#sapphire answers

[sapphire-writes]

I see you’re open for requests 😍 Could you write Aemond x Reader who is his childhood best friend (she could be like a commoner or a servant) I’m not sure about the plot…thought you might have some ideas, it could be angst and end with fluff 😚

Love, love, love this request! Thanks so much, nonnie, I hope you enjoy 💚

Aemond x Reader

rating: mentions of Aemond's eye injury, some angst & fluff

word count: 1.6k

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You opened the door to Prince Aemond’s chamber, sticking your small head inside. The room was dark aside from the beams of sunlight that shone through the gossamer curtains. The breeze made them dance across the floor.

“Prince Aemond?” you called, in a voice squeaking with nerves. There was no reply. You knew the young prince was supposed to be at the dragonpit, but something inside of you begged you to check. After assuming the coast must be clear, you entered, bringing with you your bucket. 

It was your job to replenish the fireplaces in the chambers of the royal families. You were still a small child, and this was the task that suited you best. You could enter any room in the Red Keep practically unnoticed. 

You walked over to his fireplace, getting started right away. You were eager to finish the job and be off before the prince returned. Digging through the soot, you cleared the ashes, placing fresh logs atop. When your work looked decent, you stood, brushing the soot from your hands onto the apron you wore. 

A breeze tore through the room through the open windows, sending several papers scattering from the prince’s desk. You rushed to collect them, taking care to not stain the pages with soot. As you placed them on the desk you couldn’t help but admire the pages of one of the many books that lay open. 

It was the drawing of a dragon that caught your eye, with descriptions and arrows pointing at various parts of the creature's body. You squinted at the pages in front of you.

“What are you doing?”

You nearly jump out of your skin as you turn wide-eyed to face Prince Aemond. Eyes wide, mouth gasping like a fish out of water, you do not answer him. Aemond raises a brow, looking from you to the book.

“Were you reading?”

You find your voice.

“N-no! No, my prince,” you stutter, feeling your cheeks warm. You desperately hope the soot from the fire hides the rosy flush.

“Do not lie, I saw you,” Aemond says, as though he is your father, not someone the same age as you.

“I wasn’t my prince,” you tell him, “I cannot read.”

Aemond’s face scrunches at this. He walks over to you then, pulling the book from his desk. He holds it across his chest, to face you.

“What does it say?”

Your lip wobbles. Embarrassment fills you and burns your insides like a fever. Surely, he means to humiliate you. 

“I do not know, my prince.”

He brings a finger under a word. 

“Balerion,” he says, looking at the page and back to you.

“Balerion,” you repeat, earning a nod.

Aemond traces the letter at the beginning of the word.

“That's a B,” he tells you, violet eyes meeting yours. 

From then on you found yourself lingering in Aemond’s chambers when you went to do your daily task. Each day he would show you something new, different words, different letters, the names of great houses and maidens in songs. 

Aemond and you became fast friends. Slowly, he was teaching you how to read. You enjoyed the company of the prince. He was patient with you and seemed to enjoy being able to teach you. Aemond did not have friends, and he was happy to have you. 

Soon, you were both reading books together every chance you had. In the library, in the gardens. Aemond would even forego the Dragonpit to join you on your rounds to the other chambers of the Red Keep, book in tow. 

When the royal family went to Driftmark for the funeral of Laena Velaryon, you found yourself missing the company of your new friend. 

You heard what had happened before the royal family returned. You found yourself shaking with nerves once more when entering the prince’s chambers. 

“Prince Aemond?” you called, opening the door. You could see his small body, tangled in the sheets. The curtains were drawn completely shut. You entered slowly, tip-toeing. 

“Aemond?” you called to your friend. The bed rustled, but he did not respond. Assuming he was not up for visitors, you went about your duties. When you had finished, you glanced towards the bed once more. 

“Aemond?” you tried once more, hearing a sniffle in response. You placed your bucket down and walked towards him. A book lay on the floor, seemingly tossed from the side. You gently picked it up. 

“I can’t,” Aemond whimpered, sniffling once more. He turned his head and your eyes widened at the state of him. The stitches across his face were red and swollen, his functioning eye was wet with tears. His whole face was an angry shade of red. 

“I can’t even read,” he sobbed, fingers clutching the sheets, “I’m fucking pathetic.”

Wet tears rolled down his face, snot leaking from his nose. The pillow he lies on is damp from his crying. 

You bring a hand to his shoulder and he flinches away from your touch. Aemond feels as though his shame is fire beneath the surface of his skin, threatening to boil him alive. 

“I shall read to you,” you whispered. Aemond looked at you through his tears. His hands begin to shake. 

“Here,” you told him, placing the book in his lap before walking to the other side of the bed. You climbed onto the linens sitting next to Aemond. Taking the book from his lap you turned the page. 

“The days before the Doom were quiet, though legends say this was an omen of death.” you began, as Aemond rested his head against your shoulder. 

~

“I want you to come see,” Aemond says, when you enter his chambers. He pulls the pail from your grasp, lacing his hand in yours. You have never seen him so elated, his smile is blinding. 

He pulls you from the room, dragging you down the halls of the keep until you reach a large window facing Blackwater Bay. 

“Look,” he says, pointing in the distance. You squint, the sun reflecting off of the bay nearly blinding you. Suddenly, you feel the castle shudder, it's as though again it has fallen down the serpentine steps. 

Vhagar flies overhead, out towards the bay. She lets out a roar, powerful wings causing the waves of the bay to change direction. 

“She’s mine,” he tells you, giddy with excitement. 

Your eyes are like saucers. You’ve never seen a larger dragon. 

“She’s amazing,” you admit, feeling a pang of jealousy. Now Aemond shall take to the skies, leaving you alone in the castle once more. 

You want to hate Vhagar for stealing your only friend, but you can’t seem to find it in your heart to hate the magnificent creature. 

Aemond’s hand still holds yours, you can feel your palm begin to sweat with the realization. He tears his gaze from Vhagar to look at you. The stitches have been removed from his face, the skin is now turning into a pearl-colored scar across his face.

“Now we can fly,” he tells you, the grin never leaving his face. Your heart stutters in your chest.

“We?” 

Aemond’s smile falters for a moment, his eyebrows crease together. 

“You and I, when  mother allows it,” he tells you, “Vhagar can carry many books, and we can fly to anywhere in the seven kingdoms. 

Your smile matches his. He has not intended to leave you behind. 

“I would like that, my prince.”

~years later~

You do not announce when you enter Aemond’s room now. Being friends for so long has awarded you that right. You have grown alongside him, rising in the ranks from lowly fireplace servant to chambermaid. 

Aemond is awake when you enter, as he often is. He has most likely already been to the training yard that morning before you arrived. While you detest early mornings, Aemond loves them. 

“Good morning, my prince,” you address formally, carrying new bedsheets. Aemond’s mouth twists from where he sits at his desk. 

“Ao issi biare tubī,” he says, barely looking up from his work. (You are happy today). 

You begin to strip the bed. 

“You’ll have to teach me sooner or later,” you tell him, and make a face, pausing your movements to glance at him. 

“What?” he inquires. His gaze has risen from his desk, a sly smile on his face. Aemond’s eyepatch is missing, he rarely wears it in his chambers (or around you) and the sight of the blue sapphire never fails to take your breath away. 

You narrow your eyes at your friend. 

“Teach me,” you demand, crossing your arms in front of you. Aemond cocks his head to the side. 

“Unwise to command a prince,” he teases, piling his papers away and rising from his desk. He walks over to you. 

“Oh come now, Aemond,” you pouted, causing him to chuckle.

“Teach me.”

Aemond bites the inside of his cheek. It is as though you are children again. You, a curious little creature peering over the knowledge he possesses. 

“Fine,” he agrees, “since you asked so sweetly, gevie.” (beautiful).

You swat at his arm, a blush creeping up your cheeks. Though you were close companions you could not help the feeling of butterflies in your stomach when he talked to you in such a manner.

“What’s that mean?” you inquire, “Gevie?”

Aemond lets the word hang in the air for a moment, enjoying the way his mother tongue falls from your lips. 

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, and the heat in your face nearly sets you ablaze. 

“Me?” you ask and Aemond lets out a real laugh then, from deep within his chest. 

“Of course you,” he tells you, “only you.”

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[wings-of-sapphire]

Hi, I love your Wish rewrite so much that I want to do a fanart. Is there any design for them or references to inspire by them?

Asjsksjaks I wrote a whole-ass essay responding to this but it got deleted so here it is again

First of all— thank you so much! Please tag me when you finish it, you’ll be my favorite person ever

Now I assume you mean Asha and Star inspo. They’re under a cut because I really delved into this lmao

Asha

For our favorite princess, I see Asha basically the same, but with a lot fancier accessories and outfits. In her concept design, she had lots of jewelry and beads in her hair and on her dress inspired by Moroccan and Amazigh fashion:

And then a fancy dress worthy of a princess. She’s supposed to be commoner now, but her concept art had some pretty dresses

Ahaksjaksjs sorry for the shitty quality this was the only photo I could find

Some other dress designs I loved:

@puertoricanbelle

They made this as a final transformation outfit which, honestly, I love. It’s giving Ariel’s final dress, but mixed with Queen vibes and tbh in the movie I expected a transformation dress rather than just sparkles hajsksjs @ghostguts

Like??? She’s a princess so she has the royal colors??? Idk what it is I just love this

THIS DESIGN below I believe is made by @hoaxghost, but—

Lookit??? Not too formal not too common, gold accents and rings and the silhouette of the dress isn’t just like Rapunzel’s but has dimension and tassels and sleeves and nose is not a cute button which I think is reminiscent of Amaya and Magnifico, them being her parents in this rewrite. The concept art picture I showed also showed her with a bit of a longer nose which I like

(Also I feel like they lightened the royal couple’s skin in the movie? Or is it just me?)

Star

I also looked at the concept art for Starboy

^something like the one right above, I think But I also adored @kiiwiibun’s design of Star

I think in my rewrite I even added how Star has a dark teal half-cape thing like they drew!

I do imagine Star to have a constant glow, since he’s, you know, a star. But whether it’s from his skin, his hair, etc, you can decide! You basically have lots of wiggle room for this since I don’t have a design fully locked down yet. And hey, maybe you’ll create the “canon” looks for this Wish rewrite!

(Ps if any of the people I tagged want me to remove their art please let me know and I’ll do it right away— also is anyone knows who made that last Asha dress redesign please tell me too so I can tell them I love them)

💜💛

#ahsksjajs sorry this took so long #I had finals today #Geometry I aced but Honors Chem frikin sucks man #Anyways yeah #please tag me when it’s finished! #I love and welcome fanart of any kind #Also like you’ll be my favorite forever so #sapphire answers #wish 2023 #disney wish #wish disney #wish movie #wish #princess asha #disney 100 #star wish #wish concept art #wish asha #asha wish #star x asha #fan art

[stargazer-sims]

OC Questionnaire

I love how many times I'm being tagged for this! Thanks so much @treason-and-plot for tagging me this time!

Since I'm kind of on a roll with doing characters from The Art of Redemption, here's Peace:

Peace Adebayo

NAME: Peace Everlasting Adebayo

NICKNAME: none

GENDER: female

STAR SIGN: Aries (3 April)

HEIGHT: 177cm

ORIENTATION: lesbian

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Nigerian-Canadian

FAVOURITE FRUIT: cantaloupe

FAVOURITE SEASON: summer

FAVOURITE FLOWER: sunflowers

FAVOURITE SCENT: sandalwood

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: She's a tea drinker. She likes hot chocolate but doesn't love it, and she rarely drinks coffee

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: anywhere between 5-8 hours daily, depending on her work schedule (she's a nurse)

DOGS or CATS: Peace isn't a huge fan of pets. She doesn't hate animals, but the idea of keeping a cat or a dog or any other kind of animal doesn't interest her. If she had to choose between cats or dogs, she'd pick dogs because she thinks of them as more useful than cats.

DREAM TRIP: She'd love to visit various countries in Europe, particularly Italy and France.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: In summer and autumn, usually just one or two, but in winter she'll take all the blankets she can get.

RANDOM FACT: She has two children, Praise Eternal and Divine Mercy (known as Mercy), both of whom were conceived as a result sexual violence against her. She kept them both, believing the circumstances of their creation shouldn't reflect negatively on them as people and shouldn't ruin their futures. She loves them more than anything. When they were one and three years old, she fled to Canada with them and with her younger brother because life in their town (and in their country of origin in general) was becoming increasingly difficult for Peace to endure. Praise and Mercy don't remember ever living anywhere other than in Canada, and the whole family now enjoys the freedom to be who they really are and love whoever they want to love.

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I literally have no idea who to tag now! I forget who I've tagged already, so feel free to ignore if I've already tagged you. @melsie-sims @ashubii @pink-chevalier @payte @bakersimmer @sadraccoon061 @zosa95 @dandylion240

#sapphire answers #oc asks #peace adebayo #stargazersims

[shutitk]

heard you wanted boat boys fics…may I recommend the BFOP au aka burning flames or paradise by insomnya!

It’s a superhero and villain AU with villain Joel and hero Etho, and an expanding universe while still being body boys central ^-^

*sapphire starts vibrating*

THANK YOU I WILL GO CHECK IT OUT IS IT ON AO3 TUMBLR OR WATTPAD

I actually love superhero aus thank you so much

#I am totally normal about boat boys I swear #boat boys #sapphire answers #asks #trafficshipping #starcrossedandstupid #in reference to my last (original post)

[sapphire-sans]

me when i fucking explode

REAL

#sapphire-sans #sapphire #sapphire speaks #ralph macchio #sapphire answers #ask away~

[sapphire-writes]

Hey, if your requests are still open and you accept... How about Aemond being inevitably soft towards jace's twin (who he claims to hate)? Maybe they were close as children but they drifted apart due to family division. During her family stay at kings landing, not a day goes by without them engaging in some good old fashioned arguing/battle of wits. One day he finds her all alone and in distress and before he can say something mean, she bursts out crying and hugs him tightly (almost like he's the only solid thing around her). Cue Aemond being out of sorts and unable to get out a scathing remark out while innerly: "No, stop! I'm supposed to be mean and scary. I'm not soft 🥺🥺"

A/N: Oooo nonnie I loved this request. I love some banter, I definitely ran with them really taunting one another. I hope you like this! I made them pretty feisty towards one another 😂💚

Dragon's Bane ~ Aemond x Velaryon(Strong)!reader

word count: 1.8k

warning: reader is Jace's twin, some violence

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EDIT: PART 2 is live 💚

Your stomach twisted with nerves as you arrived at the Red Keep. Your mother squeezed your hand, to comfort you and you offered her a small smile. You glanced at your twin Jacaerys who stood tall, looking towards the red towers. Luke, however, paled at the sight before him. You placed a hand on his shoulder. 

“It shall be alright,” you told him, causing him to smile weakly. Driftmark’s succession had been challenged, the reason for your return to the capital. You pushed your fear down, deep inside of you. You needed to be there for your brother, focused on nothing else. 

As your mother and Daemon made their way into the castle, you followed your brothers towards the training yard. The sound of clashing steel in the early morning rang out across the yard as a crowd gathered to watch. Jace nudged your elbow, beckoning you.

Finding a window between several heads you saw your uncle, Aemond Targaryen, was the source of all the clamor. He twirled expertly away from Ser Criston’s attack, silver hair fanning out behind him. He looked rather graceful, as though he was engaged in a dance rather than a fight. 

Aemond and you had been close as children, friends even. The two of you bonded over not having dragons of your own. Aemond was not awarded a dragon in cradle, and yours had failed to hatch. It wasn’t until later in your adolescent you had claimed a dragon of your own. 

With the loss of his eye came the end of your friendship. Luke was your brother after all, it was your duty to protect him from the Queen’s justice. Though you empathized with Aemond, for the wrong done against him. 

“Nephews,” Aemond called, “niece.” His sword was pointed, his violet eye locked onto you. He was handsome, you had to admit, even with the scar and the eyepatch that hid half his face. 

“Come to train?” he asked, a challenge more than a question. Your twin stood eerily still next to you. You snort out a laugh as his remark. Aemond’s eye narrowed.

“Something funny, niece?” he asked, as you crossed your arms in front of you. 

“I just found it rather unappealing, tis all. Need your ego fluffed up a bit more, uncle?” you told him, raising your brows. Aemond’s mouth formed a tight line. Jace’s head snapped towards you. 

“Sister,” he warned. Aemond’s lip curled. 

“Careful, niece,” he says, voice smooth, “you begin to tug free from your brother’s leash.” Aemond makes a tsk sound with his tongue. Your cheeks fill with fire. You open your mouth to say something else when Jace wraps his hand around your arm. 

“Come on,” he orders, pulling you from the scene, “he’s not worth it.”

The incident in the training yard was hardly the last quarrel you got into with your uncle during your time at King’s Landing. It was as though your mere existences annoyed one another and yet you could not see to stay away from each other. 

Everywhere you went, he appeared. The library, the gardens, the sept. There was no escaping his torment.  

“I didn’t know you could read, niece,” Aemond had said, snatching a book you tried to reach, walking past you. You huff in frustration, trailing after him, deeper into the library. 

“Give it back.”

“Ivestragon issa isse valyrīha,” he says (Tell me in Valyrian). 

Your face scrunches. Your mother tongue has been difficult for you and your twin to learn. You and Jace spent ages in the halls of Dragonstone practicing the language of Old Valyria. 

“What?” you ask, causing Aemond to smile at your defeat. 

“Nykeā zaldrīzes qilōni daor ȳzaldrīzes,” he says chuckling (A dragon who cannot speak).

You curl your hands into fists. You can feel the humiliation in your bones.

“Say it in the common tongue, if you’re so brave,” you taunt him, reaching for the book. He moves out of the way effortlessly. 

“Kostilus tolī.” (Perhaps later)

“It must be exhausting, being this insufferable all the time,” you tell him.

“You’re very cruel when you are feeling inferior,” Aemond tells you, a smirk on his face. 

“Inferior? To you?” you bark out a laugh, “you wish.”

“I already know it to be true,” he says, leaning against a desk, “in knowledge, in name.”

You sigh dramatically, tipping your head back to expose the skin of your neck. Your dark curls fall down your back, bouncing at the action, nearly mesmerizing your uncle. 

“You speak so poetically uncle, it almost feels like you’re trying to make a point.”

Aemond merely hums in response. He eyes your neck as though he wishes to sink his teeth into your flesh and tear out your jugular. 

“You always were a spiteful little creature,” he murmurs, eye narrowing. 

You hold his gaze for a moment. 

“Give me my book.”

“No, it is mine.” 

Your mouth forms a smirk then, eyes gleaming with mischief. 

“Cannot part with it for an afternoon?” you tease, pouting, “very sweet uncle, like a child with a toy.”

This causes him to throw the book across the room. 

Dinner is a nightmarish event. A fight is likely to start once your grandsire is removed from the room. Aemond stands to make a final toast. 

“Final tribute, to my nephews, and niece,” he drolls, holding his cup out. Your ears ring as he continues, you watch his smug mouth move the words lost to you. All you see is red. 

“I dare you say that again,” Jace says, from his spot with Helaena. You stand from your chair and move away from the table. 

“Twas only a compliment,” Aemond insists, “do you not think yourself strong?” 

Jace is on him, punching him in the jaw. Aemond barely moves, pushing Jace to the floor. You walk over to him, slapping his cup from his hand. It clatters to the floor, the wine pooling like blood. Aemond’s smirk only grows.

“Do you not tire of being your brother’s lapdog?” he says. You slap him before thinking of the consequences. He turns back to you, cheek an angry red. He twists his hand in your curls, pulling you close to him. You can feel his breath on your face. There is only Aemond in the room, the noises around drown out. You hold his gaze, both of your faces masked in rage. 

“I hate you,” you hiss. A growl rumbles low in his chest. 

“I hate you right back.” 

Daemon has to drag you from the room, at the instruction of your mother. You sit within their chambers trying to cool your head. 

“You are too quick to anger,” Daemon scolds, as you fix your hair. The roots sit painfully from being manhandled by your uncle. 

“He vexes me,” you snarl and Daemon chuckles. 

“He will not bother you long.”

You look towards your mother who rests her hand on her stomach. Her lilac eyes are sad. You wish you looked like her, especially when you were young. You often dreamt of waking with lavender eyes and silver hair. 

“What do you mean?”

Daemon glances at Rhaenyra for permission. Though Daemon has been your father figure for most of your life, he still looks to Rhaenyra for guidance when it comes to you. She nods.

“When we return to Dragonstone, you shall journey to Winterfell,” he begins, “to wed Lord Cregan Stark.”

Your blood turns to ice in your veins. It was only a matter of time, you supposed, but you had hoped your mother would delay it. 

“What?” you say through your teeth. 

“My love,” Rhaenyra says beckoning you to come sit with her, but you back away. 

“No, no! Mother please,” you beg, tears filling your eyes. Your voice is strained and panicked. 

You have sat in your mother’s lap and listened to her cry over being forced to marry. You have seen her tears and listened to her sobs in the night when she believed you to be sleeping. You have seen her unhappy, heard her thoughts on the matter. And yet she puts you in the same position. 

“I will not go!” you insist, though you are afraid you sound like a petulant child with your demands. 

“You shall do your duty,” Daemon says, a warning look in his eye. You do not meet your mother’s gaze as you flee from the room. 

Aemond finds you in the gardens. He had come to get some air after the event of dinner. When he spots you sitting on a bench his whole body tenses. He feels a throbbing where his sapphire eye sits as though your very presence is enough to bring on one of his painful fits. 

Aemond struts towards you, tongue ready to release a cruel remark. A twig snaps beneath his foot in his haste and you turn towards him, tears streaming down your face. Aemond feels as though he has been kicked in the gut as all the air in his lungs leaves him. 

Your face is red, dark eyes glassy with fresh tears as you stand. Your lower lip wobbles as the streams on your cheeks glisten in the moonlight as fresh tears wet your face. Aemond’s lips part as he readies to speak, to throw an insult your way. 

A sob slips through your lips and suddenly your arms are around him, and her nearly topples over as you throw your weight onto him. His chest muffles your sobs as you hide your face from him. Aemond froze, his hands held out to his side, as you anchored yourself to him. It is as though you cannot leave King’s Landing as long as you are tethered to him. 

Your hands claw his back, holding on as though someone intends to tear you from him. You are in the palm of his hand, how easily he could humiliate you now. But he does not. Aemond’s arms relax against you as he holds you to him. He brings a hand to stroke your dark hair from your face. 

He finds himself unable to speak, the words fizzling from his mind as he feels the heat from your body melt into him. All he can do is stroke your hair, rub soothing circles in your arm as his tongue fails him.

It unsettles something within him and disturbs him. His bastard niece, this is wrong, he thinks to himself. Aemond does not believe himself to be a comforting man. The kindness he displays to his niece is foreign to him. 

You hate her. 

You despise her. 

She is everything you loathe in this world. 

You look up at him with those big brown eyes, and Aemond believes you must think the same about him. Neither of you speaks. This is not a language either of you knows. But as your cries lull, you stay in his arms in the gardens bathed in moonlight, exploring this unknown territory together.  

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[sapphire-writes]

do a part 2 where the baby gets her dragon 😭 please

A little part 2 drabble for no matter what 💚

“KEPA!” the screams of your daughter are world-shattering.

Aemond leaped from the bed before your eyes could open, adjusting the early morning light. You follow close behind him, eyes wide with fright. 

“Skoros emagon massitas?” Aemond asks, his voice rough from sleep (What has happened). Your daughter crouches, in front of the fireplace. She points to the middle of the fire. The logs are black with soot, embers burning like bright red eyes. 

In the middle of the charcoal, her dragon egg has fallen from its holder and cracked open. Pieces of the egg pull apart from each other, a translucent membrane the only thing holding the pieces upright. Steam rises from the shell, as liquid drips onto the logs sizzling. 

You bring a hand to your mouth, shock overcoming you. Aemond’s gaze is locked on his daughter, as she turns to stand. She faces you, violet eyes wide. You hear the creature before you see it. A soft, cooing, sound of a baby bird. Held within your daughter’s arm is a small dragon, still covered in the membrane from its egg. 

Its scales are dark and it looks up at your daughter from its resting place in her arms. The dragon begins preening, never stopping its soft coos. 

“He’s mine,” your daughter says, a wide grin stretching across her face. The dragon shakes it’s wings, stretching them. It is a small creature, happy to be held. 

You look towards your husband, who smiles, running a hand over his jaw. His lilac eye is glassy, and a proud smile breaks across his face. You bring your hand to his arm.

The dragon cries out, as though agreeing.

I am hers. 

“Sȳrī gaomagon, issa dōna hāedar,” Aemond murmurs, still in awe of his firstborn holding a dragon of her very own. 

Well done, my sweet girl.

#aemond x reader #dad!aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond drabble #sapphire answers #aemond x you

[sapphire-writes]

Can I request aemond and wife reader?

A/N: Absolutely! Always down for some Aemond drabbles/imagines. Hope you enjoy! 😉💚

Come Into My Castle ~ Aemond x Wife!Reader

word count: 0.9k warnings: drinking, no smut but sensual/teasing masterlist

You had returned to your chambers from spending time with Baela and Rhaena, who were visiting the capital with their grandmother, Princess Rhaenys. You had been elated at the news, desperate for some time with other ladies. 

Your father was on the small council, he had began the position when you were a young girl, bringing you to court with him. You had grown close to Princess Helaena, becoming very fond of her. You went very far to protect her from the whispers of court. Besides Helaena, you had few girl friends in the capital. Daemon’s daughters had come to court a few times before when you were small children; you often played with them and Rhaenyra’s children when you could, before they had left King’s Landing. 

Baela and Rhaena welcomed you into their companionship with open arms. Though a married woman, you found yourself giggling like a maiden with the sisters, roaming through the gardens and spending late nights chatting and playing games. It was a reclaiming of the girlhood you did not have, and it warmed your heart immensely. 

You had just returned to your chambers that you share with your husband at a late hour. Your face is warm from the wine and conversation, a silly grin plastered on your face. Aemond sits in front of the fire when you noisily enter. A smile plays on his lips at the state of you. Aemond could sense your loneliness, and knew it had nothing to do with him. The past fews days watching you with his cousins made him happier than anything else. 

Aemond closes the book, rising from his seat, coming to greet you. His eyepatch lays somewhere forgotten, as he rarely wears it around you. He places a sweet kiss on your lips, causing you to giggle. 

“They seem to be a terrible influence on you,” Aemond jested, causing you to pout. He reaches to caress your waist. 

“I rather enjoy Baela and Rhaena,” you asserted, dancing away from his grabbing hands. The wine in the cup you held sloshed gently at the sides, threatening to spill over. Your eyes narrowed. 

“You never played with us as children,” you recalled and Aemond poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. 

“I preferred the library. And your playmates were rather insufferable,” he said, attempting to grab you again. You narrowly evaded him, though you knew he must be enjoying the chase. Aemond could catch you quite quickly if he desired so. 

“Helaena was also a playmate,” you reminded him, causing Aemond to huff. 

“She was the only tolerable one,” Aemond contended, cornering you next to the bed.

You crawled atop the mattress as he grabbed you by the ankle. You yelped as your chest collided with the bed, sending your goblet of wine tumbling to the floor. You laughed breathlessly, watching the liquid pool on the stone floor, before turning to your husband.

“You’re terrible!” you accused, moving your foot as though to kick his chest playfully. Aemond’s hand caught your leg and he placed a searing kiss on the arch of your foot. You giggled at the action, cheeks heating up as Aemond let his hand slide up your leg, under your dress.

“What games did you play?” he asked, his voice a seductive whisper. His eye followed his hand before looking up at your face. 

You felt her breath hitch, your body growing increasingly warm from the wine and sensuality.

“Monsters and maidens was a favorite,” you began, his hand continuing to climb upwards. You wet your lips. “And -uh- there was come into my castle…”

Aemond hummed, his other hand curling around your opposite calf. His sapphire eye appeared to be winking at you as the candle light danced across the gem. His violet eye watched you intently. 

“And what did that entail?” he murmured, rubbing his fingers on the soft skin of your thigh.

“Less fun than others, I suppose it teaches courtesy, the friends and enemies of one’s house. Your sister was once very peeved with me as I kept letting in mountain men,” you told him.

Aemond chuckled down at you. 

“Unwise, indeed. How does one gain entry into the castle?” he asked. 

“By being courteous,” you said, pausing after each word left her mouth. You pushed yourrself up onto your elbows. Aemond’s left hand was resting where your leg met your hip, the other clinging to your thigh. You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“You’re acting rather uncourteous, my prince,” you teased, watching his eye darken.

“You would not let me into your castle?” he murmured and you shook your head, biting your lip. 

“Never,” you whispered causing Aemond to groan. His grip seemed to tighten on your hip.

“I could make you,” he teased, his lips curving into a wicked grin. Your eyes narrowed, heartbeat ringing in your ears. 

“How very villainous of you, husband,” you murmured, bringing your hands to the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, until his lips were inches away from your own. Aemond hummed in response, pressing his body against yours. Keeping one hand under your skirts, he brings the other to cup the back of your neck. 

“Or I could beg,” he whispers against your lips, causing your eyes to flutter shut. “Gevie riñnykeā, nyke līs emagon ao” (Beautiful lady, I must have you).

Aemond’s words cause your brows to raise, and a desperate whine to leave your lips. He smiles against your mouth at your reaction to his High Valyrian. 

“You know I cannot deny you, when you ask so sweetly,” you groan. Aemond chuckles darkly before pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss.

#aemond targaryen #aemond x y/n #aemond x you #aemond x reader #aemond x wife #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #aemond x fem!reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond fic #aemond stannies #sapphire answers #aemond oneshot #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen fic

[sapphire-writes]

picnic with aegon ii? 🥺

Omg my first little request, love this idea anon! Thank you so much for sending 🥺 Personally, my canon Aegon is how Tom Glynn-Carney describes him, just as a reference, he's a bit of a softie in this! Hope you enjoy💚

rating: none, this is just fluff

As Helaena’s lady’s maid, you were often in Aegon’s company. He had noticed you when you had first started attending to the princess and had taken a liking to you right away.

So it began. You would be walking through the halls of the Red Keep only to have slender fingers entangle themselves in yours, pulling you into closets, into abandoned corridors.

Aegon was always eager, his mouth warm and soft against yours. Hands bunched in your skirts, desperate for the feel of you. You soon grew addicted to the sound of his whines, the feeling of his hands entangled in your hair.

But it seemed to be your banter Aegon craved the most, once the lust no longer clouded his vision. Aegon quite enjoyed mysteriously disappearing from the Keep to the astonishment of his mother and siblings. 

“You’re a madman,” you tell Aegon, and he grins wickedly, agreeing with you. 

Several miles from the Red Keep you and Aegon have found your spot to picnic. As you had departed the Keep to run an errand for the princess, you had found yourself entangled with the young prince once again.

“They shall be looking for you,” you tell the dragon prince who groans in response. 

“Let them look, I’d rather stay here, with you,” he murmurs, eyes closed facing the sunlight. 

You lived for days like these when Aegon took you from the castle. 

You reached into the basket he had prepared for the both of you, searching for your favorite treat. Placing a lemon cake in your fingers, you took a bite. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you, still not used to the delicacies enjoyed by the royal family. 

Aegon’s mouth twitched, a smirk beginning to form on his handsome face. Your eyes narrowed at him.

“Don’t,” you warned and his eyes opened. The warm summer breeze blew his silver hair from his face as he rose to a seated position. 

“What?” he breathed, watching you chew. 

“You’ll spoil it,” you teased, as Aegon turned himself, laying his head within your lap atop your skirts. 

“I wouldn’t dare,” he assured, “I wish to see what brings you such pleasure, as that is my utmost concern in this life.”

You purse your lips looking down at him, before waving the remnants of the lemon cake that resided in your hand. 

“My pleasure is your greatest concern?” you ask, raising a brow.

He jerks his head in a nod, teeth sinking into his lower lip.

“Then you must make sure we have more of these,” you tell him, placing the last of the lemon cake in your mouth. Aegon’s mouth drops open with surprise. 

“Selfish woman! No thoughts of sharing with your prince,” he whines, lower lip in a pout. You can’t help but laugh at him, the sound ringing in the open air. 

As you laugh, Aegon reaches behind your neck, pulling your lips towards his in a tart kiss. You can feel his moan vibrating against your lips. 

“See what you’ve done,” he groans, grabbing your hand. He suddenly sticks your fingers within his mouth, causing you to squeal pulling your hand away from him. 

“I now have a craving for lemon cakes,” he growls, pushing you onto the blanket. His lips are on yours again, swallowing the laughter that pours from your lungs. 

Here in this field, at least, you are both happy, you are both free. 

#aegon x reader #aegon targaryen #aegon ii #aegon the usurper #aegon imagine #aegon x y/n #aegon the elder #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii x you #aegon ii x reader #sapphire answers #character asks #request

[stargazer-sims]

OC Questionnaire

I was tagged by @dandylion240 - thanks!

For some reason, I thought you'd tagged me twice and had to check. It was only once, but you get two characters anyway XD

Here are Dav & Félix

Davian St-Jean

NAME: Davian L��onel St-Jean

NICKNAME: Dav (rhymes with "have"). He gets irrationally annoyed when people call him "Dave"

GENDER: cis male

STAR SIGN: Cancer (7 July)

HEIGHT: 180cm

ORIENTATION: bisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: first-generation Canadian. His parents are Haitian

FAVOURITE FRUIT: pineapple

FAVOURITE SEASON: summer

FAVOURITE FLOWER: lilac

FAVOURITE SCENT: chocolate

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: coffee and hot chocolate. He drinks tea, but he doesn't generally reach for it first.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: between 6-7 hours daily

DOGS or CATS: He's not really a pet person and if he were to have a pet, he would prefer something clean and quiet, like fish. If you asked him the question "dog or cat?" he'd say "no".

DREAM TRIP: Tartosa. He and Félix have been there before, but it's his favourite place and he always looks forward to opportunities to go back. Of course, any place he gets to go with Félix is his dream trip. They both travel a lot for their respective jobs, and they don't always get to go together, so travelling as a family makes him happy.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Usually just one, but sometimes two in winter or if he's travelling and has to sleep alone.

RANDOM FACT: He used to deliver pizza for a living, and he first met Félix when he delivered a pizza to his flat.

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Félix Blanchet

NAME: Félix Jean-Alexandre Blanchet

NICKNAME: none

GENDER: cis male

STAR SIGN: Cancer (24 June)

HEIGHT: 173cm

ORIENTATION: pansexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Canadian

FAVOURITE FRUIT: raspberries

FAVOURITE SEASON: autumn

FAVOURITE FLOWER: tiger lily

FAVOURITE SCENT: vanilla

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: He enjoys all three, although he has a slightly stronger preference for coffee.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: between 7-8 hours daily

DOGS or CATS: He's not an animal person, but if he had to pick, he'd choose dogs.

DREAM TRIP: Ironically, it's Selvadorada. Despite the fact that he goes there frequently for his work (he's an archaeologist), he loves it there and always looks forward to going, especially if his family gets to come along as well.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: One in warm weather and two in colder weather.

RANDOM FACT: His first language is French. He's also fluent in English and Spanish, and he speaks passable Italian. He thinks he's inherited the language-learning gene from his mother, Josephine, who speaks four languages fluently and two others passably.

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Once again, I have no idea who to tag because I've already done this a lot and I forget who I've already tagged. If you're my mutual and you feel like doing this, go for it and say I tagged you! I will also tag @minty-plumbob @cawthorntales @rebouks @miss-may-i and if you've already done it or don't feel like doing it, please feel free to ignore.

#sapphire answers #oc asks #Félix Blanchet #Davian St-Jean #stargazersims

[sapphire-writes]

6 ear kiss with drunk aegon plzzzz

thanks for this request lovely! hope you enjoy 🫶🏻

I am taking requests atm so slide in if there’s anything you’d like to read 💚

word count: 300

You had been evading Aegon the entirety of the feast. Somehow, despite your attempts to remain civilized, his hands would find your waist, pulling you towards him.

The more he drank, the more his hands wandered. And he drank quite a bit during this feast.

Though you and Aegon were betrothed, it was improper to be so affectionate in public. Cheeks burning you wrestled from Aegon’s grasp once more as a new dance began.

The crowd swarmed around you, and Aegon pouted, fingers still tangled with yours. He tugged you closer, and began to sway you to the music.

“Why do you run from me?” he asks, voice breaking.

“Because you are a menace,” you scold, smiling, “if looks could kill, it would make your mother a kinslayer.”

Aegon chuckled bringing his hands to cup your cheeks. His smile was ravenous.

“It is not my fault you are a temptress sent to drive me mad,” he accuses, amusement in his glassy eyed gaze. He brings his mouth close to yours. You can smell the wine on his breath, the sweet smell enticing.

“Mad indeed, you forget yourself,” you say breathlessly, eyes flickering to his mouth. The people around you fade away, the music sounds so distant now.

Aegon’s hands move to your neck, one resting there, the other fisting the fabric of your dress.

“Aegon,” you hiss as he pulls you closer pressing a hot kiss to your neck.

“Do you want me to stop?” he murmurs between kisses. You go to speak but the thought fizzes from your mind as his lips press against your ear.

A soft moan leaves you, as Aegon’s tongue licks the spot behind your ear before latching onto the lobe.

You never knew ears could be so erotic.

“Shall we take our leave, my lady?” he asks, teeth scraping your earlobe.

It was your turn to grab him, pullling him from the banquet hall. Aegon’s laugh was loud and carefree as her trailed behind you.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon ii targaryen #aegon the elder #aegon targaryen x you #sapphire answers #house of the dragon #drabbles

[stargazer-sims]

OC Questionnaire

I was tagged by @igotsnothing - thank you very much! I love doing these.

Since The Art of Redemption is back, I'll do this for Beth-Anne this time. (I've already done it for Nikolai and Mishka)

Beth-Anne Jones

NAME: Beth-Anne Dorothy Jones

NICKNAME: none (although Peace later calls her "Sunshine")

GENDER: female

STAR SIGN: Scorpio (30 October)

HEIGHT: 155cm

ORIENTATION: lesbian

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Canadian / white

FAVOURITE FRUIT: tangerines

FAVOURITE SEASON: winter

FAVOURITE FLOWER: purple iris

FAVOURITE SCENT: vanilla

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee above all. She sometimes drinks tea, but rarely drinks hot chocolate.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6-7 hours a night

DOGS or CATS: She's a cat person, but she likes most animals

DREAM TRIP: She travels a lot for her work and doesn’t really want to travel recreationally. Her “dream trip” is a summer getaway to a waterfront cottage not too far out of town, where she can turn off her phone, enjoy nature and and ignore the real world for a bit.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: usually two, but three if the weather’s really cold. She likes the light pressure of blankets on her body just as much as she likes the warmth.

RANDOM FACT: At some point, she stopped trying to hide the scars on her face. Once she accepted that the way she got them wasn’t her fault, she stopped being ashamed of them.

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I have no idea who’s already done this, so feel free to ignore if you’ve already done it (or if I’ve already tagged you and I forgot). I’ll tag @ljfoxie @theosconfessions @enniewritesathing @alinelie @papermint-airplane @micrathene-w

#sapphire answers #OC asks #Beth-Anne Jones #stargazersims

[stargazer-sims]

How Tall Are My Characters?

I've done these before, but never with more than 2-3 characters per chart. I was tagged by @changingplumbob to do a chart with multiple characters, so here we are!

Victor & Yuri and a few of their family and friends:

Some of the Brindleton Bay people (plus Haru, because you can't have Eden without Haru):

I know I didn't include Félix, Davian, Belle & Kaji... Maybe they need their own chart? I kind of want to do one with all the members of Sugar Valentine as well, haha it's the problem of having too many characters, I guess.

Anyway, I tag ALL MY MUTUALS who feel like doing this. You can find the height comparison chart here.

#sapphire answers #oc asks #character height comparison #stargazersims

[stargazer-sims]

OC Questions Tag

Oh, this is a good one! Thanks for the tag @honeybeenrw !

I'm going to do Nikolai (green) and Mishka (blue), since they had a little photo shoot together this weekend and are feeling more inseparable than usual. 😉

Mishka & Nikolai

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NAME: Mikhail Petrovich Vasiliev

NICKNAME: Mishka (only for family and close friends)

GENDER: male

STAR SIGN: Aquarius (10 February)

HEIGHT: 196cm

ORIENTATION: bisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Russian / white

FAVOURITE FRUIT: apple

FAVOURITE SEASON: summer

FAVOURITE FLOWER: white clover, roses

FAVOURITE SCENT: freshly-cut grass

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: coffee is his hot drink of choice, but he likes both tea and hot chocolate as well.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 8 hours is his average, but don’t underestimate Mishka’s ability to sleep. Left unsupervised or without setting an alarm, he can sleep for 10-11 hours.

DOGS or CATS: If he had to choose between only those two, it’d be cats. But Mishka is an animal lover and has an affinity for most creatures.

DREAM TRIP: He’d want to go to Chestnut Ridge because he’s fascinated by the desert and he loves to ride.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Usually just one. He doesn’t tend to get cold easily.

RANDOM FACT: He has a terrible sense of direction and has extreme anxiety about getting lost anywhere. This is the reason he doesn’t like going to new places by himself. His anxiety about his poor sense of direction makes his ability to navigate even worse, and he’s occasionally been known to full-on panic and even cry during a panic attack when he gets mixed up and finds himself somewhere he didn’t intend to be or can’t find his way back. A situation like this is actually how he and Nikolai met.

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NAME: Nikolai Mikhailovich Pavlenko

NICKNAME: Kolya (only for family and close friends); Nik (only for close English-speaking friends)

GENDER: male

STAR SIGN: Sagittarius (18 December)

HEIGHT: 173cm

ORIENTATION: bisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: first-generation Canadian (his parents are Russian-Canadians) / white

FAVOURITE FRUIT: blueberries

FAVOURITE SEASON: autumn and winter

FAVOURITE FLOWER: chrysanthemums

FAVOURITE SCENT: peppermint

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: His preference is coffee, but he also likes tea. He’s not a fan of chocolate in general.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: He usually gets between 6.5 and 7 hours of sleep a night

DOGS or CATS: He likes most animals but definitely considers himself a cat person.

DREAM TRIP: Nikolai doesn’t like to travel. If he can’t get there by car or bicycle in less than two hours, he’d rather not go. His “dream trip” is just getting far enough away to say he’s out of town, and going camping with Mishka.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Usually only one. Mishka is very cuddly in bed and keeps him sufficiently warm. He might use a second blanket if he were sleeping alone.

RANDOM FACT: He’s gifted when it comes to languages. He’s fluent in three languages; Russian, English and French. He also has functional Korean, which he learned from his student Eden’s family, and basic Japanese, which he learned while living in Japan with Eden for nearly a year.

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I’ll tag @changingplumbob @ljfoxie @igotsnothing @akitasimblr @holocene-sims @dandylion240 @papermint-airplane and @honeyjars-sims

Feel free to ignore if you’ve already done it or don’t want to. (Also, I don’t mind being tagged more than once 😆)

#sapphire answers #oc asks #Mishka Vasiliev #nikolai pavlenko #stargazersims

[sapphire-writes]

Since you’re revisiting down in flames, would you maybe write an angsty one shot ? Where aemond wakes up from his dream - getting together with y/n and being happy - alone in his bed then leaves and finds her and aegon in the living room ? 030

so I've been thinking about this and decided to get a little silly and do a headcanon instead of a one-shot! I hope you enjoy it! ❤️‍🔥

In The Kitchen ~ Down In Flames

warnings: angst

So Aemond dreamt of you...like a lot

He's not really sure when it began, but it's always more likely to happen when you spend the night at his and Aegon's

which is FREQUENT

you've been spending more and more time at the apartment, appearing in the kitchen, the living room...

It's hard for him to pretend he doesn't feel anything for you

It's hard for him to watch Aegon treat you the way he does, listen to your arguments, listen to you cry

He'll cook his breakfast and you'll join him, not normally speaking to one another.

existing in comfortable silence as you make your coffee, waiting for Aegon to wake up

it's depressingly domestic

that's what Aemond dreams about

waking and making you breakfast; you seated on the counter as you normally are, watching him cook, cracking jokes.

He's smiling, always smiling when he's dreaming of you

Placing kisses all over your face.

things don't seem so fucked up when you're in that dream life together.

Just you and Aemond, in the kitchen

It's so simple, he can almost see it when he's awake

there's a moment before you meet each other's eyes where he can still pretend

and then your eyes meet his

and the walls come up

and Aemond is awake

#sapphire answers #down in flames #down in flames headcanons

[stargazer-sims]

list 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore ʚ♡ɞ

Thanks for the ask @108sims !

At this point in their lives, we really can't have one without the other. They are a package deal. So, here are some facts about Stan & Milena:

Stanislav & Milena Kovac

Stan is a figure skating coach. Milena is a lawyer.

They were born in the same year, and their birthdays are only three days apart, with Stan's on 3 June and Milena's on 6 June.

They both came to Canada from the Czech Republic (known as Czechoslovakia at the time) when they were seventeen. Stan came to train with a well-known Canadian figure skating coach, and Milena came to learn English, graduate and go on to university. They didn't know each other before arriving in Canada, and actually met at school during a welcome event for exchange students. Stan was allowed to attend even though he wasn't part of the official exchange program. He was still a student at that high school, so the administration decided they could not in good conscience exclude him.

Stan's original plan was to return to his country of origin when he retired from competition, but by the time he retired, he and Milena were already married and had their daughter Alzbeta, and they were happy with their life in Canada, so they decided to stay. Eventually they both became Canadians.

Milena and Stan's wedding bands are made from one of Stan's medals. He proposed to her on the same night he won a gold medal at Skate Canada, and they later had that medal refashioned into their rings. Since gold medals are mostly made of silver and only covered in gold, their rings are that way as well. Milena is still completely enamoured by the idea that she's wearing part of one of Stan's medals on her finger.

Stan learned how to cook and do all kinds of household chores during the time Milena was in law school. These days, they share the household duties almost equally, with a few exceptions. Milena would prefer that Stan never touches the washer and dryer, as there have been too many laundry-related disasters that can be attributed to Stan over the years.

"Stan" is Stan's English nickname. Almost everyone he knows calls him Stan, and he's totally okay with that since he speaks English a majority of the time. Milena refuses to call him Stan, though. She calls him by a Czech diminutive of his name (Slavek) or by his full name when he's in trouble. In turn, Stan calls her Mila, which no one else who knows her uses for her.

Stan and Milena are both fully fluent in English now, but they speak Czech to each other almost exclusively. The only time they don't is when they're in a group with people who don't know the language. They have no problem not speaking English in public when it's just the two of them, however. Grocery shopping, having dinner at a restaurant, running errands or visiting the local pool or park, it's definitely not unusual for them not to use English with each other.

Milena and Stan are both dog people, and they've had many dogs over the years. Stan absolutely did not want a cat, but more or less stumbled into cat ownership when he found two abandoned kittens in the parking lot of the arena. They were so young that they needed to be bottle fed, and Stan became unexpectedly committed to saving them. He called the grey one Blade and the white one Ice. Unfortunately, Blade didn't survive, but Ice has grown into the fuzzy overlord bent on world domination that she knows she was always destined to be. Stan likes to complain about Ice and tries to give the impression he doesn't like her, but he's secretly devoted to that cat.

There is a running joke among their friends about their tendency to wear "matching" outfits. Not that the outfits themselves are particularly similar, but Milena and Stan enjoy wearing outfits with the same colours, at the same time. (such as both of them wearing green sweaters on the same day).

#sapphire answers #oc asks #stan kovac #milena kovac #stargazersims