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Lady of the Ashes: Chapter 3

House of the Dragon Season 1

Aemond x TargaryenOC

Chapter Word Count: 3763

She was his everything… For her…he would do anything.

From the moment of her birth, Aemond Targaryen swore himself to the protection of his niece Aelinor Velaryon. As the two grew up inseparable, they find themselves entangled in the Dance of Dragons, battling to stay together even as their families try to pull them apart.

IMPORTANT: Instead of the six year time jump we saw in the show, we're doing a nine-year time jump. I was in no way comfortable building toward future events with Aelinor only fifteen years old. Here is a list of current ages. Aemond: 24 Aelinor: 18 Jacaerys: 19 Lucerys: 15

Let me know what you think!

Masterlist A03

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 P.1 P.2 Chapter 3

Nine Years Later

The citizens of Dragonstone felt the dragon before they saw it. The fishermen working at their boats, the merchants unloading their hauls from the ships, all felt the world swallowed by shadow as the sun above them was blocked out. The first time it happened, as the shadow of dragon wings passed overhead and the heat of the day was blocked, some of them had screamed that it was Balerion, returned from the dead. There had been chaos in the streets.

But now they knew better, and some of them even lifted their arms to wave at the young Princess as she flew by.

Aelinor Velaryon Targaryen laughed when she saw a few scattered expressions of fear below her, pulling hard on the handle to draw Darrax away from the shore. He’d been known to swoop down and steep the catches of unlucky fishermen, but now he was so large that he would destroy everything in his path if he tried.

“Come, Darrax,” she leaned forward to pat his neck. “Let us carry on.”

The girl was a sight to behold, and many people from the harbor and the castle both stopped their tasks to watch her and her mighty dragon turn toward the sea.

Darrax had not slown in his growing, now with a wingspan rivaled only by Vhagar and a body only slightly smaller than that of Vermithor. His obsidian scales sparkled a million shades of blue and green as the light of the sun reflected off of the waves. He was fast, carried by his large wings, and it was easy to see why the people of Dragonstone had shouted ‘monster’ the first time he flew above them.

But he was also gentle, for he had his rider to care for.

Aelinor had grown much since her childhood, though those that truly knew her would have said that she had not changed at all. She wore her hair in a long plait down her back, and it flapped behind her in the wind, a streak of brilliant silver against the sky. Her reins were modified with a single handle, so that she might be able to command Darrax with only one hand. She rarely needed to, however, as the bond between dragon and rider was so close that she could command him with just Valyrian.

“We aren’t fishing today, Darrax,” she called. “Just stretching our wings.”

The young woman had been stretching her wings more and more often as of late, as she found it suffocating to be in the presence of her parents. Her mother was pregnant with her fourth child by Prince Daemon, and while Aelinor wouldn’t mind supporting her mother in such a time, it was difficult to do so without encountering her father. He had been growing ever more persistent in his desire to train her and Darrax, and she was beginning to run out of excuses.

They swept around the west side of the island, keeping low so that they both might enjoy the spray of the sea. If anyone had asked, Aelinor would have said that she went this way so that Darrax might rest on the cliffside that faced toward the west. But Darrax did not need any such rest, and there was only one reason that she always flew west.

This day, like all the rest of them, she looked west and found the skies empty.

Aelinor sighed, too used to the disappointment for it to sting much. It had been a long nine years, with no word save what came through official messages to the Princess Rhaenyra. She knew that Aegon and Helaena had wed, and that they now had two children. She could not imagine that to be a good match, struggling to reconcile the odd and insect-obsessed Helaena with an image of motherhood. Nor was the Aegon that she remembered the type of boy who should have been a father. Aemond…there was little news of Aemond. She knew it was no fault of his own, but she still found herself hoping to hear from him, even after all these years.

Darrax let out a huff, sensing his rider’s emotions, and then he dove.

“No! NO, Darrax! No!” Aelinor’s shouts were silenced as Darrax plunged beneath the waves.

For a few moments she was weightless, and then he was splashing back to the surface, his wings causing great waves around them as he launched himself back into the sky.

Aelinor sputtered and spat out water. She was completely soaked, but she was laughing. “Darrax!” She scolded, though they both knew she didn’t mean it. “You silly creature. Let’s go home then, so I can dry off.”

Darrax pumped his wings, driving himself up and over the cliff, cutting across the island to carry them back to Dragonstone.

An hour later, Aelinor was walking through the halls of the castle. She was no longer wet, though her leathers had pasted themselves uncomfortably tight against her skin. She had undone her long braid, letting her hair fall past her hips. A bath. A bath was what she needed after that sojourn into the sea.

She reached up with her bad hand, grabbing her glove with her teeth and pulling it free. Then she carefully stretched out each of her fingers, looking forward to warm water and bath salts.

“Aelinor,” her father’s voice echoed from in front of her, the man himself stepping out from an adjoining hall.

She didn’t slow her pace. “Price Daemon.”

He didn’t protest her use of the title. He had never been one to argue trivial matters, and he couldn’t care less whether she called him Father or not. For nine years, his eldest daughter had held him at arm’s length, resentment simmering between them like oil in a pan.

He knew she didn’t like him, but he just didn’t care.

“I wish to take you flying,” he fell into step, watching as she carefully tended to her crippled hand. “So that you might learn to—”

“To what? To fly into battle? Against who, Prince Daemon?” She demanded. “My mother might feign ignorance, but anyone can see that you are preparing for something. I will not be brought into your schemes.”

“You are your mother’s daughter, and with that comes specific—”

“Correct. I am my mother’s daughter. And the daughter of the man who raised me,” she didn’t say whom you murdered, though she had been tempted more than once over the years to confront him about the murder of Ser Laenor. “My loyalty is to them, and not to you.”

Daemon let out a scoff, but fell away, and Aelinor did not look back.

She stepped into the warmth of her bedchamber, finding the bath already full and steaming.

“What did—” A girl stepped out from behind the dressing screen. “Rhaena!”

The two girls had grown closer in the years they had lived together on Dragonstone. Though not as close as sisters, they were dear friends. Aelinor decided not to wrap her in a hug, given that she still reeked of seawater, but she beamed at her cousin.

“I thought you might need it,” Rhaena laughed. “Darrax take you for a swim again?”

Aelinor was already stripping out of her leathers. “Of course he did. He’s positively impish.”

“I wonder where he gets that from,” Rhaena rolled her eyes, watching as Aelinor practically dived into the bathtub.

“It’s so warm. Thank you, Cousin.” They had never stopped calling each other that, all too aware of the boundaries that would be ripped down if they had to acknowledge what they were — sisters. But still, since the marriage of their parents a few years ago, they had been sisters in all but name, and Aelinor was eternally grateful for the female companionship.

“Your mother said that she wished to speak to you,” Rhaena said. “It sounded important.”

Aelinor gave a slight nod, dread already pooling in her gut. She knew what this was about, as did Rhaena. It was the same topic that had been haunting the halls of Dragonstone for months, casting a pall over everything Aelinor did.

“She knows my feelings on the subject,” she finally said. “But she is my mother, and the Princess of Dragonstone besides. My feelings have little relevance.”

Rhaena passed her a cloth, and Aelinor started to scrub some of the salt from her skin. “But shouldn’t your feelings matter? After all, it’s Jace, of all people.”

Rhaena’s expression was genuine, but Aelinor could hear the question she did not ask. Rhaena was, if not in love with, certainly interested in Jace. But it had never been a secret that, to secure Jace’s own place on the throne, he would marry Aelinor. With her pure Targaryen looks, they would be able to secure the claim of any of their future children. In recent months, Rhaenyra had begun making plans in earnest. After all, both Aelinor and Jace were older than Rhaenyra had been when she first wed Ser Laenor.

Aelinor sunk lower into the bathtub, letting the water lap over her mouth and nearly to her nose. She did not want to think about these things. She did not want to imagine having children with Jace, and certainly did not want to imagine what that would mean. Her brother was nice enough, having grown out of the worst of his childhood impulses, but he was still Jace. Luc would have been more agreeable, if he weren’t still a babe in her eyes.

At least she knew Jace felt the same way. They were not suited to each other.

But they would do whatever was required to win their mother the throne.

“It could be worse,” Aelinor sighed, trying to force some levity into the situation. “I could be marrying a Lannister.”

“At least they have gold,” Rhaena smiled. “What if it were Aegon, or worse, that rogue Aemond? When traders come from King’s Landing, they say that his face is—”

“I know what the traders say,” Aelinor snapped, biting her cheek to keep from cursing aloud. “I would like to bathe alone now, Rhaena. If you please.”

It was a dismissal as plain as any, but Rhaena did not fight it. She just said her farewell, stood, and walked to the door.

She should not have let it bother her so. It had been nine long years, and the rift between their families seemed more insurmountable than ever. But there was still that tiny part of her that sprang to attention whenever she heard even a whisper of Aemond. And too often, it was cruel, malicious whispers that her family seemed to take at face value.

The door creaked open, and Aelinor groaned. Gods be damned. Couldn’t she just have one bath in peace?

“Aelinor? May I come in?”

“Of course, Mother,” Feeling no shame at her own nakedness, Aelinor did not open her eyes as she heard her mother glide into the room and take a seat at her dressing table.

“Did you have a nice flight?” Rhaenyra asked, with almost forced politeness.

Aelinor shrugged. “As good as any. But I can confirm that the sea is quite frigid this morning.”

“Then perhaps you should not be swimming in it.” Her mother laughed.

Aelinor sighed, opening her eyes and moving to rest her chin on the side of the bath tub. “Out with it, Mother. I can see that it’s bothering you.”

Say it. Say that it is finally time for me to do my duty and wed Jacaerys.

But that was not what Rhaenyra said. “Ser Vaemond moves to challenge Lucerys’ succession to the Driftwood Throne.”

“What?” Aelinor sat back. “But it’s settled. Why is Lord Corlys allowing it?”

“He isn’t. He’s been gravely injured in the Stepstones,” Rhaenyra gave her a sad look, appearing genuinely bereaved by the injury to a man they all admired. “Baela wrote. We must make for King’s Landing to defend Lucerys’ claim before the Iron Throne.”

Aelinor’s mouth dropped open. “When?”

“We will leave tomorrow,” her mother stood. “And Aelinor?”

“Yes?” Already her mind was awhirl with everything that this might mean.

“This is…” She watched as her mother searched for the words. “We need to present a united front. We’ll be bringing our dragons, and I…I ask you to remember who your true family is.”

It was both a warning and a scolding, all wrapped up in one.

Aelinor nodded, and stared after her mother as she left the room.

She sat there for a long time, stewing in the bathwater. There was so much to think about. On one hand, she was more than a little relieved that she was not yet formally betrothed to her brother. But on the other, there was a genuine twinge of fear. She did not want the legitimacy of her brothers challenged, and she did not want their futures left uncertain. It was a settled succession, and Ser Vaemond was risking everything by drawing it into the open.

Her mother’s ascension to the throne would be questioned if her children were declared illegitimate, and Aelinor knew she would not be immune to that. She might look more Targaryen than Jace and Luc, but it was plain to see that she was not the daughter of Ser Laenor. Gods, this could ruin everything.

But, there was one thing that stood out above all else.

She was going back to King’s Landing.

She was going back to Aemond.

King’s Landing

“Get up!” Aemond snarled at the squire in front of him. “I thought you were here to train, not lie on your back like a whore!”

The boy scrambled to his feet, wiping mud off of his cheek. “Yes, my Prince.”

Aemond sighed. There were many young lords looking to squire for him, and so far none of them had impressed him at all. Most weren’t even worth using as training fodder. He had to give the Blackwood lad some credit — at least he hadn’t started crying yet.

“Keep your sword up,” Aemond rolled his eyes. “And maybe you’ll be able to stay upright.” It was as close as he would get to offering advice.

“Prince Aemond!” A voice called.

Aemond looked toward the walkway, seeing Ser Criston hurrying down the steps. “What is it, Cole?” He did not have much patience for his mother’s lackey, having always found Ser Criston to be a bit…well, if loyalty could be a fault, then it certainly was in Ser Criston.

Cole stopped, offering a curt nod that could perhaps pass as a bow. “Your mother The Queen bids you attend her. She is in her chambers.”

“Wonderful,” Aemond couldn’t imagine what his mother could have to say. He loved her well enough, and she him, but they never had much use for each other. She often scolded him, calling him too wild, too unruly, and yet he knew he did not get half the scoldings that his brother did. “Take care of this one.”

Ser Criston stared at the Blackwood boy in disdain, but nodded, shedding his white cloak and setting it away from the mud.

Aemond sheathed his sword, removing his gloves and hurrying toward the stairs. His boots splashed through the dir, and he saw many curious eyes turn his way.

Only once he was inside the castle did he slow to a walk, making his way toward his mother’s chambers. He passed many groups of lords and ladies, all of whom bowed in greeting, but he did not acknowledge them. They weren’t with his time.

A group of ladies-in-waiting gathered by the stairs, meaning he would have to walk straight past them. He recognized one of them by her red hair: the Tully girl. He thought her name might have been Myria or Myra or something like that. She had been presented at court a few months prior, with it plain as day that her family was angling to make a match between the two of them.

Now, as she had when she had first seen him in the receiving hall, she did not meet his gaze, bobbing a curtsy without ever looking him in the eye. He hurried past, hearing them erupt into giggles when they thought he was out of earshot.

It was always like that. Why shouldn’t they laugh at the maimed prince? He was practically a circus attraction. All he had to look forward to was a future married to some random lady who couldn’t look him in the eye, let alone work up the courage to speak to him. He tried not to let it bother him, after all, they weren’t worth his time.

His chambers were in the same tower as his mother’s, and he passed the closed door of his room as he knocked on her door. “Mother? You sent for me?” A maid swung open the door.

“Yes, Aemond,” his mother was seated on the sofa, his niece and nephew playing with a maid on the floor in front of her. “You can all leave us.”

Aemond stood with his hands behind his back, quirking a smile at his young niece as she was carried from the room.

“Sit, Aemond,” Alicent sighed. “We need to talk.”

“You make it sound very serious,” he dropped into the chair across from her. “How may I help.”

He swallowed nervously. Was this to be it then? Was today the day that he would be officially tied to one of the sycophants roaming around the castle? Gods, don’t let it be the Tully girl. Someone with some backbone, at least.

“I called for you because I think this is something that should be entrusted to your skills. You know the dragon keepers better than anyone.”

That did catch his attention. “The dragon keepers? Is something wrong with the dragons?”

Alicent sighed again, and he realized suddenly that his mother looked worried. More worried than he could ever recall seeing her, except that day when he had lost his eye. Even his father’s declining health had never caused the dark circles that now surrounded her eyes, and he could see that the skin of her nails had been picked until it bled.

“The Princess Rhaenyra is coming to make a petition,” she said finally. “She brings with her all of her children, and all of their dragons. The Dragon Put must be made ready for her and her hoard, and I must prepare a feast and a ball and all the like.”

Aemond felt his mouth go dry. “Her children? All of them? It couldn’t be. It seemed almost impossible. Nine long years had passed since…since…

“All of them,” his mother confirmed. “Which is the other reason I needed to speak with you.”

More likely, it was the only reason she had asked to speak with him. Subtlety was not his mother’s strong suit, and there was no reason the dragon keepers could not be briefed through a simple message. She had wanted to speak to him about his half-sister’s family, in person, for a reason.

Alicent leaned forward. “Aelinor will be with them, Aemond. But she is not the girl you remember. It has been nearly ten years, and you must remember who she is, and who you are.”

“And who is that, mother?”

“You are the legitimate second son of the King,” Alicent said. “And she is the bastard daughter of a false heir, who has spent nine years being fed their lies and derision, far from any realm of reason. The Aelinor you knew is gone.”

Aemond tensed. “That seems….Father has settled his succession, and we should not—”

“I am not here to argue succession with you, Aemond!” His mother snapped. “I want to be sure that you understand. When they enter this hall, it must be us, and it must be them. The fate of our family may very well depend on it.”

He knew that the succession crisis was constant fodder for the King’s critics, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Blast the Seven Kingdoms, and damn the succession. He didn’t care if his half-sister or her bastards, or his own damn brother ascended the throne. He disliked them all equally. All he cared for was Aelinor.

“Besides,” his mother sat back, fanning herself weakly with her hand. “She is betrothed to Jacaerys.”

“What? Jace?” Aemond spat, unable to contain himself. “Why have I not heard of this?”

“They haven’t been to court to announce it.” Aliecent sighed. “Knowing Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon, Jacaerys has almost certainly bedded her already. What better way to secure their line?”

“That Strong boy will never—”

“Watch yourself, Aemond. Please.” His mother waved him away.

He didn’t want to draw out the conversation longer than necessary, and quickly stormed from the room. His mother had certainly achieved her objective, which was reminding him why he hated Jacaerys Velaryon so deeply. His own chambers were only a few doors away, and once he was there, he flung open the window and screamed into the open air. He didn’t give a damn if everyone in the courtyard could hear him.

For nine long years, he had stared across the sea toward Dragonstone. He had requested this chamber specifically because it faced south. And for the first few years, with decreasing frequency, he had begged his mother to grant him permission to fly that way. To where Aelinor was. To…he wasn’t quite sure what he had wanted to do. But he hadn’t wanted to leave her alone.

And now they had given her to Jace. Jace did not deserve her. That Strong boy did not deserve to breathe the same air as her.

Or, did he?

It had been many years since he had seen Aelinor, and she could have changed. She could be different to how he remembered her.

And she might not…

No, he wouldn’t let himself think about that. The truth was staring him in the face, the rage settling into his bones with every seething breath he took. Jace did not deserve Aelinor, but then, neither did he. He was just the scarred second son, after all, and she should be the lady of some great house. He wasn’t jealous, he was concerned for his childhood friend, who had been treated so carelessly by her family.

Given to Jace. He cursed aloud.

Still, his gaze drifted to his writing desk, and to the small box that sat in the top drawer. It had sat there for almost eight years, waiting.

And it had all been for nothing.

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marchtomydrums · 2 years

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You're Mine

Cornelia Goode x Mina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader

You hated parties they just weren’t your thing. There were always too many people, loud music, and people who can’t handle their alcohol. Overall it was a no for you but Billie loved parties. Especially ones where she was the guest of honor. It was the anniversary of her show and the whole cast, crew, and their families were invited. That’s how she managed to drag you, Cordelia, and Mina along with her.

Cordelia didn’t seem to mind she was happy to be out with her girls. She made you dance with her a few times. But mostly you sat next to Mina. The redhead told you to go have fun with Delia and Billie but you told her you’d much rather be with her. Mina understood that parties weren’t your thing because they weren’t hers either. But we do things for the ones we love even if it’s things we don’t want to do.

Cordelia had just come back to the table with some drinks for you and Mina as you watched Billie float across the room. This was her element. She loved the attention she was receiving. You didn’t mind, she was absolutely beautiful and brilliant she deserves the attention. However, you noticed a young blonde girl following her around. She clung to Billie's side all night. Laughing loudly every time your girlfriend spoke. Her hands would linger just a little too long on Billie's arm. Her gaze would wander up and down Billie’s body. You didn't like this.

“Who is that girl?” You asked your girlfriends. They gazed over at the girl in question.

“Oh, that’s Julie. She’s one of Billie’s assistants.” Cordelia says.

“Okay well, Julie is getting on my nerves.” You grumbled.

The older women chuckled.

“I’m serious why is she touching her?” You asked glaring in their direction.

The older women were shocked by your reaction. Out of the four of them, you were typically the shy and quiet one. You never showed signs of jealousy before.

Mina leans over in her chair whispering in your ear. “Little one green isn’t a good color on you.”

“If that was me you’d be pissed!” You said turning to face the redhead. She chuckles looking over at Cordelia.

“She has a point.”

Cordelia smiles and was about to say something when she noticed Billie walking over. And of course, Julie was following behind her like a puppy.

“How are my beautiful ladies,” Billie asked with a smile.

Cordelia and Mina smile at her while you kept a death stare on Julie.

“When are we leaving?” You asked coldly looking over at Billie.

The blonde raised her eyebrow at your tone “Well…”

“Ms. Howard still has people she has to mingle with,” Julie said cutting her off.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize I was talking to you.” You stated looking back at the girl causing Mina and Delia to glance at each other in shock.

The girl smiles awkwardly as she reaches for Billie's hand. “Look the Petersons are here now they’ve been dying to meet you.”

“Julie..” you called out to the girl.

“Yeah?”

“You have really pretty hands.”

“Oh umm…thank you,” she says with a smile looking down at her hands.

“It would be a shame if something were to happen to them.”

All three of your girlfriends looked at you in shock.

“I’m sorry?” Julie questioned.

“If you touch my girlfriend one more time your hands won’t be so pretty anymore.” You growled.

Julie gasped removing her hands immediately.

“Umm. Julie why don’t you go speak to the Petersons and I’ll meet you over there in a few.” Billie says to the girl sending her off with a smile.

Once she’s gone Billie sits down at the table across from you.

“What was that?” She asked.

“What? I’m just letting her know.” You said.

“She’s my assistant y/n.”

“I don’t care if she’s the Queen of fucking England. She’s been following you around all night, laughing extremely too loud, and touching you every chance she gets and I don’t like it.”

Billie smirks as she gets up from her seat walking over to you. She crouched down to be at eye level with you.

“Now you know that I only have eyes for you princess. And Cordelia and Mina of course. I swear I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I know. But I’m still mad.”

Billie chuckles kissing you softly.

“I love you, Princess.”

“I love you too. Now go talk to the Petersons so we can go, please. I want to go home.”

Billie sighs as she nods her head walking off to greet the couple. Mina and Cordelia give each other a look as they gather their things.

“Honey you know she would never hurt us like that,” Cordelia says softly.

“I know. I just want to go home.” You sighed.

Mina comes up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist.

“We’re leaving now sweetheart. Come on Billie will meet us at the car.”

You waited thirty minutes for Billie to come to the car. Mina was in the passenger seat and Cordelia was in the driver's seat. Finally, Billie walks out of course Julie follows opening the car door for her.

“Have a good night,” Julie says with a smile as Billie climbs in the back next to you.

“You too Julie.”

Once the door was shut you moved quickly across the seat grabbing Billie's jaw as you pulled her into a rough kiss. The blonde moans into your mouth giving your tongue open access. Your hands roughly pull on her waist until she is straddling your lap.

“You’re mine.” You growled biting her bottom lip.

Billie moans nodding her head “I’m yours, baby girl.”

You smiled into the kiss as your hand travels under her dress sliding her panties to the side allowing your fingers to run up her wet slit.

“This better be for me.” You growled.

Billie moans as her head drops down to your shoulder.

“It is baby. All for you.” She whines as you enter her with two fingers.

“Do you always let her touch you like that?” You asked thrusting your finger into her. She moans as she shakes her head.

“Answer me.”

“No baby. I don’t... I don’t.”

“Then why does she think that’s okay?”

“I…I don’t…I don’t know.” She stutters feeling her release approaching.

“Monday morning you will tell her that kind of behavior is not allowed. You will tell her that there are only three people who can touch you like that and she's not one of them. If she doesn’t like it she can find another job. Understand?” You asked picking up speed.

Billie moans loudly nodding her head.

“Use your words, Billie Dean.”

“Ahh. Yes. I will tell her. I promise.”

“Good.” You smiled as your thumb circled her clit causing her to go over the edge.

“Ahh. Uh. Y/n! God Yes.” Billie chants as her head rolls back.

You slowed your pace down as she comes down from her high. Her head founding its place on your shoulder as she breathed heavily.

“Holy shit,” Mina whispers causing both you and Billie to look at them. In the front seat, you see two sets of eyes staring at you in shock.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Cordelia says.

“I don’t know when this side of you came about but I like it little one,” Mina says with a smile.

You giggled shyly as you looked at Billie.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No baby doll you didn’t. You surprised me but you didn’t hurt me. I quite liked it.” she says with a smile.

You chuckled kissing her softly.

“I love you, Billie. “

“I love you too princess.”

“Alright, Delia. Let's get home so we can show our baby just how much we love her.” Billie says smiling back at the blonde.

Cornelia nods as she starts the car. Mina chuckled as she shifts in her seat. Billie goes to sit down in her spot when you stop her.

“Stay please,” you whispered.

Billie grins “Of course. Anything for my baby.”

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nights-wonderland · 18 days

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I'm once again more active on my instagram: nightmare.artist, so if you like to see more of them and know more about their stories and lore, I tend to drop most of it on my story there!

Overwatch oc portraits pt 2

Hello everyone, today I present to you part 2 of 3 posts regarding my overwatch ocs and their portraits! This is yet again so that people know who I'm talking about and to share a little bit about them!

The ocs in order of their portraits are: Aleksander Novak, Zaire Flores, Reverie Martinez, Nox Scarrow, Nico Cox, Valentijn Prins, Bonnie Prins, Hyun Chai, Azul Santana Da Conceiçao and Irzin Kron

Aleksander Novak, a doctor who suffered through an incident that never quite left him the same, granting him powers beyond his comprehension, powers that would lead him to having to learn to be at peace with himself, clinging to his humanity.

Zaire Flores, born in a family of doctors, the young man began researching the plants and herbs his parents use for medicine and would figure out ways for them to be used for harm. He enjoys poisonous plants and it quickly becomes his gimmick.

Reverie Martinez, a young woman who has an odd fascination with death and ghosts. It runs in her family, curiosity towards the Undead. Having gotten an old family book that has been passed down for generations at her 18th birthday, that's when things start to get interesting.

Nox Scarrow, neither Talon nor overwatch but a complete nuisance to society nonetheless. They do have tendencies to work with some of the Talon members as its more of an alliance sworn to a person than the organisation as a whole. They can temporary take over a person's movement, puppeteering the person to their will. They use this to get important things done.

Nico Cox, a Junker who tags along with Junkrat and Roadhog, he's the one that walks around scrap yards and picks up old bits and pieces to turn into weapons and traps or even adjustments to his own prosthetics. He's smarter than he presents himself to be.

Valentijn Prins, a brilliant inventor and engineer, he owns his own shop where he makes custom prosthetics and parts for humans and omnics alike. He has won a couple of prizes with his inventions and his ultimate goal is to make the world a better place for everyone.

Bonnie Prins, the younger sister of Valentijn and a talented skater! Atleast she was before her incident, that left her without her legs and in need of replacements. Since then she has picked it back up but it's still more difficult for her. She eventually joins overwatch during the world wide invasion of Nullsector.

Hyun Chai, a MEKA pilot who had a near death experience with his own meka, he was rebuild and that lead to him having to relearn everything. He recovers after well over a year and reluctantly rejoins the squad after he sees the world needs squads like theirs to help protect those who cannot fight for themself.

Azul Santana Da Conceiçao, a talented street artist from Brasil and the best friend of Lucio. They don't listen to authority and wish the world would be a better place. They try to spread their message via their art.

Irzin Kron, a shapeshifter and a trickster, someone who thrives on causing as much chaos as possible. They're with Talon but mostly for their own gain, they manipulate and lie to everyone and are a known backstabber.

#oc: aleksander novak #oc: zaire flores #oc: reverie martinez #oc: nox scarrow #oc: nico cox #oc: valentijn prins #oc: bonnie prins #oc: hyun chai #oc: azul santana da conceiçao #oc: irzin kron #overwatch ocs #overwatch #overwatch oc #portraits #artists on tumblr #trafitional art

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Non-Binary Glossary

As someone who is non-binary myself, I felt it important to include lots of non-binary characters in my fantasy novel that does not give a SHIT about what you present as, thus I needed to come up with titles for various things, and I thought I'd share what's so far in my glossary, with perhaps a smidgen of hope it'll get a bit of recognition.

Baba/Babby/Bather/Grandbather - The non-binary word for parents and grandparents.

I imagine the 'papa' or 'granny' equivalent of this one would be 'tata' or 'batty'.

Why, yes, this word was built off of 'baba' which it to my understanding, a word for 'father' in many cultures. But did you know it's meaning differs in many different cultures? And, also, it's catching on as the 'parent' word, and if I ever become a parent (highly unlikely) I want to be called Baba, if not just by my name because I absolutely can't picture being called by a title of any sort.

Crown - The non-binary word used used for someone of the status of queen or king.

This idea I obtained from an interactive fiction I read, where your character was referred to as 'Crown [Insert Name]' no matter what gender you made your character. It flowed well, so I decided I'd use the thematics of it in my own works going forward.

Emperus - A non-binary title used for someone of the status of empress or emperor.

I had a bit of trouble coming up with this one. But seeing as both emperor and empress both started with that 'emp' I knew I had to keep that, and from there, I played around with multiple second-halves, ending on the 'erus' because I'm a simple creature and it combined the 'er' and 'ess' of the other two, so it didn't feel entirely out of place.

Enna - The non-binary word for your parent’s sibling.

I fucking hate pibling. I don't know why, but it makes my skin CRAWL. I'd rather the niblings just call me by my name than have pibling anywhere in the conversation. Specifics wise, both 'aunt' and 'uncle' begin with vowels, but end differently. So I knew I wanted the word to begin with a vowel, and one different than the ones already used. I also knew it couldn't end with the hard 't' sound or the drawling 'el'. So I came up with a few options, and landed on enna because it was four letters like aunt, but two syllables like uncle, and began with the letter 'e' which is the most common letter in the alphabet. It's probably my favorite word on this list.

Laus - A non-binary word for someone of the status of Lord or Lady.

Ah, probably my second favorite word. Like for emperus and enna, I looked at the original words to find what they had in common. Only the 'L' followed by a vowel, which meant my word had to end different than both lord and lady. Well, it did have that pesky d in there, which proved a problem when I was trying to come up with words. I didn't like any of the other words I came up with, and landed on laus because it was the least miserable. The only other memorable ones were 'lent', 'lurt', and 'ludt' which all look terrible. Laus may stand out next to lord and lady, but at least it looks nice.

Princer/Prinx/Prinxer - A non-binary word for a royal heir. The ‘x’ is pronounced with a ‘zz’ sound.

Enby equivalents tends to have the 'x' at the end of their words, for whatever reason, since there's so many other things we could have done, but that's not the point. The point is both princess and prince begin with the 'princ'. I just needed to fluff up the end. In the end, I came up with these three, which I have not actually decided which one I'm going to use in my book. Pincer and prinxer are pronounced similarly, being 'prin-sehr' and 'prin-zer'. Phonetically, they don't sound similar to prince or princess, but at least one of them looks similar.

Ser/Sur - Honorifics used for knights in a similar vein to ‘Sir’. Sur is used for women, while ser is used for nonbinary, and sir remains for men. All are pronounced similarly.

I thought I was brilliant when I came up with this one. Originally, it was going to be 'sar' for women, and 'sur' for non-binary, but when I realized how similar 'sur' sounded in my head to 'sir' my brain went 'ser too' and thus, here we are. Because am I the only one who thinks it's dumb how men have all these titles and women keep having to use the same one over and over and over again? It's always "lady this" and "lady that". Well, no longer for the knights, as they will be referred to with Sur. Ser will be used for enbys due to so many of my other words containing the e. E for enby, everyone.

Words I am currently working on:

Madam/master

Duke/duchess

Baron/baroness

Countess/count

Earl - Will be looking for both an enby and women word, because currently, it's just countess here again.

Going down this route will be pretty easy, except for the madam/master one. Once I decide on the princess/prince word, the rest of these will just follow those rules, as princess just added 'ess' onto the end of 'prince' after all.

#writing #creative writing #novels #fantasy #fantasy novel #fantasy fiction #royalty #nobility #world building #fantasy world building #nonbinary #non binary #enby #royal titles #noble titles

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Hey Prin, what if we do a funny prank where you eat me in full view of the public and I teleport out and we see who we can convince to try it out cos we don't tell them that I'm the one doing the magic.

I get to put on a fun show and you get to swallow a cute girl plus at least one snack for keeps, seems like a win win to me ^w^

~Matilda

YES LET'S DO THIS IMMEDIATELY

Because it's a great idea obviously and totally not just because I suddenly can't think of anything other than a hot brilliant trickster foxgirl sliding down my gullet nope

#prin howls #asked and answered #fatal vore #digestion

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A Hollow Promise [12] chapter ii, part vii

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main tags : loki x original character, post-avengers 2012, canon divergence - post-thor: the dark world, canon-typical violence, mentions of torture

summary: In the aftermath of the Battle of New York, the Avengers need a few days to build a transport device for the Tesseract. With the Helicarrier damaged and surveillance offline, SHIELD sends an asset to guard Loki in the interim: a young woman who sees the truth in all things, and cannot lie.

Even long presumed dead, her memories lost to her, Loki would know her anywhere.

And this changes things.

Some things last beyond infinity. And the universe is in love with chaos.

(Loki was never looking for redemption. It came as an unexpected side-effect.)

chapter summary : the morning after. loki and his guard play a game of twenty questions

recommended listening : eleanor rigby, cody fry

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Loki grinned. "Should I be worried?"

"Yes," she said bluntly, through the shimmer of a radiant smile, "he's brilliant and kind of a bastard and he's not going to like you. But, I have a-" she hitched her shoulder into a wince, "a track record with this kind of thing, so he's not going to be shocked. Making me develop independent critical thinking skills were the cornerstone of his parenting. And, he knows that knowing, truly knowing, that anyone is capable of anything- well, moral compasses tend to look more like roulette wheels. I choose people on a different criterion."

"It is absurd to divide people into good and bad," Loki quoted. "People are either charming or tedious."

"Wilde," she identified, tilting her head in acknowledgement, "impressive, my prince."

Loki pretended that the praise, in combination with his title, didn't send something curling low and hot in his abdomen.

"Well, anyway," she said, "don't worry. All I need is something I can reasonably defend."

"I'm not certain that either of those could be used to accurately describe my recent actions, darling," Loki pointed out sceptically. "Not amongst gods, nor mortals."

"Not from their current perspective, no. But Thanos is still a threat, regardless of what they think they know," she answered. "And now I know. And you can't think that I would ignore it. What's your plan, prince?"

The corner of his mouth curved ruefully.

"It's a little rough around the edges," Loki said delicately, ignoring the fact that plan was an overly generous definition, for what he had managed to cobble together in scattered moments of clarity. "I was rather focused on the immediate problem."

"And now you have a clear head. And me." She said, light and free as air. "Tell me."

He breathed out a laugh. Her confidence was intoxicating.

"Are you calling in your debt, beloved?"

She pivoted and propped herself against the glass, ankles crossed. The hems of her long socks shifted and slipped, her chin propped coquettishly on her shoulder as she looked up at him through her lashes.

"If I must, kjære prins."

If Loki had any resolve left, it gave under those words on her tongue.

Pathetic, he chastised himself- but it lacked vitriol, mollified by every ounce of sweetness and fear and tenderness she had already set upon her side of the scales.

She had risked so much of herself that Loki could not chastise himself for giving in.

"You could think of recent events as Phase One."

Loki turned in parallel to her, folding his arms across his chest, leaning his temple against the translucent wall to look down at her, the configuration of their bodies creating a bubble of intimacy. She settled further, sculpting herself into his angles, tipping her head up to him.

"Escaping from Thanos' control. Securing the Tesseract within Asgard's Vault, myself in its dungeons. Giving the Nine reason to begin asking questions, and Midgard time to prepare in the interim. Chronic underestimation and disinterest has been humanity's greatest protection for millennia, but that is no longer viable. This realm cannot remain isolated, if it is to survive. If Midgard maintains its blissful ignorance- if no one thinks to look beyond me, thinks to prepare for others, for worse-"

"You don't need to worry about Earth, in that respect," she said, sombre. "Nothing will be the same after this. SHIELD can't cover up something of this scale. It's a brave new world, and people will want to be ready. They will be looking outwards. I'll be here too. And- Dr Stark carried the nuclear missile through the portal," she added hesitantly. "If my guess is right, what he saw on the other side-"

"An armada." Loki confirmed expressionlessly.

The set of her mouth was like concrete, dropping her head into a slight nod. It was nothing that she had not already deduced- that what the Avengers had defeated was a scouting party, and part of the vanguard.

"The Chitauri are merely one of the Mad Titan's resources, and amongst the least valuable. Expendable, much like myself. It was why he was willing to risk exposure so early. A low stakes bet." He paused. "Stark seems to be a leading mind of this realm."

"He is. He's brilliant, ambitious, and a futurist. I don't think he'll dismiss what he saw. I just- wonder if it will be enough." She nipped at her lower lip. "The Avengers Initiative has potential. But for now, they're nothing more than a group of strangers with unusual abilities and a temporary common cause. They didn't even meet until a few days ago. They certainly didn't like or respect each other. I don't know if they'll trust Dr Stark's word, or if he'll even share everything- and with the Initiative under SHIELD's control, they set the team dynamics. They always have an agenda, and they resent anyone having power that doesn't belong to them, or can't be manipulated- if that's the case, if they want to keep the Avengers under their control, they might-"

She flicked her head to the side, sharply, breaking out of the stream of thoughts.

"No. It's- I'll handle it. I'll handle everything here. Leave this planet to me." She straightened, gathering herself. "Earth cannot stand alone. Nor can the other worlds."

"No, they cannot."

"Then- Asgard. The rest of the Nine Realms. What's your strategy for them? What will happen, after you return?"

"Ah. I will face Asgardian justice, in whatever form that takes. Odin is unlikely to call for my execution, at least." Loki's tone was impartial, his mind slipping into the frame of political manoeuvring, weighing up possibilities and leverage and the value of each piece of the board.

His skills had never earned him acclaim on Asgard, more likely to garner suspicion and carefully hidden sneers about the Dark Prince-but they had been honed over the centuries under his mother's indirect tutelage, and Odin's unspoken need for a diplomatic, spymaster son to compensate for his firstborn's lack thereof. While Thor came to Odin with bloodied knuckles and tales of glorious battle, Loki offered secrets that he shouldn't have reasonably acquired and problems culled before they ever broke the surface.

"He has been Allfather for far too long not to recognise the optics. I am still his son by law, and have committed no treason against Asgard. Well, not that anyone can prove. And, who knows, he may have some use of me yet. Wiser to store me in the dungeons, for the time being, until I am mercifully offered redemption by completing some task for him."

"Is your execution a real possibility?" She asked, her voice burning low as embers.

"It is highly unlikely," Loki dissembled.

She hardened, bronze and gold and crystallised fire.

"Hm. So- Odin takes you as a baby from Jotunheim, adopts you as his own, raises you and your brother on tales wherein frost giants are cast as the primitive violent monsters to be slain by the Asgardian heroes despite knowing damn well what you are, secretly plots your entire life to make you king of a people that he has taught you from infancy to fear and despise, schemes to place you on the throne of Jotunheim for his own political gain, and this father would be willing to execute you for- ah, wait, tell me," her demure smile was sarcastic, "exactly how many frost giants did Thor intend to kill in Jotunheim?"

Loki only gave a tight smile in return.

Her expression turned bright, mirthless, and vindictive.

"Ah-huh. That solves one problem, at least."

Loki's eyebrows twitched. "What?"

"Ah, nothing." Her hand absently skimmed across the glass; without the barrier of the cell wall, her fingertips would have been running over the leather and etched gold of his vambraces. "Just something for later. Anyway. Not that I expect much of him, but- will Odin suspect anything? That you weren't acting entirely of your own free will? Is there any chance he will move against Thanos, if he finds out?"

He flicked a sceptical glance over her.

"Possibly. Thor came close to the truth, but he was too easily distracted. Heimdall, the Gatekeeper, possesses far-sight. My mother has the gift of foresight, although its manifestation is sporadic. And Odin has his own means of gathering information. But even were he to discover everything, there is no guarantee that he will act. The Allfather has an image to uphold, as Protector of the Nine. Acknowledging Thanos as a threat would damage that. His forces are too distant and dispersed to execute a direct strike, as favoured by Asgardian warfare. Preventative measures, such as fortifying Asgard's defences, would reek of fear and weakness."

Loki tapped a finger against his arm, calculating. Forcing Asgard to alter its position would be like to trying to bend glass. Even if the realm broke under engineered pressure, the situation could fracture unpredictably and slip beyond his control within mere moments- and striking at Thanos prematurely would be catastrophic.

He would need to circumvent Asgard itself, would need to influence policy with external forces, rather than internal politics.

An idea sparked.

"Protector of the Nine," she repeated slowly, incisive, as though tasting the words, a revelation slowly burning up through her. "I see. The Nine aren't a mutual defence pact, or a trading bloc. It's- a case of thinly veiled suzerainty."

Loki pressed down on a grin, delighted.

"Precisely, darling. Asgard regards itself as first and greatest, not first amongst equals," Loki explained wryly. "And it has long since grown complacent in its supposedly benevolent hegemony, as has the rest of the Nine. Stagnating in its long peace and old victories, while remaining blind to the steady rise of other worlds, beyond Yggdrasil."

"History is littered with the ruins of empires that believed themselves eternal," she said with a twist of her mouth, pressing her knuckles to her mouth. "Then- if that hegemony were undermined? A complete imperial collapse wouldn't help anyone, but- if other realms started paying attention to these worlds, ones that could challenge Asgard- if they started to doubt Asgard's infallibility- and if they decided that they couldn't rely on Asgard alone, and wanted to make defensive pacts amongst themselves, or even with other worlds-"

"- better that they consolidate under Asgard, than pull away to forge their own collective," Loki confirmed, pleased that she had come to the same conclusion. "Odin will see the expediency in making a concession to maintain overall supremacy. Keeping a hand on the reins. A minor political crisis, to force a reshuffle the power dynamics, and open up the Nine- I believe this may be the best bet."

"Won't your movements be limited, once you're imprisoned?" She asked, glancing up, a crease appearing between her brows. "How are you going to incite all of this if you're confined to a cell?"

"So little faith in me, dove?" Loki teased, tilting his head into her, his breath chasing across the glass. She huffed at him, indignant. "While I have no intention of remaining in the dungeons for overlong, it should not be be too much of a hindrance. The right information, in the right place, at the right time, and the right alliances will begin to coalesce as naturally as storm clouds from condensation. Once the informal agreements and general inclination is present, it need only be sparked into a proposal of a formal pact."

She made a soft noise. "And there has to be some kind of alliance- a unified defence- or Thanos will simply divide and conquer." She bit her lip, putting her mind to work. "Starting with the Nine Realms as a foundation is smart. From there- if we pull in other planets, those who already know of the threat, those who have something to gain from trade-"

"It will be difficult enough with the Nine alone," Loki warned her. "Muspelheim has been hostile to Asgard for centuries, Jotunheim is crumbling and embittered, and Svartalfheim has been little more than a wasteland of radioactive ash since before Odin's time. Vanaheim and Alfheim have the closest ties to Asgard, but that may be more hindrance than help, and the ljosalfar all but bleed ulterior motives. Niflheim is unpredictable- it will depend on the ambassador, and whether they can persuade Karnilla of the advantages. Nidavellir is tricky, being reliant on trade with other realms, but intensely wary of their resources and craft being exploited. Midgard is the true wildcard, as it lacks unification. This, of course, all assuming that Odin can be nudged into initiating such negotiations in the first place-"

"Aren't you the God of Mischief?" She interrupted, arching an eyebrow.

Loki smirked, her challenge cutting across his invective, and sank deeper into her, her figure rendered dainty in his shadow, leaving barely a breath of space between them.

"Darling," he purred."And here I thought you faithless."

"You have a brilliant mind," she stated calmly, lashes softening the sheen of her irises, curving into him as her chin lifted slightly, "sharp as onyx. You've dealt in Asgardian politics for centuries. You schemed your way out of this Mad Titan's grasp, and used what little power and freedom you had at your disposal to manipulate an impossible situation into a relatively clean conclusion. I don't doubt that it will be difficult, delicate work- but I also don't doubt you. I was worried about your ability to access the problem. Nothing else. If anyone can orchestrate this, it's you, my prince."

Loki felt himself flush, heat diffusing through his chest, swallowing against it.

Her lip creased and blushed hotly under her teeth, soft and aglow, hoarding the fragile moment before letting it break like water against the rocks.

"What about others, outside the Nine?" She continued. "Galactic powers and empires, ones who already know of Thanos- the Nova, or the Kree?"

Surprised, Loki ran his gaze over her searchingly. "You're quite knowledgeable."

"The Tesseract took me across the length of the universe," she reminded him, her tone mellow and her expression faintly pleased, "I paid attention."

Loki hummed, low in his throat. "Both are viable. Nova is more diverse, and therefore more likely to cooperate with other worlds. The Kree- are proud, superior, and embroiled in far too many wars, but it might help, to give them something else to point their guns at. Their war with the Xandarians is beginning to run cold, and there has been some kind of interference with their hostilities with the Skrulls."

"It's one of the largest empires in the galaxy, and highly militaristic," she pointed out. "Is this the start of a culture shift, or a schism?"

"It's impossible to say, beloved. It's a thin line between evolution and revolution. Depending on how the rumoured peace talks with the Nova Empire develop, it may present an opportunity- either to forge an interstellar alliance, or to topple the house of cards and pull something from the debris."

"Mm. Alright, what about Sovereign?"

"Them?"

"They're highly technologically advanced, almost more so than the Kree and the Nova Empires-"

"They are arrogant, petulant, hypocritical children-"

"Useful arrogant, petulant, hypocritical children, and a necessary foothold in the galaxy." She stated pragmatically. "Nobody's perfect. And no one asked you to like them, or even deal with them beyond this. But I don't think we can afford to be selective."

Loki grimaced, but did not disagree.

Faintly, however, he felt the premonition of a migraine forming, at the thought of the inevitable clash of egos between Asgard, Nova, Kree and Sovereign if they ever agreed to diplomatic negotiations and were seated at the same table. It would be worse than the occasion where he was tasked with overseeing the renewal of the trade deal between Niflheim and Nidavellir.

Loki winced at the memory. It had taken months to get the soot and Norn magic out of his favourite leathers.

She breathed out against the glass, turning against the wall of the cell as though to tuck herself into Loki's chest. His heart skipped a beat.

"It will be the same here, you know. Once the project is over and SHIELD releases me, I won't be able to return to my life from before. I'll have to go underground, so- I may as well make use of it. SHIELD will be more aggressive in monitoring and capturing enhanced, now that the secret is out, and with the fear and stigma that is bound to arise. I'll need to build a network, to protect them where I can. And while salvaging what I can from SHIELD- there are too many semi-decent agents and too many useful skillsets to waste- but getting them to tolerate each other will be-"

"Don't take unnecessary risks," Loki said sharply, his hand pressed to the glass before he realised that he had reached up to caress her cheek. "I don't want you getting hurt."

She melted into a warm smile, like the cresting sun. "And you," she said softly, tinted with a sudden melancholy.

Loki hesitated, fingertips tensing and shifting against the wall of the cell.

"I cannot regret it, you know."

The shade of her smile altered. "I know."

"No," Loki cut across her, "no, you don't. I did what I did, and I know why I did it. I refuse to regret it. Even if I had before, I could not now. Even if there had been another course open to me, even if I had that time again and knowledge, I could never truly regret it." He could feel his breath trembling, and as his hand slipped down the glass, he could imagine his heart bared at his wrist. "Not now."

For a long moment, she considered him- seeing clear through him, turning over the almost-apology and the fear of her reaction with a feather-light touch, like sheets of fragile parchment that might disintegrate under the warmth of her skin.

Haltingly, she reached out her hand, aligning her fingertips with his.

"I can't regret it either," she whispered, head sinking in confession, tresses falling in a white-gold veil. "Even if I can feel remorse at not regretting."

For the first time, Loki felt a twinge of true guilt.

"Is there anything I can give you?" Loki asked, dipping his head to catch her eyes.

"Ah- you don't have-"

"I want to." He pivoted his tone into a gentle jest. "Consider it the last of my debt repaid, if it makes you more comfortable."

She gave a giggle, insubstantial as watercolour, and turned her face towards him, cheek skimming the glass and curled into herself.

"Just- talk to me?" She said, suddenly and endearingly shy in the request. "Please. For a little while longer? I, ah- I like it when you talk."

Loki wanted to lean down, and kiss the subtle colour from her cheeks.

"I am yours, beloved," he said, a concession tucked into the phrasing, utterly unsubtle. "For as long as you wish it."

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Long ago, the Archivists were once inventors and scholars who resided in Page Pier. While they weren’t the strongest Mixel tribe, they were the most intelligent and clever tribe to grace Mixel Planet. Their inventions were world changing, and changed the way some Mixels do things.

But now, they are a tribe of the past, as one day they just disappeared mysteriously, and no one has ever seen or heard from them since.

Many of their inventions have also been forgotten to time, as many of them have either vanished, or have just been lost.

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Scrib: The leader that comes up with brilliant ideas, but has way too many of them to count.

Prin-Pen: The lax member with a heart of gold, and the most down to earth inventions.

Wisbook: The member with some of the craziest ideas out there.

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Thought I’d make an OC tribe for fun.

#Mixels #Mixel oc

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💕💕💕

SEND HEART FOR SOME POSITIVITY ! Three hearts? Three mutuals!

First one! @anomalystudy ! Prinny!! I am going to grab you and shake you around ( lovingly ) !! Prin is an absolute treat to write with, and the thought they put into their muses drives me fucking bonkers. I really love just sitting in a call and bouncing lore around like an overinflated beach ball with them. If Tinta was a real bug I'd hold her in my hands and give her the world, thank you. 😤

Next!! @small-ears ! SODA. ( MENACINGLY ) Writing with Soda can do one of two things. Either send me directly to hell or melt me into a puddle. I LOVE both of these options, and they are the reason!! Never in my life have I seen someone put so much thought into a rat. On top of being a brilliant writer, Soda is an artist I go insane over. Every time new art pops up I go a little feral. 10/10 Beloved Rat Ever. 💛

And Last on the wheel! @fabulistfacade ! LEXAAAA. Holy shit have you ever seen someone that can take a crusty old man and give him PHENOMENAL LORE? That someone is this bitch ( endearing ) right here. I could go on and on and on about the dynamic Snow and Joey had, and I'm more than excited to slowly build that again. Never thought I'd see the day Joey Drew wears a corset but here we are. Lexa you absolute beloved, you're a gem!

#✧Oh! That was fun~! ( memes/dash games )

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At Last ( Closed Para )

LOCATION: Sundance Festival DATE: January 01 2024 Pedro has a surprise for @alycaa during Sundance CW: lightly spiced.

pedro: After bidding goodnight to his castmates at his premiere, Pedro waited patiently for Alycia to finish up. Smiling as he watched her effortlessly move from person to person with the smile on her face that was seared forever onto his heart. There was not a single doubt to anyone who would look at him now that he was in love with that woman, unconditionally, completely obsessed with her. He wished so sorely that he could've seen her today, celebrated her achievements with her as she had so many times for him, but unfortunately the cards had not fallen in their favor, but he knew this would not be the last opportunity he would have to be her cheerleader. As she approached him his nose crinkled and his smile turned into an excitement he could not contain "¡oye chica!" he greeted gleefully, bobbing a little, getting more giggly the closer she got. "How was your day? Were you brilliant?" he took her hand to kiss her knuckles first before he kissed each of her cheeks, then her lips and finally hugging her. alycia jasmin: attending sundance for the first time was a dream come true for alycia. her whole career she had hoped to have a film or project she was part of reach a bigger audience, and here she was at her very first sundance along side Pedro. she had always been in awe of her partners sheer raw talent, and to stand along side him while they both did what they loved to do meant the world to her.

after the longest day of press and talking about her film, she was finally reunited with pedro. she hadn’t seen much of him the whole day, so as soon as she was able to see him she ran as quick as her heels would allow. as soon as her arms were around him, she welcomed the kisses with a giggle. “my day was magical.” she beamed. “but i missed you so much.” she pecked his lips ever so softly, her nose bumping against his. “how was your day?”

pedro: Pedro beamed with pride as he listened to her talk about her day, his eyes were so attentive as he listened to her but they soon closed as she came close to him with the gentle kiss and the delicate nose bump "I missed you too, squirt! I'm so proud of you." He took her hand in his own then took his place by her side so they could make their way back to the hotel room. He had something planned for their return, Courtney had been so helpful and had gone above and beyond her paygrade not only in babysitting for them today but assisting him with his secret plans. She was truly an angel. "My day went pretty okay. I'm excited for the movie. I only wish we weren't billed at the same time so I could've been there for yours but I will go to the movies when it's released. Are your feet okay? Do you need me to carry your shoes?"

alycia jasmin: the way pedro was still very attentive to her and her needs and how she was doing made her fall more in love with him than she already was. there was never a moment he wasn’t asking her how she was or how her body was feeling, and she appreciated that concern from him. “i’m feeling okay. heels are never fun on the feet but i feel like a princess, so i want to enjoy this feeling a little while longer before the day is done.” her head fell on his shoulder as she walked beside him, her hand moving ever so gently up the inside of his arm as they walked. “i can’t wait to see your movie too, papi. “

pedro: "You are a princess. You're my princess." he brought her hand up to his lips again to kiss her knuckles. "But you know you're still my princess when you're in my hoodie with messy hair, si?" Pedro stopped outside the elevator and pressed the button to call it, turning in to her and tenderly nipping her chin with his forefinger and thumb, letting his thumb drag over her lower lip slightly.

alycia jasmin: “si..” she responded in her own broken spanish, something she had been actively working on with his help. “always your princess, papi.” as they come to a stop at the elevator she turned just enough to look at him, her stomach twisting into nervous knots at the subtle touch. catching the tip of his finger with her tongue as he grazed her lip, she started to giggle. “the way you are looking at me right now is making me feel all sorts of things.” she teased.

pedro: He smiled affectionately at her pronunciation, appreciating the efforts she always made to be closer to him and his family. He tried not to give anything away that this wasn't an ordinary night; he didn't want her to get any kind of impression that he was up to anything and spoil the surprise when they got back to their hotel room. He licked his lips as her tongue caught the tip of his finger and he flashed her a boyish grin, "What kind of things, mi amor?"

alycia jasmin: there was a pull at the corners of her lips as her smile grew wider, her hands easing up his chest as she leaned in to whisper into his ear, but the buzzing of the elevator doors opening up made her pull back. “saved by the bell huh?” she walked onto the elevator, giggling quietly as she leaned against the elevator wall.

pedro: Pedro's eyes darted across her face as she leaned into him, he turned his ear towards her to hear what she had to say but when the elevator came she pulled back and he pouted in her direction. "Fine," he said, rubbing his sore shoulder, which had been out of his brace all day as he followed her into the elevator and pressed the button for their floor, "Keep your secrets." He stood in front of her, looking into her eyes as his hand slipped into the hair at the base of her skull, then he leaned down to kiss her.

alycia jasmin: her smile never faded as soon as she saw him pout. she knew her playfulness would come back to bite her later, but she loved getting him riled up. “i plan on it. maybe i’ll tell you someday.” she did her best to choke back the noise she made as soon as he grabbed her hair, the sound muffled by his lips as soon as he kissed her. her body molded into his as she returned the kiss, the elevator once again putting a dent in their plans as the doors opened. “as soon as we get back to the room you are mine.” pedro: His free hand found her hip, caressing the soft curvature of her body as it joined her thigh and he pulled her closer to him. It was a dangerous tango that they had danced many nights before. He sighed, defeated, as the doors opened again and chomped his teeth at her softly, letting her walk ahead of him so to allow himself the privilege of planting a firm smack to her beautiful ass as he followed behind her.

alycia jasmin: her breath caught in her throat as soon as his hand found her thigh. the way he managed to make her feel wanted anytime he touched her was mind blowing. there was never a doubt in her mind that he loved her. “be a good boy and you might get a taste when we get back to the room.” as she went to leave and he smacked her ass, she made a sound of approval, leaning her back onto his chest, but careful not to hurt his shoulder. “come on trouble.”

pedro: Whenever she was close to him, Pedro couldn't help but put his hands on her, both his hands moulded around her ribcage as he nuzzled into her hair as she leaned back, taking a deep inhale of her hair. He moved to the side of her so he could take her hand and thread their fingers together as they walked back to their hotel room. "I am always a good boy," he insisted, "I'm best behavior. Always."

alycia jasmin: she took a moment to enjoy how close they were. they both had been so busy with their own work schedules that it felt like they hadn't had much time to spend together. she missed spending every moment of every day with him, especially when those moments were few and far between. "that's a fucking life and we both know it." she gave his hand a squeeze as soon as their fingers became laced together, following shoulder to shoulder with him on their way towards their hotel room. "you are a menace and we both know that."

pedro: Pedro laughed out loud at her words, throwing his head back in amusement. He put his other hand on her arm as she leaned in to him, it was mostly a gesture of affection and a little bit to give his shoulder a little relief from his arm hanging dormant by his side. "A menace is it?" He smirked, "We'll see." When they got to their hotel room, Pedro kissed her cheek and took the key card from his pocket and opened the door for her with his good arm, allowing her to go inside first. The room had been decorated with a rainbow of flowers; multiple bouquets in various sizes lined the floor by the door to the balcony, and at the foot of the bed, on the bedside tables and the dresser. The bedside lamps were on low and small battery operated flicker candles adored the dresser and bedside (because the hotel would not allow real candles to be lit and left unattended, understandably). On the bed was a small cake, just large enough for four slices, frosted in white and in purple icing written in script on top were the words 'Lets keep having sex for the rest of our lives'

alycia jasmin: “uh huh.” she mused at his obvious amusement at the name. the way they were able to go back and fourth with one another was one of the many, many things alycia loved about being with him. being with pedro had always been easy. she never had to fight for his affection, and while she knew he had a past she never worried about not being good enough for him. as she come to a stop by the door she smiled, allowing him to kiss her cheek as she leaned into him. once the door opened and she seen the endless amount of flowers, her expression softened almost immediately. “what is all of this?” her hands went to cover her month the further into the room she went, leaning down to smell several of the endless bouquets around her. “this is so beautiful.” she had tears forming in her eyes as she read the cake that was on the bed, the words written causing her to giggle as she wiped her eyes. she was easily emotional now that she had had a baby. “no one else i’d rather have sex with than you, papi.”

pedro: Pedro closed the door behind them and watched her move through the flowers with a soft smile on his face. His heart swelled with love and he swallowed thickly as his anxiety settled into his chest, making him put his hand over it instinctively. He walked to her and took her hand in his, kissing her knuckles, "You have made me so happy. For so many years. My only regret is that I was not so set in my ways when we first met, so I could've had the opportunity to love you longer. You are my best friend, amor. I cannot put into words how grateful I am for how you have healed my broken heart and how patient you have been with me. You're my heart, my soul, my whole world. There is nobody I want to spend the rest of my life with than you. And I know you already are…" he let go of her hand so he could reach into his pocket. He pulled out a ring box and opened it up, inside an oval cut halo engagement ring and he dropped onto one knee and looked up at her with his big dark eyes so full of love "but I'd like to make it official. Will you be Mrs Alycia Jasmin Debnam-Carey-Balmaceda-Pascal? Like I don't have fucking asthma and need to take a shot of air to say all of that?"

alycia jasmin: she was no stranger to pedro and his outward and sometimes over the top show of affection. he was always buying her flowers and running her bubble baths, and showing his love for her in any way that he could. that’s why his next words had caught her by surprise, and before she could register what was going on he was down on one knee, opening a small velvet box to reveal a beautiful, oval cut engagement ring. she gasped, and her hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her whimper, as tears began to roll down her cheeks. she wanted to shout to the rooftops ‘yes’ before he could even finish asking, but it took her brain a moment to catch up with what she wanted to say. as soon as he stopped talking and a brief moment of silence fell between them, she bent down to her knees and placed her hands on his cheeks, her thumb running along his cheek. “a million times yes!”

pedro: He had no reason to believe she would say no, but the brief moment of silence was deafening. He softly bit his lip as his own eyes filled with tears and as she dropped to his level and touched his cheeks, his eyes crinkled with a smile that he could not contain when he knew what was coming. Her words confirming it true. A joyful laugh bubbled from his lips, as he carefully plucked the ring from the cushion and set the box aside so he could delicately slide the ring onto her finger - quietly praying he had chosen the right size and letting go of a breath when it fit her - and making their engagement official. Then he threw his arms around her, damning his shoulder, and kissed her.

alycia jasmin: her hands were shaking as he slid the ring onto her finger. she had honestly given up any kind of hope that pedro would want to marry her. not that she had ever held that against him. she knew he had been hurt in the past and she had accepted that marriage might never be i the cards for them, but here he was on one knee, promising to spend the rest of his life with her. “you sneaky bastard.” she spoke against his lips. “i thought you never wanted to marry me.”

pedro: Pedro shook his head at her comment, pulling back and bringing his hand up to her cheek to touch it gently as he looked her in the eyes, "Of course I do mi amor. I just -- I needed time. I needed to heal. I needed to know that I could trust you one-hundred percent. And I do… one hundred and fifty."

alycia jasmin: she blinked a couple times to release the tears that were lingering near her tear ducts, those very same eyes drifting to the diamond now on her finger. “i’m glad you trust me. i would never hurt you no matter what. i love you and care about you too much to ever do that.” pedro: He smiled brightly and adjusted himself to sit down on the ground, pulling her into his lap and kissing her, wrapping his arms around her waist and keeping her close. When he pulled back he looked into her eyes and gave his head a short nod, "I believe you. I do. I love you, I want to marry the heck out of you and raise the shit out of our babies."

alycia jasmin: it meant the world to her to hear out loud that he trusted her. she had spent the better half of a year trying to prove to him that she was all in. that she wanted to be with him and create this beautiful life with him. it was never about a ring for her. she knew that she had him regardless if he wanted to put a ring on it, but the fact that he trusted her enough after all he had been through meant more to her than some diamond he put on her finger. "i love you too, papi. more than you will ever know." she adjusted herself on his lap, her face buried into his neck as she started to giggle. "i want to marry the heck out of you too, and raise our beautiful babies."

#alycaa #( reírse con otro es el mayor síntoma de amor ; pedro & alycia )

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trashexplorer · 2 years

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BLCD Review: BL Cinderella

Title: Cendrillon no Kuroi no Kawagatsu (サンドリヨンの黒い革靴)

Author: Haruo Inoue

Illustrator: Onoda Touya

Release Date: 2021/06/25

Cast: Hatano Wataru x Kumagai Kentarou

Synopsis: Haibara Ayumu, a talented parliamentary secretary, has no problems executing his work perfectly. However, he can’t help but feel that there’s just something missing in his life. On the way home one night, Ayumu loses his shoe on the crowded train, and the man who picks up his shoe, Hikami, turns out to totally be his type of man. To thank him for retrieving his shoe, Ayumu asks Hikami out for some drinks. One thing leads to another and they find themselves sharing a passionate night with each other. It was only supposed to be a one-time thing, but they soon find themselves reuniting at work?!

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Listen, you guys. The tension these two had the very first time they met on that train station was so thick, I could cut it with a knife. We all knew that they was ready to fuck each other, and I was just so oddly embarrassed ‘cause it made me feel like an intruder in their pre-coital thoughts. 😳 As y’all know, I’m a hoe who can’t read, so I didn’t realize that this was a reading CD until it started. If you’ve read my very first Brilliant Prin original, you’d know that I struggled with Netsuai Judge because they used so many complicated terms during the narration. Thankfully, however, Cendrillon was easier to understand and, uhh, hot. Y’all gotta hear them talk about each other, istg. The writing was so sjdkshjdsk I still get so flustered when I re-listen to it.

Hikami: “He dropped his shoe, his umbrella, and his guard... What’s next?”

Me: “His pants.”

Alas, the hype died down in like the second disk for whatever reason. So, I really wanted Ayumu to be the cool, mature power bottom queen, but he pretty much turned a little desperate for the mans. But I guess that’s just my bias for KumaKen’s Loki talking. 🤷 The action here was also... uhh... strange for a lack of a better word. For more context, Hikami is part of special? police forces assigned to bodyguard Ayumu’s boss from a stalker. I get that Ayumu’s boss was a high-profile man, but special forces for a stalker? Can’t you let regular polis to do that? Y’all know where this is going, right? We get to the climax and the stalker finally shows up and attacks Hikami with a... survival knife. I couldn’t help but laugh through it ‘cause Ayumu was so frantic thinking that he was gonna die the whole three mins of the fight.

SIS, IT’S JUST A KNIFE???

But then BLOOD! OH NO, HIKAMI GOT STABBED???!!! And Ayumu was also sobbing his eyes out at this point. I was like, “Hikami’s gonna say that it’s not his blood” and was fucking right cause the stalker was so bad with it that I guess he stabbed himself???

I mean, I probably shouldn’t judge ‘cause Japan has a gun ban, but it’s just a knife oh my god.

Well, plot aside, the voice work was great (save for KumaKen’s weird crying during the fight scene). Listening to the first disk was an experience, so I would implore y’all to check that out at least. KumaKen just be built differently, man. I think this is the highest I’ve ever heard him go. Again, I prefer his Loki smut more, but his Ayumu here was also the goddamn hoe. As for Wacchan, I’m 100% sure he got cast because of his Doumeki, so they really should’ve given the man a gun fight c’mon. HE WAS SO SEXAY THO AAAAA YOU GOTTA LISTEN TO HIM CHUCKLE WHAT THE FUCK. As this was a reading cd with 80% monologue, it felt like I was listening to an r18 otome cd esp with Wacchan monologuing like that. My confidence in handling Kawahara in my Pheromone Tantei has become 0.

Also, I gotta say that the music they used here was weird. I get that they were going for something opera and ballet-ish because Cinderella and all, but it didn’t vibe well with the plot. Not to mention, the pieces they chose were a little too La Corda lmao.

Hmm, I don’t think I have anything else that remotely comes close to Cinderella (Cinderella wa Shiranai was shit). Man, what I would give for fairytale BL (haji when???). Cinderella plots, however, are quite common. Y’all might be sick of hearing this, but if it’s a Cinderella plot you want, Kashikomarimashita: Destiny. HAHAHAHAHA

#blcd reviews #blcd 2021 reviews #cendrillon no kuroi kawagutsu #brilliant prin #haruo inoue #onoda touya #hatano wataru #kumagai kentarou

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