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SWEET SUMMER ORANGE

Targaryen Dynasty x Fem!Teen!OC

"Green must find her way to orange, or all is lost. The dragons will dance and die, surrounded by fire and blood."

Multiple Main Pairings!

Main Focus ~ Fem!OC and Targaryen Dynasty (Yandere, Obsessive, Protective)

Warnings ~ Intense Fictional Religions and condescension.

Spoilers ~ Tons!!

Masterpost ~ Here.

Beta Read/Edited ~ No (No Beta Lmao)

Word Count ~ 2.9k Words.

Chp Summary ~ Shaeneera Qo comes across Aemond Targaryen by chance and Alicent Hightower by choice. The Seven Pointed Star of The Seven is seen every inch in the Keep. It seems less like a religion and more like a cult, but hey, it's just her opinion.

Chp 4 ~ The Seven Pointed Star.

Shaeneera Ryn didn't mind the Red Keep, unlike the rest of her family.

King's Landing had a stench to it that smelt of waste and unwashed breeches. Somehow, the Keep smelt like musky leather oil and summer fruits.

The scent was pleasant to her nose, it reminded her of Omboru island in the Summer Isles where the warriors trained. The smell was legions kinder to her youngest sister, Vhagarhā, who had sharper senses than all her sisters.

The girl was nearly sick for the majority of the ride in the city.

The Seven pointed star being displayed in nearly every corner had Shaeneera swallowing bile.

The House Targaryen was known to still worship Valyrian God's, despite remaining tolerant of other religions. The Faith of the Seven was opposed to everything that practically made a Valyrian.

Maesters, Septa's, and Septons practically seemed to run the Keep as they scrambled around doing their duties. One could say that the Red Keep was transformed into a Sept.

If the rumors were true of what an informant told her Mother; the King really was laying on his deathbed and it was only a matter of time before the Westerosi realm split apart.

Shaeneera assumed that was the reasoning behind why the Qo monarchy was invited to King's Landing.

The blonde could only hope that the Summer Isles were not going to be involved in such dirty Westerosi politics.

The people, both low born and high born, were not quite what she was expecting. It's not to say that the Princess of the Isle of Women was foreign to politicking; she attended every board meeting at the end of the month and had a seat on it as well.

The lords of Westeros seemed to stare at her like she was an accessory to her surrogate Father, the King Xando. Their hungry eyes intended to eat her alive and split the flesh from her bones without mercy.

The ladies looked upon the royal family with disgust, turning their noses up or tilting their faces away from the guests of the Keep.

It was only when the family's personal guards circled them was Shaeneera given relief from the fiery gazes that flamed her skin.

Just about all of her sisters had abnormal features that set them apart from the people in the Summer Islands, not that the native people minded. In Westeros however, they were especially peculiar.

As a child born in The Isle of Women, sun blonde hair is quite uncommon, regardless of skin tone. Majority of the inhabitants of The Isle of Women had an olive complexion, dark black hair, and matching dark eyes.

Shaeneera had ebony skin that would shine like bronze in the sunlight and turned starlight blue in the moonlight.

Her hair was a light gold shade that mocked both a Lannister and a Valyrian.

Her eyes however, were the one thing that was common within the Rhoynish heritage of the Isle of Women.

Dark brown eyes that seemed dragonglass black were apparent in some. Others had sea blue eyes that glittered, not like the clear shallow waters found on beaches, but like the deep trenches far out into the Sunset Sea.

Her eyes were that of the ocean, connecting her to the water she appreciated.

In the country of the Summer Island's, there was no issue with her appearance.

But being a foreign, brown skinned Princess with blonde hair was a conundrum for the Westerosi folk.

“I heard that the Mother's a Targaryen bastard!” One hissed outraged, sounding older with a nasal hitch in her voice.

Another hushed her, “Do not speak loudly, they say the tall one's a siren,” she said with a high pitched whimper.

One laughed, “A siren? How outrageous! I heard she was a whore with that garb on!” The women all unanimously giggled at the last ladies comment whilst fretting amongst their duty of folding towels.

On the Summers Isle, they were respected and looked upon with gratitude.

It didn't matter how they looked or what they wore, most of the people of the Summers Isle loved them regardless. The royal family was appreciated for keeping the cities clean and making sure the people were healthy.

In King's Landing, Shaeneera quickly realized that the people treated them like a plague. The ladies and lords stared as if they would turn anything they touched into ash.

A scrunch took to the middle of her brow, her lips turned downwards into a scowl. Walking past the open maids quarters, she cleared her throat and pressed her lips into a thin line.

Each one of the laughing women turned to look at the interruption of their laughter, their lips drawing into the shape of an ‘o’. One of the ladies gasped, seemingly younger than the other two women, she was almost around her older sister's age.

“Princess,” the nasal one bowed first, sounding half as witty from before.

The youngest one's eyes went wide, she dropped the towel she was folding in realization. Shaeneera propped a gold blonde brow up in amusement, a whimper of fear followed her action as the stunned one bowed.

"Westerosi maids are afraid," the blue eyed teenager realized. They squirmed at a royals presence rather than welcoming it. The foreign girl truly wondered how people felt comfortable residing in such a house filled with gossip and fear.

The staff of the Qo House that was welcomed into the Goldenheart Palace was practically family.

Shaeneera couldn't imagine not having a close bond with the people lived with. “Are the Targaryens not afraid of a coup or assassinations happening from within?” She thought to herself, amused.

Dragon fire might be strong, but Targaryens were not invincible. They may have been closer to God's than men, but that could've been said for plenty of different races of people.

That could have been said for her who could make the waters bend at will with just her mind alone.

Shaeneera's eye caught the gaze of the oldest maid who crunched her brows in confusion as she bowed. The older woman looked well into her middle ages, skin drooping slightly and crows feet in the corners of her eyes.

The woman's dull brown eyes were caught on the sight of her circlet, she realized.

Shaeneera wore a circlet made of silvers, diamonds, and a singular blue sapphire. The diamonds were the size of a thumb each; gaudy and sparkling as the large circle diamonds covered most of her head. There were three gems that rested against her forehead, sapphire in the middle.

The dark blue sapphire brushed against the space between her brow, more noticeable than the diamonds.

The ebony skinned girl forgot about the jewelry that adorned her head, despite its weight.

She was grateful to be the second daughter to the crown; no burden heaved on her heart or squoze her head.

The servant women kneeled before her, one rubbing a seven pointed star with fervor. The teen of ten and nine scowled in disbelief.

The Summer Islands allowed free practices of religion despite the Island's having their own Gods. Majority of the inhabitants prayed to the twenty different Somerset Deities.

Shaeneera did not pray to the same God's and Goddesses, but she had respect for them. However, Shaeneera had never witnessed a land so dependent on their religion.

The Princess swallowed thickly, folding her hands in front of her exposed stomach properly.

It felt as if her heart had fallen into stomach, and the acid started to tear away at the organ.

“We give our deepest apologies, Princess!” Shaeneera's right eye twitched in annoyance at the woman's scratchy voice wobbling. The black beauty mark under her eye jumped with the movement, but all the women saw was anger.

Shaeneera rolls her eyes with annoyance, “Rise ladies, I intend not to harm you,” The women scrambled from the floor with tears glistening in their eyes.

“Thank you, Princess,” The same one sobbed out, clutching the sides of her Targaryen red gown nervously.

“Don't let the other Lord's hear you, ladies,” She warned, staring stoic at the women. The girl didn't find their treasonous words insulting particularly, she almost found them amusing as she listened to the gossip.

Stepping away from the ladies, she nodded firmly. Leaving the maid's quarters open, the teen turned away before she could even witness them curtsey.

A curtsey is given to those you respect, those women had no respect for her or her family.

That fact was the only thing that made her anger spike. Shaeneera clenched her jaw so tight she could feel her molars dig into her gums, along with the dull ache of pain.

Taking two steps outside the door, she was so preoccupied inside her own mind that she was almost greeted with the chest of a man.

Quickly, she moved a pace backwards. She muttered an apology without even looking at her almost-victim of rage induced clumsiness.

Shaeneera didn't have a keen sense of smell like Vhagarhā, but she could pinpoint the scent of freshly washed linen and sulfur on the man's skin.

Looking up through her cosmetics coated lashes, Shaeneera stared at the singular purple-blue eye of the man in front of her.

His other eye is covered by a brown leather eyepatch.

The man's face is angular and sharp with the classic aristocratic features of a Targaryen. High cheekbones blessed his face, they were sharp and prominent with a light dust of pink splotches around the bridge of his straight nose.

No, it wasn't due to an imperfection, Shaeneera noticed – it looked as if he'd been hit.

White hair is a unique trait to those of Valarian descent, but his was different from the silver-gold of the majority. His tresses resembled looking at the shiny coat of pearls, an ivory shade that draped around his head and down his back.

“Princess,” The man bowed slightly forward, grasping her left hand in his right one. The girl hadn't even noticed when he slipped his fingers through her own – she was too entranced with his presence alone.

Shaeneera curtseys, bowing her head slightly, “Prince,” She replies back, not losing the firmness in her voice.

The one-eyed Prince has a smirk plastered on his face, the gentle uptick of the sides of his lips was almost sinister.

The Prince grips her hand hard with a firm grasp that has her wishing to break away. He exuded the aura of a predator, wishing to stalk wild prey that stumbled upon his den.

Shaenyra doesn't gasp, she doesn't move an inch as the Prince stares into her dark ocean eyes with a dangerous interest. His gaze has her head spinning, even as she appears unimpressed.

Aemond breaks eye contact first, his pride wounded seemingly as he heaves out a breathy chuckle. The laugh seemed to come from deep within his chest, his eye shining with amusement.

When his eye traced the gems of her circlet and pale golden hair, his expression seemed to sour.

The man transformed his expression with a flare of his nose, he huffed an aggravated sigh. His top lip curled upward into a twisted look of disgust and his purple eye started to glitter like the sea around his pupil.

Shaeneera couldn't tell if he was entranced, amused, or disgusted with her presence.

Either way how the man felt, he glared down at her dark blue eyes like he was wishing to pick her apart for what she was.

Shaeneera wouldn't give the Prince the satisfaction of getting under her skin; she thinks she cares too little of arguing to actually indulge in one of unimportance.

The man goes to speak, smirk tacked on his face and arrogance seeping out of every pore in his body.

Shaeneera quickly cuts the man off before he can get a word in, a sentence rushing out of her mouth, “Apologies, i'm heading to the library and must be on my way,” The woman waits while she's speaking for Aemonds hold to go slack and she pulls away from the Prince with polite small smile.

Aemonds hands were rough against her soft ones. The palms were torn and calloused, no doubt from sparring. He seemed strong with a muscular form and weighty grip, if push came to shove he could've easily overpowered her.

His hand pulls her back by the wrist once more, warm flesh zapping her with heat.

“You are our guest, allow me to escort you,” His smirk is all arrogance that makes her sigh harshly through her nose.

The taller man doesn't give her an option, pulling her hand to link with his arm as he all but drags her to start walking.

The prince sports a jet black tunic and breeches with the Targaryen signal embroidered into the leather in the left corner. There are black dragon scales at the shoulder pads of the tunic that makes the attire fit for a Targaryen.

She supposes he doesn't need to wear anything green as Vhagar wears it for him.

“Do I have something on my face?” He asks smugly.

Shaeneera could scoff. Instead, she turns her head to look outside the windows of the keep in an attempt to ignore the older man.

The girl can feel the burn of his remaining lilac eye in the back of her skull. The second Princess of the Summers Isles does not falter, her eyes trying to find something else to occupy her mind with other than thoughts of the Prince.

The pair walks in silence for a while, Aemond seemingly bothered and Shaeneera taking in the Westerosi architecture that differed from the Islands.

The attendants bowed and curtseyed to them as they walked by, so Shaeneera pulled her lips into a gentle half smile to be polite.

A stone path leads them outside near an edge of the Godswood, and she can spot the stairwell to the Library in the front. The stairs were made of brick, just a short walk up to her destination.

Letting out a breath she starts to pick up speed with her steps. She hopes to find a fantasy book for Vhagarhā’s colorful mind to indulge in.

As she makes haste to the stairwell, a gleam of a gemstone flashes in her peripheral. Instinctively the Princess halts her step and turns to face the Godswood.

A large Weirwood tree grows in the far corner by the wall and bushes, its pale bark and red leaves unmistakable as she searches for the cause of light.

Shaeneera knows what the back of her sister's head looks like; her ginger curls are unique with a look of spun diamond and gold highlighted in them. Her marmalade dress, that their Mother picked that morning, accented beautifully against the light brown-gold of her skin.

The pink gemstone was from Leng, a gorgeous milky pearlescent gem that specially caught light. Her youngest sister had a habit of socializing with others; the gem served as a locator for not only the royals, but her guards.

Shaeneera took a deep breath when noticing her small sister's company. The Viper Queen sat next to her sweet sister on a picnic blanket.

The woman clad in Hightower green spoke to the youngest Princess with a soft smile as the girl chewed on a candied orange slice.

Vhagarhā’s doe eyes catch her hardened gaze. The girl tilts her head, questioning Shaeneera's expression silently. A few spirals of the child's curls fall loose from her low bun, and onto her cheek.

The Queen leans over a picnic basket and brushes a coil away from her face with a closed lip smile.

Shaeneera blinks slowly with a raised brow.

The foreign woman notices the Queen's eyes move to stare at her, closed off with an air of mistrust around her. One of the Queen's hands goes to place itself on Vhagarhā's shoulder and the child welcomes it, leaning into the touch.

The Summer Islanders are used to physical affection; it's how they bonded with each other whether it was sexual or platonic. The Westerosi were not as inclined to give such affections, and Shaeneera sighs again to herself in disbelief.

Vhagarhā's hands start to wave at the pair on the other side of the Godswood, her gold accessories shining in accent against her pale nut colored skin.

Alicent rises from her place on the blanket and sends the child a smile from where she stands behind her. She moves her hands behind her back as she nods at them both, lips pressed in a thin line.

Dragons were dragons. It didnt matter if you were born into the possessive nature or adapting to it.

Shaeneera knew that and she could feel the carnage happening now.

The rest of the moon's course was bound to be eventful, to say the least, as they stayed in the Red Keep.

“That one is quite… friendly, right Princess?” Aemonds smooth posh voice takes her out of her thoughts.

The Princess scowls at the man, then she moves to pull him to walk with her as their arms are linked.

At her annoyance, the teenager noticed how his eye glittered like a purple sunset hitting the ocean waves.

Shaeneera bit the side of her cheek, dispelling the thought.

“The Viper Queen is just as vicious looking as they say,” She thinks instead.

Alicent's eyes were squinted into a judgemental stare, and snake green was a part of every aspect of her dress instead of ruby red.

A silver Seven pointed star is hung around the Queen Alicent's neck, and Shaeneera could roll her eyes back into her skull at the sight.

Shaeneera didn't discriminate, but that star was starting to feel like a bad omen that left the taste of ash in her mouth.

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monsterhatdoodles · 9 months

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uhhh interaction time boys

Poor man.

Aurora knight belongs to @diroxide-art

I accidentally made Xandos too small whoops

Anyways he belongs to @gethoce

Even with the other kid's help, dolly still has her work cut out for her

Dolly belongs to @ilikesillythingswooo

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marcosvitor1996 · 1 month

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Akira Toriyama, the creator of Dragon Ball and Dr. Slump would have been 69 years old.

Kid Goku (Dragon Ball: Advanced Adventure) sprites ripped by ShadeDBZ. Arale Norimaki (Jump Ultimate Stars) sprites ripped by Dazz and Fret. Stage 12 (Jump Super Stars) background ripped by Xando.

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albumoftheday-versary-town · 10 months

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today's album of the day is XANDO by As Docinhas

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goofwarrior · 2 years

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S4 E10: Hush

Day 24 of 31 Days of Buffy

Scooby Gang Costumes (A Series): Commando Xando

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prodirlei · 2 months

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Reagir com exagero aos Acidentes Normais é contraproducente. Quando algo dá errado, nossa reação instintiva é fi carmos hipersensíveis, nos fi xando em certos aspectos e acrescentando mais controles para impedir que o evento infeliz ocorra novamente. Essa reação só piora as coisas: fi xar-se em detalhes e acrescentar mais sistemas só torna o sistema mais fi rmemente acoplado, aumentando o risco de acidentes no futuro.

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Xandos - Keep U Close [Vapor Twitch]

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Kirby OC reference master-post

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piinkyypriincess · 3 months

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SWEET SUMMER ORANGE

Targaryen Dynasty x Fem!Teen!OC

"Green must find her way to orange, or all is lost. The dragons will dance and die, surrounded by fire and blood."

Multiple Main Pairings!

Main Focus ~ Fem!OC and Targaryen Dynasty (Yandere, Obsessive, Protective)

Warnings ~ Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Spying, Implications of Self Harm (Blood Oth), and Anger.

Spoilers ~ Ton!!

Masterpost ~ Here.

Beta Read/Edited ~ No (No Beta Lmao)

Word Count ~ 2.8k Words.

Chp Summary ~ The job of being a guard to a Princess with a large heart is taxing.

Chp 5 ~ The Job of a Royal Guard.

A vital part of a guard's duty is to keep their monarchs safe and alive.

That job should be considerably easy for someone who was formerly a part of the Unsullied army.

Black Scorpion is a trained soldier that is made to kill. His tall body was packed with lean muscles that rippled as he moved and he had scars from war that were grotesque.

They were all a testimony to his decade and a half as a slave-soldier. They were a testimony to the Queen of the Summer Islands when she appointed him as the Sword of the Sweet Lotus Vale Princess.

It was especially comical because the small girl also was appointed a shield.

Yellow Lizard was Black Scorpion's brother in arms during his time as a slave-soldier. They trained alongside each other and worked well without spoken words.

Yellow Lizard was only a few inches shorter than Black Scorpion, but he was more muscular in a burly sense. The man appeared so strong that others were sure he could fight off angry elephants.

The job of being guards should be even easier for two Unsullied, who are assigned to protecting a child half their size.

It was not like Vhagarhā Qo was an unpleasant Princess to guard. No, not at all was she rude or arrogant.

The pair actually looked forward to running around everyday with the young Princess.

She kept them entertained with her babbling off history and random facts.

Sometimes, she would force the pair into painting with her and the Princess Shaeneera of the Island of Women.

Other times they were commanded to drink tea with her and the Crown-Princess Xhandam of Tall Trees Town.

Occasionally, the young girl would join Princess Visenrhae of Pearl Palace to the forests in search of adventure, and the Unsullied would trail along with attentive eyes.

Once in a moon cycle, the King Xando would summon the three to watch performers in Ebonhead and be one with the people.

Everyday, the Queen Lynara and the young Princess read in the Queen's private solar. The two young men would be allowed inside and sat with their weapons laid around their feet.

More times than not, after spending time with the Islands Rulers and her Princess sisters, the child would doze off while looking into the sunset. The two men would stand guard dutifully and ensure her saftey.

She was usually perched in a hammock on her private beach watching the stars blend into the night sky. There was no need for private royal guards however, the private beaches were surrounded by bought Unsullied personnel that was freed in the Summer Islands.

When the hour grew dark, Yellow Lizard would wake the girl so she could bathe, then sleep.

They had a steady routine with just enough adventure to keep both men on their toes. The young girl had both wrapped around her pinky fingers and the only way they would let go is if they were dead.

However, the Princess had too large of a heart.

Seemingly a poetic reason for why she had two guards, Unsullied soldiers nonetheless, instead of one. That was besides the fact that she was the youngest.

Watching the young Princess converse with a venomous woman like Alicent Hightower was not a surprise. Vhagarhā had affection stored in her heart for even the ill hearted.

The Unsullied duo's job was more than protecting the child's physical form, it was their duty to protect her heart.

That was something that the two decided on their own after watching her cry for the first time.

They cut open their palms using the Vhagarhā’s Valyrian steel dagger, Sunstriker, and swore to protect her until the end of their days. If they were to fail at their duty, they would execute themselves.

Black Scorpion could shutter at the thought of harm befalling upon his Princess.

She had asked for the men to stay within where they could see her, but not be noticable. The pair obliged despite their want to protest, the Princess had a determined look on her face.

They just hadn't expected her to fall into the snake's den willingly.

Black Scorpion was perched on the opposite side of where the Weirwood tree stood, eyes sharply watching the Queen.

Yellow Lizard was behind the stairwell leading to the library, only the glare of the sun reflecting off his dark armor visible.

The woman seemed unnaturally mellow for a viper, it almost made the man want to rip the young Princess away from the older woman.

A viper had no business mingling with a delicate doe like Vhagarhā. Eventually, the woman would try and snap her fangs at the girl; the pair hated to think of the consequences for killing the Westerosi Queen.

A vital part of the guards duties is to keep their Princess safe and alive; they would not hesitate to have the blood of the Queen Alicent on their hands if it meant ensuring just that.

However, sometimes not interfering would benefit her more. Black Scorpion swallowed pride as his heart ached to bring the Princess back to the Maidenvault.

If he were to listen to his urges to escort the girl away from the Godswood, Alicent may grow upset with the pair of them.

That anger could be projected onto Vhagarhā, who deserved nothing less of appreciation.

They both stood in position due to their foresight of a potential reluctant ally. It was better to keep the Princess with the Queen of the realm rather than pull her away. Keeping their enemies close would be an advantage, especially when knowing how much animosity Alicent Hightower had for Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Heir to the Iron Throne.

War was bound to break out as the days grew cold and King Viserys health declined.

Vhagarhā possessed a charm that could sway evil spirits and ward away madness.

The Unsullied pair witnessed her do it with gentle hands and a kind smile more times than they could count. They'd felt that charm soothe their own wounds more times than they were willing to admit.

Having the Queen as an ally instead of an enemy could prove to be fruitful in the upcoming years.

Yellow Lizard had informants report that a war of succession was bound to break out. It didn't matter what the Prince Aegon or Princess Rhaenyra wanted, the realm of Westeros would tear itself apart regardless.

From what the royal guards had witnessed so far within the Red Keep, the House of the Dragon wasn't standing tall either.

The one-eyed Prince held onto Princess Shaeneera with a tight hold on her arm. The pair glanced at each other from their positions with amusement dancing in their eyes, but straight faced.

The Princess could quite literally walk on water. A dragon's fire was the least of their concerns when dealing with Princess Shaeneera, who looked almost bored.

Yellow Lizard observed from behind the staircase how the man's lone eye never seemed to stray far from her face, and how the man huffed at her nonchalant attitude.

After a shared word, Shaeneera tugged Prince Aemond along with her to converse with her sister and the Queen. Surprised by her strength, he almost tripped before falling into step with her.

A smirk was evident on the man's face, Black Scorpion noticed. He quickly schooled his expression into a blank canvas before they reached his Mother.

The Queen's demeanor seemed to shift from lighthearted to judgemental in the matter of seconds. She stepped from behind the young Princess and seemed to play guard for Vhagarhā, blocking her from the second oldest Princesses view.

The guards knew that Shaeneera wasn't the most strategic, not that the Princess had to be. Especially in non-political situations, the girl shouldn't have to think strategically.

The Rhoynish woman knew more about the sea’s, boat's, and crafting than planning.

None could blame her, but she was still ignorant with the Westerosi kind.

Every interaction was a political move, every word would be hung onto and could dictate the status of your likeness in the country.

As Black Scorpion suspected, the green Queen's venom began to spill out.

Alicents auburn eyebrows were pinched together in frustration and her hands tightly clasped behind her back as a means to steady herself.

Yellow Lizard could see Alicents lips move better In his position; Black Scorpion watched as Shaeneera's blonde eyebrows raised slowly.

The pair could feel the tension rising as Vhagarhā's unique eyes started to go glassy.

With one firm nod at each other and fire behind their eyes, the pair snuck around to the end of an open stone passage. They fell in step together with haste to collect the Sweet Lotus Vale Princess.

Shaeneera did not have a treacherous mouth like the second youngest Princess and the Queen of the Summer Island's. Yellow Lizard doubted the woman was planning on remarking anything slick.

Shaeneera was second only to Vhagarhā in sweet talking, but did not have the girlish charm to win over the Westerosi woman.

Before the Princess could even open her mouth, Yellow Lizard intercepted.

“Queen Alicent, My Princesses, Prince Aemond. Please excuse my interruption, but the Princesses are required to attend supper with their parents, The King and Queen of the Summer Isles,” The man bows as he speaks in respect and Black Scorpion keeps his gaze to the floor.

The pair was lucky that the sun dimmed rather quickly as they watched the Princess sit under the Weirwood for hours. The King and Queen would actually be eating within the Maidenvault and calling for their kids soon.

Alicent turns to look at Yellow Lizard as he straightens his posture from his bow. The woman's eyes were stuck on Black Scorpion's form as he straightened up as well.

Yellow Lizard resisted his facs twitching annoyed using his discipline training.

Black Scorpion was unsure of where he was taken from at the age of four.

He had long white-gold hair that was longer than the Prince Aemonds. It was a sandy beach white-blonde that Vhagarhā tended to, and he kept it slicked back in a ponytail. His eyes were ones of Earth, a tree bark color that swirled chocolate brown in the sun.

He was tall and large with muscles like a man from House Strong; not quite too large like Yellow Lizard, who looked huge like a man from House Umber.

Black Scorpion's face was set with stoney sharp Baratheon features, yet held a Targaryens grace and beauty. A true enigma like the rest of the House Qo members.

Alicents eyes widened with a flash of hot anger, then turned into slits of sharp emeralds intending to pierce skin.

“There she is,” Black Scorpion thought. The Viper Queen had awakened for the second time for the guards to witness. The first being when she first laid eyes upon Vhagarhā.

Alicent scoffed at Yellow Lizard, “Of course,” She started, anger softening into sorrow if only for a moment.

“We cannot have the Princess eating only cake all day,” She says, venom spitting from her lips as her eyes grow cold.

The woman's hands folded in front of her as she sighed harshly through her nose. The hazel light in her eye dimmed, leaving only green left in her wake and she gave her son a pointed look.

Vhagarhā caught onto the Queen's disposition and placed a hand on the woman's covered arm, “I will try and see you on the marrow if it pleases you,” The girl whispers, testing her luck as the vipers' fangs were already drawn.

It almost seems to work, the woman's eyes going soft but hands clutching each other tighter. “Yes, please-” She started almost eager.

A staring contest occurred between both Mother and Son. After a pregnant pause the woman continued with more authority holding herself together, “That would be wonderful, Princess,” She breathed out the words quickly.

Giving a firm nod of her head, the Queen leaves the two Princesses with their guards. She sent a pointed stare at her second oldest son to follow, and whispered orders to a nearby attendant.

Aemond bows respectfully at the Summer island's Princesses but then leans to whisper something short in Shaeneera's ear as she's mid-curtsey.

Sending a final squint of concealed intrigment at Vhagarhā, he's gone with a smirk plastered on his face and hands clasped behind his back.

The two islanders wait until the Mother and son Westerosi royals are out of sight before turning to each other.

Yellow Lizard does not move his gaze from Vhagarhā’s form, her eyes bright with hope. Black Scorpion stands with hands behind his back as well, his knuckles brushing against the twin Bastard Valyrian steel swords strapped to his back.

Shaeneera flits her eyes over the small one's body, checking for any abnormalities with her attire or skin.

“Why were you chatting with the viper Queen, little sister?” Shaeneera asks in Summer Tongue, the clicking sound of their first language harsh to foreign ears only.

Vhagarhā’s eyes widened like a doe, hands playing with the gold necklace hung around her neck, “She looked lonely, sister,” She replied innocently, Summer tongue rolling out of her mouth like honey.

Only the child had the capabilities of making a harsh sounding language seem magical like a Merlings song.

Shaeneera raises a blonde brow, a small frown stretching on her face in concern, "We are not home, small one. We dance with the snake's here."

Black Scorpion hums in agreement, keeping his eyes up as he stays aware of his surroundings.

“Even I have trouble navigating myself here. You are especially vulnerable,” She admits with a defeated look. Shaeneera knew she wouldn't be able to contain her sister's kindness, and she didn't want to.

However, she wished the girl chose sparingly with who she socialized with.

Yellow Lizard nods his heart firmly. He bends down to look into the eyes of the girl as she bows, her head in reluctant submission to her older sister.

“What you did could have gone horribly wrong, My Princess,” Yellow Lizard agrees, probably out of turn in Westerosi standards.

It is a guard's duty to protect his monarch, and make sure they do not endanger themselves.

Vhagarhā huffs a whine under her breath, staring down at her gaudy rings with sadness in her eyes. Yellow Lizard sighs at the girl's sad frustration.

“However,” Vhagarhā instantly perks up, lilac and coral eyes peeking through her thick lashes. The man could laugh at the girl's constant want for praise.

“It is always wise to have allies everywhere, even if you do not like them,” The words make Vhagarhā smile solemnly with a slow nod.

Taking a step back to look at both her sister and guards properly, Vhagarhā sighs deeply with saddened eyes, “I still think she has a heart somewhere in there,” She insists quietly.

“Vhagarhā-” Shaeneera's protest is cut off quickly.

Vhagarhā goes to lace her fingers with her older sister's own, small hands swinging their interlaced fingers with desperation.

“Please sister! I am never wrong about these things – I feel it in my heart,” She claims, looking between her sister and Black Scorpion who's only sign of emotion is the hard blank stare he gives when he is in disagreement.

Shaeneera presses her lips in a thin line as the long haired Unsullied looks away, not wanting to see the child's sappy eyes.

Turning to look at Yellow Lizard, Vhagarhā states, “There is a dragon still somewhere inside of her. She just has to find it. Unleash it.”

Frustrated, Vhagarhā looks up at the sun that has begun to set. Turning her head to the Weirwood tree, she marvels as shades of red and orange start to reflect off the ancient tree's leaves.

Oh, what bliss a child could find in the most delicate of situations.

Black Scorpion admired the girl's colorful outlook on life, just her mere expression painting the picture of hope.

Shaeneera averts her gaze to the Weirwood as well, noticing her sister's eyes had been caught somewhere else. With a small smile sent down at the girl unknowingly, she sighs as her eyes flutter closed for a moment.

As her short attention span sister stares at the tree with saddened hope, the Rhoynish woman sends a pleading look to Black Scorpion. The only expression of opinion she receives is a nod of his head, softened chocolate irises placed on Vhagarhā.

“Okay…” Princess Shaeneera sounds as if she is convincing herself, rather than affirming her sister's claims.

“You have always been able to find the best in others," Even when they don't deserve it.

The unspoken words echo in the guards ears hauntingly.

They will think of all the negative aspects and outcomes so the youngest Princess won't have to.

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rightf00tforward · 8 months

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Well, I decided to jump back into this after probably 9 years... Man a lot has changed and I gotta lot of work to do to get my profile where I was.

-Xando

Lesson #1: Don't rush. Things take time.

#fresh start #yolo #beach #chill vibes

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totallywickedfootwear · 8 months

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Xando Slip On Cork Wedge Slides Multi Size Triple Straps Neon Rhinestones.

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jolon-the-goblin · 10 months

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Concept Art Time~☆

These first two are concepts for book covers 1 & 2. Very likely (guaranteed tbh) to change before their individual releases.

Next, we have a group of sketches that show ¹Jolon leaping with an orb of light above one hand [this kinda goes along with a dream he has had periodically ever since he was a yip (child)], ²Jolon standing next to his best and only real friend Ayita, and ³a solo image of a slightly older Jolon sitting with his legs crossed. The sketches on the right are two I did while writing these scenes in the first book: ¹Jolon & Ayita snoozing under the tree and ²Jolon listening to Ayita as they head out from the village for their adventure.

Lastly ((for now)) is art of one of the creatures encountered in the book [the xandii being something like a large quilled weasel; plural: xandos], and one of the side characters [Sani; a water elf]. I do plan to draw more of the plants/animals and other mentioned characters. Any named characters will be seen (or at least heard of) again in book 2, btw~ I didn't make them just to leave them behind, so look forward to encountering them again in the next installment!

#my art #my ocs #jolon the goblin #jolon and ayita #lon-lon #ita #jolon #ayita #sky ellington #concept art #xandii #large quilled weasel #sani #water elf

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pennswoodsman · 2 years

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You ever take a nap at 2 pm until 330 pm then feel burned out all freakin’ day? Yeah that’s me right now. I’ve felt pretty crappy all week. I’m currently sitting on my father’s front stoop here in what was supposed to be my home too.

A few nights ago I had a long phone conversation with Lauren. She told me she was on the verge of death again. Said her baby daddy m, who is supposed to be helping her with her every day stuff is leaving her to die. Took the kids with him and is purposely leaving her alone. She said he made her erase all her dating apps and said to their children “your mother fucks other men”. Of courses this appalled me. I gave her a sympathetic ear and calmed her down. Told her if only I asked her out when she was my waitress on one of the many times Bill and I were at Xandos all these years ago, maybe all of her troubles would be avoided. It was fun to fantasize for a minute. Yes, I know that means my and her sons technically wouldn’t be born but if instead we had the 2 sons maybe I can pretend it’s like Kevin and Nathaniel are still with me, just with a different mother. We ended the conversation with her telling me she loves my voice and it was so nice talking to me. That night I had a dream I was making out with Anna Harris. It was the first time we ever met and the sexual chemistry took us both by surprise and we were all over each over. When I woke up I realized Anna and Lauren look a lot alike, which is probably why it was Anna instead of Lauren in the dream. So skip ahead to the following afternoon. My sons are back with me after I was out all day running errands. I open up Facebook for the first time since the morning and I see Lauren had written like 10 updates. Mostly “I’m dying I’m dying” messages. But others were calling out her baby daddy for not being there. But she also called him her boyfriend. Another one sad she wants her family, which she specified was her children and their father, but added “(boyfriend!!)” to be by her side. Now, obviously the part about her sons being there makes perfect sense. But I was all like “wait…what?” Then I read more. Her other friends were saying how her baby daddy already told her where he was going and that they’ll be right back. Another one said “Why do you keep calling Mike out publicly like this when you already knew what is going on. You know what you’re doing could be considered abusive too”. I realized that I’m probably getting played. No wonder she “forgot” to call me a month or so ago so we could spend time together. And my trying to continue to be somewhat of a sweet talker was all pointless. Just felt like yet another disappointment. I know it’s not a big deal or anything but it’s just another bit of bullshit that got me questioning everything about everything she’s told me. ugh

I sometimes get depressed. I am trying to accept that I’ll most likely be single for the rest of my life. And let’s face it, if for. I other reason but because I’m a total slob and most women wouldn’t tolerate that. Kristan I’m sure would have broken up with me after a few months had I not insisted on coming to her most of the time. I miss her but I’m also kinda embarrassed that I told her I wanted her back and she flat out rejected me. And the fact that she brought up how “sometimes a girl needs a hard dick. No offense” wtf am I supposed to say to that?! I mean, I know it’s true. I’m not denying that part. It, was that really necessary to tell me? Ugh, I’m getting upset writing this. Mostly because I can only work with what I have and even though I would give her multiple orgasms every night we were together, it all comes back to having ED and therefore I can never really give her what she, and all women will ultimately want. Maybe she mostly remembers how I couldn’t get an erection for real sex more than half the times we were together. I dunno. But we broke up in February and I haven’t done anything with anyone since.

I still get flashes of anger at Dawn. But it’s not so much all the cheating anymore. It’s just the lie I lived that I have still not been able to re-create (or what I thought I had) in any shape or form. Grant it, I don’t want to be married again, or really live with another woman. and yes, I am a pain the ass to live with too (another reason I don’t want to live with another woman. Because I don’t want her to dump me out of disgust) and I have plenty of bad habits and I never blamed Dawn for being pissed at most of the things that pissed her off. Which is why I get anxiety thinking how I’ll die alone and be forever fixated on finding a woman. It’s my worst trait…I mean, as far as my mental health is concerned.

Anyway, I want to end this boring cliche rant of mine with a shot of the last woman I met via OLD. This was today, actually. Heh…I probably will never hear from her again considering how the conversation went…which is fine with me! Lol

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