#Alexios x OC

[author-morgan]

Kryptic ↟ Deimos

forty-one - where it all began masterlist But the great leveler, Death: not even the gods can defend a man, not even one they love, that day when fate takes hold and lays him out at last. Death submits to no one, not even Dread and Destruction. They are both weapons of flesh and bone, of warm blood and beating hearts, and they cannot be controlled.

TIMOTHEUS FLIPS ONE of her daggers into the air, catching the hilt as it falls. The craftsmanship is remarkable. He's not seen blades such as these in all his years serving in the Athenian forces. They're perfectly balanced —the metal lighter and edge sharper— with soft pale leather wrapped around the hilts and shining dark red stones set in each of the pommels.

He does not doubt these dual blades give his sister an advantage over her opponents, but he's seen her fight with an ordinary spear and kopis before too. These twin blades are not the reason men fear the mention of her epithet. Beyond the craftsmanship, they seem to be only ordinary blades, no more special than the sword he carries at his side. "What is so special about these?" Timotheus asks.

Lesya's head rolls back as she slumps against one of the benches at the stern of the Ippalkimon, the bandages wrapped around her middle dotted with fresh blood. "They belonged to Penthesilea," she rasps, eyes squeezed shut. Chrysis told her of the Amazonian queen after the Cult presented her with the blades —the same night Deimos was given the Sword of Damokles. Ancient and powerful weapons to make their champions even more deadly. She hadn't believed it until her first battle —wielding those blades, she always seemed to know her opponents' next move. They called to something deep inside her, just as the artifact does.

"The Amazonian slain by Achilles?" Timotheus cannot believe it. He believed them to be legends, the stories their mother told them as children. But given everything he knows about Enyo and the Cult of Kosmos, he does not doubt his sister's words. He looks at her and frowns. Her face is knitted in pain, the likes of which he cannot imagine. She should be dead, he thinks, but the gods have not taken her yet. It's easy to believe she truly is a demigoddess after witnessing what happened in the arena. "After your feats, history will say these were the blades of Lesya" —her lips quirk upward even if her eyes remain shut— "defender of Hellas."

Her smile fades. "Or Enyo," she whispers, feeling a hot tear streak down her cheek, "the sacker of cities." 

THUNDER ERUPTS AND lightning fills the dark sky above snow-capped mountains. The bolt of lightning strikes the stone of a broken altar, illuminating a lone figure garbed in gold-and-white armor painted with rivulets of red. Lesya thrashes, screaming, and rolls off the stern bench with a crash and scream. "Lesya?!" Someone cries her name from far away, but she cannot wake, cannot go back.

Lesya searches, but the storm is deafening, and she can only move forward. Deimos? She reaches out, fingers brushing his bicep. At her touch, he turns with a distant, empty expression, then falls back into the dark chasm below —the spear of Leonidas embedded deep in his chest. ALEXIOS! "Lesya!" Tundareos shouts, shaking her shoulders as hard as he dares. 

Her laurel eyes open, wide and unfocused —face a pale white canvas of horror. The daze releases her, and then panic sets in. "I have to get back to Sparta," she cries. Tundareos stares at the red splotches seeping through the white linen of her bandages —a wound that seems will never heal. Lesya presses her hand against her middle and sees the blood on her fingertips, but it doesn't matter. She grips Tundareos' arm. "Please, brother." It is a broken plea mingled with her sobs. She must return. "Sparta."

Tundareos nods once, then rises and stumbles back, nigh disbelieving his sister could ever look so weak, so desperate. He does not want to entertain whatever horror could make Enyo like this. "Timotheus!" He calls his brother. Timotheus strides to the helm of the trireme from the deck below. "Keep watch over her" —he motions back to their sister— "Tryphena." His second lieutenant rouses from sleep. "Help me prepare for departure." Then the rest of the crew wake, stumbling into their positions.

"But–" Timotheus protests, gripping his brother's shoulder to pull him back around. Their sister is in no state to travel. Rough seas will be enough to tear the wound on her stomach open wholly and send her to Hades. It's a miracle she's evaded Charon's grasp this long.

"I know," Tundareos says, barely a whisper, "but we have to go."

Timotheus swallows his protest and goes to Lesya. He kneels at his sister's sides and offers a vial of poppy milk —it will ease the pain and perhaps allow her to rest whilst they begin the voyage back to Sparta. Lesya drinks the bittersweet milk and tosses the vial aside. She squeezes her eyes shut, wishing the remedy would take away the pain —all of it. "What is it?" Timotheus asks. "What have you seen?" 

"Deimos." His name is barely a whisper. It's been nigh a year since she last saw him following Amphipolis, and vengeance cannot chase away the longing or fill the abyss in her heart that his absence has created. Lesya doesn't want to remember the dream, but his tawny-gold eyes —void of life— now haunt her waking thoughts. "I saw him falling from Taygetos," she admits.

Timotheus holds fast to her hands, hoping to provide reassurance —solace. "That doesn't mean–" but she cuts him off, shaking her head. "You don't understand, Timotheus." It is always memories that plague her dreams. Every horrified bystander. Every man and woman who's begged for their lives before receiving the kiss of cold iron. Every time Deimos' lips had ever brushed against hers —every tender and fleeting touch. It's all too much. "My dreams have only ever been memories" —she swallows the knot in her throat and looks away to hide her tears— "but that," Lesya can't bring herself to say it aloud. She knows it is not a memory but a foretelling of what is to come.

"ALEXIOS?" KASSANDRA STAMMERS. Ikaros's warning cries above the thunder are all too clear now, the eagle circling and screeching above. Alexios does not reply. She stares at her brother's back, his black-and-gold chiton hanging off one shoulder, revealing the angry welt of a recent scar from the arrow wound —it had not healed cleanly. There are other scars too. Some masked by his dark matted locks, but it's the one spanning the length of his exposed side that makes her stomach churn and throat feel tight —it's a jagged line of silver flesh from the night he fell.

Deimos turns to her, his face impassive. "I knew you would come here." There is a terrible steel in his gaze. And Kassandra realizes he is looking not at her but at someone behind her.

Myrrine steps up to Kassandra's side, her eyes wide and watering as she beholds her son for the first time since she left his mangled body at the Sanctuary of Asklepius —she sees the twisted scars on his body and the simmering rage in his tawny-gold eyes. For a fleeting moment, she thinks her daughter's intuition about him is right, but Lesya's words still give her hope. Hope that he is not lost. Hope he can be saved. She reaches out to him, breathing his name, a quiet plea. Alexios, she calls him.

Deimos' brow pinches, and he looks away. Unable to face his mother and sister. "On the edge of the world," he draws in a deep breath, "a mother cries out for her child." It is an echo of the night they brought him here to die. An echo of the moment that sealed his fate to become nothing more than a twisted weapon. "Touching," he sneers, unable to break the hold of the Cult's teachings.  

"Alexios, please," Myrrine whimpers, reaching out for her son. Kassandra grips her mother's arm, stopping her from going any further. She does not trust her brother and does not know what he will do —especially with Lesya absent and unable to quell his anger.

"You use that name as if it means something to me," he growls, turning his back to his sister and mother, hands clenched into tight fists at his side. It is the same name Lesya had started calling him too. But Alexios died as a babe on the cliff where he stands now.

"It's the name your father and I gave you." Myrrine's voice trembles.

"Was that before or after you brought me up here to die?" Deimos asks, looking over Sparta and beyond to the Valley of Two Kings. This should feel like home, but he's only a stranger here —loathed every Spartiate and helot alike.

Myrrine clutches her chest as though she is watching her son die all over again. "It was the Cult!" She cries, trying to make him understand. "I did everything I could to save you. The priests told me you were dead!"

Deimos shudders where he stands. "And they told me you abandoned your son!" He shouts. Left to die in the Sanctuary of Asklepios. He turns to face his mother and sister, beholding them with mistrust.

Kassandra sees the fire rise within him —a venomous rage. "Alexios, it is over," she tells him, taking a cautious step closer, "the war, the Cult." It all ended at Amphipolis. The last pillars of the Cult would fall without Kleon, without Pausanias, without him. She takes another step and holds her hand out, meeting the burning hatred and misery in his tawny-gold eyes. "Lesya" —Kassandra can see his face soften at the mention of her name and the harshness of his gaze ebb, if only a fraction— "she's gone to search for you," she tells him. But as quickly as he shows a shred of vulnerability, it vanishes behind tall, thick walls.

He shakes his head slowly, head lolling to the side in thought, and falls silent for a time and pictures her copper hair and laurel eyes —skin sun-kissed and brushed with freckles. "When I was little, Lesya and I found a lion cub trapped in a snare," he starts. "My friend tried to free it . . . and that's when I heard the deadly growl of its mother." His head begins to rise again. "I watched as the lioness tore my friend to bloody shreds." His voice lowers to a harsh rasp. "Even in the world of beasts, a family protects its young!" He looks at his mother and sister, his eyes dark and wet with emotion.

"I loved you," Myrrine sobs. She grimaces for a moment as if quarreling with herself —struggling to believe this is her son. "I still love you!"

He reaches to the scabbard on his hip, quarter-drawing his sword. "The one you love is dead," he proclaims. "My name is Deimos." Then he steps toward them, tearing his blade free in a flash. Kassandra's broken spear meets his strike —not letting him come any closer to their mother. Myrrine does not flinch, but her face floods with fresh tears.

"Alexios!" Kassandra cries, throwing him back and then pointing the Leonidas spear at him. "I don't want to fight you, brother." But spittle flies from his cage of teeth as their blades clash in a fury of sparks —the terrible song of steel rising from the mountainside, and all Myrrine can do is weep. She backs away and sinks to her knees as Deimos launches a flurry of strikes. He is too strong, Kassandra thinks, barely able to evade the sharp edge of the Sword of Damokles. She inches closer to the precipice, and if not for kicking up a puff of dust, he would have run her through.

Dark clouds gather and thunder rumbles high above —the first drops of the coming downpour echo off their armor. 

THE DREAM AND the feeling in her gut are right. She leaps off the back of a golden mare, hitting the rain-slick ground running —pressing through the pain and fatigue, knowing she is the only person in Hellas who can help end this. "DEIMOS!" Lesya charges him from the side, but he pivots in his blind rage and seizes one of her arms, tossing her aside like a child's doll in his blind rage. She cries out, not losing momentum even after colliding with the ground. Her world does not stop spinning, even as it disappears beneath her.

Lesya's fingers catch a divot in the cracked stone of an old altar floor. The scream torn from her lungs blends with Myrrine's hoarse cry for her children to stop quarreling with one another. "Alexios! STOP!" Kassandra shouts —pointing her broken spear at the edge of the cliff. Lesya's grip on the smooth, wet rock shelf falters.

Eyes squeezed close, she waits to plunge into the unforgiving abyss below Taygetos —waits to feel weightless before the shattering impact. Waits for true freedom. It never comes. A hand wraps around her wrist, keeping her from falling into the chasm. Tawny-gold eyes stare down at her —wide, fearful, and filled with regret. Deimos.

With a single heave, he hauls her back up and into his chest. She clings to him, her face streaked with tears, heart pounding in her ears. Deimos squeezes her against his chest, face buried in her neck —panting. "I–" he starts, unable to meet her petrified gaze. "Lesya."

Myrrine steps to her son and reaches for him, her hand resting on his shoulder as she kneels. It’s then Lesya pulls from the embrace and sits back. He looks at her, his sister, then his mother. There’s nothing he can say to make amends for the atrocities —for all the pain and grief he’s wrought upon his family. “I’ve” –his voice breaks– “I’ve done terrible things.” The admission does not come easily. 

“We all have,” Myrrine tells him —love could make monsters of even the most devout. Alexios grips his mother’s hand and rises from the shattered altar stone, eyes wet and shining with unshed tears. She grips his forearms, above where the metal of his golden vambraces ends, and feels the weight of Hellas lift from her chest. My family, she thinks —Nikolaos, Kassandra, Alexios. Everything the Cult had stolen from her is returned, at last. All except for time. “All that matters now is what we do with the time we have left.”

Lesya stands with a grimace and turns to face the valleys and hills of Lakonia. Sparta. She thinks this should feel like a victory —the long years of hunting Cultists and working to pry Deimos from their grasp have finally come to an end. He is free. But she knows neither of them can ever truly be free of the horrors. He is home. She sways on her feet, feeling the cool patter of rain on her skin —masking her tears— but the rain cannot wash away the fear of uncertainty about what the future now holds.  

Alexios breaks from the embrace of his mother and sister and turns to gaze upon Lesya’s silhouette against the dark sky. “Give them a moment, mater,” Kassandra whispers into Myrrine’s ear, guiding her mother away from the temple ruins on Taygetos —where it all began. 

He goes to Lesya but struggles to meet her laurel gaze when she turns to face him, always forgiving. Always overflowing with love —love that he does not deserve. Alexios reaches for her, meaning to caress her bruised cheek, though his hand falls away before his fingertips can brush her damp skin. She takes a step toward him, and then he does the same. “Lesya—” he falls to his knees, clutching the linen of her chiton, face pressed into her middle “—I.” He doesn’t know what to say or how to begin to set things right once more, but the tears gathering in his eyes speak more than words ever could. 

She runs her fingers through his damp matted locks and around to the nape of his neck, breathing a slow sigh of relief through the aching pain. “I know,” Lesya whispers. She’s the only person in all of Hellas who can ever truly understand. The only one who really knows. “It’s done,” she tells him. It’s over.  

Alexios looks up at her, guilt filling his gut. “I should not have left after Amphipolis,” he breathes. Darkness claimed him once more after leaving her embrace. He should have stayed with her —should have accepted freedom then instead of crawling back to war and destruction. He should have taken her back to that beach in Megaris and stayed. Lesya lifts her hands to cradle his face, and he knows the look in her laurel eyes well enough. We cannot change the past. But then something warm soaks into his palm resting on her side —blood. A red stain blossoms through the pale linen of her chiton. “Lesya,” Alexios chokes, fumbling backward, afeared he’d been the one to do this to her. 

“It wasn’t you,” she assures him, shaking her head —she will tell him of the events that transpired later, but for now Lesya only wants to truly rest.

He rises and is quick to lift her into his arms —there is no protest from her this time. She rests her head against his shoulder, and he can feel her warm, shallow breaths against his neck. He glances at her, and the sight of his Enyo like this makes his heart twist and ache. It is a long trek down the slopes of Taygetos, but given the chance, he’d carry her to the ends of the Earth and through the gates of the Underworld. Alexios turns his head, letting his cracked lips brush against her temple and forehead. Lesya curls her fingers into the linen of his tunic and closes her eyes, a fleeting smile twisting her lips as she breathes: “Se agapo.”

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[emstrange]

“I promise,” Alexios swore. “I will help your brothers.”

“I know,” said Auro. One hand remained flesh, and he used it to brush the curls back from Alexios’s forehead.

“When you wake next year, the curse will be broken.”

Cold white marble crept up Auro’s neck like a blush, but bloodless and terrible. “Alexios, I—“

But Alexios never heard what Auro was. The transformation was complete, and Auro’s stony face stared back at him with milky white, unseeing eyes.

Alexios found he did not wish to release Auro’s hand, and he held tight to his marble fingers, until all the heat had fled and only cold stone remained.

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[tamiisnthere]

Tami's interactions with the Brotherhood

Idea by @fancysteawberrybeard! Thank you! 💗

It's about Tami's relationships with individual members of the brotherhood. They are mostly positive, with a few neutral, but there are also disagreements.

This Assassin's Brotherhood is similar to AC Rebellion mobile game, where characters from other time periods are in one place.

Tami has many mentors at the beginning of her training to teach her certain abilities and skills, and later she will have one or two mentors that will teach her everything.

Bayek and Aya/Amunet: They accepted Tami into the brotherhood, because Bayek saw in her the potential of an assassin (and she is the only one who can make Altaïr happy). Amunet is insecure about Tami's accomplishment because she is worried something bad will happen to Tami or she will lose her life on her first mission. Fortunately, Bayek assures his wife he will make sure that Tami has the perfect training.

Altaïr: He's Tami's boyfriend and inspired her to join the brotherhood. Altaïr is also her main Mentor who trains and teaches her the philosophy of Creed. The two always stick together and do every activity together unless Altaïr has a mission and has to leave her under someone else's supervision. The only problem with his mentoring is he favors Tami over the other novices and apprentices, for example he is always gentle with his girlfriend because she doesn't like to be yelled at, while he is very strict with novices.

Desmond: Altaïr trusts Desmond the most to take care of Tami when he's on a mission and she's not training at the moment. Tami has the best relationship with Des after Altaïr since they are both from the modern era and nearly the same age. She even calls him her future x-times-great-stepgrandson which makes him confused. They both tell silly stories from their childhood and joke with each other. Tami tells him facts about animals and dinosaurs which surprise Desmond.

Ezio: He teaches Tami fist fighting and horse riding. The two get along well, but they don't communicate much because Altaïr is worried that Ezio will start flirting with Tami. Fortunately, Tami doesn't have the slightest interest in Ezio, because she is very loyal to her partner. Of course, Ezio knows that Altaïr loves Tami, he has no plans to even compliment her on her appearance (or Altaïr will stab him) and prefers to flirt with Sofia Sartor. In addition, Ezio only sees Tami as a sister.

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor: He teaches her tracking, archery and hunting. Tami admires Connor and reminds her of her oldest adoptive sister Elphina (my Night Elf Huntress OC). Connor is always polite to her (he's just a gentle giant <3). He even tells her some random facts about fauna even Tami doesn't know.

Edward: He teaches her to use guns and swim. In the free time, Edward takes Tami on the Jackdaw to go around the coast, but Tami is seasick, so it's rare. But what bothers Tami the most about Edward is when he is drunk and offers her rum regardless of the fact she is a abstainer. Nevertheless, they are still friends.

Adéwalé: He teaches her how to use guns and swim when Edward doesn't have time (or he is still drunk). Adéwalé shows Tami other weapons such as machetes, blunderbuss and rope dart. In addition, he will help her overcome seasickness on a cruise on Experto Crede.

Arno: He teaches her freerunning, parkour and fencing. They run around the hideout and do the Leap of Faith, but Tami doesn't have good stamina, which she needs to work on. They sometimes meet outside of training, because Arno is always on missions. He tells her about the French Revolution and Élise, how he misses her. Well, Tami noticed that he gets a little blush when Jacob goes to tease him. (French Frye hint 😉)

Evie, Jacob and Jayadeep/Henry: The Frye twins teach Tami stealth and theory, but mostly Evie teaches her because Jacob wants Tami to join The Rooks, which Altaïr forbids. Henry helps the twins with Tami's training when he has time. Tami generally enjoys being with them, but sometimes she just sit and watch the twins argue about what to do next.

Aveline: She teaches her stealth and theory when the Frye twins and Henry are busy. Tami likes Aveline's persona strategy to blend in with the crowd and the use of the blowpipe, so she decides to use these skills. Later, Tami confesses that Aveline is her favourite Mentor after Altaïr, so Bayek decided that only Altaïr and Aveline would train Tami fully.

Rebecca and Shaun: They work on the Animus, hacking Templar websites and data, and searching for the Pieces of Eden. Outside of training, Tami sometimes helps them with documents or some programs since she loves to work on the computer. And if she completes everything correctly, she will play computer games as a reward. Sometimes she plays on their computer without permission later in the evening.

Malik: Tami helps him with documents and books, since it is difficult for him to work with only one hand. Altaïr leaves Tami at the bureau with Malik when he has to go on a mission. Malik orders her to organize a large pile of papers and documents alphabetically. They both talk while working and generally have fun. Later, Tami quickly finishes organizing the documents, surprising Malik.

Leonardo da Vinci: He is an inventor for the brotherhood. Tami has a huge admiration for him because he's one of her favourite historical figures. She looks at all his creations and praises them every single time.

Claudia, Lydia Frye and Maria Thorpe: When Tami reaches Apprentice rank, she will start completing missions with them. She with Claudia pranks Ezio during their free time and with Lydia they train stealth together with Lydia's grandfather and great aunt. Tami had a complicated relationship with Maria at the beginning, because she was once a Templar and in the canon universe Altaïr's wife, but luckily they were able to make up and became like sisters. (remember this post? 😊)

Sofia Sartor: She works in the hideout's library. Tami, like at Malik's, helps her organize her books, but mostly goes there to teach theory and philosophy. Sofia helps her find the book Tami needs. She doesn't meet her much, but she thinks Sofia is cool.

Clay Kaczmarek: Tami would sometimes notice strange glitching in the Animus when she was working on documents. She even once sees a figure on the monitor, waving to her. In shock, Tami tells Rebecca and Shaun about this, but they tell her that she just imagined it. Altaïr, on the other hand, believes her because he saw something similar on the Animus.

Shao Jun, Arbaaz Mir, Nikolai Orelov and Aguilar de Nerha: Tami is neutral with them because she rarely talks to them and they are not part of her training. Despite this, they have mutual respect and will help each other if the Templars attack. (Note: The truth is that I haven't played AC Chronicles and haven't seen AC movies, so I don't know much about them.)

Abbas: The worst part in Assassin's Brotherhood. She tries to avoid and be as far away from him as possible. Whenever Abbas starts insulting her boyfriend, she becomes furious and ready to defend her lover. But Altaïr takes her away from Abbas and begs her not to fight with his formerly best friend, because he is worried someday Abbas might hurt her. This is the main reason why Tami sticks to her partner.

William Miles: She never met him because Bayek kicked him out of the brotherhood for abusing Desmond before she joined there.

Haytham and Shay: They are both Templars and Tami hasn't met them yet. She knows Haytham is the main Grandmaster of Templars and Shay is his right hand. She suspects that one day she will meet them in person and it won't be pleasant…

I hope you enjoyed! 💕

#Eivor; Kassandra and Alexios are not there bsc they are not assassins/hidden ones and I'm not sure about Basim yet; sorry 😅 #sorry for bad english and grammatical errors as always and forever ;-; #tamiisnthere's fanfic #Assassin's Creed #crossover universe #assassin #Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad #Tami Fountain #Altami #canon x self insert #canon x oc #canon character #oc #persona #self insert #headcanon #Assassin's Brotherhood #headcanons

[siennadraws]

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[ringinghellsbell]

Very very very happy with the outcome of this!! [ID: A tall, Greek assassin male by the name of Dimitrios (also known as the King of Sparta and the sage of Aletheia) with his hidden blade and the cursed spear that belonged to his grandfather, Achilles, in a see-through gown . He is standing in front of a palace with the Spartan flags and a bed of flowers.]

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[romerona]

War Of Hearts

⇢ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ. ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ’ᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ

Selene Maltheon never thought of herself to be a puppet, she thought she'll live her life free and happy, there was no denying that she was a big dreamer and hopelessly naive. Selene thought she'll grow up to live one of those happily ever after lives like the ones from the books she reads so much... however, the inevitable happened, she grew up and came to the realization she was yet just another pawn in the big game.

Jacaerys Velaryon x Oc // Aemond Targaryen x Oc.

A/N: A bit of an AU. Rhaenyra and her sons are still in Kingslanding but they (The greens and The blacks) still hate each other.

[UNCHARACTERISTICALLY HIM]

Masterlist

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Prince Jacaerys isn't someone to flush easily, not out of something as mundane as seeing a beautiful girl. He sees pretty ladies every day, the court is full of them after all and some are also rather salacious whenever he speaks to them but the point still stands, Jace is constantly around them and accustomed to them. He was actually rather a 'smooth talker' as Daemon likes to tell him when it comes to women, whoever they are, ladies, maids, common women, whores, Jace was never one to flush at the sight of even the prettiest of them, so, he couldn't for the life of him understand why he always freezes at the sight of Selene Maltheon.

Selene was the only lady of House Maltheon, the most powerful house in New Valyria. She, her father, Lord Alexios and older brother, Lord Crater arrived a couple of months ago at the call of his grandfather, King Viserys. The King was appointing Lord Alexios as his new hand --Jace doesn't know the details as to why Lord Otto Hightower is no longer his hand but honestly, he didn't care, he, his daughter, Queen Alicent and her sons, Aegon and Aemond always look for a moment to strike action against his family-- And since the Lord of House Maltheon and his family arrived to Red Keep, Jacaerys found himself smitten by the Lord's daughter.

Anyone with working eyes could see just how beautiful the girl was, it was the type of beauty you could never find anywhere in the realm, not even if you go knocking door by door, woman-to-woman would you ever come across such beauty in all of the seven kingdoms and sure, her beauty was the first thing he noticed about her but he's been observing her -- because he does that instead of having a normal conversation -- and Jacaerys has noticed that the beauty outside reflects the beauty within. Lady Selene is quite generous to everyone around her, maids, guards, children, lords and ladies, no matter how disdainful some tend to be, hell, even the common folks in her short time of residing in Kings Landing know about her kind nature. Jacaerys is also aware Lady Selene must have a rather brilliant mind for when she is not charming the realm with her smile, she is often found sitting somewhere with her nose stuck in a book... just like right now.

She was sitting on a bench in the garden, the sun of the late afternoon shining over her, she was surrounded by hundreds of flowers, some still flourishing others at the peak of their beauty, she looked like a living painting.

"Are going to keep staring like a madman or are you going to speak to her, Jace?" Baela's voice snapped him out of whatever trance Selene usually puts him on.

Jacaerys turns his head to her, Baela had a borderline teasing smile on her face while leaning against a long pillar, he clears his throat and shrugs. "I do not know what you speak of,"

"Of course, you don't," Baela's teasing smile become more evident, her eyes were glimmering with amusement. "Anyways, I was here because your mother ask me to remind you about your Valyrian studies with the Maester."

"Ah yes, of course, I haven't forgotten, thank you Bae-"

"But that can wait, today is quite a lovely day, isn't it? How you fancy a stroll through the gardens, huh?" Baela put her arm around his and started to make her way down the stairs towards the rich greens and blooming flowers but before she could go any further into it, Jace holds into his ground.

"Wait, Baela" Jacaerys pulls her back, he sends a quick glance to where Selene is sitting, still very much into her book. "I don't feel like going for a walk at the moment,"

"Oh, pray tell? Baela questions tilting her head, her hand clasped in front of her giving her a look of innocence, but Jace knew better than to fall for it, the glint in her eyes told him as much.

Jacaerys narrows his eyes at his cousin, she was always delighted to tease him in any way she could, "I don't think it's wise for me to miss my studies... my high valyrian is rather terrible if you hadn't noticed."

"Oh, we all have, Jace," Baela smirks ignoring Jacaerys sending her a glare, she fakes a sigh "But since when have you ever cared about missing your studies? Today seems like a wonderful day to be out in the sun, I don't really see a reason for you not to want to go for a quick walk... Unless there's something keeping you from it or someone?"

Jacaerys huffs, rolling his eyes, "This is not amusing, Baela."

"Oh, I think it rather is," She took hold of his arm again, and pull him with her, "Is not every day a lady manages to capture Prince Jacaerys Velaryon's attention."

Jace kept silent, he knew better than to lie to her or evade the subject with her, not to mention Baela’s words are true, he was infatuated with lady Selene and there was no denying it. "So, what? Half of Red Keep is taken with her as well."

"But you aren't like half the castle, are you?" Baela told him, stopping to pull a lilie out of the ground. She sniffed it and handed it to Jace."You are a prince, Rhaenyra's son and future heir to the throne"

Jace took it and also sniffed it, the sweet scent evolving him. "Sure but that's until my mother passes and that won't happen for a long while"

"You still a prince, are you not?" Baela rolls her eyes at his temporary incompetence. "Put that Velaryon courage to work and talk to her, for the seven's sake. Seriously, I have never seen you act shy before, it is unsettling."

"Baela..." Jacaerys sighed, he tried to come up with a plausible reason as to why he hasn't spoken with her other than his uncharacteristically fear of performance, for lack of better words but came up with nothing.

Baela stops, she turns to him and places both hands on his shoulders, to make him look at him, "You are a prince, you have a dragon, and you will be sitting on the iron throne one day, what are you so frightened about?"

"Nothing," Jace scoffs, his jaw set with light annoyance at the thought his cousin thought he was scared of talking to a girl, he wasn't he is simply... Not ready yet.

"Well, good, because you are about to talk to her right now,"

Jacaerys frowns in confusion and wariness, he glances to the side, finally noticing Baela took him on an alternative route but with the same destiny. He quickly turn to his cousin who unsurprisingly was grinning like mad. "Baela, don't you dare-"

Baela pushed him in Lady Selena's direction.

Jacaerys froze again, she hadn't noticed him yet but the fact that she was just a few paces away was enough to make him cease any movement. His heart beats fast and hard as it usually does when he's anxious, it is a miracle she hasn't heard it.

Jace turns to leave but catches Baela's eyes, she mouthed "Go on"

Jacaerys clutches his jaw but sighs before turning. Baela was right, of what he was so afraid of? She was just another lady, how different can it be? And honesty, all that freezing and gazing was getting a little pathetic.

Jacaerys took a few steps forward, hoping by then she finally gave him her attention so he can casually start a conversation but much to his dismay, she never look up from her book.

He awkwardly clears his throat but not even then she looks up, Jacaerys stands awkwardly for a second or two before clearing his throat a bit louder. "Lady Selene, I presume?"

Selene finally looks up at him, she seems startled at his sudden appearance, which actually wasn't sudden at all but to her, it might have been. Her eyes widen for a second when she took notice of who was speaking to her. She instantly stood up.

"Oh, Prince Jacaerys, you gave me a fright." Selene softly chuckles, trying to bring lightness into the situation.

He smiles at her, ignoring his beating heart. "I apologize, I didn't mean to. And please, just call me Jace."

"Oh, no I could never--

"Please, my lady, the prince thing is just for show in front of older nobles." Jace was quick to assure her. He thought it sounded way too formal from her. Way too polite.

"Vey well," Selene nods, and she sends him a smile. "However, I believe it's only fair that if I get to call you only by name you ought to call me just Selene."

Jacaerys felt the muscles of his cheek had already moved the way he wanted them to before even realizing it. "Selene, then."

There was a second of uncomfortable silence. Jacaerys noticed it was his fault after she looked away from him. He hadn't stopped smiling (and staring) Jace clears his throat "Anyways, I noticed you reading earlier, and you look like you wanted to be alone, so, I figured I'll come and ruin it." Jace jokes, hoping to get rid of the small tension and if he's lucky, to get a smile out of her as well. Even from afar, he had enjoyed watching her eyes when she laughed. The way her eyes widen, the way her smile looks on her face... It was absolutely captivating.

"Oh, nonsense, I was just hoping to avoid my brother. He's a dread to be around." Selene chuckles, looking down at the book she was holding, a finger in between pages to keep her from losing the page. "And uhm, it's just a silly book about two lovers from the north."

"Ah," Jacaerys nods with amused acknowledgement, he grins at her, once again struck by how beautiful she was as the late afternoon light reflects off of her green eyes. They look like emeralds. "I'm assuming it's a tragic love tale? The north is not very well known for a warm heart after all."

Jace was not much of a reader if he was honest, but when he did read he usually enjoys more historical Westorian tales and the wars people ack then face rather than romance.

Selene sighs and nods looking down at the book. 'The Lover and the Road' "Sadly, the main character's lover was forced to marry another and couldn't take the pain of losing her, tragic really."

Jacaerys frowns a little when he notices the slight change in her poise. He wanted her to look at him but she continues to stare at the book. "Are you all right? You seem a bit doleful."

"Oh, yes, of course," Selene snaps her eyes back at Jacaerys, however, they were not as bright as he would have hoped.

"What is it?"

Selene purses her lips as if she was hesitant to talk to him, much to Jace's dismay. It took her a second and a nod of encouragement from Jace for her to speak. "It's just that... that kind of situation tends to happen more often than not in real life, wouldn't you say?"

Jace sighs, "Indeed, it does. Sometimes I wish everyone could marry for love. But that's nothing more than a childish hope, I suppose." He shrugs and smiles at her.

"It's not childish to hope for love, Jace, It's in our human nature to desire to love and be loved." Selene smiles warmly at him and Jace felt his face heat up. He looked away to keep her from noticing it, and he quickly clears his throat. "Tell me, Selene, if you weren't constrained by duty, what would you be doing?"

Selene's hair was with the light breeze, she had to move it out of her face, "I would be..." she thought for a moment before letting out a chuckle, shaking her head. "I would like to travel to the citadel and learn with the Maesters, but that's just a feeble dream, a woman in this society can only do so much, you know?" Selene sounded slightly sour at that last comment, and if it hadden for how close they were standing, Jacaerys would have missed the light sneer on her lips.

He hums and nods, his eyes still fixed on her. "What would you study at the citadel? I'd assume history, but perhaps theology? Or even some old text they have there?" Jace smiles, thinking about how much more she would be allowed if her gender wasn't a limitation. "There might be a way you could study, even as a woman. You do seem to have a rather clever mind."

"I would love to become a healer. Make people feel better." Selene sighs, she walks to a nearby railing where the view of the city and its citizens could be admired and lean on it. "And yes, I suppose there could be a way for me to study but it still wouldn't change the fact that people would look down on me for trying to be something they don't deem as ladylike. My father certainly would... "She lightly rolls her eyes, looking at the city below. "He believes there's no room for cleverness in a woman, that we ought to sit there, keep silent, look pretty and make babies."

Jacaerys listens intently, his eyebrows furrowing as Selene speaks, feeling apologetic for her. He already knows how much his mother has to deal with it and Jace could tell from the little they have talked about that she was such a bright person and for her to have to suffer through such nonsense because she was a woman was unacceptable to him.

"What if there was a way to get around that?" Jacaerys takes the view in with her as he speaks carefully." There certainly are people that would take to teaching you. It might not change the fact that your father disagrees, but you wouldn't be alone." He turns to her, with sincere eyes "There are many that wouldn't be so quick to judge solely because you are a woman."

Selene chuckles and turns to him with a fond smile, one he hadn't seen on her. "You have a good heart, Jace. If only more people thought like that... what a dream that would be."

Jace smiles back, looking away from her and back to the city hoping she hadn't noticed the blush that he was sure covered most of his face. "Do you think it is impossible to archive? To have those in power think more like myself? To make a world where anyone can be anything, no matter what they were born as?" He looks into her green eyes with determination, as if he was making a promise to not only Selene but himself too. "Because if it is, then I'm going to work my damndest to make it possible."

Selene tilts her head, a smile of admiration painting her face but it didn't reach her eyes. "As admirable as your intentions are, Jace, one cannot build a new world alongside men who are loyal to the old one."

Jacaerys expression sours, his smile fading from his face. "What do you think the best course of action is? Surely there must be some path forward, no? I can't stand for them telling you that you are a lesser person because you are a woman. It's absurd and I won't let it stand."

By the time he was done, Jacaerys felt his shackles rising. Mad at society in itself, at the old kings, at the people in power...

"Perhaps... Once your mother becomes queen? She can certainly create a new order of things, I mean her being the queen of the seven kingdoms is already incredible in itself, that alone changes many things." A hopeful smile made its way to Selene's face. "I have faith your mother, Jace, would be a brilliant queen,"

Jacaerys smiled back, glad to see that Selene believes in his mother as the future queen of Westeros, despite all the opposition. "My mother would be a great queen, yes, but she'd still be constrained by all the rules put upon those of us with the blood of the dragon." He notices the way her smile faded and quickly added. "There must be something we can do, there has got to be some way to change it." Jace takes a deep breath, thinking, and then he suddenly gets an idea. He snaps his head towards her with a large smile which causes Selene to mirror it. "Maybe we can write a book, as an argument of why things should change. It's certainly worth a shot, I'd say."

"A book?" Selene giggles, just as she was about to give her opinion on said book another voice cut through the conversation.

"Selene, here you are." Both, Jacaerys and Selene, turn to face the person who interrupted their chat. It was Lord Crater, Selene's older brother. Lord Crater was a tall, bulky man, similar to what an elite knight was supposed to look, his features were assuredly similar to Lords Alexios however the only thing he resembled of Selene was his eyes. Crater's gaze turns to Jacaerys, he was surprised for a moment to see him there but quickly recovered. He did a small polite courtesy. "Prince Jacaerys, what a surprise to see you here."

Jacaerys couldn't help but sigh inwardly, realizing that he'd gotten so caught up with Selene and their conversation that he had stopped watching his surroundings. He straightens up, his royal prince mantel on. "Lord Maltheon, the feeling is mutual. May I ask what brings you to seek your sister out?" He flashes Selene a smile, hoping that she can still see the sincerity in his eyes before turning back to her brother. "Perhaps you could join us? I find your sister to be a particularly engaging conversationalist."

Selene threw him a shy smile, chuckling a little.

"You say that now, your highness, but then you won't get her to shut up." Crater chuckles, there was a patronizing tone in his laugh. Selene purses her lips and settles her gaze downward, clearly not enjoying the subtle insult towards her.

Jacaerys could recognize the slander behind the 'joke' towards Selene and felt a twinge in his chest. Though, in the position he is in, all Jace could do was smile, and fake a chuckle alongside Crater. He only hopes Selene doesn't takes it to heart. "That seems only to make her more appealing to me, my lord, to be so talkative." His eyes glance towards Selene, making sure she knows the lightness of the situation.

However, Selene had a cold look in her eyes as she looks away, from him and back to the floor. She evidently didn't enjoy the exchange between the Prince and her brother.

Jace's heart drops as he takes in her demeanour and knows that he messed up.

Lord Crater laughs again with the same condescending chuckle. "Well, you'll be a saint for it then, my dearest sister is nothing but a bother most of the time."

Jacaerys tries to lighten the situation by making a joke. "Well, I am the prince of Dragonstone, I am not as pure as some may think." He chuckles slightly awkwardly, hoping that it isn't as noticeable as he continues. "And if I have to be a saint, so be it, for a woman as kind and as brilliant as Selene."

"Brilliant?" Crater chuckles. He looks back at Selene, his eyes shining with amusement, "What lies have you been feeding the Prince, Selne?" He shakes his head before his eyes widen as he remembered something "Oh, Father is summoning you, sister, he needs to speak about some important matters to you."

Selene spares Jacaerys a glance, she purses her lips before turning to her older brother. "Where is father?"

The Prince watches as Selene exchanges words with Lord Crater, his heart sinking further at the tension in the voice and face. He tries his best to stay relaxed but it doesn't seem to help as he feels the guilt in his stomach reach his chest. He sighs, knowing that his attempts to make the situation lighter have been failing and speaks up. "Is this matter important? I wouldn't want you to have to leave if it isn't absolutely necessary." Jace tried his best to sound convincing, wanting nothing more than have Selene stay, to make sure he can make things right. Things were going so well until her brother interrupted.

"Unfortunately, my prince, it does seem to be a rather important issue my father wishes to discuss with Selene." It was Crater who answer his question, Selene only turned in Jacaerys direction ever so slightly but did not meet his eyes.

He sighs, trying not to let his disappointment show. "Very well, I understand. Then I wish you a good day, Selene. I hope your father doesn't keep you long and perhaps we will get to converse again soon?" Jace bows his head to his lady, he was asking in hopes she accepts his request.

Selene finally raises her green eyes to meet his, she did a courtesy "It was an honour to speak with you, your highness but I must take my leave now." When Selene said his title it made Jacaerys stomach turn inside out.

He sighs as he hears the formality in her voice, knowing that he has failed. His eyes linger on her, trying to make up for what he did. His heart breaks as he watches her walk away. He gives one final bow, then makes his way up to his room... He sits alone for a few minutes, trying to calm himself down before he gets a knock on his door. He opens it, and there stood his mother, her face looking angry...

Part 2????

#house of the dragon #daemon targeryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #alicent hightower x reader #jace targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #rhaenyra x reader #jace x reader #jace velaryon x reader #hotd imagines #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd fluff #hotd fic #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd x you #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon x you #house of the dragon fic #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon imagines #house of the dragon x oc #aemond targaryen x original character #jacaerysvalaryonxoc #jacaerys x oc

[gothimp]

People you want to get to know better

i was tagged by @aelyosos and @devilbrakers in two slightly different memes so i’m just combining them 🤫 ty so much for the tags sorry for the late participation

tagging (w/ no pressure!) -> @estevnys @acealistair @feykiller @estevnys @illithiad @alexios @voigtvir @nokstella @rindemption @katsigian + anyone interested 🩵

three ships: not including OC ships I’ll do lae’zel x shadowheart (bg3), leon x luis (re4), and leon x claire (re2) bc he can do anything if i believe in him 🤙

last song: lost in the supermarket - the clash

last film: either Return of the Living Dead 3 or Spiderhead, i can’t remember

currently reading: aha im a mood reader soo i’m reading Dead Silence, Curious Tides, and Wishful Drinking

currently craving: falafel

Favorite Color: blurple, or any like really deep blue, purple, green

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: spicy or savory, i think savory

Relationship Status: married 🤪🤙

Last Thing I Googled: "poor things movie showtimes” (my stupid small town isnt showing it 😭)

Current Obsession: my reading journal, also got back into pokemon go

Last Book: the last one i finished was Stolen Heir by holly black and i am not normal about it

Looking Forward To: getting my hair cut this weekend and getting some thai food/maybe my first tattoo 👀

#tag games #nes.txt

[rpersearch]

Hi hi hiiiiiiiiii aaaaaaall so I don’t really have a good introduction, mainly because I go by nicknames… aahahhhhh lol but I’m an 18+ F (very gender apathetic tho) looking for other 18+ ppl who wanna RP some dark shyieeeeeet.

So I do have a few expectations for my RP partners that I hope aren’t too much!!

-pls be kind and patient

-I would like a mini paragraph, so like 10 lines tops (but it’s also cool if you can do more)

-communicate with me, even if it’s just a little bit!! I promise im friendly, just a little shy and awkward!

-I really only RP OC x CC, it’s just what I’m comfortable with :p I also only do doubles since it’s fair and I’m a people pleaser-

-you might have to be comfortable with a few dark themes (ofc tell me your limits and stuff! I have limits too, and I want us both to be comfortable!)

Now here’s what you’ll be expecting from me:

-there’s a slight probability I might make art of your OC’s XD

-I make 1x1 RP servers on Discord (it’s easier to manage that way :3)

-I might be a little nervous at first, that’s because I don’t often RP with other people (I’ve had too many bad experiences in the past)

-I DONT MASK ON THE INTERNET🗣️🗣️ I’m sorry, I might come off as a little too muchhh😖

-I might go a bit overboard with my responses, idk if that’ll be a good thing with you or not but don’t worry about giving me a really detailed response!!

Something I’ve been wanting to RP for some time now:

Fallout4 (this one will have plenty of dark themes, it’s Fallout after all! I’d like it if my partner could play as Paladin Danse :3)

Call of Cthulhu (this one will also have plenty of dark themes, because of Call of Cthulhu ofc! I’d like it if my partner could play as Edward Pierce)

Infamous (this one probably won’t be as dark as the others, but still contains some themes. I’d like it if my partner could play as Cole MacGrath)

Bioshock Infinite: Burial At Sea (This one will also ofc contain plenty of dark themes since it’s Bioshock! I’d like it if my partner could play as Booker DeWitt)

Assassin’s Creed (this one won’t be as dark as the other ones, but still will contain themes!! I’d like it if my partner could play as Shay Cormac, Alexios/Kassandra, whichever one they’d like :3)

If you read this far tysm!! If you’re still interested, pls send a friend request over to currentjoyz on Discord!

-

#18+ rp #doubling rp #bioshock #bioshock rp #bioshock roleplay #assassins creed #assassins creed rp #assassins creed roleplay #infamous #infamous rp #infamous roleplay #call of cthulhu #call of cthulu rp #call of cthulu roleplay #fallout #fallout rp #fallout roleplay

[yo-aroleplayfinder]

Hi hi hiiiiiiiiii aaaaaaall so I don’t really have a good introduction, mainly because I go by nicknames… aahahhhhh lol but I’m an 18+ F (very gender apathetic tho) looking for other 18+ ppl who wanna RP some dark shyieeeeeet.

So I do have a few expectations for my RP partners that I hope aren’t too much!!

-pls be kind and patient

-I would like a mini paragraph, so like 10 lines tops (but it’s also cool if you can do more)

-communicate with me, even if it’s just a little bit!! I promise im friendly, just a little shy and awkward!

-I really only RP OC x CC, it’s just what I’m comfortable with :p I also only do doubles since it’s fair and I’m a people pleaser-

-you might have to be comfortable with a few dark themes (ofc tell me your limits and stuff! I have limits too, and I want us both to be comfortable!)

Now here’s what you’ll be expecting from me:

-there’s a slight probability I might make art of your OC’s XD

-I make 1x1 RP servers on Discord (it’s easier to manage that way :3)

-I might be a little nervous at first, that’s because I don’t often RP with other people (I’ve had too many bad experiences in the past)

-I DONT MASK ON THE INTERNET🗣️🗣️ I’m sorry, I might come off as a little too muchhh😖

-I might go a bit overboard with my responses, idk if that’ll be a good thing with you or not but don’t worry about giving me a really detailed response!!

Something I’ve been wanting to RP for some time now:

Fallout4 (this one will have plenty of dark themes, it’s Fallout after all! I’d like it if my partner could play as Paladin Danse :3)

Call of Cthulhu (this one will also have plenty of dark themes, because of Call of Cthulhu ofc! I’d like it if my partner could play as Edward Pierce)

Infamous (this one probably won’t be as dark as the others, but still contains some themes. I’d like it if my partner could play as Cole MacGrath)

Bioshock Infinite: Burial At Sea (This one will also ofc contain plenty of dark themes since it’s Bioshock! I’d like it if my partner could play as Booker DeWitt)

Assassin’s Creed (this one won’t be as dark as the other ones, but still will contain themes!! I’d like it if my partner could play as Shay Cormac, Alexios/Kassandra, whichever one they’d like :3)

YO YO YO ANON DIDNT GIVE A WAY TO CONTACT THEM SO JUST LIKE THA POST N THEYLL REACH OUT!!! (IM SORY ANON😭)

#roleplay finder #roleplay #rp #fandom rp #cc x oc rp #tw dark themes #fallout #fallout 4 RP #call of cthulhu rp #call of cthulhu #infamous rp #infamous #bioshock #Bioshock RP #bioshock burial at sea #assassin's creed #assassins creed RP

[jpdoingart]

Art Masterpost

Some of my original work is available to buy as prints here. If you are interested in having any of the work you see here made available to have as a print, feel free to ask. It's easy to arrange! 😊

Fanart

Assassin’s Creed Odyssey

Alexios: Bow Study || Bright Colours || On Holidays

Brasidas: Collection || In ‘Spartan Scene.’ || Wreathed in Gold || Colour studies || Being Woken || At the Beach || Like a Saint || Like a French girl?

Ship: Alexidas - Collection || Trying New Things || A Private Moment || Stormy Seas || Forehead Kisses || On Holidays || A Shady Spot || PFPs || Brasideia 2023 || Oof

Ship: Alexithenes: One Night in Athens

Ship: Herodietas - Thaletas and Herodianus || Herodietas

Nikolaos

Assassin’s Creed Valhalla

Male Eivor: Armour Study collection || Armour Study 1 || Armour Study 2 || Head study

Ubba Ragnarsson: Collection

Ship: Ubba x male Eivor: Collection

Sunniva

Ivarr & Halfdan Ragnarsson

Hades (Game)

Ares: A Few Sketches || Modern Ares Ship: Thanares Ship: Zagares - In Elysium || Looking Respectfully

The Sandman

Dream of the Endless (Trapped)

Pyre (Game)

Volfred Sandalwood

Original Characters:

Roman OC’s

Lartia || Lartia tipsy || Titus Lartius || Titus Lartius and Juventa

Spartan OC’s

It Started with a Thwack Antidas: Collection || Scene - Panel One || Pose Studies || Smiling Adimantos: Collection || Pose Studies Bardas

Eukleidas (the wrestler) Spartan Scenes: In the Gym || The Palaestra (Trad media) || WIP The Gymnasium Inside Jokes: Opera Gloves

Other OC’s: Arity (novel) : Jimmy || Two Portraits

Lief & Ember: Sleeping || Lief portrait

Miscellaneous Stuff

1920’s: Agricultural Worker

Symbolic self-portrait || Colourful eggs || Egg = Olive? || Colourful Things

Landscapes: Ancient World (sketches) || Trees || Flowers in the Clouds || Olive Tree || Sparta

Ancient art redraws: Spartans Hunting Boar || Spartan War King/Polemarkhos

Colour studies: Man in Sea

You can access the full archive here.

#masterlist #fanart #my fanart #assassin's creed #assassin's creed odyssey #assassin's creed valhalla #hades game #the sandman #OCs #OC Adimantos #OC Bardas #OC Antidas #oc jimmy #own character

[csharpdestroyer]

introducing... alex!

➜ Ⅰ. about

hey hi hello! welcome to my little tumblr island. you can call me alexios, alex, mars, or brailie. i prefer the first three. i use they/he/she pronouns. i prefer the first two, especially he/him. i am sixteen years old, in my junior year of high school. im transmasc, nonbinary and aroace. please only use masculine and neutral terms on me! im neurodivergent (adhd, autism and tourettes). my birthday is february 28th, born in the year 2006!

➜ Ⅱ. content

im an oc and fan artist. i usually draw lord of the flies content using my designs for the kids! i also reblog lotf, madoka magica, and hadesgame fanart, as well as general posts i find funny/informative. i don't have commissions set up just yet but i hope to take them in the future. i accept art trades (they're always open) so if you want to do one just send me an ask or message me! i especially like art trades where we draw each other's designs for a specific lotf character so feel free to hmu about those too

➜ Ⅲ. lotf

my main hyperfixation right now is lord of the flies. that is almost exclusively the type of art you'll see on my page. here's some stuff related to my lotf content!

relationships:

ralph x jack (romantic)

simon x roger (romantic)

maurice x sam (romantic)

piggy x bill (queer platonic)

ralph and piggy (best friends)

jack and roger (best friends)

percival and max (best friends)

simon and wilfred (friends)

simon and maurice (friends)

ralph, piggy, and simon (trio)

jack, roger, and maurice (trio)

piggy and jack (rivals)

aus:

lord of the disambiguation - often called disambiguation for short. an extended version of lotf that picks up right after jack splits off from ralph's group. no one dies. the two groups just have to find a way to live and work together to survive

lord of the high school - a semi-modern au that follows the kids as they try to navigate british private school life. the name is a misnomer since they're actually in middle school, not high school (i didn't change the ages) but it's too late to change it now

lord of the epilogue - picks up right at the end of the book. just a continuation of the story. features the crew of the naval ship, who happen to be led by ralph's father. unfortunate events happen

related:

land of tall faith - also called forgiveness of a god unknown. a story based on my prediction for what lotf would be about before i read it. follows a european girl entering a foreign society and experiencing their culture. after connecting with their god, proving her loyalty, and being sacrificed multiple times, she eventually decides to stay with them instead of returning to her society. characters' appearances are based on lotf characters

woodingham manor - a criticism of lotf, which seeks to show the flaws in the book's message. presents the story of a detective group investigating a cold case that visits an old manor to find clues, but find themselves locked in. things happen, people die, and truth finally sets them free. the plot and characters need reworking, please bare with me. all characters are based on lotf characters

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woodingham manor

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there is an ask tab on my profile that you can use to send me things! you can send me drawing requests or just things you want to tell/ask me. for drawing requests, ill draw any lotf character (no other fandoms please). i will draw my design for them if not specified. if you want me to draw yours or someone else's lotf designs please attach an image! if you want me to draw your oc, please attach an image! no promises that ill draw them but if i have time i will

➜ Ⅴ. ocs

though i mainly post about lotf on here, i do have ocs which i love and cherish! here's links to information about some of my oc projects. you can also check out my toyhouse (linked at the bottom) for character references if you want to draw them! i will love you forever if you gift me oc art

braithology

romeo and julian

inequality syndrome

cybergod

heaven is hiring

the periodic end

orchestra simulator (shared project with @fire-down-the-vine)

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here's where you can find me on other sites! if you want/need to message me id prefer you didnt do so on here as my messages seem to be broken, im available on twitter, instagram and discord pretty much all the time! feel free to message me about lotf related stuff if you want, ill be up to talk

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#introduction #lord of the alex #lotf

[author-morgan]

Kryptic ↟ Deimos

forty - are you not entertained masterlist But the great leveler, Death: not even the gods can defend a man, not even one they love, that day when fate takes hold and lays him out at last. Death submits to no one, not even Dread and Destruction. They are both weapons of flesh and bone, of warm blood and beating hearts, and they cannot be controlled.

"I'VE COME TO fight," Lesya announces, standing before the gates of the arena. She nor Deimos had ever ventured to the fighting pits, but there are many among the Cult who had —all fodder for the Beast of Sparta. Today, his reign would end by her hand. 

"For glory or for riches?" The old gatekeeper asks. No one came to the arena in Pephka seeking an honorable death anymore —the age of heroes is gone. The crowd may cheer and sing praises of the champions, but the walls of the arena no longer shook as they once did when contenders stepped onto the sands. 

"So long as the crowd sees blood spilled, why does it matter?" Lesya refutes, impatient. The gatekeeper sighs. He has no doubt the woman before him is a warrior. The whispers of demigods walking amongst the realm of men have traveled on the winds. Lesya is not here to become a Hero of the Arena, but Skoura thinks she has the makings, even if it is vengeance burning in her laurel eyes. "I am here for Belos," she announces, and she will not leave until he is slain —body lying cold in the sands of the arena.

But the Beast of Sparta is only one of the champions, and scores of men lay between the twin blades on Lesya's back and Belos himself. Skoura motions around to the monuments celebrating the champions, and the scores of defected soldiers and mercenaries come to try their luck. "Then you must carve your way through the other contenders to see the ranks of our champions," he says. My blades are ready, old man, Lesya thinks, tired of the conversation —she has come for blood, for vengeance, not for conversation. Skoura motions above, and the gates to the area begin to swing open. "Your name, fighter?" He asks.

"Enyo," Lesya answers, no hesitation —the name which will strike fear into the heart of all those who knew of the Cult of Kosmos.  

SHE BRACES HER weight against one of the wooden pillars supporting the netting above the arena floor —forehead slick with sweat against her forearm, chest heaving with exertion. The crowd still shouts and cheers from above, and among them, she finds her brothers. They do not hail her as the others do. Their faces are a solemn mask of concern that one could almost mistake for pity. 

Scattered around the sands are no less than twenty-five corpses. There were no more left to challenge her except for Belos himself. Straightening, she steps back —staggering, finally feeling pain blossom in her thigh. There's a bloody cut just below the tassels of her dark leather belt. Lesya goes to the nearest corpse, ripping a long strip of linen from the man's chiton, and binds the wound, quickly.

Deep from the labyrinth of the pits comes the booming echo of a war drum —impending doom and dread. She paces the sands like a caged beast kicked one too many times. 

The drums grow louder as the iron gate at the far end of the arena lifts. Belos strides forth with his massive shield and labrys held aloft. From behind him stride a dozen more men wielding shields and spears, maces, and swords. Whispers made their way through the arena that the disgraced champion of the Cult of Kosmos had come to fight —Belos would not chance losing to her. "You've come to die, whore?" He bellows, knocking the broad head of his labrys against the bronze shield —the crowd erupts in roaring cheers. 

The vanguard encircles her, weapons leveled and shields raised. She curses Belos for his cowardice. That he hides behind weaker men and cannot face her alone. Lesya stands her ground at the center, leaving one blade sheathed on her back, daring one of the Spartiates to make the first move. A heartbeat passes before one of them acts, thrusting the end of his spear forward. She catches the wooden lance and rips it free, breaking it over her knee, and spins —ducking under the man's shield. He lets out a wail of pain when she thrusts the splintered end of the lance into his chest. His cry is silenced by a quick cut to the throat and a warm spray of blood. 

 Another tries the impale her with a dull spear, but she rolls forward, under the blow, and springs back to her feet, driving the other half of the broken spear into his thigh and her own blade upward through the chinstrap of his helm. "He's cheating!" Timotheus grits out, leaning onto the wooden and rope railing, looking down into the arena. No other champion fought with a host of men to protect them. "We have to help her!"  

"We can't," Tundareos reminds him, unable to tear his gaze away from his sister. "The rules," he utters, "it would forfeit her life." Lesya hammers her blade into the man's ribs, cracking through his exomis, skin, gristle, and bone. Pressing deeper as blood sluices from the gash and over her hands. She rips the blade back, and he falls in paroxysms of agony, unable to breathe with the blood filling his lungs. 

Two more lunges at her, and one scores her breastbone through the linen of her chiton with a swipe of his spear, the other nearly crushing her head with a heavy iron mace. Too many, Lesya curses, knowing she grows slower with each blow absorbed and strike dealt. And Belos, the Beast of Sparta himself, weighs the moment to strike the killing blow. Kosmos will reward him handsomely for bringing Enyo's head back to Delphi. Lesya scrambles backward, knees knocking against one of the weapons racks. 

The iron banded wood is rough and splintering under her fingers, but she surrenders her blades and hefts up the shield, stooping low as the iron mace swings above. Before the man can turn to swing again, Lesya smashes his face with the iron boss —breaking his nose, forcing the mace from his hands. Discarding the shield, she rushes to recover the mace and heaves the heavy weapon high above her head before chopping downward with a harsh scream. Blood spatters when the flanges bite into flesh and bone. The man crumbles instantly, his skull split wide open, and the crowd grows louder still —drunk at the sight of blood.

Belos remains behind her bidding his time, leaning on the heel of his great two-handed labrys. She hears the whistle of the sword cutting through the air and ducks, twisting out of the way, recovering a discarded spear. A swift cut to the backs of his knees and the Spartan falls, unable to stand again. His misery ends as Lesya thrusts the spear through his throat, pinning him upright with blood gurgling from his gaping mouth. The last of the vanguard protecting their champion, but then Belos is upon her without mercy. 

Lesya steps back and out of the sweeping arc of his axe, feet sliding on the slick sand. Regaining her balance is almost impossible. As quickly as she evades one blow, the next comes. Belos roars, aggravated, and throws aside his shield, using both hands on the labrys. She dances around him, always out of reach, but then he charges forward like a raging bull and pins her against the wall of the arena with the wooden lance pressed into her throat. 

The Beast snarls, pressing harder and pushing upward, the tips of her toes leaving the ground. For the briefest of moments, Lesya begins to panic —she has never met a foe she could not overcome— but Belos will not claim her.

Kicking out, her foot finds purchase on his bent knee, and the leverage is enough for her to reach back and unsheathe the blade on her back. He tries to pull it from her grasp, but his grip falters, and Lesya drives the blade into his shoulder with a harrowing scream. Belos drops his labrys, and Lesya darts around him, picking up a dulled sword from one of his defenders as he pulls out the blade and throws it down, recovering his axe.  

Belos feels the cold bite of iron just above the inside of his knee. He swings his axe down as Lesya quickly jerks the blade back, then his left leg twists and gives, blood spurting from the gash. 

The champion tries to stand in his stupor but cannot rise, and in place of the roaring crowd is only stunned silence. She takes the labrys from his grasp and uses the blade's edge to knock off his one-horned helmet, revealing the disfigured face beneath —one half marred by flames, the taut mass of scarred flesh pulls his lips into a permanent, sickly grin. Belos grits his teeth, fingers curled around the hilt of a dagger at the back of his armor, one last chance. It is not enough. He moves to strike, but Lesya kicks the blade from his hand and begins to pace around him —a rusting iron sword held tight in her bloodied right hand.  

She steps behind him and jerks his head back. Lesya will make sure Belos looks upon her as he draws his final breaths. Her cry is harrowing as she saws through Belos' thick neck with the dulled sword, but then she severs the last tendons, and his head comes free —body flopping forward, still twitching with the last beats of his cruel heart staining the sand. 

Lesya stumbles, lifting the maimed head high for all to see. The crowd erupts a mix of cheers from those blood-drunk and protests from those who know what this defeat means —upheaval in the rankings of the arena. She paces to one of the spear racks at the center of the arena, skewering the champion's head on a spike next to the decaying head of another felled contender. The Beast of Sparta is slain.

But the deafening roar of the crowd fades as Lesya steps away. The blood-lust stupor dissipates, ushering in pain. Her leg gives way, streaked with blood and the fabric of her chiton is torn open. The blood on her hand is dark and drying —not her own— but when she presses a hand to her side, it feels as though she's been touched by the Monger's hot poker again, and the blood on her fingertips and running down her front is bright red, slick and warm. Lesya looks up at the crowd, wishing to rise once more, yet she cannot do so. For a wavering moment, she straightens, then falls —laurel eyes turned upward to see a full moon shining down through the netted ceiling.

TUNDAREOS IS THE first to fling himself from the stands and into the arena, feet carrying him toward his sister as soon as he hits the sand. "Lesya!" She does not move. He falls to his knees at her side, skimming the burgeoning bruises and open wounds. Her eyes are open wide and darting around. For the first time, Tundareos sees fear in his sister's eyes. Even demigods fear death. Time is not on their side, and they will find little aid from those who head the fighting pits. "Fuck," he hisses, moving swiftly —stripping off his chlamys. 

Covering the wound, he brings her hands over the cloth and urges her to press down to stay the bleeding before lifting her into his arms and starting toward the gates. "My–" Lesya grimaces, voice fading as she points to the bloody twin blades lying on the arena floor "–my blades." He curses her for worrying about something so trivial, but Timotheus sees what she is pointing at and reclaims the two blades, following his brother —and fearing it may be too late.

They come across a Spartan camp on the shores not far from the arena. "Hold!" The Spartiate at the entrance calls, leveling his spear to stop them from coming closer. The small group looks to be vagabonds who've lost their way, but as they draw closer, the soldier sees a woman covered in blood with hair like flames. The men with her have little regard for their safety, expressions of worry twisting their faces. The Spartan lowers his spear but not his guard as they draw nearer. 

"Do you have supplies to spare?" Timotheus asks, desperate and hoping they will not recognize him as a former Athenian commander. Their arrival brings the rest of the Spartans occupying the camp to the entrance.  

"I know her!" One of the hoplites points out. It was hard to forget fighting alongside a copper-haired goddess of war. "We fought together on Pylos." He'd seen her save Brasidas and face down the champion of Athens. It's a sight he will not soon forget and is enough for them to welcome the trio into the small camp, albeit reluctantly. They point to the captain's tent, and the soldier most skilled in medicine joins them.

The Spartan peels back the stained chlamys and grimaces. It is not a clean-cut, and they do not have the means to properly suture the flesh back together, but she would not have made it to Lato for better treatment. He calls for water, linen, and boiled wine then looks back at the two men who accompanied her. It does not seem possible one renowned across Hellas for fighting like Enyo or Eris with the strength of a dozen men should be wounded in such a manner. "The fighting pits," Tundareos says, sensing the question before the Spartan can ask. 

He does what he can with what little supplies he has. The bleeding ceased, and the dried blood and sand washed clean from her side and leg. Only time will determine if the copper-haired demigoddess of war will live to fight again. "The wound is clean, but–" the soldier spares a glance back at the thick linens wrapped around Lesya's middle "–I have seen men die from less," he confesses. Demigoddess or not, she still bleeds like every other man, and only someone of great strength and with the gods' favor could overcome such a wound.  

Tundareos shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose when he sees Lesya stir and wake. "By the gods," he starts, "you're a bigger fool than I thought." She turns her head to look at him as he paces. "Were you trying to get yourself killed?" He doesn't try to hide the anger in his voice. Tundareos spent his life searching for his sister, and now that he's found her...he cannot bring himself to think of losing her —to know he'd given up his life for this. Lesya doesn't answer, the pounding in her head is nigh deafening.

"Is that why you wanted to come here?" He asks. But death would be too easy, and the gods were not so merciful as to let it end. She turns her head, feeling hot tears slip from her eyes. I am still Enyo, after all. "I will not pretend to know what you feel, Lesya, but if you continue to do this, it will kill you," Tundareos says, and Lesya knows he's right. There is little choice for her, and they both know it. "I will not watch you do this to yourself."

Lesya grits her teeth, forcing herself to sit up —the pain is almost paralyzing. "If I do not hunt them," she says, breathing labored, "then they will never stop hunting me." She will have no peace until the last cultist is snuffed out, ripped from this world by the roots. Until then, she must pursue them and break their hold on Hellas —must find Deimos. "I am a fool," Lesya admits, barely a whisper. "But–" she shakes her head "–what they did to me. I can't forget, and I won't forgive." But revenge is its own executioner.  

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[whereforartthoumisthios]

Hey! For the ask game, I'm torn between asking about Surprise, Surprise and she's got issues. So either or both, if you don't mind!

Thank you for asking about either, I appreciate it!

I told aeide about surprise, surprise - here's the link! (spoilers) But she's got issues is further into my Kass x Natakas story (I think it's like supposed to be chapter 8 or 9? lol) and it involves my ocs I was talking about on the server the other day. Basically, oc is not a good person and nearly got Natakas killed, but they come back to Kassandra months later for help and it's kind of like "why the hell would we trust you, much less help you!?" Working on oc's character arch I guess lol Snippet under "read more" for anyone interested!

"Cleo…What are you doing here?" Kassandra bellowed, her hands curling into fists. Cleo put her hands out.

"Kassandra, I know…I know things are not ideal between us - but I…I need your help," she pleaded. Natakas looked at Cleo then at Kassandra with furrowed eyebrows. Kassandra scrunched up her face.

"Help? You've come to me…for help?" She said, in disbelief. Cleo nodded quickly. Kassandra looked at Natakas. The gave each other slightly unsure faces before Kassandra turned her head to her mother. Myrinne stood nearby, ready to pounce on Cleo. Nikolaos, Alexios, and Darius had positioned themselves behind Natakas and Kassandra. Barnabas and Herodotus were confused as they watched what was unfolding, until they realized who was visiting the home. It was clear, everyone who loved or cared for Kassandra and Natakas were ready to back them up.

"Why would you need my help?" Kassandra said cautiously, folding her arms back up with her head tilted up. ----------------- "Why should we believe you, of all people?" Natakas spoke up, with a spice in his voice he didn't often use. Kassandra nodded in agreement, her stern gaze returning to Cleo.

"You shouldn’t…but I am asking you to trust me on this!" She exclaimed. Kassandra shook her head.

"We will never trust you, Cleo!...But, if Eleni is in danger, we need to find her. What happened, then?" Kassandra said.

#ahhh thank you for the ask! #always happy to talk about my story #ao3 #WIP #WIP game #read more #kassandra x natakas #kassandra my beloved #ask

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hi hi hiiiiiiiiii aaaaaaall so I don’t really have a good introduction, mainly because I go by nicknames… aahahhhhh lol but I’m an 18+ F (very gender apathetic tho) looking for other 18+ ppl who wanna RP some dark shyieeeeeet.

So I do have a few expectations for my RP partners that I hope aren’t too much!!

-pls be kind and patient

-I would like a mini paragraph, so like 10 lines tops (but it’s also cool if you can do more)

-communicate with me, even if it’s just a little bit!! I promise im friendly, just a little shy and awkward!

-I really only RP OC x CC, it’s just what I’m comfortable with :p I also only do doubles since it’s fair and I’m a people pleaser-

-you might have to be comfortable with a few dark themes (ofc tell me your limits and stuff! I have limits too, and I want us both to be comfortable!)

Now here’s what you’ll be expecting from me:

-there’s a slight probability I might make art of your OC’s XD

-I make 1x1 RP servers on Discord (it’s easier to manage that way :3)

-I might be a little nervous at first, that’s because I don’t often RP with other people (I’ve had too many bad experiences in the past)

-I DONT MASK ON THE INTERNET🗣️🗣️ I’m sorry, I might come off as a little too muchhh😖

-I might go a bit overboard with my responses, idk if that’ll be a good thing with you or not but don’t worry about giving me a really detailed response!!

Something I’ve been wanting to RP for some time now:

-Fallout4 (this one will have plenty of dark themes, it’s Fallout after all! I’d like it if my partner could play as Paladin Danse :3)

-Call of Cthulhu (this one will also have plenty of dark themes, because of Call of Cthulhu ofc! I’d like it if my partner could play as Edward Pierce)

-Bioshock Infinite: Burial At Sea (This one will also ofc contain plenty of dark themes since it’s Bioshock! I’d like it if my partner could play as Booker DeWitt)

-Infamous (this one probably won’t be as dark as the others, but still contains some themes. I’d like it if my partner could play as Cole MacGrath)

-Assassin’s Creed (this one won’t be as dark as the other ones, but still will contain themes!! I’d like it if my partner could play as Shay Cormac, Alexios/Kassandra, whichever one they’d like :3)

If you read this far tysm!! If you’re still interested tho, pls send a friend request at currentjoyz on Discord!

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[stormyblue90]

New chapter is up! Apologies for the delay!

@thepreciouspurrsian @my-soliloquy-chamber @the-forgotten-jenn

#Assassins Creed Odyssey #Alexios #Alexios/OC #Alexios x OC #my writing #Under Your Scars fic

[thepreciouspurrsian]

Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time 🎶

Quick aesthetics for @maximalblaze 's oc, Nira. I hope you like it ❤️

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