#naela

[bunnyplushy]

do Voz and his Sister Disguise them selves, or do they not do that?

actually, they can't disguise themselves!! while their alien species does have very advance technology, they don't have anything that can hide their appearances since it isn't much of a concern for them!! plus, it would be hard for them to play off being human since they can't eat any food, and they're quite literally walking lightning rods lol

#plushy answers #voz #naela

[ratlifflaw]

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[dhampiravidi]

love

the ideal ship, if not the ideal romantic relationship, is one where both partners (assuming there are only two partners) have respect for each other. they are willing to compromise and they look out for each other. in other words: either person can be considered "babygirl".

you know who they are.

#soapghost #bamon #caleb x pogue #caleb x chase bc I'm a bad person #jayn x jason #astarion x karlach #winterwidow #hermione x harry #malec #dionysus x ariadne #patrochilles #reyna x percy #percabeth #teresa x james #jayn x aleksander #destiel #naela x jaime #loki x sif #loki x valkyrie #darcy x loki #admin #love #jas x ronnie #jas x jace #aurelia x sirius #oraia x rogue #hestia x rogue x remy #rela x anakin #ghostbat #herongraystairs

[barrowedits]

─ naela louafi

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[latoyalestrange]

THE FOOL

is it them or us?

p. pascal x f!oc

Summary: Naela Rivera is a young actor who just broke the surface in her career. Her first big role, a DEA agent tasked with taking down Pablo Escobar’s empire in Columbia. She accepted, and the next thing she knew, she was being forced into a year-long PR relationship with a man she’d barely met. Not to mention, she was already in a committed relationship. Somehow, even though it was contractual, Naela was having the most fun she’d ever had. When it’s finally over and she feels broken, she has to finally ask herself, who really was the fool? disclaimer: i tried to make pedro as realistic as possible. some things aren’t going to be accurate. i do this because it’s fun for me. i will also not include smut in this. it gets suggestive, but out of respect for him it is not explicit.

wc: 24.4k

1. HALF TRUTH 2.4k

2. TRAPPED 1.8k

3. CIGARETTES AND APPLE JUICE 2.1k

4. METHOD ACTING 2.3k

5. CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT 2.1k

6. BAD INFLUENCE 3.3k

7. MEET THE PARENTS 3k

8. WILD DREAMS 3.4k

9. GRAND PREMIER 4.1k

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[stellisketches]

MY MAGNUM OPUS IS COMPLETE! 53 generations, roughly 1300 years, going all the way from Esmund to Garroth. PLEASE send me asks about the family tree I have been slaving over this for two weeks and if no one says anything I will cry. Whether it’s lore, drawing requests, who’s got the best ass in all of Ro’Meave history, I will answer pretty much anything. I hope you all like it! (Also the line connecting Naela and Ryker was the Wedding of Woe, for those of you who read my Ro’Meave lore post)

#aphmau #minecraft diaries #minecraft diaries headcanons #minecraft diaries lore #mcd #mcd lore #garroth ro'meave #zane ro'meave #vylad ro'meave #zianna ro'meave #aphmau garte #garmau #esmund the protector #the divine warriors #divine warriors #aphmau garroth #aphmau fanart #mcd katelyn #mcd laurance #mcd garroth #forreal literally ask me anything #romeave lore

[modern-inheritance]

Swords and Glyphs post war

I think in the MIC post war Rhunön takes some sort of apprentice. Maybe one of Eragon’s 12 guards (not including the Trauma Twins) or someone else. Ooo, maybe Naela. She wants the Rider’s swords to continue on with the new order, start fresh again and this time with spells to prevent the spilling of innocent blood or some such. They don’t move their operation/forge to Mt Arngor, but the journey to Ellesméra for your final tests and Riders sword is a big deal.

When Arya and Firnen start taking students (probably 10-15 years after she and Firnen join Eragon, focusing on general teaching for a while and occasionally being official liaison to Alagaesia for the order during times of crisis since she’s used to that job) and they begin getting their first Riders swords at the end of their training (which, from what we know from IC canon, it seems to take multiple decades to be deemed fit for a Rider blade), Arya starts a new little thing.

Whenever her students successfully clear their trials and they name their swords with Rhunön and her apprentice and the glyph is added, Arya gets Rhunön to tattoo the glyph on her. Smallc probably somewhere like around her forearm, upper arm, etc. Arya and Firnen have an immense pride in their students and it’s a way to show them physically that the teacher isn’t the only one who leaves a mark, but the student does as well.

Eragon occasionally does the same, but he rarely has the time to take direct students. He does, however, with permission from the chieftains of course, accept the gift of tribal tattoos signifying friendship with the urgal clans on his upper arm from the first Urgal student.

#eragon #inheritance cycle #the cyclists #modern inheritance #the inheritance cycle #ket's modern inheritance cycle #the world of eragon #modern inheritance post war #mic post war #post war inheritance cycle #post war #modern inheritance lore #tattoo #tattoos #I’m here yet again reminding everyone I have the yawë on my leg #I have the word Edoc’sil as well but really want the glyph too #paolini hit me with that glyph please

[lawolfe]

ASOIAF NAME IDEAS PART TWO

(from izzyobro on reddit)

Barth

Bartha

Barthanna/Barthanne

Barthard

Barthogan

Barthan/Bathron

Barthos

Barthric

Barthwell

Barthys

Benja

Benjam

Benjanna

Benjel

Benjen

Benjion

Benjor

Benjos

Benjwell

Bennard

Beren

Berena

Beron

Branda

Brandon

Cera

Ceranne

Cerbolt/Cerbalt

Cercella

Cercelle

Cerenna

Celia

Cerion

Cersei

Certos

Cerwald

Cerwin

Cregan

Cregard

Donnel

Donnor

Dorren

Eden

Edric

Edwell

Edwyn

Eddara

Eddard

Edderion

Elric

Elron

Elyn/Ellyn

Elys

Ella

Ellard

Erren

Errold

Eyron

Gillam

Gilliane

Harlan/Harlen/Harlon

VALYRIAN

Lucerra

Lucella/Lucela

Lucerax

Jaenyra

Jacarea

Jacael

Jaenara

Naethan

Naela

Symon

Syra

Sygar

Sylora

Symond

Tekar

Tela

Tena

Terea

Tygelle

Tylarr

Tymond

Tynya

Tyrea

Urgar

Urla

Valaena

Valerion

#house of the dragon #hotd #asoiaf names #a song of ice and fire #name ideas #medevial

[444names]

palindrome and emordnilap names

Aban Abani Abbas Adam Adda Addia Adek Adella Adian Adiave Adilenad Adilim Adinaja Adinamera Adinas Adira Adle Adlesti Adyana Aidaya Aidellya Aidia Ailam Ailayram Airicam Airie Aisak Ajahample Ajana Ajar Ajnahlise Akeel Akeeving Akina Akinad Akir Alad Aladian Aleen Alegnar Alemus Alenar Ales Alesil Alhabila Alham Alile Alinte Alinveen Aliss Alle Alled Alledalso Alleen Allegnad Allema Allenter Allidam Alor Alordna Alyala Amajak Amarian Ameem Ameema Amere Ameria Amersiri Amesa Amia Aminah Amiram Amirami Amirenam Anaela Anaidya Analin Analleyn Analso Anana Anarik Anasira Andaram Andron Aneemo Aneer Aneles Aneli Anella Anet Ange Anilap Anileda Anilie Anin Anisa Anish Aniv Anivi Anna Annasiana Anner Anumes Arana Aranaya Arat Arenahari Areven Ariam Arican Arida Arim Arimajib Armiam Armiled Arue Aruna Aryah Aryalles Asej Asiah Asira Aslia Assa Assira Asyadeli Asyahlian Atarika Atat Avane Aveel Aven Avena Avenadia Avissa Axella Ayadira Ayadyan Ayalsa Ayamya Ayana Aydame Ayma Aymada Aymara Ayrah Aysak Azak Azizan Azizar Baher Bahersi Baya Bayrama Bema Bija Bijak Bobeeron Camer Dala Dana Daradil Daram Daratin Date Dayan Dela Delie Deva Ebban Ebbe Edah Edana Ednah Ednamyala Eilen Eirimra Ekim Elande Elaya Eleen Eles Elika Elinven Ella Ellameeri Ellem Emon Emor Enani Englia Englika Ennam Ennia Eria Erian Esliama Eslish Eveem Gemo Hada Hading Hadyn Hailis Haima Haira Halame Halie Hana Hanel Hare Hean Ilan Ilhas Ilso Imar Imerika Inne Innilia Irahlika Irenas Ireve Iridya Irika Irim Irish Isma Ismana Itan Jana Jesa Jesti Junah Kajahaven Kajarim Kajibasil Kaza Kedian Keva Kilaman Kirah Kiratata Kiris Kive Leam Leamar Leanam Leanay Ledish Leeka Leera Leord Lexama Lianai Lidda Lidiam Lile Linael Linahlie Lingli Lisej Mahab Mahames Mahana Mahomes Maida Mailaher Mailed Maish Malesa Mali Manale Manalina Manar Marasia Marat Mare Marid Marike Marom Maron Maya Mebor Meel Meem Meemo Meera Meere Megnahlia Melda Meli Miaveka Milam Milegna Milena Mira Mirame Mirames Mirela Mish Moham Naam Naanam Naba Nabas Nadi Nadiani Nadil Naela Naelah Nahamor Nahat Nahirama Naida Nail Nailena Nair Nale Nali Nama Namael Name Namersian Namo Namor Namyan Nanam Nane Nanother Naramer Narik Nata Natate Nave Naveka Navisso Navivan Nayazak Neel Neem Neena Nelam Nelik Nell Nelles Nerid Neva Neveemin Nevek Nevi Nidalika Nidanel Nidata Nidel Nidil Nidiramon Nilordna Niman Niteda Nitela Nivar Nive Nivi Niviva Noelda Nolf Nome Nomes Nord Nossa Nossak Olida Orena Palsel Qira Rahlia Rahoma Ramer Ramerik Ramin Rample Ravek Ravia Ravika Razak Raziza Reek Reela Reen Reerahan Reevi Rehabila Rehanas Rehas Ridias Ridya Rihab Rihami Rihan Rimra Rinala Rinam Rinas Rinven Robeel Roelia Rola Rolayada Romael Saila Same Sanadya Sanothama Sanother Seema Sela Sema Semanay Sida Siddi Sidel Sivik Span Spana Suset Taram Tarid Ther Therel Tren Trev Trun Truna Unan Vaila Vaima Wela Wordna Yada Yally Yanay Yaniram Zayan Zizak

#444 names #444names

[bunnyplushy]

long time followers will remember this lil character, except now she's older!!

for those who don't remember, this is Naela Thal, Voz's younger sibling!! after Voz ran off to get revenge for his executed leader, Naela missed her brother so much and went into learning bio engineering like him, but was drawn to the flora side of the study instead of the fauna!! after her studies and some years of work, she quickly took the opportunity to travel to other planets to adventure and collect samples of different flora!!

this older design of her is just so cute that i might do more with her later on!! she was just suppose to be a side character but i think it would be cute for her to get a nice story herself TTwTT

#plushy art #oc #original character #alien oc #digital art #digital artist #naela #i just looooove the colors i chose for her clothes they compliment her metal color so well

[linn-kalt]

Ja kuidas kaalust alla võtta tagasi? Minu eesmärk on kolmkümmend kaheksa naela!

а ещё я сегодня не смогла сделать упражнения!!

это ужасно.

#русский блог #блог подростка #русский автор #блог рпп #анамия

[dhampiravidi]

the princess's knight

Naela did as she always did when she woke up, looking at the few sunbeams that had managed to escape through her closed curtains. Something about the morning & the sun gave her hope, which she really needed as of late. Her father was dying. That meant she'd lose one of her favorite people in the world soon & when he was gone, her country would expect her to show a brave face as the heir apparent. But she didn't want to be brave. She wanted to be her parents' Maghira Onda [Little Wave] just a little longer, before her new responsibilities sapped the life out of her.

Then her phone buzzed, reminding her that she was a political figure who would turn 28 by the end of the month. Naela unlocked her screen & read her personal assistant's messages, which were all about her daily schedule as usual. There was the opening of a new park, a ballroom lesson (since there hadn't been any super-formal balls in almost a year), a meeting with the Olympic Games committee (Braavos had a chance at hosting in 10 years) & horse race to attend. Not much, compared to some days.

With a sigh, she took a bath, then got dressed. Naela had always loved the fancy clothes that came with being part of the royal family--minus the heels. How was she supposed to run in heels?

As she got dressed, she began to worry, which was unusual for her. What if she hardly remembered how to waltz? Would the Olympics committee take her seriously? Her social media page needed an update, especially where the case of a trafficking ring (which had since been dismantled) was concerned. Of course, her dad was a pressing concern. & then, there was Ryder. No matter what she did, she seemed to piss him off...

The cool air brushing against her skin reminded her that she should get dressed & meet her guard outside. One of her attendants did her makeup, then Naela opened her door, expecting Ryder to be nearby.

@toomanyfandomsimfanvergent

#naela: thread #toomanyfandomsimfanvergent

[thelustybraavosimaid]

"You speak to the Lord of Storms and Sea, Elven girl."

"Lord? They call you god on the surface," Naela said, quirking a dark brow. She wanted to tug at one of her dreadlocks that floated in her face and around her, but knew it would be pointless while underwater. She bit her lip.

"Gods here are demigods elsewhere," he replied simply. "The stars are our mothers and fathers. Lord is more fitting."

--

He leaned in to Naela, his brow furrowed. He was searching for something, but she couldn't stop staring. His eyes were gorgeous—black as midnight, with swirls of turquoise and purple and sunlight-on-water, and the milk-droplets of star-shards in his eyes made them look like captured galaxies. He blinked, and in an instant the colours changed, shifting to various shades of red and orange.

"Why are you here? You are not dead, mortal."

"I am dead," she replied. "I sacrificed myself. I must speak with you."

She shuddered. Her memories of that moment should have passed by now, but she could still feel the rush of salty seawater fill her lungs as the riptide dragged her under. She could still remember wondering why she was struggling to live when sacrifice was what she chose for herself.

"You are not dead, girl. I have no business speaking with little mortals." Then he blinked, purples and golds coiling within. "Return to your surface."

"They need water," she blurted. His black brows furrowed more than before. "My people. The sun-kissed Elvenkind. But it's not just us. It's the moon-kissed and the shadow-kissed, too."

Her eyes stung, and it was not because of the water.

"Then pray to your precious Sun Lord, Elf." His smile was more a grimace. "Perhaps he will cast aside his love for your kind and let his Moon-wife rule."

"But you are the Lord of Storms," she said. "You bring balance, order. And life."

"They send me one little sacrifice and think it is enough?"

[latoyalestrange]

THE FOOL

p. pascal x f!oc

Masterlist | Playlist

Summary: It was their last twenty-four hours in Columbia before the cast flew back to Los Angeles. If you thought they weren’t going to party, you would be terribly mistaken.

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of cheating, possessive!pedro, not edited, begging 0.0, suggestive make out sceneeee

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CHAPTER SIX — BAD INFLUENCE

“And that’s a fucking wrap!” Tom shouted, flute of champagne held up for a toast. The long dinner table erupted with applause and cheering. “I won’t bore you with a long speech, I know I already talk too much. So enjoy your dinner, and we will see you next year for season two!” Another round of applause as he joins in on the cheering before taking his seat.

“Thank god, I’m starving.” Pedro grumbled in his seat, next to Naela of course.

“I know, right? I feel like I can finally relax and eat a full meal. I’m so nervous in between takes that I can’t eat,” she chuckles, wasting no time in digging in.

“Really? What makes you so nervous?” There was that tone again. She gave him a knowing smirk in between bites.

“Hm. Interesting.” He knew what she was trying to say. Pedro and Naela always seemed to be on the same page, which was proven true when they were asked if they wanted to continue the party after dinner at a nearby club.

“But we have to wake up so early tomorrow,” Naela droned, pouting at Joanna.

“Yeah, I don’t know about being hungover for a 7 hour flight,” Pedro added.

“Oh, come on, love birds! Let’s have some fun tonight!” Joanna shook Naela’s shoulders, forcing them to laugh. “We won’t get to see each other again until the season premier!”

“Blondie’s right, let’s go make bad decisions!” Boyd joined in, jokingly cheering at the last part. Pedro looked at Naela, smirking at her while he considered the idea.

“I’ll go if she goes,” he decided before taking the last drink from his glass. Naela rolled her eyes but failed to look annoyed with her cheeks flushed.

“Pleeease, Naela? I promise it’ll be so much fun!” Joanna clasped her hands together as she begged. Naela thought for a moment, clearly it was important to Joanna.

“Fine. But I’m leaving at midnight, sharp,” Naela tried to warn her, but Joanna was already jumping and cheering after the first word.

“Yay! That’s probably how late I wanted to stay out anyway.” Joanna beamed at her, making her chuckle and shake her head.

As soon as they passed the bouncer, Naela could feel the regret setting in. The music, the dancing, and the overall atmosphere just wasn’t her. She was more of a bar kind of girl. However, if you got a few drinks in her, she could definitely be a club girl.

A few drinks meaning two shots of tequila and a refajo; exactly what she’d had tonight. The group gathered around a small, circular, bar-height table with their drinks. Joanna and Naela were chatting on one side, and the boys on the other. With her barriers down, conversation was flowing without any effort. They were laughing, joking, telling stories, and it all felt natural. Things came to a crashing halt, however, when Joanna heard one of her favorite songs come on.

She gasped, “I love this song! Naela, you have to come dance with me!” She clapped giddily before taking Naela’s hands, robbing her of the opportunity to say no. Luckily, it was one of Naela’s guilty pleasure songs as well, ones that you hate to admit they make you dance every time.

They didn’t waste a second getting to the dance floor and swaying their hips together to the beat. The neon lights glided across their skin as they moved, making a beautiful scene for everyone to watch, and they did. They stood out against the crowd and Naela only realized it when the music changed and she finally paid attention to her surroundings. A few pairs of eyes were on them, but the only ones she cared about were the espresso orbs staring at her from across the dance floor. Before she could think, her feet were carrying her closer to him and Joanna was following close behind.

They weaved their way through the dance floor and eventually arrived back at the table. Her eyes were mostly locked with Pedro’s, but she couldn’t help but notice the new round of drinks waiting for them on the table.

“Aw, how’d you know?” Joanna mused as she took the shot glass in her hand.

“Just had a feeling.” Pedro answered, openly winking at Naela. She smirked and followed suit, taking the small-but-mighty tequila shot in her hand.

“Cheers.” She hoped her friends didn’t pick up on the suggestive tone meant for Pedro. If they did, they didn’t comment before bringing their glasses together, then tapping them on the table in ritual. Naela held her breath as she brought the glass up to her plump and glossed lips and downed the firey liquid in one go. She usually couldnt hide her disgust after the second shot and this time was no different. Luckily for her, Pedro found the way she scrunched her nose and stuck out her tongue adorable. He shook off his own disgust before smiling down at her while she wasn’t looking.

“I think we should go dance with different people at the same time,” Joanna announced, looking pointedly at Boyd. He looked confused at first, but she nudged him and gestured towards Naela and Pedro on the other side of the table.

“What—“ Naela started before Boyd cut her off, agreeing with Joanna.

“Yeah, yeah I’m gonna go dance…” He trailed off as she dragged him away. Naela turned to Pedro, who was already looking at her, and couldn’t contain her laughter.

He shook his head, “What are we gonna do with them?”

She giggled, “I have no idea.” He sighed and glanced around the room, trying to swallow his anxiety.

“So what’s the first thing you’re doing when you get home?” Was the first question he could think of. The lights were flashing around, making focusing harder and just her presence was enough to make him sweat. She held back a wide smile by biting her lip, unable to contain her excitement.

“Firing my manager,” she answered confidently.

He instantly burst into laughter, letting his head fall back. “That’s fair, very fair.”

“What about you?” She asked, letting her body language naturally open up as she turned toward him. He smoothed his mustache for a moment, like he was deep in thought.

“Probably just gonna wait for you to call me,” he answered with a smug look on his face. She nudged him with her elbow, refusing to give in to the temptations she was feeling.

“I’m serious,” she added, looking up at him.

“So am I,” he chuckled. “Hope John won’t be too jealous.”

She scoffed, knowing he knew her boyfriends name, “It’s Josh. And he already is, if I’m honest.” The liquor was getting to the both of them and it was obvious in their conversation. His brow furrowed with interest.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” His tone again. It was like a siren’s call that pulled her further out to sea, and she was entirely fine with drowning in it.

“I only told him bits and pieces of a few scenes and he tried to convince me not to take the job. He damn near broke up with me when I told him about the other contract.” Her expression fell as she spoke, and Pedro swore he could feel a fire ignite in his chest. He was enraged by the fact that a man could treat a woman like her so poorly.

“Well you can tell John to step up or I’m next.” She didn’t bother to correct him. Her head was spinning, trying to find something witty and not awkward to say.

“Maybe I will,” with a cheeky smile and intentional eye contact was the best she could come up with. “I’m gonna go use the restroom. Could you get us another round?” she added to diffuse the tension. He nodded and watched as she gathered her purse and turned to walk away. Naela felt the urge to look over her shoulder, feeling a pair of eyes on her. Sure enough, glancing back at Pedro, she could clearly see his eyes glued below her waist. He looked up at her, wiping his thumb across his lip with a sultry look in his eyes. He didn’t even try to play it off, he wanted her and didn’t care if she knew.

The few minutes she had to herself in the bathroom Naela used relieve herself, but mostly to fix her hair and smudged lip gloss. She took several deep breaths before making her way across the sea of people in between her and where her friends were standing. Boyd and Joanna had joined Pedro back at the table, new drinks in their hands.

“How was sitting on the other side of the club for ten minutes?” Naela asked sarcastically as she sauntered up to the group.

“It was great actually, much better company,” Boyd added jokingly. Pedro wheezed as he laughed and nudged his shoulder.

An hour or so and a few more drinks later, Naela could feel everyone starting to slow down, whether it was from exhaustion or the liquor. Her own words were slurred and she found everything much more funny than it actually was. Additionally, she found herself standing much closer to Pedro than she should’ve been. By now, she leaned into him with his arm ghosting her back as they stood. Either no one cared or they were too drunk to notice.

Speaking of too drunk, while laughing at something Pedro said, she stumbled back into his chest.

“Wow, you’re really drunk,” he whispered teasingly in her ear, chuckling a bit as his hands lingered on the outside of her arms.

“Not even a little bit,” she mumbled, craning her neck to meet his gaze as she rested against him now.

“Let’s get you in bed, yeah?” She knew that wasn’t how he meant it but the ache she felt in between her legs thought otherwise. She nodded and couldn’t help but bite her lip as she looked up at him with suggestive eyes. He smirked down at her enticingly innocent expression, trying to silence the inappropriate thoughts circling his mind.

“I’ll call a taxi,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Are you guys coming?” She asked the rest of the group, her eyelids starting to droop and her words becoming more strung together by the second.

“No, I think we’ll finish our drinks first,” Joanne slurred as well, unable to hide her smirk. “You guys go ahead.”

“Okayyy, I’ll see you guys in the morning then.” Naela sloppily wrapped her arms around her friend, almost making the both of them topple over. They laughed it off before she broke away to hug Boyd as well.

“Don’t do anything stupid, yeah?” He joked, patting her back casually.

“So don’t do anything you would do, got it!” Naela resposed teasingly. He chuckled and nudged her away with his palm to her forehead. She retreated to Pedro, who was just getting off the phone.

As if it were a habit, he slinked his arm around her shoulder, whispering in her ear, “Vámonos, hermosa.” God, is Josh could see this…

Naela shooed the thought of her boyfriend away as Pedro held the door for her. The brisk air hitting her face didn’t sober her up one bit, but it felt nice. He joined her near the curb as they waited.

“So what are you actually doing first when you get home?” She asked curiously, smiling brightly at him. Her dimples made him want to cave right then and there.

“I’ll be sleeping for the first few days, trust me,” he laughed, “But once I’m awake I’m shaving this off.” He smoothed his facial hair down, a gesture Naela had grown to find extremely enticing. However, she gasped unexpectedly once she processed what he had said.

“No, please don’t get rid of it! It’s really grown on me,” she whined, inching closer to him and letting her palm rest on his chest.

“I’m pretty sure it’s literally grown on me,” he joked. Once again, even though it wouldn’t be that funny if she were sober, she let her head fall back with laughter, causing her to lose her footing and trip off of the curb and into the street. She would’ve been just fine, but Pedro instinctively grabbed her and pulled her back onto the side walk, coincidentally into his arms. With his heart practically beating out of his chest, tension hung in the air for what felt like many minutes as he searched her eyes for any sign of hesitancy. For once, Pedro knew exactly what he wanted and he was going to get it. No advice from management, no contract, or anything else for that matter could’ve kept him from kissing her in that moment.

Slowly, he brought their lips together for a gentle, yet meaningful kiss. It was so different from all the other times they’d kissed; it wasn’t rushed, expectant, or in front of an entire cast and crew. It was perfect, and she never wanted it to end as her arms found their way around his neck, pulling him in deeper. Their long-anticipated fantasy was over, however, when an impatient honker ripped them out of it. Naela had no idea how long the cab driver had been waiting behind them.

“Oh, shit…Lo siento, señor!” Pedro apologized to the driver before swinging the door open and allowing Naela in first. As they started driving, she instantly knew why the studio was so particular about them using their assigned drivers. She was regretting her last drink as the driver made sharp turns and lurched at every stop. She thought closing her eyes would help, but eventually she resorted to letting her head rest of Pedro’s shoulder.

“You okay?” He asked softly, looking down at her. She shook her head and groaned.

He chuckled, “Tell me if we need to stop. Not sure he’d be too happy if you threw up in here.” She only let out a deep breath in response.

“Frena, por favor. Ella está mareada,” He spoke up to the driver, who instantly accepted his request and drove carefully the rest of the way back.

“Veinte mil pesos, por favor.” The driver said coldly as he put the car in park and outstretched his hand. Pedro sighed and reached around to take out his wallet, giving him two crisp blue bills.

“Quédeselo.” He resposed simply as he pulled himself out of the back seat. Naela reached for her car door, but before she could step out, Pedro was opening her door and holding his hand out for her. She gladly accepted, regaining her footing much better than she had before the ride home. Once the cool air hit her skin again, she felt much better. They smiled at eachother after he closed the door, hardly having a chance before the cab sped off. Naela hardly noticed. She did notice, however, how right Joanna was about how he looked at her. Her cheeks were either hot from him or the drinks, and her stomach, she was sure turned into butterflies.

“You don’t need me to carry you, do you?” He asked teasingly.

She chuckled, “Hm, now that you mention it…” He knew exactly what her tone was implying. He sighed, and without a moment of hesitation, he bent down and wrapped his arms around her thighs and threw her over his shoulder. She squealed at the unexpected movement, desperately grasping onto his back for support.

“I wasn’t serious!” She giggled into his leather jacket as it pressed up against her chin. Once they reached her trailer, he slowly planted her feet on the ground, at which point Naela realized she had neither her shoes or her purse. She patted her side, swearing her bag was hanging off her shoulder moments ago.

“I got it, don’t worry,” He reassured her as he took her keys out of her purse, her shoes in his other hand. She couldn’t remember taking anything off, but she was grateful at least Pedro was keeping track of her mess.

“Oh, thanks,” she responded softly. After a few tries, he eventually opened the door to her trailer and ushered her inside.

“So this is where you’ll be staying for the next six months,” he joked, gesturing around the living space. Naela could hardly focus on what he was saying, though. Something about being taken care of made her want to take care of him. She slowly started inching toward him as he went on. “I hope you like spanish TV, because that’s all that plays—“

Before he could finish, she pressed her lips against his and tangled her fingers in his hair. Caught off guard, he found himself unable to back away, in fact his hands were slithering around her back and pulling her closer. But no matter how much he wanted this, or how long he’d waited, he didn’t want to be that person.

“Naela,” he managed to say in between feverish kisses. He was only met with more kisses. God, he wanted to give in so bad. But not only was she in a relationship, she was drunk. He planted both hands on either side of her face and retracted his own, looking her dead in the eyes.

“Naela, we can’t.” He shook his head, eye contact unbreaking so he knew she understood. Her face instantly dropped, and Pedro felt a pang in his chest. Why did she have to look at him like that?

“You don’t like me?” Her brow tipped upward, making her look utterly devastated. He instantly mirrored her expression, feeling horrible.

“No, no, it’s not that…” He shook his head and let his hands fall to her shoulders. He was no longer nervous to admit it, it’s what she needed to hear. “I really like you, Naela.” It didn’t seem to make her feel better, her eyes glued to the floor. He sighed and brought his hand back up to her cheek, this time brushing her hair behind her ear.

“You’re drunk, amor. And I want us to start off on the right foot. Nothing tieing us to other people…” He hooked his finger under her chin and lifted her eyes to meet his gaze.

“I don’t want there to be any question that we both want this.”

“There isn’t,” she retorted, her eyes unwavering. She slid her hand up his torso, gripping lightly onto his collar once she reached it.

“Please, Pedro…” She couldn’t bring him to her level, so she got on her tip toes to connect their lips once more. He grumbled into the kiss, begrudgingly reciprocating.

“You’re making this really hard for me, Naela.” He growled once their lips parted, still holding her frame close as their foreheads pressed together.

“I hope I’m making something else hard too,” she teased, biting her lip.

“You don’t get to know,” he argued, giving her one last firm peck before straightening his back once more. Their hands loosely intertwined at their sides as he smirked down at her.

“You’re a bad influence,” he chuckled, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip.

“I would say I’m more of a fun influencer.” Pedro instantly laughed at her nonsensical response.

“Okay, yeah, time for bed, Naela.” Before she could protest, he spun her around by her shoulder and began guiding her toward her bed.

The next thing Naela knew, the alarm on her phone was blaring next to her head as she untangled herself from the covers. She quickly scrambled to grab her phone and silence it. She looked at the time, four AM. The events of the night before instantly set in. Naela couldn’t tell if she wished she had more to drink that night so she wouldn’t have to remember embarrassing herself like that. On one hand, she totally would’ve thrown up on Pedro at some point, but was that really worse than what she had done? Naela didn’t think so.

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[stellisketches]

I was gonna say can we talk about the wedding of woe where rykers parent is the one to cause all this but then I realized that she died in child birth, so uh what went down with the wedding, and how Ro’Meave fam saved?

Okay so I haven't written this one out entirely, so the details are a bit fuzzier, but here's a summary of it (I made like 2/3rd of this up as I went along).

Also DEFINITELY CONTENT WARNING for mentions of death, failed pregnancies, domestic violence, implied SA, and cousincest. This is probably the most game-of-thronesy I’ve gotten in terms of lore.

Vaughna only briefly served as the High Priestess of O'Khasis for a period of five-ish years. Vaughna was somewhat pressured into Priesthood by her caretakers and some of Malik's advisors due to her magicks-sensitivity, however she was never actually attached to religion. In order to get out of being High Priestess, she purposely got pregnant as a reason to step down. Stepping down as High Priest was not an easy thing to accomplish, and there had to be a valid reason to abdicate the position you were supposed to swear your life to. Pretty much the only way to do it "honorably" was to either get married or have a child (the latter of which was more acceptable). While celibacy isn't technically required in order to be the high priest, it's generally seen as the more noble/respectful thing to do. The duty of parenthood was supposed to come before all else, and being high priest would complicate that duty. Ergo, it was seen as sort of an "honorable discharge" from the church. Unfortunately, this decision did end up costing her life, as she died giving birth to the baby that was supposed to give her freedom.

Ten years later, Styr and Sophi both died of an illness within days of each other when Naela was almost twelve, and Astarse V had died/disappeared along with her lover Sayren just a few years beforehand. This meant that the only two known living Ro'Meaves were children with only maids and advisors left to raise them. This led them to be incredibly vulnerable to manipulation by nobles and power hungry "advisors'', and the new High Priest. The new High Priest, Habistus, was able to manipulate the ruling so that Ryker would be first to inherit the Lordship over O'Khasis before Naela (even though she was BOTH the previous Lord's daughter AND the eldest) because Ryker was younger and easier to manipulate than his cousin, who became incredibly quiet and mistrustful of everyone after her parents died. Ryker being made heir gave birth to Naela holding a well-hidden resentment that would only strengthen in time.

Anyways, It was decided that Ryker would marry as soon as possible in order for more Ro'Meaves to be born. Ryker essentially had his picking of girls to choose from, and at the age of thirteen (which I will say was ASTOUNDINGLY young, even for his time) he was engaged to a girl named Marna, who was the heir apprentice to the Chief Scholar of O'Khasis. Now, this rank was pretty much as low as a Ro'Meave man could marry, seeing as before her apprenticeship she pretty much came from nothing, but he was really genuinely in love with her and it was the one thing Ryker was not gonna get talked out of. The advisors gave in when they realized he really wasn't going to cave and the marriage date was set. High Priest Habistus was NOT happy about this marriage, and he wasn't told about it until AFTER the engagement was already announced to the public. He was of the opinion that the Ro'Meave line needed to be kept as pure as possible, and that the lineage had been suffering to "dilution" for far too long. However there wasn't much he could do, seeing as the engagement had already been made public and the wedding was set to take place in five months' time.

It was during those months that Ryker was genuinely in bliss at the thought of marrying his new wife. The poor kid had an ENORMOUS case of puppy love and Marna seemed to reciprocate it just as much. In fact, there was a recorded instance of Ryker ordering a man to be dragged out of the castle and beaten to a pulp because he insulted his Fiancée's weight during a dinner party.

Sadly, this happiness was not to last him. Two weeks before their wedding was to take place, Marna suddenly fell ill and later died on what would have been their wedding night. Ryker, presumably, DID NOT take this well at all. There are surviving historical documents that this kid almost died of starvation and dehydration because he refused to eat anything for nearly two fucking months.

Funnily enough, following the death of Marna, several key advisors died from unfortunate accidents or suddenly announced their retirement, and new advisors ‘recommended” by Habistus took their roles. 

Two years passed, and a new match was set. Though Ryker was much less enthusiastic. His new match was a woman named Sola, who was a member of a prominent merchant family who just passed the seventh generation clause (See my Ro’Meave/Royalty headcanons post). They got along okay but Sola was six years his senior and really wasn’t that interested in him, more so about gaining prestige for her family. Their engagement lasted only two months, in order to speed up the process so Ryker could get hitched and start having kids, but alas, tragedy struck again.

Three nights before the wedding was to take place, a maid accidentally tripped and knocked over a candelabra directly onto Lady Sola who had yet to undress from a long and highly flammable dress. It also didn’t help that one of the pre-marriage ceremonies she had taken place in that night was the anointing of oil on one’s face. With her entire face on fire, the poor lady could not see that in her panic she had moved out of her chambers and onto the balcony, where she fell almost fifty feet into a stone wall

So that wasn’t good. Now he was two dead wives down and still had no heir. Even his cousin Naela had started to feel a tiny ounce of pity for him. She had actually been trying to have a child (mostly to make another legal case to win back her lordship) however she had already had two miscarriages. Though she was genuinely glad Ryker didn’t have any heirs yet.

Also, pretty much all of the old advisors were dead. Wonder how that happened. 

Another year later, Another match was set up for Ryker; This time a woman named Sienna. Sienna was the soft-spoken sister of the Admiral of the O’Khasian Naval Fleet. This engagement was set to last only three weeks, with the advisors only becoming increasingly desperate. Also by this point, Ryker had become somewhat detached from his politics. He became increasingly bitter over the fact he had no choice in who he was marrying, and had picked up drinking as a result. He kept up appearances in public, but outside of that he spent exactly zero time with her.

On their wedding night, after the ceremony, a wasp stung Sienna’s mare and threw her off— breaking her neck and killing her while coming back from the ritual Bath of the Bride. When Ryker was informed of the tragedy, he began to laugh so hard that he needed a chair to stand up straight.

Now this is where things REALLY go to shit. 

Because by now, everyone is beginning to think that Ryker is cursed. Many of Naela’s loyalists said this was divine retribution for her deposition; that Ryker was destined to die without heir until Naela was crowned the rightful ruler. These loyalists were quickly “dispersed” by Habistus, but the rumors stuck around, and now NO ONE wanted to marry the guy with three dead wives under his belt. Honestly, it looked like the Ro’Meaves were doomed because just a month after the third wedding Naela suffered a third miscarriage. Everything was just awful.

And then that mother fucking bitch ass priest smoked a crack pipe and said “You know how I can make this worse?”

The High Priest decrees that the three dead wives were obviously a divine omen, but it wasn’t about Ryker’s lordship. Irene was obviously disgusted by how diluted the Ro’Meave line had become with peasant blood and how Naela had become afflicted with a pitiful madness, as she was whoring herself out to anyone in order to have a child, not because she wanted to be a mother, but just to steal the throne (The throne that, I remind you, was hers to begin with). He claimed he had received a divine vision that would solve all the problems and make everyone happy, that would save Naela’s virtue and restore the Ro’Meave line to its former purity.

You can see where this is going.

At this point in time, O’Khasis was pretty much being entirely run by Habistus. Everyone from beggar to noble knew that if you so much as whispered a rude word in his direction, Habistus would have you disposed of before the sun rose the next morning. Ryker knew this and was burning with resentment over the fact he had absolutely no control over any aspect of his life anymore. Habistus had become too powerful to fight against and all he could do was go along with whatever was put before him. Naela was aware there was literally nothing she could do to get out of this short of her dying (something she really wasn’t up for) and since the two of them had exactly zero allies, they knew they were destined to play the pawns of Habistus’ grand gambit.

Thus, the Wedding of Woe was arranged. 

Ryker and Naela were by no means close. Naela had been so distrusting towards literally everyone throughout her life and Ryker was too enthralled by his own rage to even attempt trying to make peace with her. 

Still, they were married by moonlight with one of the biggest wedding audiences in history. The turnout was over a thousand people. Habistus had made the ceremony open to the public. A monument to his own power, as if he held the entirety of O’Khasis by the neck and said “Just try and stop this.”

(Heads up for implied SA in the next 2 paragraphs. You can skip it and it will still make sense)

It was just after this wedding, in the marriage chamber, when Ryker finally found an outlet for his frustration. I’ll spare you the details, but I will say this: Ryker may not have been able to make any of his own decisions, but he still was Lord.

And in the small scale, Lords can do whatever they want to the people beneath them. 

So... yeah. 

Essentially Ryker became incredibly abusive towards Naela as a result of his frustration, and there was literally nothing Naela could do about it. Eventually, she did end up pregnant, and as one more sadistic divine trick, she gave birth to a baby girl, who despite all odds survived infancy. 

Naela named them Vaev. From Old Ru’aunian, it translates to “Burden”.

Over the course of the next sixteen years, Naela would go on to have six miscarriages/stillborn children

Naela did not have much love for the child that lived. Her mental health had already been shot to hell, and Vaev was pretty much handed off to the nursemaids since the moment she was born. Naela would intermediately berate her both in and out of their presence. Ryker gave fuck-all about the kid and continued his rampage about the castle. When Vaev got older it became obvious they had a birth defect that had caused half of their face to sag along with being partially deaf in one ear. This only caused more abuse, as Ryker would publicly bully his daughter and make a spectacle of her. She started wearing a mask as an effect.

Naela remained thoroughly resentful of her until she was sixteen, until one day they came to their mother in tears.

It appeared Ryker had abused her in more ways than one

and That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

Now, what exactly happened afterwards is a bit blurry, but let's just say that Ryker and Habistus both ended up dead. 

With them gone, Naela finally, finally ascended the O’Khasian throne and took her place as Lord. Vaev succeeded her, however their relationship stayed distant even after Ryker died. Though Naela was no longer as loathsome towards her as she had been before. She mentored her where she could, and retired at the age of fifty-six. She spent the rest of her life in a villa estate in southern Ru’aun with minimal servants and a strict order that absolutely no one was to visit her unless something happened to Vaev. 

Nothing ever did. 

[AN: holy SHIT this is so much longer than I originally intended. Anyways I hope you aren’t too horrified. Also I just realized I didn’t talk about how the Ro’Meave line was “saved” but that is a HUGE other beast to tackle. You may wanna send me a separate ask about it.]

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[modern-inheritance]

Alright since I did that vid, it's time for me to cut my hair. Sat on my braid when I got back inside.

It's weird, but in MIC there are several instances (some not yet posted/fully written) of people getting their hair cut and it being like...really a vulnerable moment? For both people? You have Naela cutting Torin's hair and them bonding, and I've got Iz cutting Arya's hair for her in the works (figured it'd be my length or longer after so much time, needs a few inches off) and there's a short where Arya's cutting Eragon's hair for him (it's something he prefers she do rather than anyone else), and then Eragon braids Arya's hair for her when she's got a badly broken arm that requires several healing sessions to properly reset and heal.

I don't know if it's because I've always been pretty protective of my hair, or because way WAY back my original hairdresser (a family friend) actually saved my life due to finding some really weird pre-cancer stuff on my head, or just the act of letting someone be near your brain with scissors and having your back to them gives me heebiejeebies, but I think it might become a canon thing in MIC that there's a weird almost ritualistic respect thing with elves and hair cutting.

iunno. thinking about it.

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