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littydoodlez · 4 months
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Obligatory yearly Tumblr post just so y’all know I’m still alive :D
These are all OC except the last one is something I sketched for Reigen’s birthday a whole back :P
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skyhawkstragedy · 2 years
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Another round of BB24 HG’s as Pokemon gym leaders!
Kyle (Ghost type) and Alyssa (Electric type):
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still working on Alyssa’s outfit but I based it off of the one she wore for Michael’s birthday
Who should I do next?
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livinginshambles · 5 months
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Preview: I thought you'd be different | James Potter
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Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Slytherin!Reader
Summary: A Cinderella Story, but Hogwarts. (Enemies? to lovers)
Notes: Sorry I've been mia; i wrote this today, it's all I have so the full fic will probably take a while, not proofread, mistakes blah blah, enjoy!
PS. I am currently no longer making a taglist because I can't keep up with it, I'm really sorry!
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You could still remember the moment vividly, as if it was engraved in your memory.
That moment when the sorting hat placed you in Slytherin instead of Gryffindor like your two older sisters had been sorted. You could still see the look of surprise, concern, horror and then eventually disgust, every time you closed your eyes.
“Now we finally know your true colors,” is what you sister Alyssa had hissed coldly at you. You had pleadingly looked at your other sister, but Marla had supported her twin sister, disregarding the confused and scared look in your eleven-year-old eyes.
“Don’t talk to us, don’t look at us and don’t mention us at all,” she sneered down at you and for a moment you wondered how she hadn’t been the one to be sorted into Slytherin instead. But you had cast your eyes down and agreed.
But years passed and you had become the very stereotype of a Slytherin student, completely leaning into the cold, distant, quiet but calculating persona that your sisters had created for you. Might as well, you figured after your parent’s dismay at the revelation of your house.
You were making your way down the corridor, long strides as you passed your sisters while looking them straight in the eye. They grimaced at the sight of you, but without their entire group of classmates, they didn’t dare make any comments.
A feeling of victory erupted inside of you, and you couldn’t help the small smirk that crept up your face.
“What poor soul suffered for you to look so satisfied?” You turned your head to look at the person who called out to you. James Potter and Sirius Black were both leaning against a statue in the open yard.
“Did you get rid of Regulus or something?” Sirius taunted. “Finally had enough of him following you around, did you L/N?”
“Go die in a ditch, Sirius,” you retorted with an eyeroll, but seemed unphased.
“Why so much hostility,” James unpleasantly remarked, and you halted in your step.
To be petty or not to be petty, you sighed and rolled your eyes.
“10 points from Gryffindor for loitering,” you decided.
The two marauders started to protest.
“If you have nothing to do, other than insulting students, I would love to recommend you to Professor McGonagall for detention. Heard she was still looking for the person who made all the pumpkins explode last week during Halloween, and you guys are terrible at getting rid of the evidence.” It effectively shut them up, and with a last glance up and down, you continued your way towards the room of requirement.
When you entered the sober room with a sigh, you noticed the small scrolled up piece of parchment in the middle of the room. You frowned. This was your space. The room didn’t open this space for anyone else, you made it specifically as a safe haven.
You cautiously approached the parchment and rolled it open to reveal nothing. It was completely blank. You shrugged. If the room left this here, it was meant for you, and so you took a seat and started drawing on it.
James sat in an empty room, his invisibility cloak hiding him from plain sight as he pulled the now folded paper from his back pocket. He inspected it closely, almost pressing the paper to his glasses in a curious manner.
He had gone to the Room of Requirements earlier that day and found a piece of paper floating in the air. Of course, levitating stuff wasn't that strange, but it had intrigued him nonetheless.
James unfolded the paper, and his eyebrows flew up. Lines were appearing on the paper by itself, and a beautiful portrait of a weeping willow with a girl who was crying on a bench under the tree, appeared.
James fumbled to find his quill and ink. Then he started to write something on it, in a handwriting that he only ever used for written exams.
(Credits to Professor McGonagall who had announced that she would not be grading anything she couldn’t read. And she had looked over her glasses at him while she said it.)
It’s beautiful.
You dropped the parchment at the words that formed right under your drawing. You traced it with your fingers. Then you decided to write back.
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Are you sure they like each other? (Alyssa Naeher x Reader)
Barely edited and I don't know if I happy with this, but I wanted to put something out. I hope you enjoy :)
Summary: Alyssa and reader are together, but very stoic and not affectionate in public. Think the team know they're together, apparently not. Start to question if they even like each other. Alyssa and reader turn into soft, love sick people when alone.
Warnings: Tiny bit suggestive, some swearing
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Alyssa had slipped out, taking our bags up to the room while I was surrounded by some of the team. I had offered to help, but she had insisted I stay to catch up, leaving before I could protest. Neither of us would be considered extroverts, though I was the one who liked to talk a bit more. Kristie pulled me into a tight hug before a few of the girls following suit, "How was your break Y/n?"
"It was pretty good. Alyssa and I just took it easy. Spent some time fixing up some of the stuff around the house I haven't had the time to do. Visited family, that sort of thing."
Confusion covered their faces, Kelley being the first one to speak up, "Wait. You spent the break with Alyssa?"
Now it was my turn to be confused. Alyssa and I had been together for almost 5 years, living together for 3. It wasn't something that had been hidden. Our relationship wasn't public knowledge, but friends and family knew we were together, or so I thought anyway. We weren't an affectionate couple in public or even with our friends, barely ever touching past an occasional hand on the back, a short hug after a game or if we were going to be apart. Occasionally, we would hold hands at home with family or I would lay with my head in her lap during movie night. I loved Alyssa more than words would describe, there was no doubt in my mind she felt the same. Public affection just made us both very uncomfortable.  
"Why wouldn't I? We live together."
"Wait what? You and Alyssa live together?"
"You didn't know? We weren't hiding it. You know we're together right?"
Kelley looked as if I had grown a second head, "You and Alyssa are dating? No we didn't know that! What the hell Y/n?"
Alyssa's hand touched my lower back, letting me know she was there before dropping back to her side. "What's happening here? Why is there yelling?"
"Apparently they're just finding out we live together and have been together for the last almost 5 years."
"5 years?!? And you didn't tell us?"
Even Alyssa looked confused at this point, "What do you mean didn't tell you? It was never hidden. We assumed you knew."
Accusatory glares were sent our way while Alyssa and I just stood there confused. This was not how I expected my morning to go. "You've never kissed, held hands, cuddled or done anything remotely couple like. How were we supposed to know?"
"We've held hands a few times and I sleep against her on the bus sometimes. I get her coffee and breakfast every morning, Alyssa gets me flowers every week even at camp. Pretty sure we've mentioned our anniversary before. We say 'I love you' to each other all the time. Did none of you find that weird?"
"You're always sitting next to each other on the bus so no and we just figured you were close friends or something. I think there's been one time that you've gotten flowers from her in front of us."
"I've seen that a few times actually, but its always when she seems to have a bad day," Tierna spoke up. 
Alyssa shrugged, "Well yeah, I get them every week, but if she's having a bad day then I'll get them on that day to cheer her up. Look, we just don't like PDA, we weren't hiding anything from you. We really thought you knew about us. And before you even ask, no we're not going to prove it. Now we're going to our room."
As soon as we entered our room, I flopped down on the bed, scooting over slightly when Alyssa lay down next to me. I pushed myself into her arms, leaving kisses on her jaw, her hand slipping under my shirt to draw random patterns. "You unpacked my stuff."
Alyssa held me closer, kissing my forehead. People held the impression that Alyssa disliked physical touch, which she did with most people. In reality, Alyssa loved cuddling with me, she loved holding my hand and kissing me. Just touching in general actually. When we first started dating, it was a welcome surprise. I expected some affection, but not as much as I received. There was definitely no complaints from me, I loved cuddling with my partners. "I always do, don't I?"
"You do and I appreciate it, but you don-"
She cut me off with a quick peck before speaking up not giving me the chance, "My love, how many times have you said I don't have to, yet I do it anyway?"
"Pretty much every camp," I mumbled against her neck, knowing what her response was going to be. It was always the same.
"Exactly. I do it because I love you and I want to make your day a little bit easier so how about you just accept it and let me do it."
It wasn't that I didn't like it, in fact I loved that she did it. I just always felt slightly bad when people did things for me. "Fine. I still can't believe they didn't know about us. I really thought they did."
"So did I. Maybe they just don't listen to us at all. It was all kind of entertaining though."
"It was, I can't believe they were so clueless. I have a feeling Emily is going to be annoying though. She had her mischief face on."
Alyssa's hand traveled further up my side as she rolled on top of me, "Unfortunately, I think you're right, but right now there are other things I would rather do than talk about Emily."
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Just as I sat down for breakfast, Emily and Kelley slid onto the chairs in front of me. They just stared at me until I snapped, asking what they wanted. This was not what I needed early in the morning especially when I had only been awake for like half an hour. Alyssa was always down for breakfast after me, preferring to take her time to get ready and do her puzzles, while I just wanted coffee. 
"So you and Alyssa are together right?"
"Uh yeah, why?"
"Just checking. How long have you been together?"
"Almost 5 years."
"How did you meet?"
I looked at between Emily and Kelley, trying to figure out why I was being interrogated once again, about my relationship. At this point, I was pretty sure the team believed we were lying or something. "You know this already."
"We forgot."
Alyssa approached, giving me a quick smile which I returned, "Perfect timing. I'm being interrogated about our relationship again."
"Why?"
I shrugged, pushing Alyssa's breakfast in front of her receiving a quite thank you. I didn't answer Kelley's question, instead deciding to eat breakfast before it got cold. "Are you two being forced to be together?"
Both of our heads shot up at that. It was such a ridiculous question. There would be no logical reason for us to be pretending to be together especially considering we weren't public knowledge. I bit back my laugh before answering, "What? What makes you think that? Why would that be a thing?"
Emily shrugged, "You just don't seem to like each other like that."
"Go away Kelley," Alyssa mumbled before going back to her breakfast. I ignored her again, getting up for Alyssa's coffee instead. When I returned, Kelley and Emily were still there, giving Alyssa a suspicious look. I handed Alyssa the cup before sitting down again.
"Thank you love."
Emily narrowed her eyes at us, "Suspicious."
Alyssa rolled her eyes while I flipped Emily off. This whole thing was starting to get old. "Go eat your breakfast."
Later that day, we were back in our room, enjoying the time we had before practice. Alyssa was reading, while I lay in the sun on the balcony. I started to want cuddles. I wouldn't say I was clingy because it was true. We could spend hours doing completely different things. Sometimes though, I just craved touching or being held by her. I gave her a few minutes before calling out to her, knowing she would come to me without hesitation.
Alyssa groaned, but got up, slipped off her shirt and sat down behind me with my head in her lap. We met in the middle, lips connecting briefly before I wiggled around to get into a better position. Alyssa eyebrows raised, amusement shining in her eyes, "Comfortable?"
I smirked, lacing my fingers with hers that rest on my stomach, "Very. Do you like me Lyssa? Is someone forcing you to date me?"
"Not even a little bit. Don't you know I'm only with you for your body?" 
"That's what I thought. Maybe I should confess that I'm only with you for your abs."
She smirked at my response, "I had my suspicions. You're obsessed."
"Not my fault they're great abs."
Fingers ran through my hair as Alyssa leant down to kiss my forehead, "You know I love you right Y/n/n? I don't want you to ever doubt that because I don't show you affection in public."
"You know how I feel about PDA, I don't like it, I never have. I have never once doubted your love for me Alyssa and I hope you haven't doubted mine. I love you."
"Good. I have never doubted your love either."
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Anger and worry coursed through me when I saw Alyssa go down. It was always my worst fear during games, but it didn't really happen during practice. I know we got competitive, there was no reason for it to happen during practice though. I ran up, kneeling beside her, hand grabbing hers, "Are you okay Lys?"
"This ones going to hurt," Alyssa winced, but quickly grabbed my arm when I turned to Rose who had taken her out. "Hey, it's not her fault, it was an accident. Go see if she's okay and be nice."
I took a breath to calm myself down before walking up to Rose. Rose started fidgeting nervously as I walked up to her, "Hey, are you okay Rose?"
"Y-yeah. S-sorry"
I hugged her, feeling her relax against me. Hugs weren't necessarily my favourite thing except when it was with Alyssa, but I knew Rose liked them and I didn't want her to feel bad. It wasn't actually her fault. "Rosie, it was an accident. Don't beat yourself up because of it, but maybe don't make a habit of taking out out keeper during practice, we kinda need her."
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"You guys coming to dinner?"
"Uh yeah, just going to drop our stuff off."
Once we were in our room, Alyssa sat on the edge of the bed as I knelt behind her, arms wrapping around her shoulders loosely. She lent back against me with a sigh, kissing my hand. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Think my shoulder might bruise, but I'm okay hun. Don't worry so much."
I lift her shirt over her head, lips meeting the spot that was already starting to bruise then moving around to her neck, cheek and lips, "You know I can't help worrying about you, even if it's a bit ridiculous."
Alyssa turned around, pushing me back and hovering over me, "Well, I'm the same so I can't really say anything. I love you Y/n/n."
I looped my arm around the back of her neck, pulling her down so I could peck her lips, "I love you Lys, but you need to get off cause we need to go down for dinner."
She rolled off me with one final kiss before standing up, "Fine."
"Shirt."
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My eyes fluttered open to the feeling of lips being pressed to every part of my face and neck. I giggled, arms wrapping around her neck to bring her lips to mine. You wouldn't guess it, but Alyssa always kissed me softly, as if I was something precious. It honestly drove me crazy. 
Alyssa pulled away slowly, grin plastered across her face, "Happy anniversary love."
My grin matched her, as I pecked her lips, "Happy anniversary Lys. I love you."
We spent a little longer in bed than usual, lazy kisses and cuddles shared before reluctantly dragging our selves out of bed and into the shower. Unfortunately, we had training today so we couldn't give in to the clear desires we both had, instead rushing through the shower and downstairs before there was anymore temptation and we ended up late. 
Alyssa and I were discussing dinner plans when we walked into the meal room. We never went out on our anniversary, always staying in and just being with each other in the comfort of our own home. This year was different because we were in a hotel, but we would make do. Just as we sat down, Kelley sat across from us, our conversation ending as we waited for her to say something. "Do you guys even like each other? I mean you guys just seem so indifferent around each other, sure you talk and even joke around sometimes, but it's no different then if you were talking to team mates, we've never heard you talk about anything remotely relationship like."
My arm rest on the back of Alyssa's chair, playing with the baby hairs at the base of her neck. That wasn't a usual occurrence, but it was our anniversary. I was feeling a mix of different, slightly overwhelming emotions from love to happiness, and nerves from the fact I was proposing tonight. I just wanted to be close to her right now and the usual leg against mine wasn't enough. Alyssa must have sensed it because her hand rest on my thigh under the table, squeezing gently as I spoke, "Of course we do. We were literally just talking about our plans tonight for our anniversary."
"That was talk about your anniversary? It sounded like you were talking about grocery shopping."
"We were, but in relation to our anniversary."
"So what are you going to do for your anniversary?"
"Chill out in our hotel room. We never do anything big."
"Yeah okay. That tracks with the appearance of your relationship."
Alyssa had gone back to our room after training while I had gone to the store to pick up a few snacks to sneak in and some flowers for her. She always got me flowers so I wanted to return the favour for once. We were planning on ordering in and watching movies before likely ending the night doing inappropriate cuddling.  It was our favourite way to spend our anniversaries. Thankfully, we had an off day tomorrow so we could get away with it. 
After placing the bag down on the table, I called out for Alyssa, getting a response from the bathroom almost instantly. My arms wrapped around Alyssa when she emerged from the bathroom, leaving a lingering kiss against her lips. Her eyes dropped down to the bouquet in my hand, a small smile appearing. "This isn't your actual gift, but you always get me flowers so I thought it was my turn. Your gift is running late."
"They're beautiful, thank you Y/n/n. You know you didn't have to get me anything."
"I know, but you also always get me something despite me saying the same thing, therefore shut up."
Alyssa laughed, pushing me away gently and taking the flowers, "You speak to me so romantically my love."
I pulled her back into me, peppering her face with kisses, "I love you."
"I love you. I ordered dinner already, it should be here soon. Also here," Alyssa handed out a small wrapped box. Inside was a gold chain with a small keepers glove attached. It was something I had mentioned wanting, a way to have her close when she wasn't there physically. 
"You remembered. I love it Lys."
"Of course I did."
After a short make out session and dinner, we cuddled up in bed to watch a movie. Maybe 15 minutes had passed before I started getting restless. My focus dropped from the movie, instead playing with Alyssa's fingers. I never was the best at staying still. My mind soon drifted to the pool downstairs, it had been a while since I got to go and the urge was suddenly there.  
When I shifted position once again, Alyssa chuckled and paused the movie, "I've lost you haven't I?"
I grinned up at her, kissing her softly. Alyssa always knew me so well. "Do you want to go swimming? It's late so no one will be around."
Alyssa knew I loved swimming so she agreed pretty easily, after some teasing of course. We made our way down to the pool, both wearing tank tops and shorts. No one was around so it didn't matter what we wore. I jumped straight in, swimming around a bit while Alyssa sat on the edge of the pool. After a few minutes, I swam up between Alyssa's legs resting my arms on them as I lent up connecting our lips in a lingering kiss. 
"Come in."
"It's cold."
"Love, it's a heated pool."
"Okay fine, I just enjoy watching you swim around."
"But, if you come in then we can cuddle, kiss," My hand ran up the inside of her thigh, "Touch."
Alyssa instantly slid into the pool, arm wrapping around me and pulling me against her. "You're a tease."
My hands slipped under her tank top, nails scratching down her back and over her stomach, "It's only teasing if I leave it at that. Just wait until we get ba-"
A loud voice interrupted the moment, annoyance crossing Alyssa's face as she stepped back slightly, but didn't let me go. "Oh my god! They really are together."
I groaned, turning to glare at Emily and Kelley, "Fuck off and stop ruining our anniversary."
Once they were out of sight again, I pulled myself out of the pool, Alyssa rest on my legs as I had done earlier. "What are you doing?" 
I pulled the towel that I had hidden the little black box in closer. Inside was a a plain gold band with a round cut diamond. Alyssa didn't often wear jewelry and she liked simple things so I knew she would love it. "I have something for you."
"You waited until we were at the pool to give it to me?"
"Well it wasn't the original plan, but I got nervous." My fingers laced with hers, Alyssa looking up at me curiously. "Never in my life did I think I would fall for someone as hard or fast as I did with you. From the boring, quiet days at home spent doing housework or errands to the movie nights and dinner dates, I love living life with you. I love the adventures we've had, I love working with you, fuck, I just love being with you Alyssa. I look forward to every new day because I get to do it with you. With you by my side, anything is possible. This is a shit speech, but I'm nervous and you love me anyway."
Alyssa chuckled, tears already forming in her eyes before I revealed the little box. "I love you Alyssa, I love you so much more than I thought possible. I want to live life with you forever. With that being said, Alyssa Naeher will you marry me?"
Arms wrapped around my waist tightly, lips connecting with mine, in a soft, emotional kiss, "Yes, yes I will marry you Y/n."
I slipped the ring on her finger, connecting our lips again. Alyssa pulled away too soon for my liking, reaching for her own towel, pulling out a black box similar to the one I had moments before. Alyssa opened it, revealing a plain rose gold band with three small gems set into it. I soon realised it was both our birth stones and one I wasn't quite sure of. "You beat me to it, but will you marry me Y/n?"
"I suppose I can't say no seeing as I just gave you a ring."
Alyssa laughed, sliding the ring onto my finger before kissing me again. "These are our birthstones, what's this one?"
"When we first started dating."
"I love it, I love you."
A crash from behind us instantly caught our attention. About half the team stood there, sheepish smiles in place and a phone pointed in our direction. Seeing as they were caught, everyone started talking over each other, congratulations being thrown our way. I rolled my eyes, turning back to Alyssa. "Let's get out of here before they surround us. We have celebrating to do."
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dreamlandcreations · 8 months
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• chapter 1 • ñuha dāria • my queen •
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Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader
Summary: Daemon is about to meet his match...
Warnings (and some ramblings): physical description vaguely (?) described and implied by relation, not gonna spoil the plot but there's gonna be targcest (come on, it's Daemon), other canon stuff (violence, death/murder, sex, misogyny, calling children bastards), Daemon is about 21 (according to canon, you'll see what I mean), reader is younger by at least two years; twisting up canon: Alyssa died within the year of Daemon's birth, Queen Alysanne is still alive and the Daemon-Rhea wedding has not happened yet, the fight is basically the Geralt vs Renfri fight (if you want visuals bc I suck at describing it 😅), bit of insta love, enemies to lovers (sort of), it's mostly from Daemon's POV, not proofread at all
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• 102 AC • Winterfell •
Daemon was warned to behave before most of the House of the Dragon parted from King's Landing but he was called the Rouge Prince for a reason.
The tourney was held on the second day of their stay and he had not shown himself in public until then, content to spend his first day in the North reading under the heart tree.
Daemon always loved dramatic entrances, always seeking attention that he seemingly only gets when he is misbehaving. So he was ready to wreak havoc during the event that was supposed to be a friendly match between the great houses.
As a prince, he got to choose his first opponent, and who else would it be than a Hightower. He spared a smirk to that cunt of a Hand before he marched ahead to win with brutal precision, sending his opponent's horse and the knight himself to the ground.
The horrified gasps and then the loud cheering from the crowd only made his smirk wider. Daemon looked over the high seats from where the Targaryens, Velaryons and Starks watched the show. He immediately noted three empty seats, two besides Lord Stark - no doubt one of them was his brother's or cousin's whose helmeted figure Daemon had seen in the line of knights - and one by the King.
Since his grandmother, the Queen, was not present due to her illness, the only one who was sending him scolding glares was his brother, Viserys. The old king just sighed at the scene, while Corlys and Rhaenys sat there, amused, like parents watching a naughty child.
The next challenges were won just as easily as the first, although none of them was even remotely close to that savage end the Hightower boy had to suffer.
While the Prince usually didn't bother to watch the others, this time that Stark was drawing attention with his effortless wins. Prompting the people to make guesses and bets if a wolf could win against a dragon. Well, they were about to find out.
The first round shattered his opponent's shield but, to his astonishment, he stayed upright in the saddle. Daemon was smirking as usual but this time a tiny bit of admiration made his eyes glint in a softer light.
He could tell the little wolf would go down in the next round but he didn't expect to be taken with him too. The dragon prince's blood was singing at meeting a worthy opponent who was just as determined to win, no matter the cost.
The boy must have known he had no chance to stay on the horse, so instead of attacking Daemon as would be proper and expected, he somehow hooked his spear under his arm, yanking him back with the force of his own fall.
Both of you heavily landed on the ground, the impact crushing the air from your lungs and making it unable to move for a long moment. The spectating people were holding their breath, waiting to see if you were, well, alive or not.
The cheering was deafening as you got to your feet and proceeded to fight with swords.
Without wasting another second, you marched forward. Stabbing in his direction, aiming for his head and swinging at his neck with the same momentum once your initial blow missed its target.
The prince leaned away from each attack and his sword met yours at the third strike. He let you lead the fight for a few more clashes but he paused to assess you as he blocked a blow that meant to hit his legs.
Daemon straightened and stepped back, pushing your sword away with his and striking down with a high swing of Dark Sister. Your sword met his again, protesting under the finer steel.
To spare your weapon the worst of the hit, you focused on meeting the side of the blade while avoiding the edge and rolling the swords, trying to dislodge the weapon from his grip.
To unsuccessful stabbing attempts later you made a move at his head again. He ducked down, then didn't hesitate to use the opportunity of the few seconds you left yourself open.
You didn't expect a hit by his other hand and certainly not the following kick that sent you to the ground. Unfortunately, this resulted in losing your helmet.
Daemon paused at the sight.
It was no brother or cousin of their host, not even a boy as he suspected from the lighter build of the armour but a girl with the features of a Stark, the infamous wild beauty of the North, Lord Stark's niece by his late sister.
For the second time during this event, a unanimous scandalized gasp was heard from the crowd right before loud the protests of his brother and your uncle reached the two of you as they forbade you to continue the fight.
At that, your still bewildered expression turned into something Daemon was extremely familiar with. Blinding, all-consuming, untamed rage at being denied.
The Targaryen prince grinned wickedly at you but before you could turn your anger on him, he tore off his helmet, throwing it away and subtly nodding at you, giving you the approval to attack him and continue the fight. The answering spark in your eyes before you charged at him made his heart skip a beat.
It was similar to how you started the first time. He let you advance, then half-heartedly attacked back, ending the session with another backhanded slap before he pushed you backwards until your back met the edge of the fighting arena.
"You are holding back." You practically spat the accusation at him through gritted teeth while holding your sword to block his. Although with the way he took hold of your hand, making sure that your blade did not cut into your throat proved that you might as well let go altogether and would still be safe from any harm.
The world around you seized to exist as the prince pressed a little closer. Answering with an infuriatingly smug grin. "It would be unforgivable to hurt a little lady like you."
"You just hit me," you scoffed.
"You'll live."
"If you won't start fighting properly, you will not." The menacingly low threat made chills run down his spine, eliciting a low chuckle out of him that was definitely a mistake.
Then 'the little lady' pulled a knife on him.
Daemon grunted at the pain of being stabbed in his side. He looked at you with disbelief, the blade went through his armour like it wasn't even there. Valyrian steel.
It was enough distraction. You pushed him away, attacking with the dagger and the sword simultaneously and if you were a little less aggravated, you'd be impressed with the way he blocked your attacks with not just his sword but bare hand fight combined before he started to use his sword more like a shield.
Swords crossed, you paused.
Daemon could have swiped your legs, and you could have stabbed him with the dagger again but you were too busy trying to make it a show that you could overpower him and he was just too pissed to let you go easy.
In a blink of an eye, you were kneeling on the ground with your opponent's blade digging into your shoulder. Although he was careful not to cut too deep, he was not above the pettiness of giving you a scar in return for his.
A half groan, half gasp sound was the only indication of your pain and Daemon felt a moment of regret before he was consumed by flames from deep within that seemed to be seeded in the pull he felt towards you from the moment he laid his eyes on you. He found your rage and your inner fire, which was clearly visible in your determination and anger at the present, mesmerisingly beautiful.
He became distracted again. It was enough for you to be able to move and swipe at his leg, cutting him with the dagger before you stood and faced him with a challenging stance.
A few seconds of silent discussion followed, with him letting you know he will give you what you wished for if you continue, warning you that he will not hold back anymore.
You grinned, attacking him, again using both weapons, with some moves applying them like a single extended weapon.
Then he put you in a difficult position. Stopping the dagger by grabbing it, he was forcing you to stay still not by strength but by thrusting you that you would not want to permanently damage him.
If you pulled away now, he would lose at least a few fingers if not his hand altogether. Both of you gritted your teeth, mostly in pain but it showed more like anger, which made it seem like you were practically snarling at the other.
With barely clutching the handles, you pry his hand off enough to only graze him. And it leaves you vulnerable.
You almost lost your weapons when he immediately attempted to disarm you. Then he truly advanced, forcing you to defend yourself and back away. He was relentlessly stabbing and swinging with Dark Sister in your direction.
Then it was over, he took your sword. Holding you at the end of his blade, telling you to yield.
It was only then that you heard the crowd again. Cheering at the incredibly fast and hard-to-follow battle they just witnessed.
Despite the loud audience, Daemon still heard as you sighed with annoyance, keeping eye contact with him as you threw your dagger to the ground, refusing to do more or say the words.
He smiled, this time with pure amusement only. He stepped away, letting you breathe freely and to his further entertainment dropped to the ground to sit and rest or pout like a child. It was hard to guess and that made him enjoy the scene even more.
You were so busy with pealing away the suffocating armour where you could reach and the impending scolding that you knew was coming the moment you tied up your cousin and took his place, that you didn't pay attention when the prince received the flower crown or what he was planning to do with it.
Feeling the crown of winter roses placed on your head, you look up, wide eyes meeting with the Rogue Prince's mischievous gaze as he offers his hand and helps you stand. Without letting go, he bends a little, kissing the back of your hand as he murmurs, "My queen."
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Author's Note- Well, just because I love Matt Smith and Daemon Targaryen though I have not watched House of the Dragons.
Thank you and Enjoy your reading!
Realm's Desire
Daemon Targaryen x Sister!Reader
Part 1 ☆ Part 2 ☆ Part 3
Warnings- I think it gets angst-y towards the last. Daemon is himself a warning and jealous Daemon is certainly a warning. Mentions of arranged marriage, typical Westros stuff I guess.
GIF credits to @torahana
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Summary- (Y/N) Targaryen was the youngest daughter of Baelon and Alyssa Targaryen, two years junior to Daemon. If Rhaenyra was the Realm's Delight, then (Y/N) was Realm's Desire.
Daemon had never thought in his life that he did have to watch (Y/N), from a distance, dancing and laughing with Jason Lannister. As a princess, (Y/N) had to fulfill her duties and somehow, being able not to deny a lord with a dance was one of them.
Daemon never ever felt this jealous about anyone. He was aware that everyone in the realm found his sister attractive- she was undeniably gorgeous after all- but never had he thought that his sister found anyone good enough to pay her attention to except himself.
They had been close since childhood. Best friends attached to each others hip, sharing stories and secrets. That companionship soon changed into something more. Their innocent laughter and conversations of night changed into soft whispers and promises of forever.
(Y/N) could feel a heated gaze of someone on her backs. From the corner of her eyes, she spotted Daemon glaring at Jason. A small smirk plastered on her face. Maybe dancing with Lannister is not that bad, she thought to herself.
"... and once I killed a huge boar on my own, my princess," Jason Lannister finished one of his many boring stories of his "greatness". (Y/N) smiled in a flirty way, stepping a bit closer to him. "Oh really, my lord? I am sure, it would have been delicious," she whispered, looking at him through her lashes.
"It really was delicious, my beautiful princess," Jason said with a victorious smile. (Y/N) could see Daemon move from his place on the table, moving towards them with murderous gaze directed to the Lion of the Rocks.
Jason had started another pathetic story about some hunt when Daemon interrupted them. "Sister, wouldn't you spare your lovely brother a dance?" It was not a question but a straight and direct order for his sister to comply with.
"It seems we have to cut our dance short, my lord," (Y/N) curtsied and placed her hand in Daemon's extended one, leaving a dumbfounded Jason behind.
Daemon possessive hand on (Y/N)'s waist, stepping close to her such that their chest were almost touching. His breath danced over her face, making her gasp a bit. Their bodies moved in a sync, something that always have happened. Smooth steps, gliding between hundreds; they were in their own world.
"Ao vestragon naejot raqagon aōha jēda lēda bona nādrēsy," (You seem to enjoy your time with that bastard) Daemon's deep voice whispered close near (Y/N)'s ear, an involuntary gasp leaving her throat. "Gaomas ziry jenigon ao, lēkia?" (Does it bother you, brother?) Their mother tongue danced over their lips, so effortlessly and melodic.
Daemon's grip on her waist tightened, drawing her closer. "Kostilus, dōna hāedar." (Perhaps, sweet sister) The smirk on (Y/N)'s face was smug, her mission accomplished. "Sir, ao gīmigon skoros jān rȳ tolvie rēbagon tubis," (Now, you know what I go through every passing day) she gritted through her teeth, glaring at the Rogue Prince.
"I fail to understand you, my little sister," Daemon said amusingly, glancing back to where their brother sat. Viserys had never been a fan of Daemon staying near (Y/N). He had always though Daemon would taint their sweet, little sister's innocence though, Daemon won't blame Viserys for thinking such things. After all, he had a certain reputation in the court.
"You are completely aware of what I mean. Watching you wed that woman from Vale," (Y/N) said, jealousy dancing in her voilet eyes. Daemon let out a chuckle. "And who says she is an issue?" Daemon asked, an amusing smile on his face.
(Y/N) snorted loudly, finding his amusement, annoying. "If you aren't aware, brother," she hissed, glaring at the representative of Vale in the court. "You can't marry me until she is gone or your marriage is annulled."
Daemon always knew it but why couldn't he wed her in the traditions of their house? Aegon the Conqueror had two wives, both of them his sisters. Then what was the problem, if Daemon wanted to have two wives, one of whom doesn't even care about his existence.
"You are aware that I have tried talking to Viserys about it, my dear," Daemon said, the amusing smile slowly vanishing as the conversation turned serious. "Viserys had called me last evening to talk about my betrothal. He wishes to marry me off to Stark," (Y/N) said, her (E/C) eyes casted downwards.
"Stark? Is he mad?" Daemon sneered. They had stopped dancing ages ago, now, standing between the laughing and dancing couples. "Dragons don't live in cold, (Y/N). We deserve to be here," he continued, gripping her waist tightly.
"Is everything alright here?" A voice made (Y/N) pull away, turning to find their niece, Rhaenyra, standing there with a coy smile. "Yes, Nyra," (Y/N) replied with a stiff smile.
"Father wished to introduce you to your betrothed," Rhaenyra informed the pair, glancing cautiously towards Daemon. (Y/N) nodded with a fake smile plastered on her face. "Thank you for sharing this with me, Nyra. I will be gone then," she said, turning to face Daemon whose eyes were now hard and cold like the North itself. "Thank you for the dance, brother."
With those words, Daemon watched as she slipped through the crowd, making her way to their brother and the Wolf of the North. "You messed up, uncle," Rhaenyra whispered gently, leaving Daemon behind to join her aunt.
"(Y/N), sister, meet Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and your betrothed," Viserys introduced with a warm smile. (Y/N) dipped down in a curtsey, smiling at the older man. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my lord." The customary sentence was said and met by just a stern nod.
Cregan Stark was just how (Y/N) had imagined him to be. Stern and cold just us the books define the Starks to be. She had always heard that Starks were honorable people. She hoped it was true.
"Your engagement will be announced tomorrow in the court, dear. And perhaps, in a moon's time, you will be wed; if Lord Stark allows," Viserys said, glancing at Cregan for confirmation. Cregan nodded stiffly. "I would be fine with anything you wish, your grace," he replied.
"Then it is sealed," Viserys cheerful voice seemed too distant as (Y/N) glanced at Daemon. Duty was the death of love, and it seemed (Y/N) has to do her duty to the crown and forget her love in the process.
Her fate was sealed and this time, unlike other times, she didn't fight it anymore.
Author's Note- Let me know what you think and if you want a Part 2 of this.
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You want some oc questions i'll give you some oc questions:
For those that dye their hair, do they have hair dying hangouts and if so, at whose house?
Do any of them have pets?
And do you have any other personality "identifiers" like zodiac or meyers briggs stuff for them? Oooh maybe like their animal crossing personality (if you've ever played that)
Thanks for your questions!!!
hmm I've never really considered this! Gia and Theo probably would, she has bright blue hair and at some point Theo gets pink hair. Also they're married so it makes the most sense hahaha... Dimitri and Oli might too, Dimitri's purple and Oli is blond but the back/underneath of his hair is black.
Oh and I'm just now remembering that Dimitri and Liv definitely do this together. I even drew them, this takes place at a way later part in the story.
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It would make a cute non-canon illustration to draw them all doing their hair together though!
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This is Dimitri's elderly beagle Fenway!! and also a TERRIBLE doodle of Lennon (very outdated design) with Alyssa's cats from January 2020. (I was a college animation major and trying to gear my art style closer to some cartoony stuff) One of Alyssa's cat's name is Plumbob. I thought for sure we had names for the other two but I can't find it in my notes at all! Eventually Lennon and Alyssa get two more cats together and Lennon names them Monopoly and Xerox. Alyssa's dream pet is a cow and she wants to name it Peanut Butter!!
Here is most of the character's birthdays and signs and some MBTI
Lennon McManus - June 21 1986. Cancer. ISFP.
Dimitri William Stanley Wretzky - October 3 1983. Libra. ENFP
Enzo Vincenzo - November 1 1986. Scorpio. ISTJ
Theodore (Theo) Stussy - February 20 1984. Pisces.
Olivier LaBlanc - April 2 1985. Aries.
Olivia (Liv) Godding - July 30 1985. Leo.
Rosalynn (Rosie) Langley - January 28 1986. Aquarius.
Parker (Park) Oakley  - December 3 1989. Sagittarius.
Alyssa (needs a last name ahhhh) - May 19 1989. Taurus.
I'd give them animal crossing personality types but the categories are too narrow? If that makes sense.
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Terminal and the Inspirations from Other Places
Around the start of the month I did a big post on Terminal and how the Matrix inspired it as well as generally espounding on my thoughts around influence, pastiche, and analogues. I found it interesting, and some people enjoyed reading it, so I figured I'd do a post on all the other things that inspired Terminal.
Ok, almost definitely not covering all the other things. But some of them. The big ones maybe. Or the thing that are easiest for me to explain.
(This will also involve previewing some of the full game. Any art in this post is by Gormengeist and any completed layout was done by me, while any text will have been written by me and edited by Alyssa.)
Let's start of by sharing the Inspirations and Influences pages from the book itself.
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Some of these will only probably ever make sense to me, and that's fine, that's how creating things goes. I won't go linearly, I guess I'll go in order of what seems important. At least to start, I'll probably end up following some whims.
Black Sails/Treasure Island
I think this is something I got asked on both The Weekly Scroll, by Zach on This is Your Lifepath, and also just by people. "Why'd you add pirates?"
I actually tried looking through some notepads where I first jotted down ideas to see if I recorded my actual thought process as it happened. No dice. "Zion as Pirates" is one of the earliest notes I have.
I think my early logic was about avoiding just doing a complete 1-2-1 of how reality was in the Matrix. First this just started as "I don't wanna do the sun blocked out thing and the energy stuff" and I think that evolved into the shattered moon and flooded Earth which made arriving at pirates logical; sailing the seas rather than jetting around underground tunnels.
It was in righting and exploring these early ideas I found a resonance with pirates that made me excited to make that such a core part of the book; themes about rejecting society and civilization, loyalty among a crew, the idea of being an outlaw, the Robot Authority as the British Navy.
Being honest the line I often used of "The Matrix x Black Sails" was more using Black Sails as a touchstone to convey an idea, rather than crediting for my conception of pirates. It speaks to a pirate epic and the focus on pirates creating a home.
Libertatia was down as the placeholder name "Pirate Island" for much longer than you'd expect (I think I had some crews written at this time but nothing about the setting). Someone suggested the name when I asked for ideas and doing some research the pirate legend ended up informing the development of the setting. Libertatia is implicitly anarcho-communist rather than the more heirachy based structure of Zion seen in the Matrix films.
I also like how this created such a different relationship with your home setting that the one in Inevitable, the books system influence which focuses on protecting a kingdom. In Inevitable you are given quests by your king, or more often the king's advisors, and you're an agent of a crumbling monarchy. In Terminal people suggest things that someone should deal with but none of the NPCs have any authority or ability to command your characters, you have to choose to listen to them.
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Twin Peaks/Lost Highway/Blue Velvet
I'll go to this next as it was the third influence that got shouted out in articles. The answer to "why" Lynch was such an influence is basically that I'm a fan and so his work is on my mind frequently enough that it's a common influence.
The sort of eery dream-logic is part of the influence, though that also draws from lots of other things. I notice dream logic or living dreams are a recurrent theme in a lot of my work, which is interesting for someone who never remembers any dreams. The way your dreams are walked through by sinister forces was definitely aping some of Fire Walk with Me.
The inclusion of doppelgangers, of yourself, of people you love, people who loved you, that's coming from the Return for sure. It's also hitting a theme of embracing your own imperfections and messiness as some of these antagonist doppelgangers are explicitly versions built around expectations characters couldn't or wouldn't live up to.
The Puppeteer, a villainous program who strives to manipulate people emotions to inflict psychological torture, has some of the Mystery Man from Lost Highway in him as well as the Man from Another Place's desire for armonbozia" (pain and sorrow). The fact that The Seer, our prophetic program who serves as a tense pirate ally, is always met on a lost highway is more in the realm of a reference.
The Crash, the name for Terminal's major story arcs, Tortures of the Killer combines a lot of Lynch influence. The Killer has influences from Frank from Blue Velvet and BOB from Twin Peaks though without the sexual violence being a major aspect of the character, instead the Killer's focus is in blackmail and threats. The video tape element draws from Lost Highway while the setting of that scenario draws on Blue Velvet as well.
A pair of linked characters, The Arm and someone more mysterious, are another thing more in the realm of reference rather than attempted analogue. I think the big influence for those characters is my own interest in the ideas of partitioning off aspects of yourself, and then having to deal with those aspects brought to life, because of some of my personal experience.
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Paprika
Paprika was the fourth big influence I explicitly shouted out in marketing. This relates to the dream hopping element.
In Terminal freeing someone from the simulation involves delving into their dreams and guiding them to a door they must open to wake themselves up. The reason I came up with this was that basically because of how the red pill/blue pill symbolism got used after the release of the Matrix I felt I needed to avoid anything to close to that. Dream delving came to me probably because of my aforementioned fixation on dreams in fiction, and also the way that distinction between dreaming and waking is so blurred in Neo's early life.
It also put me in the mind of Paprika, which in turn influenced the Crash The Dying Dream, specifically the Dream Parade influenced a lot of how that developed. I think following a whim I'll do a section on all the stuff that ended up combo-ing to form this Crash, cause it's maybe an interesting insight into how I wrote.
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The Dying Dream
My memory isn't super exact but I recall the early writing process in Terminal, once the big central idea and themes were sketched out, involved some jotted down ideas for Crashes and then I ended up writing a big list of characters. I think I wrote a document of routine programs, a document of obsolete programs, a document of Robot Authority characters, a document of Special Agents (at that time called officers) and a document of pirates. I think with some characters written I began combining them with Crash ideas that i started writing in full.
There was a lot of jumping around. This wasn't an linear process at all. There were some ideas for Crashes that could quashed and then ended up creating other parts of the story (initially finding the Omen was a Crash and they were going to be an NPC, quashing that Crash came with jumping to writing the stuff about characters becoming Omen, together). I interrupted this to properly sketch out Libertatia and with that came a lot of new pirates. I think there's a chance the Hedonist has an associated Crash at some point before I decided I liked her better as an a sort-of-not-really ally.
Anyway when I wrote the Special Agents I had a few ideas; a "standard" agent who exposed the ways other deviated, a agent deliberately created as a woman to poke at gender-based hang-ups some characters could have, 0 our agent-turned-malware and then a pair of agents; one who'd been corrupted and deleted and their partner who's reaction to this was question everything they thought they knew.
(The reason I initially named the Special Agents Officers was to make them seem a little further away from the Matrix agents, but once I decided on this angle with a character questioning their role I enjoyed the wordplay in fact that the agents lack agency so renamed them.)
So I had this pair but no idea what Crash they'd end up in. The Archivist was an early Crash, the idea for Multipled by 0 came early on, "hacked pirates" was the note that lead Corruptions of The Passenger. But I was a little stuck on Crashes full stop and none of them served as a home for these two agents, and I wanted these two in the book.
I ended up thinking about Inevitable and what purpose the story arcs, called Dooms there, played. The Tower Wizards Doom takes your cadre into the dangerous Wizard's Bluff to retrieve a dangerous artefact that's crash landed there. I tried to think of what a Crash could look like where the threat wasn't a specific character but a situation.
This brought me to the Dream Parade from Paprika and so I settled on a dying dreamer's nightmares corrupting a domain. The corrupted agent I had in my notes (Special Agent 7) got changed to have been corrupted by this situation and their partner (Special Agent 5) had a place as a possible obstruction, ally, or strange encounter.
Figuring out what the artefact at the centre of the Dying Dream was was part of what lead to Transmit, the last Omen, emerging as such a major character (the other thing that contributed to this was the need for the Omen code to have been modified) and that lead to a hidden story arc in the book that reflects some of the core themes about the power of positive connection being able to save you from people who want to control you and make you feel crazy.
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Some Smaller Inlfuences, Explained as Well as I Can
The Wizard of Oz is on the list partly for doppelgangers, but also partly for the way its influence is felt in The Matrix and David Lynch's work (hence Lynch/Oz, the video essay film, being included). It's also there because the character of The Wizard, an obsolete program with the power of recognition, the ability to see what's already there, is an extended Wizard of Oz joke.
Inception is there because of dream hopping, even though my version of dreams is much more Paprika than Inception.
Stuff like Fallen Angels, Taxi Driver, and Fight Club are there for a mood that I was channelling in writing at certain points. I find making these lists interesting, when I do them, because I could restrict to to the obvious, explainable stuff, but personally I like including things where my only explanation was "I was thinking of it while writing and maybe that bled in".
Pacific Rim is there because the description of drift compatibility and the neural handshake influenced the way I described becoming the Omen and connecting your hearts to share the code. (I do find it interesting which things I knew were influencing me as i was writing - Matrix, Twin Peaks, Paprika, etc - vs things I only really noticed after the fact like this Pacific Rim influence).
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I mentioned in the Matrix influences post that The Hedonist was partly influenced by Carrie Ann Moss's character in Mass Effect 2. That's part of why that's on the list. The other thing is that the eventual way I settled on travel (a map for the Wake with various mind docks that you travel to via sea and then plug you into different domains) was partly influenced by the way the overworld space travel worked in the game.
Transistor influenced depictions of certain places; the inner workings of the Terminal, corrupted domains on the verge of system crash. Additionally it was something that I think, this is a part in reflection, influenced two character's relationship.
Metal Gear Solid was an influence of the tagline "Digital Pirate Action", I think there were other reasons I added it to the list though I can't recall them right now.
Finding Yeezus, a pop culturual investigate docu series about the creator of a viral ARG game, is on the list for being part of what got me thinking about the Matrix again so much.
The music list is mainly music I listened to while writing, in some cases certain lyrics felt very resonant to me.
Monsterhearts and Apocalypse World are there, and there together, because there's an optional move around physical intimacy and in developing that I read back over the sex moves in both games.
Dream Askew and Dream Apart is credited because of how the "Pick questions to ask left and right" technique became a big part of character creation.
Orbital Blues is there as it influenced some of the ship creation stuff.
Influence Comes from Lots of Places
So like I said a YouTube series is there because it was part of what got me thinking about the Matrix again. It wasn't the main thing though. That was because my therapist at the time used multiple Matrix metaphors with me in sessions. (I managed to resist replying to her first question of "Have you seen the Matrix?" with "Yeah, I'm trans" and I'll never get enough credit for that).
I like learning about the things that inspire people. I do a whole podcast about, so you'd hope that's the case. But I know that's not always as clear cut as influences from other works of art. That's a big thing, obviously, and it's a thing that can help with marketing in a way that talking therapy doesn't. But this life stuff is also pretty huge.
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This is the title page for Terminal (subject to change, credits for the stretch goal writers need to be added in). I think the thanks are as important, honestly more important, in terms of saying what made the book what it is. In many ways Terminal is a break-up album. If it's a love letter to anything it's to my best friend before it's to the Matrix. It's about the way I've felt crazy, and against the people who wanted me to feel that way. One of the domains is a thinly veiled Canary Wharf because that's a place I really hate. Also auteur theory is bullshit and the book is also only what it is because of Gormengeist and Alyssa in combination with me.
When it comes out I hope people like it, and I sincerely believe this book is great and enjoying it doesn't rely on understanding any of the things I've spent two overly-long tumblr posts going on about.
“The connection we share is deeper than the sea, realer than blood and tougher than steel blades. It’s the connection you feel when you look at someone and know that you are the same, that they’re one of yours and you’re one of theirs.” - Ariadne
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Is it okay to ask some Zoé x Cosette content?
Zoé can and will carry Cosette. No reason. They just like carrying her at any given time
But when there’s an Akuma, Cosette’s the one carrying Zoé to safety since she knows all the best hiding spots
Once, Cosette dyed the white streaks in their hair rainbow, and Zoé got a nosebleed
They’re part of ‘The cool secret-disaster sapphic who looks like they don’t simp gets together with the goddess all-around-disaster sapphic’ club with Frida and Cleo, Alyssa and Emma, Jirou and Yaoyorozu, Luz and Amity, and Catra and Adora
Cosette is always doing Zoé’s nails. Why? Because Zoé keeps biting them. In return, Zoé draws little designs on its sneakers
They actually had their first meeting during the grade’s trip to New York
Cosette was checking out a few thrift stores when they ran into Zoé. Literally. Zoé bumped into them while running from some girls from her school
Before they saw him, Zoé hid behind a parked car and the girls came across Cosette who pretended to only speak French so they’d leave
Some Prep School Girl 1: Hey! Have you seen a blonde girl with ugly sneakers?!
Cosette: Vos cheveux sont hideux et c’est une belle moustache de départ que vous avez là-bas. Au fait, vous êtes un snob de l’école préparatoire.
Because of that, Zoé felt she owed them and gave them a tour of downtown. Which is actually nicer than it sounds
When Zoé transferred to DuPont, the two were total disasters around each other that the Science Kids, even Mme. Mendeleiev were face-palming
Ismael: Oh, for the love of God! *Points to Cosette* You love Zoé! *Points to Zoé* You love Cosette! Now KISS!
Zoé/Cosette: …
Mireille: You heard him! I have been waiting for action ever since you two met on the class trip, and I refuse to leave until I see some.
Zoé likes to piss Audrey off by tagging her in selfies of her and Cosette and by buying Cosette stuff with her credit card
Jean and Cosette have to constantly tell their rich significant others to not buy stuff for them that has three or more numbers on the price tags
Well, Austin and Zoé just refuse to listen
Zoé/Reshma/Aurore/Juleka/Austin T/Marc: Unattainable Gays!
Cosette/Nathaniel/Rose/Kim/Adrien: I Can Get Anyone I Want Bisexuals!
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The greens with Niece!Alyssa, Alyssa was the only one of rhaenyra children alicent didn’t call a bastard, sometimes alicent even thought alyssa was her daughter with her dark hair matching alicent.
Baelon was the most possessive of alyssa as a child Baelon would be walking around with alyssa holding his hand trying to keep up with his steps, stroking her hair, calming her mind when she mutters the riddles.
Aegon, he loved his niece honestly. She may be quite but that girl is a troublemaker, you would honestly never know it was her, they always prank people together and alyssa would make up a lie telling them that aegon was with her, who wouldn’t believe a sweet child with her big doe eyes?.
Alyssa was the only one who didn’t make fun of aemond, always offering him dragon rides with her, and he honestly loved it, always reading to her about their history in the library or in the gardens as she lays her head on his lap.
Helaena and Alyssa are bestfriends!, where ever alyssa was helaena would be there as well, Alyssa would always find helaena new bugs and helaena would get alyssa new drawing stuff, always hand in hand, whispering to eachother little secrets.
!!!!!!!!!!
LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!
the little safe haven for her !!
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coolcattime · 5 months
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Home and Free: Chapter Ten - If I Can't Love Her
Characters: Captain Capsize, Sonja Firefox, Skipper Redbeard, Jordan Captainsparklez, Tucker Jericho, Tom Syndicate, Martha the Mystic, Mot Screziato, Alyssa Countybat, Waglington, Farmer Steve, Prince Andor, Jeriah, Lady Ianite (mentioned)
Relationship: Captain Capsize/Sonja Firefox, Captain Capsize/Jordan Captainsparklez (onesided)
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It took three days for the moment to arrive, for Capsize to be sure that Fox had left the West Wing. She’d been tempted to explore it at certain moments before, when she had thought she’d heard footsteps retreating to different parts of the castle, but she had never been completely sure before this moment that the West Wing was actually empty. She’d seen her through a window, retreating off somewhere into the castle’s grounds, and that meant her opportunity had finally come. She was going to find out what secrets were being kept from her. She just needed to get in and out quietly, a task that seemed like it was going to be much more difficult than she anticipated as Tom had decided to follow her.
“I’m telling you, there’s nothing interesting up there,” He said as he hopped after her as she got ever closer to the West Wing. He’d honestly hoped she’d forgotten about it, or just decided it wasn’t worth her time, as she hadn’t mentioned the place since her first night, but obviously that had been optimistic. Obviously, no one was going to forget a mysterious, forbidden wing of a magical castle. He needed to distract her, and he needed to do so quickly, but he’d already shown her the most interesting parts of the castle. All the obviously magical stuff was in the West Wing, and he needed something that would actually impress her, not just seem like he was throwing out random distractions. After all, he liked her, he didn’t want to seem like he was taking the Beast’s side over hers, but he needed to keep her out of trouble. How on earth was he meant to do that?
“Well, if there’s nothing interesting then I won’t be in there for very long,” She said, having thought over that point over quite a bit over the past few days. If there was truly nothing interesting, then she wouldn’t spend more time than required to just give the rooms a quick once over. Of course, she knew there must be something up there. No one would forbid entry to a place for no reason, especially not after staying the whole place is free reign. And perhaps it was just what Martha had said that it was Fox’s living quarters, and she wanted her privacy, but she didn’t understand why that wouldn’t have just been said rather than the yelling. Well, she supposed it wouldn’t be out of character for the Beast to just be aggressive for no reason, but still she wanted to see for herself. She just hoped that Tom would be quiet if he continued to follow her, or that he wouldn’t tell anyone where she’d gone if he didn’t.
“I just don’t think it’s worth trekking through all the dust,” He said, kind of shrugging but not quite having the ability to do so in his current form. Despite his best attempt to sound convincing, Capsize lightly shook her head. She wasn’t going to be dissuaded by anything, she wasn’t even put off by the possible danger at this point. She could see the West Wing now, which was worryingly close for Tom as he was very quickly running out of time to move her attention and person elsewhere. He racked his brain as he hopped after her. There had to be something, anything that would be more interesting to her than a secret forbidden area. Why was his life so hard? “Why don’t we go look around the gardens or… the gallery or…”
He desperately tried to think of anything that would draw her attention as she was steps away from entering the West Wing. He���s interacted with her enough over the past few days to get a basic grasp on her interests, though it was hard to actually think when she was seconds away from trouble. However, something did spring to mind, he just hoped that it’ll be good enough.
“What about the library?” He asked, genuinely unsure if she was even listening at this point. Capsize paused. She turned.
“There’s a library?” She asked, thoroughly distracted as her thoughts almost completely shifted. Books had been her lifeline for so long, something she had found joy in even when she’d felt at her worst, the idea of there being more here than the one she’d brought with her was more than intriguing. Her right leg bounced a little as she thought about it, about the sort of library this place could have, and Tom smiled. Honestly it took him a lot to not sigh in relief that he’d managed to distract her, but he was pretty sure that’d give the game away. And Martha said he never listened to anyone.
“Yes! A giant library stuffed to the brim with books! Any book you can think of, it’s probably in there! Come on I’ll show you!” He said, a little too loud though he was certainly enthusiastic. He gestured for her to follow him before hopping off down the hall.
And Capsize almost did follow him. She almost left behind the mysterious forbidden West Wing. She could so easily follow him, her cane was half off the floor, but she hesitated. She could see the library anytime, but she had no idea when her next opportunity to enter the West Wing would be, especially when right now she could enter completely alone. No matter how much she wanted to see the library, she couldn’t give up her current chance to explore.
Mentally apologising to Tom, she turned back around and began to walk into the darkened wing. There was not an immediate change in atmosphere, though she guessed such a thing wasn’t something that happened in real life. Though she did always have the lingering sense whether she was alone in this place of unease, one that she had no idea if she should attribute to the very real possibility of running into Fox or just the fact that she felt the same sense of not belonging she had felt even prior to being stuck in this place. Though it was not the trapping feeling of unease that she felt as she entered the West Wing. Rather she felt the sort of curiosity that made her chest feel light and caused a small smile on her face despite the weariness she still had. She knew she had to be careful, even if she’d seen Fox outside, she could so easily return at any point, and the last thing she wanted was to be caught in a place that she had been directly told not to go to. Mostly though she felt her heart beating, as there was an undeniable excitement to properly exploring someplace new.
The further she walked, the more obvious it became that this was where Fox spent most of her time. While the castle as a whole had been in a state of abandonment, none of it had seemed any worse for wear. It was just that it seemed unlived in and had a sense of coldness. The corridor she was currently exploring, however, looked far more how she had expected the castle to look from the state of the outside. The walls and floor were covered with claw marks, and most of the furniture looked at the very least splintered if not completely broken. The floor was covered with shreds of fabrics and, most notably, shards of shattered mirrors. Several frames on the walls had broken shards left in the frames, the rest of the glass on the floor. Most of it had been pushed to the side out of the way of, but some still crunched under her foot and others she brushed away with her cane. It was a mess, more so than any part of the castle she had been to thus far, and perhaps she should just a little scared by that fact, but her eyes couldn’t stop searching around for anything hidden from her.
While the rooms were in disrepair, they weren’t abandoned. They felt lived in. A lot of the damage looked old, but it was something real due by someone alive and there wasn’t just damage. Well, it was still damage, but among the claw marks that looked like the typical made by an animal lashing out or just scratching in general, there were carvings that looked like magical runes. Some were on their own, some were carved in long strings, but they all looked like they had been scratched into the wall with some desperation. She ran her hand across one of them, it flickered a little with a glowing magic, but for mere seconds. What were they meant to do? They must’ve been for something important as despite the rough carvings the lines were clear and distinct, and they were carved with such desperation.
Further down the hall, she walked, the damage to her surroundings grew worse. It was also getting darker, as night was drawing in and she’d left herself without a light source. It was still light enough to see, but details were certainly getting lost in shadows, she ran her hand along more of the runes to light up the corridor just a little more. The dim light didn’t bother her too much, but she did manage to scare herself when a pair of eyes came into view. Mildly chastising herself, she realised that she’d jumped at a portrait. Though, oddly, the realisation of the eyes being painted didn’t stop her from staring at them. Why did they seem familiar?
She approached the ripped-up painting, attempting to figure out where she could’ve seen the eyes before. She didn’t have any clues from the image as it had been torn and clawed apart, with the eyes the only part intact of the subject’s face. They were a bright green, which contrasted with how bored they looked, though she supposed that was likely down to the painter more than the subject. Did she know anyone with green eyes? One of Red’s eyes was green, but this obviously wasn’t a portrait of him. She placed her hand on the portrait, lifting one of the tears of hanging off canvas to reveal a little more of the face. A woman. A pretty woman yes, but definitely not one that she recognised. Except she still couldn’t stop looking at the eyes. Maybe it was just the way that they were painted, but they looked almost like—
“Capsize…!”
“Ia--!” She whipped around at the sudden whisper that was so close she was sure had felt breath on her ear. That voice, the one she hadn’t heard in months, had been right next to her. But no one was there. Of course, no one was there, why would she be? Yet in the direction she'd turned, there was a door slightly ajar. From beyond it there was a pink glow. So, there was something here. With a small smile forming on her face, she walked towards the room.
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The Beast slogged through the halls back towards her room, less than entertained by the snuff box following her. Was there something wrong with her wanting to be left alone? It had never been a problem before, especially not since the curse began, but apparently the woman being here meant she needed to be social or a good host or something. He acted like her making appearances would help matters rather than hurt them.
“I’m not going to see her. She wants to be left alone, so I’m leaving her alone,” She said in an annoyed tone that came across harsher than she intended as she growled. She didn’t miss his exhausted look that only annoyed her more. She got it, this woman was their chance to break the curse, but the disaster that had been trying to have dinner had made it beyond clear that that wasn’t going to happen. She was rude and stubborn, she was a follower of the goddess that had cursed them all, and she… she was too good for her. No one was going to fall in love with her while she looked like this, let alone someone who had so selflessly given up her freedom for someone else’s sake. So, what was the point in even trying? For his part, Mot hadn’t wished to smoke so much in years.
“She doesn’t want to be alone. She’s been hanging around with Tom non-stop and frankly seems happy with any company she can get,” He said, voice gruff but he was still trying to be gentle. He’d seen Capsize a few times over the past few days, most of the time with Tom seeming far happier than she had on that first night, but he’d also seen her alone. She still seemed uncomfortable when she wasn’t with someone, a feeling he had to admit was reasonable, and he knew it was likely due to the Beast rather than her absence, but still. Still, her not wanting to interact with her wasn’t going to change if the two just kept avoiding each other. And, even if she really didn’t want to, it was very much on the Beast to make the first move, not the woman. Sure, them not interacting was technically better than them yelling at each other, but not in terms of getting the curse broken.
“Good, I’m glad that she’s making herself at home,” She said, trying not to sound frustrated that other people had been able to interact with her. She wasn’t frustrated, she definitely wasn’t jealous that she’d seen through the mirror her being delighted in the company of Tom. She’d been mopping over the past few days in the lingering feelings of incompetence she felt. She wanted to interact with her, to get to know her in the way that seemed so easy for Tom, but she was also completely sure that it just wasn’t going to happen. She’d never really had friends, let alone anything more, how was she meant to create such a bond now? “It’s just easier this way. If I avoid her then she’ll actually be happy. She’s never going to like me.”
“Don’t talk like that. She’s not going to be ordered into anything, but if you just talk with her, you might find something you both connect with,” He said, hoping she would listen to him. He had no idea of the chance he actually had of getting through to her. She had listened to him once, back when she was a kid, but he supposed that back then she had had little choice. He wasn’t her parent, but he’d very much been left in charge of raising her. So maybe he should’ve pushed her harder when she first started not to listen, but he’d written it off as her just growing up until it was far too late to try and fix the attitude she’d developed. If he’d tried to push at that point he’d have been out of a job, which probably would’ve worked out with him less cursed in the long run. But as long as he was still very much stuck in this mess, he was going to try and fix the part of it he’d created, for the sake of making sure the curse got broken if nothing else. “She’s lonely. She’d probably appreciate another friend.”
“There’s no way she’ll want to be friends with me, and even if she did, just being friends isn’t enough anyway, is it? I should just let her be,” She wished that she hadn’t let her remain in the castle. Not that she wished she had kept the man instead, just that didn’t want to run into the woman who she knew had more than good enough a reason to dislike her. Yet she also couldn’t bring herself to let her go. As much as she already felt defeated by the curse, she couldn’t bring herself to let go of her one single chance to break it. Was that wrong of her? Was it wrong to want to cling to the chance of being human again even if she doubted that such a reality would come to pass? To want to fix the mistake that got everyone around her punished and doomed alongside her? She needed to fall in love, to make the woman love her, but… but it was cruel. The woman didn’t want to see her, it was cruel to force her. “I… I just want to be alone, Mot.”
“I can’t force you to interact with her, but you have to know that it won’t get any easier if you don’t. I know you want to talk to her, so you should try,” He said softly. She looked at him, a small box that bore absolutely no resemblance to a person anymore, a box literally marked with her crest as if to mock the way she’d treated him leading up to the curse. Yet despite everything, she could still see him like he was staring back with his actual face. An ever-tired face that she never managed to stop disappointing. She looked away from him.
“Okay, I’ll try,” She said weakly before trudging off towards the West Wing to continue hiding from the world, wanting more than anything to just disappear forever. Both of them knew she didn’t truly mean her words. Mot looked on as she disappeared from view and just sighed. He knew he couldn’t force the two to interact, that such a thing would be as futile as it would likely be harmful in the long run, but that didn’t make it any easier to see the situation so close to a possible solution but so completely and utterly far from it actually being fixed.
He hopped off, hoping to see if he could find Tom and Capsize. As much as he didn’t want to put the first move on her, he thought he had a chance of persuading her to talk to the Beast. Maybe if she did, the Beast would see how much the two had in common, she might actually open up to her. It was worth a shot at least.
He would realise when he arrived in the library to find a very panicked Tom completely alone where Capsize was, and that another encounter was going to happen between the two. All he could hope was that it wouldn’t be nearly as much as a disaster as he was imagining.
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The oddly glowing room made Capsize’s eyes light up as she found herself in what looked like an old study or workshop with odd trinkets, tools, and tomes covering nearly every usable surface. Research no longer seemed to be the actual use of the room, as the majority of the surfaces had at least a thin layer of dust, and in the corner was a large mess of fabrics that seemed almost like a nest – and she assumed likely was. This was very likely Fox’s den, the place she’d return to once she was done outside, but while that knowledge made her cautious, it couldn’t dull the curiosity within her. The room was so full of trinkets, like the ones she’d restore and repair, all just gathering dust.
As she wandered inside, she picked up the first item she could reach. A small snow globe. It reacted to her touch, a smile growing on her face as she saw the effect of the scene inside coming to life. It was simple, a tiny snowman moving around a forest as snow railed from the top of the globe. Maybe it shouldn’t have given her such delight, after all this place was full of talking trinkets with full personalities. Whatever magic had brought them to life was clearly more impressive than whatever was powering the snow globe, but she could so clearly see the work put into the piece she was holding. The stand wrapped around by carved runes, all glowing at her touch, that were clearly controlling the movement and the snow. The scene on the inside might’ve not been insanely detailed, but it was handcrafted, and still she could tell the effort put in. So much effort was put in and now it was just gathering dust… and it seemed the whole room was filled with similar items.
It baffled her. Why had Fox wanted to keep this place hidden from her? Sure, it was clearly in disrepair and felt a lot more like the home of a beast than the rest of the castle, but these trinkets were beautiful. She couldn’t imagine wanting to hide such things away. And there was still the glow. In her distraction of the number of items in the room, she had almost forgotten it as just an unusual light source, but now her eyes actually focused on the source, and she almost laughed.
In the middle of the room on a table, or rather flowing slightly above a table, was a glowing rose. Of course, she’d been led in here by a rose. Was the flower never going to stop showing up as if to tease her? Though obviously this wasn’t an ordinary rose. Even beyond the obvious magic, which this place had in abundance, this piece was clearly special. It was protected, covered by a bell jar.
She approached it, questions on her tongue that no one was around to actually answer. It was the only thing she had seen protected in the whole place, which posed the question as to why. What was so special about it? She looked over her shoulder, once again checking that she was alone before lifting the bell jar from the flower. Just to investigate a little closer. She’d be careful, she just wanted to see.
The glow seemed to grow brighter as she removed the cover and placed it to the side. The flower was obviously real, that was confirmed by her gently brushing her finger against the petals which were clearly natural, they had a feel that couldn’t be replicated by fabric. The flower had begun to wilt, a number of petals had fallen to the table under it, and both the flower and its leaves had begun to droop. She couldn’t help but think it was a shame. She wasn’t exactly fond of roses, but the flower in front of her was clearly special. It was glowing and beautiful, and she couldn’t imagine how it must’ve looked in full bloom. And, on looking at it trying to figure out what was causing the magical effects, she saw something impossible on each of the petals. A symbol was on each one, as if drawn onto them. She realised that to get a good look, she’d end up pulling one of the petals out, which she would rather avoid. So, she picked one of the fallen petals from the table, just to see if the design was still there or if it was faded. And it wasn’t, but that wasn’t the part that shocked her when she got a proper look.
“Ia…? Why?” The symbol wasn’t some unknown magical glyph as she had assumed it would be. It was a set of scales, drawn in such a particular way that it was unmistakable, it was the symbol of Lady Ianite. She couldn’t stop staring at it, the petal feeling like some impossible weight. Why would her symbol be here of all places? It was in this position, in front of the rose clutching a petal that the Beast found her.
Immediately there was a growl, low and intimidating as every wrong and worst assumption the Beast had had about the man originally had returned to her head now about the woman. Capsize tensed at the noise, realising that she’d been caught, and stumbled back as she was bounded past by Fox. She had a few seconds to make her decision. Perhaps against her better judgement, she didn’t try to flee though she did take a good few steps back from the table as Fox replaced the bell jar over the rose, clinging to it as she started her down.
“You’re not meant to be here,” She said, her voice low. She was forcing herself to hold back, not very well as she had already assumed the situation in her head, as the woman still had a petal in hand. She’d taken days from them. Was it just the one? She quickly scanned the space under the rose, attempting to figure out if there were more petals present, she swore there were less, but that didn’t make any sense. The only thought in her mind was the horror at knowing that she’d lost some of the little time she had left. “Do you know what you’ve done?! Why did you come in here!”
“I’m sorry, I—” Capsize tried to come up with some excuse for her presence, but that had never been her strong suit and being stared down by a Beast wasn’t making the task any easier. Her mouth felt dry, and she knew if she tried to lie that her body would betray her. It wasn’t as if she could just say that she was lost. She tried to come up with words, any words, to explain. “I just wanted to see what was up here.”
“No! No, she told you to come here!” She yelled and Capsize stumbled back a few more steps. She had no idea what Fox meant and that made her feel all the more vulnerable. She’d known, or rather she had rightly assumed, that she’d be in trouble if she was caught in here, but her words, the idea that someone had suggested she came here just confused her. This only compounded with her fear. What was she meant to say? How could she get out of this situation?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She said, trying to figure out if she should edge her way towards the door. Fox’s glare on her felt more intimidating than it ever had before, and she certainly had no way to escape it, but it wasn’t just anger, there was something that she couldn’t read. She knew logically she should try to escape, but she had no idea if she could safely. The Beast didn’t believe her, even if she sounded confused, even if she was backing away. The goddess had told her to come in here, she must have done. Just cursing them hadn’t been enough, she needed to ruin whatever chance she had left of fixing things. “No one sent me in here. I came in of my own accord because I wanted to look around.”
“I heard you talking to her! What did she tell you?!” She advanced on her. The Beast bearing down as she demanded answers. Capsize had no idea what she was being yelled at about. She wanted to run, to get out of the room, to get anywhere she wouldn’t be followed, but she didn’t. As scared as she was, she still wanted to stand her ground, to question exactly why she was so convinced that someone had sent her here. So, she did, she stood her ground rather than fleeing, hoping she looked braver than she actually felt.
“I haven’t been told anything but to stay away from this wing. Who do you think I’ve talked to?” She said, trying beyond anything to just keep her voice steady. She was frankly terrified, but she couldn’t let that stop her. She couldn’t waver, no matter how much she wanted to shake looking at the anger in Fox’s eyes.
“Was it not good enough for her to ruin everything once?” The Beast didn’t answer nor really listen to her words at all. She was sure the goddess was the reason she had been looking at the rose, why she had taken a petal. She needed to know why. Why couldn’t she just be left in peace? She took another step towards the woman, who this time didn’t take any back. Capsize wanted to, she wasn’t exactly feeling confident at this point in her ability to calm the situation, but she couldn’t back down. What kind of life was she going to lead if she lived in fear? She needed to stand tall, to at least pretend she wasn’t scared, because if she didn’t, what did she have in this place? However, as she looked at her, the Beast saw defiance, saw the goddess’ cold anger from that night. Her thoughts could never escape that night.
“Who’s she—”
“You know who she is!” She yelled, lashing an arm out. She was far enough away that she knew she wouldn’t hit her, but her claws caught onto an already damaged piece of furniture. She tossed it across the room with force, it shattered a few feet away from the two. The sound of smashing wood echoed in Capsize’s head. Despite how not a single shard of wood or any part of the Beast had come close to touching her, her entire body went rigid as she felt a terrible pain across her left side. She knew it wasn’t real, but it was. It was far too real. She could hear her heart pounding, the yelling, the rain falling around her so loud that it’s deafening. She felt the terrible pain that marked her entire life changing. She stumbled back with a choked breath, unable to remind herself that she was out of danger because she wasn’t. Just because she wasn’t in that moment didn’t mean she was safe. How close had she been to being hit? It was one thing to know in theory how someone could tear you apart, and another thing to see such clear proof of that fact.
The Beast saw her eyes suddenly widen, her body stiffen as she shifted backwards, and it was as if she suddenly realised reality. The look on the woman’s face was one she hadn’t worn yet, she looked terrified. In that moment, seeing that look, she realised that she’d ruined everything. She reached out towards her, to try and figure out any words that might somehow fix and excuse the mess she’d created but Capsize moved back. Her movement was shaky, and she shook her head as she backed away.
“Stay away from me,” She said, just trying to keep her distance. She couldn’t do this. She had really thought that she could, that she could keep her word and stay here in Red’s place, but the reality had been made clear now. How close had she been to being hurt? She had no idea, but she knew that she couldn’t stay here any longer. Fox’s arm dropped, something about her expression changing, but Capsize didn’t pay attention to that. She instead took off, just running as fast as she could, ignoring everything with the only thought in her mind being that she had to leave.
The Beast fell to her knees. It was over. She’d ruined everything. She’d terrified her. There wasn’t any coming back from it. Sure, she could chase after her, either try to explain and apologise or just stop her from leaving by any means, but what good could that really do? She’d just be forcing her to stay for the principal of the matter, because she agreed to remain here, and what good would that really do? Maybe it was better that the woman disappeared before she really got her hopes up of anything happening, before anyone here really believed that she could change. If any had been made clear to her at this moment it was that she couldn’t change.
By some miracle, someone had come to this cursed place that didn’t look at her like a complete monster. By another, that person had been willing to give up her freedom to remain in this place. And what did she do with that opportunity? Completely ruined any chance she possibly had to bond with her. She’d treated her terribly, caused her to run off in fear, and for what? Not listening to her? For following the goddess that cursed them with no proof of anything more? For not knowing not to touch something she hadn’t mentioned let alone mentioned the consequences of messing around with it? For those frankly pathetic reasons she’d chased off the one person who had brought even a ray of light into the castle in years. Maybe she did deserve this fate. Maybe the goddess was right that she was heartless and better off forgotten.
But why had she doomed everyone else too? That was the question that ate away at her. Had they deserved punishment for her mistake, or was it just some way to motivate her to actually try and break the curse? Why was it that they were left in such a state and their only chance at salvation was her? No matter the reason it felt cruel, and just made her feel all the worse that their only chance was definitely fleeing the grounds as she made no actions to stop her. She needed to find a solution, for their sakes if not her own. She had to; they didn’t deserve to be doomed because she didn’t make an effort. But how?
She was sure that she’d already wasted her one chance at doing this the way the goddess had presented. Every other method she had tried had resulted in just more failure. So, what was she meant to do to help them? She could only think of one method beyond the intended one that might still work, begging the goddess to at least reverse the curse on the others. Maybe if she accepted her own fate it would be good enough. How could she even get her attention to try though? She’d simply shown up the first time and then disappeared just as quickly.
She sighed and slumped fully to the floor. It all just felt hopeless. The instructions had been clear: fall in love and be loved in return. Yet when someone was in front of her who she had wanted to get to know, had been brave and beautiful and curious, she hadn’t even tried. If someone like her hadn’t moved her to try and act decently, then could anyone? So maybe she deserved to be forgotten by the world, stuck in this monstrous state. She’d figure out a way to help the others, to make sure they were doomed for her mistakes, but herself? She guessed this was exactly what she deserved. After all, if she couldn’t love someone like her, what chance did she really have?
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the-crowned-fowl · 5 months
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some more soa stuff ! the first image is just so i have a quick ref for the comic's art style and the second is a couple oc concept drawings for the groups human- alyssa !! i have yet to make her a proper ref though oops
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ember20sblog · 7 months
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I thought since I’ve been on here for a hot minute, I’d introduce myself and tell u a little bit about me:)
First off, Ember is kinda like my alter ego name that I use for pretty much all my social media accounts except Facebook (made that account when I was 14 and it’s mainly for family). My real name is Alyssa but I’ve never really liked that name for myself. Im 21 years old but I definitely feel like I have the mind of a teenager lol
My favorite color is black🖤
My favorite food is popcorn 🍿
I’m a coffee addict☕️ also have an obsession with coffee mugs (especially Halloween mugs)
My favorite animal(s) is an elephant, owl, cardinals (I honestly love all animals Lmaoo)
My favorite hobbies are writing poetry and occasionally drawing
I have been diagnosed so far with C-PTSD, MDD, GAD, an eating disorder (I’ve had anorexia nervosa b/p subtype as well as bulimia and ednos) I’m also being evaluated for mood disorders
I have 2 biological sisters and 4 half siblings (3 half sisters and 1 half brother) I’m the youngest
I have a dog named mufasa who’s a shitzhu mix
I suffer from lots of chronic illnesses as well
I never finished high school. I only went freshman year but missed a lot bc I kept getting sick. I tried homeschooling but I was too mentally unstable and physically sick to do most of the work. And I was in the psych ward and ED residential treatment during sophomore year so I finally just gave up. I haven’t gotten my GED yet bc again I have a lot of physical and mental health issues that make things 10x harder to do
I’m pretty much a homebody but I wish I wasn’t. I wish I had friends but I don’t
I struggle with my sexuality and identity bc of my religious family and what I grew up on. I’m pretty sure I’m a lesbian but I’m not 100% sure. I just know deep down I’m not straight. So maybe queer? Idk but it’s hard when u have homophobic parents and siblings. I’ve only kinda come out to two of my aunts who are supportive but I struggle with internal homophobia bc of the way I was raised and the beliefs that were taught to me. But I’m working on accepting myself
I’m more vegetarian then vegan bc I eat some animal products (some dairy and stuff made with eggs) but I eat a lot of vegan foods. I’m allergic to gluten and lactose intolerant so it’s easier to be vegan most times but I’ll allow myself to get away with eating some animal products. But I refuse to eat meat. Just grosses me out
I’m not big on having a favorite movie or show but I do like superhero movies (marvel not d.c.) my favorite genres of movies are thrillers, action, horror, and some comedy.
The shows I’ve been watching are supernatural, the fosters, American horror story, and SpongeBob (yes SpongeBob bc it’s nostalgic for me and reminds me of a happier time)
I need more shows and movies to watch so if u have any good recommendations pls comment them below!! I also have been trying to find more lgbtq+ movies and shows too
My favorite season is fall and my favorite holiday is Halloween
That’s all I can think for right now but if u have anymore questions feel free to ask me anything:)
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alypink · 1 year
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Aly Reference Sheet
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Main Info
Name: Alyssa Martinez.
Alias(es): Aly
Height: 1.68 cm - 5’6 ft
Eye color: Light brown
Hair color: Dark brown hair.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Native language(s): Spanish
Other spoken language(s): English
Nationality: Mexican
Date of birth: May 7th, 1994
Birthplace: Nuevo Leon, MTY, Mexico
Current residence: Sonora, Hermosillo, Mexico
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Outfits
First outfit is the one used on several missions during the campaign, but mostly during "Recon by Fire" & "Violence And Timing".
Second outfit is her casual, regular work clothes she mostly uses. She does not wear military clothing / gear unless is on special occasions as her job doesn't require her to do so.
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Weapon Preferences
FX-05 Xiuhcoatl: A Mexican assault rifle, which can be converted to a LMG and Sharpshooter. Only used to modified / upgrade, but not for her specific use.
M1911 Pistol: Handgun of her choice if needed. Also one of Captain Price's preferred weapon.
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This was mostly a summary for me to remember some stuff while drawing her! But wanted to share with you guys!
You can find her full bio here
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arbitrarygreay · 2 years
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One aspect they never really touched on in Legacies is that teenagers often go all in on seniority. At the Salvatore School, you have multiple different kinds of hierarchy all clashing with each other, which could drive all sorts of interesting conflicts. The show mostly focused on faction vs. faction, and some measure of species talent/power levels, though they touched on seniority stuff within the werewolves only. The thing is, though, there's seniority by grade, seniority by age, and seniority by when they entered the school. For example, Kaleb was playing high school football when Alaric found him, which means that he didn't enter the school until he was already older, which probably played a large role in how he felt entitled to human blood and its power boost. Meanwhile, Alyssa was able to rally the witches to test Sebastian, and we know that she had been at the school since childhood. We know that Jed was at the school by at least age 11 or so (but curiously, not in the first genie world!). And, of course, the twins turn 16 in season 1, meaning that they are only sophomores, but obviously they have the ultimate school seniority despite that (such as Lizzie getting to play QB1, despite being a sophomore????). Like, I realize that the show itself tended to ignore how much teenagers emphasize differences in age, grade, and seniority, because it's not to a high school show's advantage to draw attention to how many years these 20-something actors have been on the show playing prominent students, so all of the characters end up being peers of indistinct age relative to each other. But still. And then seniority by grade is a whole other clusterfuck for the magical-based classes, given that students are entering the school at a myriad of ages. Also, the school is still subject to Virginia law, which means that they would have to take its SOL standardized tests. Do the "final exams" from the nightmare episode include that, or are there additional "testing days" that should be happening each year? What does accreditation even look like for the supernatural, and how does it differ between the factions, and doesn't that mean that you would have people who came to their powers late in life needing to stay at the school far longer than age 18? For witches, at least, it appears that there's a level of international standards, such that witches can transfer to overseas schools??? Do supernaturals also complain about teaching to the test? How do they even have the time to do supernatural classes on top of basic education? Do any of these students take the PSAT/SAT/ACT? Do they have anyone who could actually teach non-supernatural science classes?
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justdreamersdream · 7 months
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Complete (Eddie Munson story)
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06. Tonight belongs to us
Eddie didn't ask anymore. He took her to his room, still think he's dreaming.
"I should have here a box with better stuff. I won't give you something I sell to these loosers in school." Eddie was looking around his room. "Is that it?" Alissa took small box from the table, which was full of drawings and guitar chords and empty beer cans. "That's not- That." Alissa opened up the box too quick, it was full od condoms. "That's not that, Carver." Eddie took the box from her hands. "Sorry." she apologize quietly, bright red in her face.
Eddie was looking for his box, he went to the kitchen, leave Alissa alone in his room, which she curiously examined. Walls of his room was full of rock and metal band posters, but the biggest was poster of Ozzy Osbourne and the big Slayer flag. There was no bed. Instead that he has two thick mattresses on the floor, some pillow and thin blanket.
"Got it! I leave it in the kitchen! On the table! It's freshly new!" he shouted happily from the front. "Want that beer?" "That's why I came!" Alissa said back, Eddie entered the room and hand her can od cold beer. "You got impressive collection of vinyl and tapes, Ed." "Thanks. It's the only thing I spend my money for." he took out a bag of dry weed from the box. "You know how to do it to yourself or you need help?" he asked, but they both started to grin at how it sounded in their heads. "Can you do it to me? I've always done it to myself. It's not god-knows-what." they started to laught. "So sit down and be my guest, Carver. Tonight belongs to us."
Eddie took an old record player out of the cabinet, played The Works, a Queen record, and to the tunes of Radio Ga Ga, he rolled a joint for Alissa. She was sitting on the edge of his bed, leaning against the wall, eyes closed.
"You're too quiet." "I'm enjoying the moment." she answered immediately. "I'll understand if you leave." he handed her fresh joint. "This isn't a place for you." "Will you believe me when I tell you that I feel better here than I would felt at home right now?" Alissa drank whole beer. "You have another, right?" she shake her can. "In the fridge. Take whatever you want." he nodd his head, Alissa stood up and went to the kitchen. "You want too?" she asked, still in his room, he nodd again.
She checked the watch on her way to the fridge, she was happy when she saw just half past eight. She took out two beers from the fridge when she saw an old photo on the freezer, attached by a magnet. There was a little boy, his hair was buzzed and he smiled brightly.
"Eds?" she asked. "Do not tell me that it's you on that photo!" "Where?" she heard him get up from the bed, he came right behind and leaned next to her to see the photo. "Oh. Yeah. I don't have much photos from my childhood. Uncle found this one after the-" he went quiet.
Their bodies were touching. Eddie's pelvis against Alyssa's ass, both pleasantly warm.
"Uhm-" Alissa turned herself to face Eddie. "Do you- Do you have-" she pointed to the joints. "You done?" "What?!" Eddie snapped out of his thoughts.
In his imagination, Alissa was in his arms and he was kissing her passionately.
"Ya, I got it. Your's on a bed." he turned his back to Alissa and walked to the room. "Here's your beer." she followed him, handed him cold beer and she let Eddie lit her joint.
The first two puffs suffocated her, she felt like she was going to cough up her lungs, but by the third it was better and then she couldn't feel anything anymore. By the time she finished her joint, the kitchen clock had struck nine, Alissa was lying on the bed, breathing deeply and staring at the ceiling.
"You okay?" Eddie asked fearfully. "Yea. Too strong for me, to be honest." she washed down the scratch in her throat with a beer. "I told you it's new." Eddie, who had been lying next to her until now, jumped up. "But I'm hungry."  he went to the kitchen.
He came back with an armful of cereal, milk, some biscuits and crisps.
"That's all I got." he threw it on the ground. "You hungry?" Alissa looked to Eddie from head to toe. "I am." she extended her hand to him, which he curiously grabbed and let himself be pulled onto the bed. "I am hungry but not for food." she smiled confidently. "C-carver." Eddie breathe out when she kneeled before him. "Oh, don't say you didn't think about it." "Of course but I didn't wanna push you into something." "But I want." Alissa's eyes bounced from Eddie's big brown eyes to his lips and back. "So what, Munson? You're gonna kiss me already?"
Eddie didn't wait for anything. He kissed her lips like a hungry wolf, they collapsed onto the bed, their hands roaming each other's bodies. The foreplay was quick and soon they were lying naked under the covers, the music drowning out their sighs.
"Damn!" Alissa pulled Eddie's watch, which was still on his hand, to her eyes.
They lay next to each other, hugging, their naked bodies intertwined. They were resting and absorbing the emotion they had just experienced.
"How much time do you have left?" "Ten minutes." she sighed and looked at Eddie. "I don't want to drag you out of bed, Eds-" "I'll give you a ride. Don't even think about me letting you go alone." he smiled at her.
Alissa brushed sweaty hair from his face. His eyes were shiny, a smile never left his lips.
"I'd rather stay here now." she admitted quietly. "And what's stopping you from doing that? I'll take you home earlier in the morning so you can change and-" "Mama would go crazy from fear." she shook her head and got out of bed. "Since dad- Since he-" her eyes filled with tears, but Eddie immediately calmed her down. "Okay, okay. Got it." he stood up to her and hugged her. "Shh. Don't cry."
A few minutes after ten they were sitting in the car again, Eddie was driving her home, both were silent. He let out a sad sigh as he stopped in front of her house.
"Too bad you have to go." "Maybe next time." Alissa smiled, reaching up and kissing him. "Good night, Eddie." "Good night princess." he said goodbye to her.
The next day, Alissa was waiting to see how Eddie would behave. It was clear to her that relationship between them had changed, but she did not know what to expect. Do they confess from the start? Will they keep it a secret for as long as possible?
The rest of the morning flew by and Alissa found herself nervously walking towards the dining room. She was hungry, she was looking forward to food, but she was afraid that she'll throw everything up of her because of her nervousness.
"Lady Kordriss!" Gareth waved at her, he was standing in the middle of the lunch line, so she ran over to him. "How was your evening? Did you have fun?" "What?!" "At the bar. I thought you enjoyed the concert quite a bit." "Sure. Yes." she smiled. "It was perfect. I'm looking forward to the next one."
They bought lunch and on the way to the table Alissa scanned the area. Eddie was already sitting at his usual place, Alissa caught his eye and when he smiled at her, her nervousness immediately disappeared.
"Ali." he greeted her. "Did you sleep well?" "Really good." she admitted. "Thanks again for the ride." "Don't say thank you yet." Gareth teased her. "Wait until he tells you what it will cost you." Alissa looked at Eddie startled. "Shut up, Gar. Our club princess deserves the best." Eddie tilted his head to the side. "Yea. That's why she rejected me." Gareth added and Alissa could feel the conversation going downhill. "What?!" Eddie pointed out. "Our Lady Kordriss has high standards. She gracefully declined my date invitation." Gareth wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "But I'm not angry. Maybe one day I'll get a chance."
Eddie didn't know whether to be furious or happy, but when Alissa grabbed his arm under the table, he knew he had won this fight.
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