie, Ginger, Terry, Bellamy, Jacob, Jackson, Reese, Nemo, Addison, Adelaide, Candy, Abraham, Ragnar, Destiny, Wendy, Hero, Drew, Raphael, Wallace, Jean (feminine), Elena, Cheryl, Gaius, Lance, Shane, Rod, Tegan, Matthias, Liam, Caeser, Ellis, Dennis, Josie, Mike, Bailey, Puck, Eden, Annette, Giselle, Suki, Zain, Keith, Ron, Olaf, Wilfred, Blaine, Pam, Brianna, Clive, Sabine, Roman, Carina, Kalina, Mindy, Wade, Julia, Edith, Monet, Marina, Zara, Marcus, Elias, Mira, Sasha, Glen, Dinah, Farah, Norman, Faith, Echo, Enid, Ross, Antoinette, Elodie, Mallory, Kay, Renee, Willow, Tim, Albert, Howard, Orla, Oswald, Linus, Nina, Clem, Flora, Jace, Alucard, Howell, Rowan, José, Christian, Craig, Ravi, Dev, Valerie, Norma, Tristan, Dale, Jolene, Donatello, Yuki, Yumi, Sakura, Caroline, Carol, Carrie, Poppy

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

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Etymology of the Martell and Sand’s Names

Doran, Dorea: Doran is an Irish and Gaelic name that means "fist, stranger, exile." It could also be an invented masculine version of the name Dora, which derivated from the Greek word doron (gift, freely given, without cost). Dorea was probably named after him.

Mellario: her name is an actual Latin adjective derivated from the word mellarius (of honey, related to honey, beekeeper).

Arianne: a variation of Ariana, which itself is a latinized version of the Greek name Ariadne (most holy). In Greek mythology Ariadne was the granddaughter of the sun god Helios, helped Theseus escape the labyrinth by giving him thread and married Dionysus, the god of grape-harvest, winemaking, orchards and fruit, fertility and festivity.

Quentyn: misspelling of Quentin, a French name derivated from the Latin name Quintinus (the fifth).

Trystane: misspelling of Trystan, a Welsh name that derivated from the French word triste (sad, sorrowful).

Elia: probably after the sun god Helios in Greek mythology or a shortening of the Late Latin name Aeliāna, the feminine form of Aeliānus (of the sun). It could also be a shortening of the Hebrew name Eliana (my God answered me, God answered my prayer) or a misspelling of the Old German name Ellia (other, foreign).

Oberyn, Obara, Obella: Oberyn is probably a misspelling of Oberon, the fairy king from from A Midsummer Night's Dream by Shakespeare. The name Oberon is derived from the Old High German name Alberich, composed by the words alb (elf) and rih (ruler, king). Obara is probably named after him, unless she’s named after obara, the Slovene meat and vegetable stew that was usually prepared for celebrations. Same with Obella, unless her name is a misspelling of Abella, which comes from the Hebrew name Abel (breath, vapor).

Ellaria: could be a misspelling of the Hebrew name Elliora (God is my light) or the Old English name Ellerey or Elleree (alder tree).

Nymeria: probably an invented name compounded by the Greek word nymphe (young woman, bride, young wife) and the Greek name Maria, which derivated from the Roman surname Marius and could come from Mars the war god, maris (male) or mare (sea). Maria could also derivate from the Hebrew name Myriam (rebellious) which once was mistranslated to Latin as Maryam (drop of the sea). It could also be a misspelling of the Greek name Nereides (clear, unmistakable, true) which is also the patronymic of fifty sea nymphs that accompany Poseidon, god of the sea, and often help sailors in Greek mythology. It could also be delivered from the Arabic noun nimer (tiger) but I don't think it very likely.

Tyene: could be a misspelling of Tine or Tinah, both variations of Tina, which itself derivated from the shortened version of Latin female names like Bettina (diminutive of Elizabeth (God is my oath, God’s promise), Christina (follower of Christ), Constantina (constant, steadfast), Martina (follower of Mars) or Valentina (strong, healthy). It could also be a misspelling of thyme or of the Spanish verb tiene (he/she has).

Sarella: probably a misspelling of Sarah, an Hebrew name derived from the word sar (chief, ruler, prince), with the female suffix ella added at the end.

Loreza: either a misspelling of Lorenza or Lorena, both derivated from the Latin surname Laurentius which derivated from the noun laurus (laurel, laurel tree).

Quentin has a surprise for Brianna. [transcript under the cut]

Quentin: Hey baby girl, come see me. I have something for you x Brianna: I can't come over rn daddy, the twins and my exams. Quentin: Your mama wanted you to wear this, she just didn't get the chance to ask you. Brianna: Oh daddy I miss her Quentin: That makes two of us

iphone mock credit / ui edit credit, me.

elias legacy | chrono gen 2 | chrono gen 3 | chrono

Quentin Elias

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The vampire didn't even look up from his desk when the door to his office opened. In front of him was notebooks open up to pages filled with hand written notes, pens scattered among them and a laptop opened but forgotten as the screensaver flashed across its screen. Elias Reyes needed to have his life in order, pristine perfect order, but his desk was the one place that chaos was not only welcome but thrived. It made sense to him no matter how often Enzo used to tidy and try to organize the mess. Used to being the key word. "Is it done?" Was all he barked out when he caught the scent of his youngest child. Unlike his oldest, the youngest was the one he knew could get the job done without worry. It was one of the main reasons he decided to turn Quentin Malikov in the first place; his eagerness to please and be good for him. "It must have otherwise I know you would not dare show your face to me until it was." A warning and a reminder of who was in control just in case the boy ever did begin to slip.

carnival starter for @jaspervulpintine [ quentin / jasper ]

For now Quentin was behaving, a cup in hand, blood sucked through a straw which wasn't nearly as satisfying as straight from the vein. But Elias had said no killing, at least not tonight. Which was a shame, the carnival felt like the perfect hunting grounds for the young vampire. The sights and smells excited him, the sound of heartbeats pumping all around an enticing melody to accompany the thrills of the stalls. But Papi had told him to behave.

Quentin Elias

Quentin Elias

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Dall’articolo "I 100 migliori film della Storia del Cinema secondo Variety: 1° Psyco, 5° Pulp Fiction, 33° 8 1/2, 45° Titanic" di Antonio Bracco

Important context; Jon Snow is born a girl, and known to the world as Alysanne Stark, Brandon's legitimized bastard by Ashara Dayne. She knows her true parentage.

I wanted to share this because I am nowhere near sharing the full fic, but I am so proud of the "Elenei's get" part.

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Alysanne stood in the waycastle Sky, flanked by Naerys Velaryon and Jorelle Mormont, Uncle Arthur behind her as her ever present defensive shadow. Ghost had insisted on going in the basket that took Quentin, Brandon, and his nursemaid up to the Eyrie, and Cousin Gabrelle had gone up with Torrhen and Elia.

Mya Stone occupied her thoughts, in the commotion of the waycastle. Robert Baratheon’s eldest bastard, a woman three years her senior. The girl-child which made Alysanne’s own mother find her betrothed more disagreeable than she already did, disinterested in marriage as she had been. She was certain he would never keep to her bed, never show her the fidelity and honour she was expected to show him. Love could not change a man’s nature, was her tenet. Uncle Ned claimed his old friend saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath.

Had it not been for Mya Stone, Lyanna Stark might have accepted her fate as Lady Baratheon of Storm’s End. The chance was slim, true, but not non-existent. If not for Mya, she herself might not have been born. There might have been no War of the Usurper.

She shook her head slightly, dislodging the thought. Mya had been an innocent child, was an innocent woman, who could no more control her parentage than anyone else. If her birth should at all be considered in the causation, the fault should lie at Robert’s feet. No, the catalyst of the war had always been the unlawful execution of Brandon Stark, the heir to the North, and the demand that his father and two younger brothers also pay with their lives for the insult he had brought Prince Rhaegar. If only the Kingslayer had acted earlier, all the bloodbath might have been avoided. If only Summerhall had not burned. If only Duncan had not abdicated for Jenny of Oldstones. If only Uncle Aemon had not been sent to the Citadel. If only, if only, if only. If only Maegor had not been cruel.

Mya’s short hair and riding leathers caught her eye as she arrived with another party, her on the lead mule. It was unmistakeable, that she was a Baratheon. Mya Stone, Mya Magnarsdaughter. More similar to her uncle Renly than her father, now he had tripled in size from his youth, but it was said Renly greatly resembled a young Robert. She had the hair, the eyes, the stature. Yet by a fluke of birth, Mya was a bastard instead of a princess. A king’s daughter, none the less. A storm made flesh, Elenei’s get. A mix of fire and water as much as Alysanne herself, rain and sea-water to her ice and snow.

Did she even know? The only of Robert’s bastards who were acknowledged as such was Edric Storm, and him only because his mother was a lady of house Florent. Alysanne snorted. Just like her. Grandfather had said that when Robert legitimized her, he had observed that she would have been his niece, if Lyanna had survived. That he had looked at her with wistful eyes, envisioning his own half-Stark children. Had he thought of Mya, at the time? Spared a thought for his at the time only known child?

It was not often she ruminated on the lie that was her acknowledged parentage and supposed baseborn status. Her parents were discussed often enough, to remark that she had her mother’s grace and beauty, and her father’s wolfblood, his wildness, though hers was more bridled. Two factions in the North let comments about her legitimized status come; the Dornish, who treated it as a base fact, and Lady Catelyn and her ladies, who still felt it a dishonour she was born and a slight that she was legitimized. Now she had turned twenty and had an heir, a spare, and a daughter, wed to a Prince of Dorne, most Northerners did not remark on the circumstances of her legitimacy.

Now her grandfather, step-grandmother, Lady Catelyn, and Lord Edmure were herded into the basket along with a gaggle of Lady Stark and Lady Catelyn’s ladies. What Alysanne wouldn’t give for Winterwing, to ascend to the Eyrie as her namesake had done, during the Conquest. Even the ascent by mule had frustrated her beyond all sense. She could have walked with the same speed as her mule, if not with as sure a footing.

“I am certain we are slated for the next basket, my lady.” Naerys said. Her friend always could read her far too well.

“As you say, yet I am not fond of being separated thus from my children.” She said, as she observed Harrion Karstark out of the corner of her eye, as he aided his wife, Elyanne Karstark, born Burley, off her mule.

She let her connection to Ghost open enough that she could borrow her eyes, and smiled at what she saw. The direwolf had coiled herself around Torrhen, Elia, and Brandon the way wolves did to protect their pups against the elements. She was currently embroiled in a staring match with Bronze Yohn Royce, who to his credit did not look away. They had not yet had their wolves, when he guested Winterfell on his way to escort Ser Waymar to the Wall. The guards in Arryn blue around the walls of the room looked on her with badly disguised terror. Quentyn was petting her head.

“I will not have that beast in my hall!” a woman shrieked.

Ghost swivelled her head to the noise, pinpointing the source. Lady Lysa Arryn, Lady Catelyn’s sister. The woman had not aged gracefully in the seven years since Alysanne had seen her in Winterfell. She looked a decade older than her three year elder sister, with her red hair tumbling down her back, dressed in a mourning gown of silk with the Arryn moon-and-falcon embroidered in pearls.

Alysanne clutched at Naerys and Jorelle’s hands, to signal they might need to lead her into the basket.

“I assure you, Lady Arryn, Ghost is more docile and better behaved than all the hunting hounds in Winterfell. She will not be separated from my lady wife or our children.” Quentyn said in his most appeasing voice.

Lady Lysa seemed ready to enter a tirade. Thankfully, Lord Royce butted in.

“I had heard rumours that the Starks had bonded to them direwolves, but I did not put much stock in them. This would be Lady Alysanne’s wolf, then?”

“Aye, Ghost, the best child wrangler you could wish for. Lady Marna’s Midnight, Lord Hoster’s Guardian, Lord Rodrik’s Sentinel, and Lord Edwyle’s Builder will also be joining us.”

“They are truly docile?”

“They do not attack unless their humans are threatened. A party of wildlings descended on their travelling party when Lord Stark and Lady Alysanne went to visit Barrowtown two years ago, when Lord Torrhen and Lady Elia were six moons old. The guards took down four of them; Ghost the remaining seven.” Quentyn said, scratching in a spot that made Ghost pant in pleasure with her tongue lolling out of her great maw. “Else she herds children, takes up the entirety of the front of the hearth, observes the sheep and goats with great interest, and acts as footwarmer in our marriage bed. Thankfully it was built to accommodate at least eight people at the height of winter.”

Alysanne scoffed.

“Must he mention she sleeps in our bed?” she asked in the Old Tongue.

“Have you started emulating my mother, Sanne?” Jorelle asked.

“I do prefer my Dornish sun, Elle, but if I were to do as your mother, Ghost would not do. She is female.”

Jorelle huffed a small laugh.

Alysanne withdrew her senses from Ghost’s as they were herded into the basket. Quentyn seemed to be on top of the situation, and grandfather would be there momentarily. Uncle Arthur herded her into the middle of the basket, placing himself, Jorelle, Naerys, Edwyle, and Builder protectively around her. Paranoid git.

“Are you afraid of heights, Uncle Arthur?” she asked.

He simply grunted in reply. She sent him a shit-eating grin.