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my-dumb-obsessions · 2 months
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❤️ Thank you so much, @alienturnipp for this amazing concept art/character design of my Warden, Cariane Amell. All the work you put into designing her armor paid off beautifully! I love all the gorgeous flower details, and her weapons are perfect! This could fit right into World of Thedas.❤️
More about Cariane here! Close-ups below the cut:
Form and function combine in this layered look
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Jura always makes Carie look so fierce!
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Full-body model in all her windswept, Fade-wielding glory 😍
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Thank you again! I love it so much!
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darqchilddaydreamz · 1 year
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Tig Trager x femOC * 18+ BLOG * 🚩MINORS GO AWAY🚩
SOA belongs to Kurt, this story belongs to me and I belong to The Boys.
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Here we go...
Tig woke up twisted up in sheets he didn’t recognize, in a room he didn’t recognize. The pain all over his body alerted him to his injuries all at once. Groaning, he rolled over onto his back. The effort brought up a pounding in his head that waited until last to announce itself. Where the fuck am I?
Stumbling into the en-suite bathroom, he recognized nothing but the decor was decidedly feminine. Standing in the mirror the bruises on his body and knuckles showed signs of punches thrown and received. Flexing his fingers, he grimaced. He hated it when he slept in his rings, his fingers were swollen now so it was gonna be a bitch to get them off. Opening the medicine cabinet, he found a large bottle of aspirin but no prescription meds to give him an inkling of what or more importantly who he was about to deal with when he opened that bedroom door. Drinking water directly from the sink faucet to get four of the tablets down, pieces of his night were coming back. A backstreet bar with Happy and Kozik…but not the most important thing - where he was and how he got there. I don’t remember leaving. Shit, is this even still Vegas?
A travel toothbrush and toothpaste set sat on the sink. Ripping it open, he used it twice - happy to be rid of the gross mix of alcohol, old smoke and copper penny taste in his mouth. He found his clothes hanging neatly on the armchair by the bed with his boots tucked under the bottom and his gun on the seat cushion, but no keys. Slipping into his jeans he chuckled to himself, wondering if it was a good thing or a bad thing that he still had his boxers on. His wallet was still in his pants pocket, with nothing missing and his phone didn’t look messed with but it had five texts waiting. I’ll get to them in a minute. I have to get out of here. Ready to face whatever it was out there, he slid into his cut and opened the door, pausing to listen. Music was playing somewhere and an occasional clanging where the only sounds. Cooking? No voices? Cautiously walking out, he followed the smell of food to the kitchen.
The woman standing with her back to him was watering plants and wearing his hoodie. I guess I was missing something after all. When she went up on her toes he admired her legs, watching the muscles flex. The black butterfly tattoo on her calf touched a quick smile on his lips.
Well, fuck me twice and bury me limp….Aileen Vega. 
He rolled his eyes heavenward, rubbing his face. Shit! Shit! Shit! Of all the places for him to land, you couldn’t have convinced him that this would be it in a million years. The raven-haired, olive-skinned vixen was his ex of sorts and the only woman in over a decade that had gotten an ‘I love you’ out of him. They were never truly together as a couple but anyone who tried to get between them during their off-and-on, two-year-long battle of wills, caught all kinds of hell for their attempts. Their time had been soaked in Jack Daniel’s and layered with an abundance of rowdy sex and even rowdier arguments. It had been three years now since they had last spoken but her move from Charming to Vegas, hadn’t stopped him from keeping track of her.  
“Mornin' beautiful,” he said, knowing she knew he was standing there.
 Without turning around, she turned the music down and flipped the bacon in the pan, “Well, look who finished sleepin’ it off. I was about to wake you up.”
Clearing his throat, he stepped into the kitchen not knowing exactly what to say.
“What’s wrong? Having a problem recalling your night, Trager?” Finally turning around, she enjoyed the way his body tensed seeing her face-to-face again. With an amused roll of her eyes, she tapped her finger on the side of her head as if in thought. “Well, let me refresh your memory then. You knocked…no, banged on my door at some ridiculous o’clocks in the morning. Waaaay too drunk to be riding. Beat all to hell and for some reason thought my house was the place you should be at. It took twenty minutes just to get your gin-soaked ass into a bed and another fifteen to get you to stay there.” 
That explains the missing keys. Tig rubbed his mustache, thinking but failing to recall any of it.
“And I’m missing work right now because I didn’t trust you to know your ass from your elbow when you finally did wake up.” 
Bouncing off of the wall he’d leaned against, he sauntered further into the kitchen. “I’d apologize, sweetheart, but there are key parts of last night that have slipped my mind.”
“Hmm,” she smirked, turning back to the stove. “I didn't know you knew where I was livin' now.”
Shit. Busted. Tig silently cursed the fact that Juice had kept him abreast of her home address and job. Knowing she was safe and happy meant their final breakup wasn’t for nothing. But apparently, DrunkTig forgot that she wasn’t supposed to know that, in addition to forgetting that he was supposed to stay away from her. Three years of his quiet monitoring were exposed by one bad night in her city.  
“Well, I guess I did.” He covered his mistake with a guilty smile, admitting nothing. Resting his hand on the back of her neck and dropping a kiss on her temple, he looked around. “It’s a nice place.”
“Move it, you miscreant.” She nudged him away with her elbow, not even bothering with asking how he got the info on her. Pointing a spatula in his general direction, she informed him, “There’s new towels in the main bathroom. Hurry up and shower so we can eat and I can check your stupid cuts.”
She can’t be that mad if she’s willing to feed me.
To her annoyance, he leaned on the counter instead and watched her skip between pans, stirring and fussing over the food. “So uh…dollface--?” he started.
Aileen held her lips closed on the shit-eating grin that his hesitancy brought to her face. She knew he would want to know even though he clearly understands he was soused the night before. Her eyes traveled over him while he tried again to get his question out. This man still has nothing but sex on the brain. How could we fuck if you were blacked out, idiot? I mean you still look good, but really?
“No. We didn’t.” She answered the unasked question, “You slept down here and I slept in my room.”
Tig huffed out a laugh. She knew him better than any other woman in his life ever had. “Looks like I missed out.”
She turned and answered with a straight face. “You sure did. ‘Cause I’m better now than I ever was, Alexander.”
And that is saying a lot. Tig’s shoulders drooped and he groaned. Fuck. Me. Smiling at his fresh suffering, she turned the heat off on the stovetop to go get dressed. Walking past him, she snapped, “Will you go get your shower? I’m hungry! You’ve got ten minutes or I’m eating without you. ”
 Following, his eyes trailed her up the stairs, her ass barely covered by his hoodie. “And don’t think you’re getting this back, Trager!” She laughed, popping the shoulder’s fabric, “I’m keeping it!”
“It still looks hella good on you, baby,” he called up from where he had positioned himself at the bottom of the stairs. 
“Like I didn’t know,” she shot back. Stopping, she leaned on the railing of the walkway leading to her bedroom door with her hair dangling down - her smile luring him in. His blue eyes caught up in her onyx again. How is she more beautiful now than before? Her eyes carried heat, lingering on him just long enough to have him racing up the stairs after her with nothing near regret crowding out his want to be back in her bed.
Here we go again.
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cdragons · 1 month
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When the East Winds Blow
Stannis Baratheon x YiTish Second Wife!OC (who also doubles as a childhood friend)
Aka: A WOC fixes all of Westeros' bullshit with a magic flute and is about to whoop a bunch of old white men's asses with a slipper because they need it ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
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Summary: 美灵 (Měilíng) was a young girl from the port city of Shenlong in Yi Ti when she learns that she is the only living child of 徐浩然 (Xú Hàorán), a cruel and powerful merchant in Wan, and takes her to Westeros to expand his company. Scared in a new land, her only companions are her trusty flute and memories of her mother's stories. But she will have a friend who will change her life forever, and she will do the same for him.
Warning(s): MDNI 18+; Domestic Abuse; Child Abuse; Cersei is the worst; Tywin is the worst; Robert is a pig; Měilíng's dad is like 40 years+ her mom's age, and the worst; the story is going to be written like those Ted Ed mythic videos; Robb and the Northern boys and the other OC don't show up for a lil' bit, but it's coming
Author's Note: Please read this post for reference. Exams and ADHD are kicking my ass, and I need a distraction. Please do not repost without my permission. I did not come up with the names for the Yi Ti regions; that credit belongs to the brilliant @anya-snow. If you are interested in the names' translations, it is at the bottom.
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From the Beginning:
“As she entered the world and cried out in victory for her survival – the fearsome, dark clouds parted, and the sun’s feeble rays shone only to pool the delivery room as the gentle breeze brought by the sea welcomed Xīwángmǔ’s new child, and the small wind chimes and bells danced in its embrace.”
In the Shenlong province, a young girl gave birth to a young girl. However, the baby was exceptional. As she grew, she showed to have a very cunning mind. She has met thousands of foreigners daily since being born in a port town. Her proficiency in learning foreign tongues alone caught the attention of one of the oldest and wealthiest merchants in Wan. Měilíng did not have much, but she had her mother and her simple life by the docks, and that was enough for her.
Xu Hàorán, an aging but powerful merchant in Wan, was the most important port city in Yi Ti. The merchant was very old, and his wife had long died without giving him any children. At the news of the child’s birth, he ordered the child and her mother to be brought to his home.
After seeing the child’s face, it was clear that this was his daughter. Recalling the time he spent with a girl from a poor fishing family years ago, he realized that Měilíng was the product of that night. Overridden with joy at the idea of him finally having an heir, he immediately ordered Mei to begin her education as he locked her mother in a small, dark room.
Měilíng despised her father. Soon, it became years since she saw her mother, and she missed the lullabies she would sing to her. She would long to listen to the stories of the great water dragons that controlled the storms and the seas.
But still, she decided to continue her education. She showed much promise at a young age for business and trade. She had a keen eye for craftsmanship and a talent for linguistics. Her proficiency in learning foreign tongues made her a vital tool in expanding her father’s company across the Golden Empire to Essos and eventually to the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.
In return for how rich his daughter made him, Měilíng’s father granted Měilíng one visit to her mother. When the pair reunited, Měilíng’s mother gifted her beloved child a flute from the bones of a basilisk killed by the great Dragon King, who ruled the sky and its storms from his kingdom in the sea.
Because of how quickly she learned Westerosi’s Common Tongue, her father decided it was best to bring her with him on the voyage to Planky Town in Dorne, where he hoped to expand his trading route to the pockets of the high nobility.
On the seas, a cyclone headed directly to the ship Měilíng and her father were on, but only Měilíng was calm.
Taking out her bone flute, she played a simple but beautiful tune to the sky, and the cyclone disappeared, and the winds brought their ships to Dorne in half the expected time. Although this story was kept secret by the crew under strict oath of Hàorán’s orders, she was soon called “风子” or “Child of the Wind.”
“Bewitched were the Martell’s – for they have never seen such finery in all their years. ‘What luster! What radiance!’ they exclaimed. After rigorous negotiations that resulted in a broken vase and spilled wine by thrown glasses, a trade was brokered, and the Xu’s have planted their first flag in the West.”
After reaching Dorne, the Martells refused to meet with the foreign merchant. They believed that any goods his ships carried had long become spoiled and rotten from the sea voyage. But they were shocked to find the fruits fresh and ripe, the herbs and spices’ scents had not dulled, and the porcelain vases retained their glossiness and shine. But what caught their eye the most was how superior their silks were compared to their own. Their roughest bolt alone was far smoother than the Princesses’ finest dresses.
The silks and fruits caught the eyes of a young Princess, Elia Martell, and her younger brother, Prince Oberyn. Fascinated by the riches, their curiosity was peaked by the olive-skin-toned girl, who wore strange braids and smelled of the ocean and wind.
Elia asked Mei if Yi Ti was anything like Dorne. Měilíng replied that only one region in her country matched Dorne, and it was Ren. She wove tales of how the Renii managed to thrive in the deserts and become masters of magi and developing technology and medicine. Although Mei had never personally visited Ren, she told the Donrish princess and her brother all the stories of the province she could recall from her lessons and her mother.
Měilíng asked Elia if there was any magic or dragons in Dorne. Elia laughed in delight. She told the foreign girl that Dorne did not have dragons, but they had vipers with poison so potent that it would instantly kill a ten-foot man. The Seven Kingdoms' only dragons were underneath the Red Keep in King’s Landing. But they were all dead. But there was no magic. This disappointed Měilíng.
Elia asked if Měilíng knew anyone, and Měilíng replied that Elia was the first person in Westeros she had ever spoken to. Amazed by the girl’s fluency, Elia exclaimed that she and Měilíng would be best friends for the rest of their lives. Měilíng thought the young princess strange but agreed nonetheless.
Seeing her children make friends with the merchant’s daughter, Princess Lorenza was pleased to see the strange girl smile. But Hàorán was furious. Greed from his newly gained wealth made him paranoid, and he thought Měilíng was ridiculing him in the Common Tongue. He faked a smile before hurrying his sale to the mother so that he may properly punish his willful brat.
After purchasing their goods, the sewists in Sunspear immediately went to work producing the finest garments for the upcoming ball hosted in the Red Keep at King’s Landing.
Meanwhile, Hàorán grabbed Měilíng’s arm and dragged her to the ship. He locked her in her room and told her she would not have any food tonight. They would leave for Yi Ti after the Martells returned from King’s Landing.
“Silence swept across the hall when the heralds announced the arrival of House Martell. When Dorne’s ruler and her children arrived, a collective gasp was heard amidst the hushed keep – never had anyone seen such pure, unadulterated beauty before their eyes. Every young girl, hoping to catch the eye of Prince Rhaegar and hold his gaze, felt fury flush their bodies. But no other girl was more envious than the little Lioness of Casterly Rock. Cersei Lannister, daughter of the Hand to the King, had come in complete confidence that she would be the most beautiful girl in the Seven Kingdoms. But after gazing upon the young Elia Martell’s dress with silk-embroidered suns and stars, golden rings, and topaz diadems – she felt utterly and completely humiliated. She turned to her father to demand they go home, but his stern gaze made the spoilt and rotten girl stay silent in flushed shame.
Tywin Lannister was not faring any better. He had paid more than enough gold dragons to order the finest Dornish silks for his daughter’s dress – only to see it as a tacky, cheap counterfeit. But even he had to admit that Princess Elia Martell was the only girl whose beauty was worthy of watching the crown prince’s. Seeing how her father’s eyes were no longer on her, Cersei decided that she would do whatever it took for Elia Martell to die a miserable and painful death.”
Nobles crowded the Martells’ daughters and sons. They were driven mad with envy at their beauty– so rare to find silk so smooth and lustrous while remaining thick enough to keep away the chills in the evening sky as autumn chased summer away and winter was creeping on the Mad King’s doorstep.
One noble lady with embroidered turtles on her dress approached the Martell Princess. She was Lady Cassana Baratheon, nee Estermont. She begged her friend to tell her who gifted the princess with such luxury, and her friend revealed that her husband had brokered a deal with an old, wrinkled merchant from Yi Ti, along with his young daughter, who carried an old flute with her everywhere she went. She shared stories about how her little sun, Elia, was quickly won over by the foreign girl’s charms, and now they acted as close as sisters born from the same womb.
Cassana wished to know if they could invite the merchant to her home. She thought it would be cruel for such a sweet girl to be trapped on a boat with no companions.
“‘Oh, how wonderful it would be to have a girl around,’ thought Lady Cassana. ‘Robert has gotten too used to being so rowdy after being fostered in the Vale, and hopefully, the little merchant girl will straighten him out.’
Robert stood beside the table, its surface heavy with meats and sweet cakes. He was only ten years of age and had already managed to grasp the attention of every young man his age in the room. Her mind wandered off, thinking about her youngest son, Stannis, who locked himself away in the guest chambers after the Martells arrived—always studying, her youngest boy. Lady Baratheon adored her two boys, but she longed for the longest time to be blessed with a daughter. She thought if the Gods had blessed her and Steffon with a girl, she would help bring Stannis out of his walls and help reel Robert in. If what the Princess of Dorne had spoken true of this trader and his daughter, then Cassana had no doubt that she would make a truly excellent companion for her boys.
Back in Dorne, Měilíng scratched her ears. Had someone been talking about her? Was it the Dornish Ruler she met a few weeks ago? Perhaps Elia? Měilíng shook her head. Thinking someone would speak of her so much was a silly thought. She was only the daughter of a merchant who played the flute. Still, her ears burned as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. To forget her hunger, Měilíng brought her prized flute to her lips to ease her worries and blew to create a sweet but sad melody.
Back in the Red Keep, a young Stannis Baratheon had crept away from the banquet in the Great Hall. He despised crowded rooms, and Robert’s boisterous guffaws only added to his irritation. Once he entered his room, he opened the window and took out the book Maester Cressen lent him while packing for this trip. He had not begun reading it. But a stream of calm and soft notes entered his ear before he could read the title.
“A flute?” he thought to himself. He tried to remember the instruments played downstairs.
There were lyres, harps, and lutes. But there were no flutes. Stannis lifted his head and heard the sweet, silvery tune from the window. Book still in his hand, he decided it best to read his new book beside the window, where he could continue listening to the lovely melody. He glanced down at the book, finally reading the title.
The Golden Empire of Yi Ti”
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Tagging: @asa-do-your-thing, @arcielee, @a-libra-writes, @aphroditesmoon, @valeskafics, @anya-snow, @dreaming-for-an-escape and anyone who wanted more of the worldbuilding of GOT are welcome!
Translations: Mandarin was used for YiTish bc author is Chinese
美灵 (Měilíng) - "美" means "beauty" and "灵" means "spirit or soul"; it can be translated as "beautiful spirit"
浩然 (Hàorán) - "浩" means "grand or vast" and "然" is a conjunction and the author will look further into it; it can be translated as "vastness or expansive"
徐 (Xú) - a common Chinese surname that became popular in the Zhou Dynasty and has multiple translations, but the author chose the translation of "slowly."
瑶池金母 (Xīwángmǔ) - "Queen Mother of the West"; the wife of the Jade Emperor and mother goddess in Chinese mythology
风子 (Fēng zi) - "风" is "wind" and "子" is for "child"; it can be translated as "child of the wind"
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have some Oc x Canon art. Miss Raven and Blue meeting for the first time :3
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yaboymacaroni · 8 months
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Ya boy made a headcanon! Traditionally this time
Meet Mamoru Todoroki, Shu’s older brother! Just in case you can’t read my shitty handwriting: He’s a part of the Tokushusakusengun, or the Special Forces Group that belongs to Japan (aka Japanese FBI), his parents nor Shu doesn’t know his actual job, so they assume that he’s a police officer instead.
He’s a very chill dude but is super protective over his little brother (good luck Miguel), and will do anything to protect his family as a whole. Due to his job, he’s rarely seen being together with the Todoroki family, so him actually arriving at a family dinner is just a very rare chance.
Anyways thats it lol, might draw him again someday xD
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joelsgreys · 9 months
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I’m working on a thing for pre out break Joel
I’ve always wanted to write something with an OC but I have always been so afraid because a lot of people don’t usually engage with OC fics. she’d also probably be a woc (me being a mixed girl myself wants this so bad) but my brain is like worried that it won’t get much engagement
and it’s like here we go getting caught up with numbers again 🙄 so I think I’m going to do it and really challenge myself to stop worrying about it
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cl0ver007 · 1 month
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midmourn · 1 year
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Pandora’s Box ✶ cover
read it on wattpad ( x ) or quotev ( x )
HOW MUCH DOES it take to kill girlhood? Losing your parents to someone you thought you could trust? Said person kidnapping you and traveling across the country under a new identity? Forcing you to stay quiet about your past by threatening the life of your little sister? Valeria Medina thinks it starts with having to murder a stranger— someone who tried to help her and her sister— to save herself and Rosalia from Isobel. There is no coming back from that.
      WHEN IS A monster not a monster? When you love it. The monster hiding behind Valeria's pretty face wants to eat, and eat, and satisfy its hunger. Valeria refuses to let it out, refuses to give in to Isobel and make her the monster she wants her to be. Valeria knows you must do what it takes to survive, and sometimes that means to become the greater monster. She will do what it takes to save her sister from the screams that taunt her mind as she sleeps, to stop her from becoming Valeria.
      VALERIA BARES THE weight of the world on her shoulders so Rosalia doesn't have to. She does Douglas' dirty work for him, meeting up with shady people in brightly-lit, newly built Starcourt Mall to complete the drug deal. They see her as a God, willing to do anything she says, and they might as well have made a deal with the devil instead.
      GOD HAUNTS HER, awake or asleep, innocent or guilty. He speaks to her, sweet taunts and false sympathies for the life he's given her. The clock is ticking, and her thread is snipped shorter and shorter. Father forgive her for she has Sinned, worse than murder, she loves a woman far more than she she has ever loved God.
      ROBIN BUCKLEY MAKES it seem right when all is wrong. Her awkward fumbling for the right words to say that should be annoying isn't, and Valeria finds it quite endearing. The warmth feeling leaves her chest each time she catches herself, and she finds herself with a distraction in the form of illegal substances and a sweet boy who doesn't deserve this.
      THE BITTERNESS, THE rage, the guilt, the disgust, the pain, and the hatred is all locked in a box with Valeria's name written in red on it with the key broken in half and thrown away. But Robin, with her healing hands, catches it and wants nothing more than to unlock the box of the Sins and Secrets of Valeria Medina. Even if it means her demise.
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doodleferp · 10 months
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I want what they have.
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aurora-ze-aquarius · 1 year
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Nicolette and Raoul's dynamic in a nutshell
(they both love each other /platonic)
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chimpantaco · 11 months
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Character refrence/ sheet for the main character in my webcomic Aurelia Arkose (22)
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cdragons · 1 month
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Back in my GOT Era, because my ADHD brain won't shut the fuck up 凸(^-^)凸
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Let’s pretend Yi Ti and Westeros have an okay trading relationship with each other, and merchants from Yi Ti are always treated with celebrity status in the Seven Kingdoms. Let's also pretend that the GOT writers haven't completely fucked up all of Stannis' fantastic characterization and complexity.
I love Shireen Baratheon so goddamn much, and the fact she died in the show is such an insult to both her's and Stannis' characters. I decided to blast D & D's canon with a bazooka and make Selyse die when Shireen was a baby. Because Stannis needs to make sure she has a mother figure, he marries a childhood friend, OC, who hails from Yi Ti and owns one of the largest sea merchant companies in the Golden Empire. Oh, and she'll have her own kid, too.
Why am I doing this? Don't I have a shitload of other fanfic ideas to write out? Yes, as a fanfic writer, having incomplete ideas is part of the job.
Do I still have an incomplete Robb Stark x YI Ti!OC story? Also, yes, but I replaced my laptop and forgot to save Chapter 4 in the iCloud Drive. The file is on my old laptop, but that's currently across the Atlantic Ocean in Shanghai while I'm in Boston right now 🤷🏻‍♀️.
🔆Backstory Time🔆
OC’s Name: Xu Mei-Ling & Face Claim: Michelle Yeoh
Mei-Ling's family was on good terms with the Baratheon House, and she was actually staying with Stannis during the Siege of Storms End. She is a few years older than Robert and Ned but is good friends with both boys. Stannis grows a major crush on her because of her support during the siege, and Mei-Ling thinks highly of his stubbornness to hold down Storms End for Robert. After the blockade, she ends up marrying someone in Yi Ti. She ended up giving birth to a daughter in the middle of a major storm.
I'll go into more details when I make the first official post about it, but long story short, Mei's husband dies, and so does Selyse. Mei eventually learns about Stannis' daughter and decides, "Fuck it."
They get married, and Mei moves to Dragonstone. She oversees his daughter's education and prepares her to be an heir worthy of the Baratheon name. She also makes sure Shireen interacts with other kids her age. Shireen gets a badass older sister and a mother who isn't the worst. Hooray!
Also, Mei's daughter will end up knowing Ned's kids and Theon for a good fucking portion of her life. She's Med's and Luwin's favorite because if someone pisses her off, she'll yell out profanities while chasing after them with a broom twice her size. One time, Robb tried to pull her hair, and the next thing he knew, he was pinned face down with his face eating mud and Mei's daughter's knee on his back. Another time, she called Ned a fat idiot for not knowing a basic Yi Tish term, and Ned swore it was being scolded by Mei all over again.
In the end, Stannis and the North will be saved from D&D's shitty writing because two WOC immigrants decided to take matters into their own hands.
I'm still having trouble deciding on a title, so if anyone has any ideas, let me know in the comments!
Tagging: @a-libra-writes, @aphroditesmoon, @asa-do-your-thing, @arcielee, @valeskafics, anyone else who is a fan of Stannis the Mannis, Shireen, the North, etc.
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tarantinolovesmyfeet · 10 months
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Devotion And Desire -chapter5- An Oath is an Oath
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The afternoon grew warmer, as Nymeria was cursing the dress she put on this morning. She knew she could change, Cedra could find her another dress, but would she want to bother her. She sighed deeply as she went to turn on her heel to go to her room, but feeling a presence behind her she peered over her shoulder to see Queen Alicent. Nymeria held a sigh before giving her a smile and bowing to the queen.
���I am not here as a Queen.” Alicent said over to Nymeria as the girl furrowed her eyebrows.
“You are in a hallway….as a Queen.” She said back to the red head with her hand out peering over towards the empty halls.
“But I am here to speak to you….as a friend.” She said softly her hands balled into another, Nymeria could see she was picking at her fingers, and it left a soft ache in her chest for the young queen.
A friend, a queen is a good ally but it is also a betrayal to Rhaenyra eyra but she knew the young princess would have to understand Nymeria couldn’t deny the queen either not only would it be politic suicide; it would be the end of Nymeria ever getting into the good graces with some of the other ladies who very much enjoy Alicent as their Queen. Nymeria looked over Alicent and she looked sad; even lonesome; in a world full of men, she didn’t have a true friend to talk too and now losing her father by her side. She couldn’t bare to look at her face, crestfallen and alone.
“If you would like to have tea in my room.”
“Yes, that would be lovely!” Alicent seem to perk up at the invention of tea and Nymeria smiled back to her.
The walk to Nymeria room felt long, Alicent did not say much at all over to Nymeria. Nymeria didn’t know what to say and she wondered if people would see this and tell Rhaenyra, she knew it would somehow get to her; but she didn’t want it to sour their relationship. She told her stuff in hoping it would stay between the girls; if she thinks she betrayed her; she would just feel like dying there. It would be too much to bear, the thought to poison the young heir mind; would simply kill Nymeria.
Nymeria pushed opened the door and making a loud announcement to Cedra that she was coming in; she could see Alicent smirk over it. Cedra quickly ran into the room with a wide smile, but then look startled seeing the Queen. She quickly bowed before going over to Nymeria before Nymeria waved her off.
“I just need some tea and-“
“Do you want anything else, Queen-“
“I am just Alicent today, Nymeria.” She said over to the girl as Cedra looked between them, as Nymeria gave a look over to Cedra that screamed I don’t know what to do. “Also could we have the lemon cakes. I adore them.”
“Of Course…Queen Alicent.” She said before spinning on her foot and disappearing out of the room, as Nymeria narrowed her eyes at the door before looking back at Alicent.
Alicent didn’t present herself at this moment as a Queen; just a girl that wanted to talk. Nymeria sat across from her looking over at the girl, also thinking about the dress being heavy on her body. She felt like she was baking in her dress, as the Queen looked light, and nimble. Alicent wearing her red dress, with her hair up in a half bun, letting loose pieces fall by her face. Alicent looked very pretty but plain, and Nymeria wondered if it was to bring down her walls. Was there a reason for the sneaking about in the castle and the wounded look on her face.
Yes, it could be because of Otto being kicked out, Nymeria saw it and so did everyone else in the court but Alicent had to know it was because of Otto spying and going against the heir. She had to know that was going against the crown; the crown she is married too. Alicent could be trapping Nymeria into spilling secrets. Nymeria stomach tighten just thinking about the betrayal she could possibly have from the queen and all the troubles that could come from it.
“I know this is odd, as we haven’t spoken much.”
“No, we have not.” Nymeria said looking over to Alicent with a small smile. “I do wonder why the request of my time.”
“I-“ Alicent almost stumbled over her words. “We haven’t properly talked, and I did not want you to feel frost over how I may have acted.”
“Hm.” Nymeria looked over at Alicent with the same small smile; but curiosity behind her eyes. “I had no such thoughts; you are a Queen after all you all tend to follow a pattern of regard.” “None the less; I wanted to be more…friendly.”
“Well, Alicent I am honored by that, but as you know I will never be royalty-“
“But you could be a lady in waiting.” She said with a smile over to Nymeria and Nymeria felt herself slowly falling into dread.
Was this an ask?
Was this a way to be by Alicent side and only her side.
“Indeed.” Nymeria said but wished for the tea to come to break up this nonsense conversation. “I could or I could just be a lady in your court.”
“Yes, what would a Targaryen be as a lady in waiting.” She said rolling her eyes as they glistened. “How have you liked court.”
“It’s rather interesting.” Nymeria said with a smile and was praying to the gods that Cedra would be back by now with tea and the stupid lemon cakes.
“Have you found a man to marry?” She asked with a smile. “ I mean to stay in court you would have to marry someone here.”
“Really? I couldn’t marry anyone from Dorne?”
“From what I know of Dorne they do not wish to even be apart of this court at all.” She said now looking at Nymeria with a look not of before; of a hurt girl but more as a Queen in training.
“No, they do wish to have their own freedom.” Nymeria said “And they do.”
“Hm.” Alicent rolled her lips before titling her head over to Nymeria. “And Ser Strong doesn’t interest you?” She asked as Nymeria for a second showed shocked before hiding it back down.
How did she know of Harwin and her; they both moved in secret there could be no way. Unless she was spying on the girl, now she felt the walls falling into her. Would she ask to see if she had her virtue still; would she spread rumors about his honor.
“Ser Strong is an honorable man.” Nymeria said back to Alicent trying to find a way to get off this conversation.
“He is and has a reputation of breaking bones.”
“And?”
“Well, there could be a more suited man for your standard.” She said with a smile. “You are a Targaryen you should go to a man like the Lannisters.”
“Are you saying Ser Strong is not a strong suitor? He is a heir, and not only that he is the first son, something your culture loves so dearly. He also is well off; so he isn’t poor like your fellow men and woman down in flea bottom. He is a strong suitor.”
“Right, but you are so close to a Princess and-“
“I am not a Princess I am a lady, and if I recall you are the Queen and the step mother of Rhaenyra, you are not mine.”
Alicent looked a taken back as she looked over at Nymeria, feeling the heat on her words. Nymeria eyes were darkened in fear, and in anger. To question Ser Strong was to question his honor and she would have none of that.
“I did not realize you felt so strongly for the man.”
“He is a man with honor; I will not have you speak poorly of it.” Nymeria said over to the Queen and she felt like she walked right into the lions den. “Alicent, you need not worry for me, I can pick who I want and who I chose is never going to hinder you in any way.”
“I see.” She said over to Nymeria with pursed lips, and Nymeria wanted the ground to open up and eat her.
Cedra finally came back with tea and the stupid lemon cakes. It was enough to drive Nymeria mad, that it had taken her this long to be here. Cedria shooting an apologetic look over to the dornish girl, before setting the tea in front of Alicent and the cakes before setting Nymeria up. It was a slap in the face, Alicent knew it having her workers work for Alicent but she would have to deal.
“Tell me about Dorne?” she asked with a sweet smile, changing the topic and for once Nymeria thinks the gods are by her side.
The afternoon dragged on; and Alicent finally left causing the dornish girl to throw herself on her bed with a loud groan.
“I am sorry Nymeria you brother had stopped me asking me why I was without you.”
“Did you tell him I was with the Queen.”
“I did, and he instantly let me go but I saw him leaving.” Nymeria perked up looking over to the girl and she shrugged her shoulders.
“To whom?”
“Must be to the heir.” She said over to Nymeria as she groaned again, before burying her face into the pillows, before getting up.
“I need a new dress, I feel like I am in the seven hells in this dress.” She be moaned as Cedra ran to her closet where her clothes reside.
Nymeria thought to go to Harwin to speak to him to tell him about the Queen and their interaction, but she knew she couldn’t not just yet. If Alicent is spying on her; she would have to have Cedra go and speak to his people so they can meet at dark. Alicent doesn’t fall from her family tree and it was enough to make Nymeria sick. No, she would have to go to Rhaenyra to tell her everything before it turns into rumors, and she knew she couldn’t betray her cousin like that.
“Here, my lady.” Cedra showed the dress, gold, with red lining, the neck cut deep, and the sleeves cut so her arms could breathe. She quickly changed her jewelry with her fingers in rings, and her neck draped with gold, her hair in a long braid, with a jeweled chain place in the crow of her head. As she was to leave the room, the doors opened to Darvos and Rhaenyra at her side.
“I was just coming to you.” Nymeria said with a smile as Rhaenyra smiled back over to her, looking over the gold that glisten on her body.
“We heard of Alicent having tea with you.” Darvos said closing the door as Nymeria saw Rhaenyra men at the front of her door.
“Yes, she spoke freely of my own hand in marriage.”
“Odd.” Rhaenyra said now grabbing a cake and chewing into it. “Why would she want that?”
“She wanted your alliance.” Darvos said over to Nymeria with a head shake.
“What?” Rhaenyra said over to the pair as they looked at her with kind eyes. “What do you mean alliance?” “She did want me to be her lady in waiting.”
“What?” Rhaenyra said loudly. “You are a Targaryen youre not a lady in waiting; as she lost it?”
Darvos looked over at his sister with worrying eyes as he looked over the pair of girls, realizing that Nymeria has to play a game more on a very thin line. She can’t now be so up front with her love with Rhaenyra but how does he tell her without hurting their own relationship. He sighed deeply now sitting in a chair across from the girls, he grabbed a lemon cake and shoved it in his mouth.
“I do think she wanted me away from you.” Nymeria said softly now grabbing at Rhaenyra’s hands bringing her close to her. Nymeria placed her forehead on Rhaenyra’s with a soft sigh, feeling welcomed and at home. “If I am away from you; then you lose a close ally.”
“Why would she be working against me this is madness.”
“Her son, would be king if you were not called heir. They do not want a women sitting on the throne they do not think us good enough; all we are to these westro men is to make babies and heirs.”
“They swear an oath.” Rhaenyra said pulling only slightly from Nymeria and Nymeria smiled over to her.
“And we will remind them when the time comes but you must play the game. Learn from your father what you must know and then gather your allies.” Nymeria said to the girl. “I think I have a very strong ally for you.”
“Who?”
“Harwin Strong and the Strong family.”
“His father will be the new hand, my father spoke to me about it.”
“That’s lovely, they will be at your side, I swear it.” Nymeria said with a smile before looking down. “I must speak with both of you about…something.”
She let go of Rhaenyra’s hands turning her back to Darvos and her, going over to the window that is blessed her room, letting the sun light hit her perfectly. She loved the warmth and has flourish under it; but she turn to look over the pair now. They sat close to each other but not in a way to cause a scandal, Darvos knew better.
“I want to be betrothed to Harwin Strong.” She said over to the pair as Rhaenyra eyes showed a flurry of emotions before settled to stoic. “I know this must seem rushed and I know if you don’t understand but-“
“To a man from the riverlands?” Darvos asked with his eyebrows in his hair line. “Not a Dornish man? A man that will respect you and your rights?”
“Darvos-“
“No, I must meet him. He needs to prove to me he is worthy you even touch you.” He said shaking his head.
“Do I not have a right?” Nymeria asked him with anger in her eyes. “You speak as if you have a choice in the matter..”
“I don’t but father will, let me speak with him.”
“We don’t even know if he will! I am just telling you before Alicent does!”
They both looked at her with wide eyes after her shouting that, Alicent spied on Nymeria and they knew it. She knew it, and it was enough to cause her to be upset; to let out a secret she wasn’t ready to tell. She liked Harwin and knew she could love him; he was strong, sweet, and kind to her. He touched her tenderly but she wasn’t rather to tell anyone yet.
“What do you mean before Alicent does?” Darvos asked with a sneer to his lip. “Was she spying on you?”
“I don’t know-“
“She had to have.” Rhaenyra said “How else would she know before anyone else…Otto has spies all over this court, any way to destroy your honor.” “Did you sleep with him” Darvos asked as you turned to him wide eye. “We have to get ahead of this before she does-“
“NO, I did not sleep with him. We just went to ride horses and we talked; just talked.”
“Talked?” Both of them said in surprise before looking at each other with smirks causing Nymeria to roll her eyes. “Is talked another way for saying fucking?” Rhaenyra said with a laugh throwing herself onto Nymeria causing the girl to roll her eyes again. “How was it? Was he big? Was he too big?” She asked giddy pulling Nymeria down on the bed with her.
“I did not sleep with him.” Nymeria said loudly pulling away from the girl. “He wants to protect my honor and I to him.”
“He’s slept with women please; Nymeria do not be daft.” Darvos said with an eye roll, as he leaned on the wall looking over to the girl.
Darvos rubbed his chin as Rhaneyra giggled over to the girl as Nymeria pouted. Nymeria knew Rhaneyra did not believe her words which caused the girl to feel discomfort. She knew Rhaneyra didn’t believe her because what she spoke to Alicent about Daemon but she was being a truth telling. Harwin and her did just speak because of honor.
“We have to get father here quickly.” Darvos said with a groan. “Your stupid honor could be ruined by rumors alone.”
“I would not allow it.” Rhaneyra said with a smile. “Do we need to get you moon tea?” She asked to Nymeria with worry in her eyes.
“For the love of gods, I DID NOT sleep with Harwin, we just spoke.” She said growing annoyed by the questions. “I wanted to sleep with him, but I couldn’t bear the rumors, I already am not enough here. I am a savage to these people, and I will not have any men ruin this for me.”
Darvos and Rhaneyra looked over to her with sad eyes, and Nymeria hated it. She groaned turning her back from them both. She folded her arms looking out the window with a sour look on her face. She watched as people rode by on horses; or even spoke with one another, with kind smiles. Then she saw Harwin, walking with his brother and a smile grace her face.
“If you didn’t sleep with him, we will stop the rumors; but I must speak to Harwin to protect your honor.” Darvos said as she sighed. “You know if this was Dorne no one would care-“
“I know.”
“I must leave.”
“Then do what you must.”
she stand there looking out the window sighing deeply, she watched Harwin walk with his brother in a slow pace. She could see Harwin looking at others as they looked at his brother and she smiled; knowing he would always protect him. She turned to see the princess sitting on her bed with her own smirk.
“I wish Uncle Daemon was here.” She leaned back on the bed. “He would help.”
“I thought you were mad at him.”
“I am, livid. I have to marry cause of him.” She said looking back at Nymeria. “But he is still my uncle and I love him.”
Nymeria sighed now laying on her belly in the bed next to her Princess. They both sat in silence for awhile as she could heard Cedra moving the tea cups and lemon cakes away, she knew they both would have to rise for dinner soon, but she just wanted to be by her side for now.
“You will marry, and so will I….our lives will be so different.” Rhaenyra said softly. “And I don’t want it to be.”
“It wont, I promise.” Nymeria turned to her side with a soft smile on her face, as Rhaenyra smiled back.
“How can you promise such a thing?” She asked as Nymeria laid her head on her chest, as the Princess rubbed her fingers in her hair, rubbing at her scalp causing the dornish girl to close her eyes and purr like a cat.
“Because I will always be at your side.”
“You swear it.”
“I swear it.”
Nymeria falling fast asleep cradled against her chest, as Rhaenyra smiled at her. Both girls turning into women, making choices to bring them into adulthood. Choices they don’t know the future will bring but an oath is an oath, and it shouldn’t be broken.
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yaboymacaroni · 8 months
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Introducing Helios and a new oc! Their name is Lake Bitterwell and is a nonbinary actor who works alongside Helios in my fictional movie, “1920”!
Lake overall is still a WIP, since I haven’t decided on their woc model nor their overall story in general, but they’re a fairly new actor and blew up in popularity during “1920”’s release :D
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Bonus behind the scenes, and yes Lake is a smol lad :P
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cl0ver007 · 3 months
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