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hotjaneaustenmenpoll · 26 days

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WHO IS THE HOTTEST JANE AUSTEN MAN ? THE FINAL

Propaganda...

Captain Wentworth (1995):

Ciaran Hinds has that perfect ruggedness yet friendliness to his face that makes him the perfect charming Wentworth. And all of the longing that he manages to convey in his eyes is so hot.

Wentworth may be angry/resentful with Anne but in general he is charming and the best friend you could ever have. Ciaran gets the pleasant parts of his character and brings them out, while keeping a guarded coolness (protective camouflage) with Anne.

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I dunno if this counts as propaganda or not, but Ciaran Hinds has a face that looks like it was jackhammered out of a shale cliff.

If a line like 'I am half agony...half hope' comes out of a face like that you know that man has a soul for poetry.

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in

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I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never.

This is propaganda for the next round because I need my boy to be a finalist! But this letter is all the persuasion I need to know that he is a winner

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Ciarán Hinds in this is a whole other level of "a good man" He makes Anne's decision at the end so much more perfect.

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The yearning the yearning - JLM gives a great look but Captain Wentworth is the king of longing stares. He's trying sooo hard to hate her sooo hard to get over her - 8 years and he thinks he's ready to face her and move on but no he has to notice she's exhausted on the walk, that her nephew is being overwhelming, that she should be dancing and not just playing the piano for everyone else. And even though he's jealous later on when Mr Elliott gives her an "admiring look" in lime he's pleased for her because he knows she deserves to be admired and cherished even if he's angry that he wasn't able to be the one she let admire and cherish her. I just this man - he loves Anne so much and it's so so hot.

Propaganda for Captain Wentworth.

I've always loved Persuasion and so I was voting for him in his polls anyway, but I had never seen the 1995 adaptation. So because of this blog I decided to check it out.

Well. Now I'm obsessed. I came into this tournament fully expecting to vote Firth Darcy to victory. Ciaran Hinds suddenly showed up and sparta kicked him to curb. His every look, every gesture is laden with longing. He's so tender with Anne but then the barely restrained rage in his voice when he speaks to Lady Russell. He's rugged and manly yet tender and considerate.

I BURN, I PINE, I PERISH

If you're wondering why you should vote for Wentworth 95 in the @hotjaneaustenmenpoll, it's because he's got something hot for everyone.

Do you think it's hot when a man dresses up fancy? He looks very dapper in his uniform! Or do you find it more sexy when a man is more casual, a little mussed up, maybe even a little grimy? He does that perfectly too!

Do you find men hot when they're being tender and restrained? Or do you find men hot when they're losing control a bit, maybe getting a bit passionate with anger or jealousy?

Do you like a refined man of culture? Or a rugged outdoorsman?

A warm smile? Or something more broody?

Someone who's the life of the party, boisterous, laughing, charming? Or the strong silent type, serious, calm, mysterious?

Hinds's Wentworth does all of these sexy things brilliantly! You cannot lose with him, he's got it all!

II ranked Wentworth as the #1 Austen man in terms of fuckability, and I stand behind that when it comes to Wentworth 95 versus Knightley 09.

Is Wentworth 95 angry sometimes? Yeah. But that's hot, at least coming from Ciaran Hinds' ruggedly handsome face. Have you heard of makeup sex? Tell me Wentworth 95 and Anne don't have the most scorching hot angry makeup sex imaginable 🥵

And yet Wentworth 95 is also super tender! The slow, gentle, worshipful way he kisses Anne at the end?? So beautiful and hot. The longing way he looks at Anne in silence. The way he is so solicitous of Anne's comfort to put her on the carriage with his sister! You can just tell he's gonna take the time to worship his wife in bed.

And let's not forget that he writes the most romantic letter ever written! The depth of passion in this man, my god! 🔥💕🔥

This is not a who is the better man contest, or who is the more faithful to the book, or who would you most want to marry. This is a hotness contest, and Wentworth 95 is so fucking hot.

Mr Darcy (1995):

Colin Firth (1995) is book Darcy brought to life. He uses tiny gestures and looks to communicate with us and Elizabeth… his struggle is so subtle but so palpable. A beautiful asshole with a creamy nougat center. Just perfect.

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Those heart-eyes right up above☝️? Hot!

Passive-agressively drinking tea? Hot!

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The way he rushes over to see Elizabeth at Pemberley on those delicious long legs of his with that slutty wet curl hanging over his forehead? Hot!

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Fencing? Hot!

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The way he is so concerned about Elizabeth crying and takes her hand even though he shouldn't? Hot!

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This dimple-y smile of pure joy because he knows he's married to Elizabeth freaking Bennet? Hot!

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Colin Firth Darcy is simultaneously immaculately put together and entirely falling apart internally. The wet shirt scene is so iconic not (only) because ‘oooh almost-shirtless sexy man’, but because it’s a metaphor for how he’s absolutely falling apart!!! This is a private moment, when he doesn’t think anyone can see him. And then he bumps. into. Lizzie. At his house!! And the entire sequence that follows with him rushing out still doing his jacket up to catch her before he leaves. They are both on the back foot and it’s THAT moment of confusion that opens a more honest dialogue between them.

Without Firth in a lake you wouldn’t get Macfadyen in a downpour!

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There's a reason why Colin Firth is forever known as Mr. Darcy above all other roles he's had and will have! Even ignoring the wet white shirt, which has become A Thing now, he is so hot with his curly hair and his little half smiles and his intense looks of longing and his legs that go on for milessss.

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This cannot be real. My fellow Jane Austen people. Without Colin Firth’s Darcy we wouldn’t have 90% of modern JA content. He opened a door and there was no turning back for modern culture. There would be no MacFadyen standing half undressed in a field at dawn without Firth jumping into a lake first. There would be no hand flex if there hadn’t been Firth doing his best impression of a man undressing Elizabeth Bennet with his eyes and hating himself for liking it. There would be no Bridgerton without Bridget Jones. Let’s face it people. We wouldn’t be here having these arguments if Colin Firth had not been Mr Darcy.

Colin Firth understood Mr. Darcy in a way no other actor ever has. He is awkward as fuck in a way that comes across as snooty and judgmental on a first watch-through, then can be read as awkward and longing on a second time. His performance had such depth while looking extremely shallow at first glance. This man WAS Mr. Darcy. (I love 2005, as well, and I love Matthew McFayden, but he was awkward for awkward sake.) Colin Firth made Darcy's awkward look snooty and aloof.

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THE socially awkward Darcy is the 1995 Darcy - look at him coming and sitting in awkward silence with Elizabeth pointedly asking her if she wants to live a long way from her family (to obvious relief) and then abruptly leaving - vote for him please 😭😭😭😭

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Colin Firth served so much as Darcy that when they did Bridget Jone's diary, they brought him back.... AS DARCY. The smoulder. The angst. The man is the quintessential Darcy.

“Firthing” is an actual term that is used now to describe someone yearning intensely. It is named after Colin Firth’s Mr Darcy performance.

Colin Firth all the way. He's known in our household as Owl Eyes because in every frame he's mooning over Elizabeth Bennet. Unsurpassable, unmatched, golden television (and some of the worst dancing you've ever seen).

Colin has beautiful, touchable curls.

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My high school English teacher was very into using movies to teach alongside literature, which was a great teaching tool. When we read Pride and Prejudice, he used both 2005 and 1995 for various scenes. What stands out to me all these years later was when it got to the part when Lizzy went to help Georgiana after Caroline dropped Mr. Wickham's name and Darcy gives Lizzy this look:

My teacher stopped the film and pointed at Darcy's face and said, "See that? That is THE look. If someone ever looks at you like that, you know they're in love." And what is hotter than that?

Also this teacher had two cats named Lizzy and Darcy. Not relevant to the poll but I wanted you all to know about them.

Colin Firth dazzles and amazes in the nuanced performance that just blows all other attempts away.

The best thing about the Colin Firth wet shirt scene is actually the scene that follows where him and Lizzie are both just dyinggg of embarrassment but Darcy pulls himself together refuses to lose his advantage and runs to get dressed and chase her down before she leaves - just the mix of cringe and hopefulness at seeing her again is so well done and so attractive!!! (this is just the bit where he's running after her but I love it all!)

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writers-potion · 2 months

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Plant Symbolisms 🌱🌿🪴

Flora have a special corner in literature.

Starting from the Greco-Roman period when certain plants were representative of gods (like olive trees for Athena), plants have meant more than just a source of food or pleasure.

Lotus - Symbol of creation, rebirth, and the sun. The blue lotus represents spiritual enlightenment, while the white lotus symbolizes purity.

Papyrus - Represents prosperity, growth, and regeneration, often associated with the Nile River and the goddess Isis.

Mandrake - Associated with love, fertility, and aphrodisiac properties.

Poppy - Symbol of sleep, healing, and regeneration, often associated with the god of sleep, Hypnos.

Rose - Represents love, beauty, and the goddess Aphrodite.

Jasmine - Symbol of sensuality, love, and spiritual growth.

Palm - Represents victory, triumph, and eternal life, often associated with the god Osiris.

Acacia - Symbolizes resurrection and the afterlife, linked to the god Osiris and the Tree of Life.

Cornflower - Represents fertility, abundance, and regeneration.

Anemone - Symbol of protection, healing, and renewal.

Anemone, garden: Forsaken.

Almond, flowering: Hope.

Balm: Sympathy.

Bamboo: The emblem of Buddha. The seven-knotted bamboo denotes the seven degrees of initiation and invocation in Buddhism.

Bay leaf: I change but in death.

Bell flower, white: Gratitude.

Bluebell: Constancy.

Broken flower: A life terminated, mortality.

Buttercup: Cheerfulness.

Calla lily: Symbolises marriage.

Campanula: Gratitude.

Carnation, red: Beauty always new

Chrysanthemum: I love.

Clover, white: Think of me.

Clover, four-leaved: Be mine.

Cinquefoil: maternal affection, beloved daughter.

Convolvulus, major: Extinguished hopes or eternal sleep.

Coreopsis, Arkansa: Love at first sight.

Crocus: Youthful gladness.

Cuckoo Pint: Ardour.

Cypress tree: Designates hope.

Daffodil: Death of youth, desire, art, grace, beauty, deep regard.

Daisy: Innocence of child, Jesus the Infant, youth, the Son righteousness, gentleness, purity of thought.

Daisy, garden: I share your sentiment.

Dead leaves: Sadness, melancholy.

Dogwood: Christianity, divine sacrifice, triumph of eternal life, resurrection.

Fern: Sincerity, sorrow.

Figs, Pineapples: Prosperity, eternal life.

Fleur-de-lis: Flame, passion, ardour, mother.

Flower: frailty of life.

Forget-me-not: Remembrance / true love.

Furze or Gorse: Enduring affection.

Grapes: represent Christ.

Grapes and leaves: Christian faith.

Harebell: Grief.

Hawthorn: Hope, merriness, springtime.

Heartsease or Pansy: I am always thinking of you.

Holly: Foresight.

Honeysuckle: Bonds of love, generosity and devoted affection.

Honesty: Sincerity.

Ivy: Memory, immortality, friendship, fidelity, faithfulness, undying affection, eternal life, marriage.

Jonquil: “I hope for a return of affection.”

Lalla: Beauty, marriage.

Laurel leaves: Special achievement, distinction, success, triumph.

Marigold: Grief or despair.

Morning glory: Resurrection, mourning, youth, farewell, brevity of life, departure, mortality.

Mystic rose: Mother.

*some of these flower symbols have Greek or Roman origins but were also used in ancient Egyptian culture.

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🖱️References

https://www.proflowers.com/blog/plant-symbolism-guide

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/396668679699365428/

https://lilysflorist.com/blog/the-symbolism-of-flowers-in-literature-and-poetry-a-look-at-the-hidden-meanings-of-blooms-in-classic-texts/#:~:text=Rose%20%2D%20Represents%20love%2C%20beauty%2C,and%20the%20Tree%20of%20Life.

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jacevelaryonswife · 1 year

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ㅤㅤ Kiss me at sunset

How dangerous must it be for a little thing as lovely as you to wish were between a dragon's claws?

∴pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

∴warnings: kissing and flirting, also, english is not my first language

Prince Aemond is a polite man who does not often sneak into the shadows of the Red Keep corridors to listen to female whispers. However, when his name was mentioned by a beautiful voice he didn't do much to avoid paying attention to the subject you and another lady shared. The formidable rider of Vhagar knew that listening to uninvited conversations was incorrect and inconvenient, and that his curiosity could lead him to overhear something he didn't want, but none of that was enough to make him back down. And then, the opposite of the unwanted happened when you said your next words:

“If I could choose a husband, it would be Prince Aemond. He is handsome, tall and mysterious, in addition to being a great swordsman. I would like to have his children, beautiful children with silver hair and violet eyes, just like their father.”

“But he's so closed off and somber, I mean, he hardly ever smiles or courtes the other ladies,” your friend, Lady Roselyn, said with brief awkwardness.

“I think that's part of his charm. Mysterious and inaccessible. And I must say that I am not displeased with the fact that he does not court other ladies, it keeps my hopes up that one day I will be able to kiss him at sunset.” Your smile widened at the thought, rolling your body this way and that like an enchanted damsel.

"You talk like you're in love with him." She nudged you playfully with her hip, making your glow increase. Yes, she was right, or almost. He was a breathtaking figure, so male, intimidating and deadly.

"Maybe." Yes I am.

Indeed, the prince was not seen smiling or fraternizing with others, yet what was wrong with fantasizing a little?

Unfortunately, you couldn't take the initiative to approach Aemond, or even attempt a brief conversation — better avoided than made a fool of. But your heart squeezed by such weakness and cowardice, he will escape! (you thought). It was almost excruciating to hope to sow tiny grains of love with him, but pleasantly dreaming and daydreaming about scenarios in which the prince held your body tenderly and kissed you passionately didn't hurt.

And they certainly didn't hurt him.

The attention of the ladies was not entirely unusual, though most showed apathy and a certain indifference, Aemond noticed bold and curious looks in his direction — the same ones that Aegon received with constancy. But nothing as bold as his recent speech. You, such a lovely lady… really lovely. A satisfied and almost proud smile was displayed by the one-eyed prince as he returned to his original path. How dangerous must it be for a little thing as lovely as you to wish were between a dragon's claws?

From that day forward, nothing remained the same.

No other lady had ever held his attention like this, so desperate for his love and affection that it filled him with a strange, almost ghostly, unfamiliar feeling: to be appreciated. It was good. So good.

In fact, everything changed after that day. You were used to sneaking glances at the prince, but it was a surprise when he was looking back. Oh. Your heart skipped a beat, mouth opening slightly before looking away and looking again, just seeing the smirk Aemond sent your way. By the seven! Your smile wasn't discreet or restrained, almost too wide to betray your joy. What would he think? It was outrageous behavior.

But he loved your reaction. Oh, how he loved it. Such a sweet lady. And for his victory, that wasn't the only time Vhagar's rider met your gaze with a crooked smile. Aemond was not a man for half actions, if he wanted something he would have it. But he enjoyed playing with you. Seeing your sweet smile and sparkling — almost sassy — eyes was a real treat. He needed more. He needed everything you genuinely wanted to offer. He wanted you.

So when your beauty silhouette lit up the training yard, he almost let a fierce smile slip through his face before engaging Sir Criston Cole. It took everything in the one-eye prince not to be distracted by your image so tempting, not even a glance directed in your direction, he wanted to win and he wanted to win fast to be able to execute what he had been planning for some time.

“I don’t give a shit about torneys… my lady, can I accompany you on a walk?”

Seven heavens. Was he… was he… was he talking to you? It can not be. Did he invite you on a tour? In the middle of everyone? You? Did he invite you?

Your eyes widened more than usual, mouth nearly open as he reached out and nodded. You feared for what you might say by allowing yourself to speak, but the Mother is kind and has graced you with just one: "Yes, my prince, I would love to." You didn't know how you kept your feet when Aemond reached out for your hand to encircle the soft leather that hid his worked biceps. Curious gazes followed your figures as you both walked away from the courtyard. Your hand was trembling over him, waiting intently for what he would say next — he had to say something, didn't he?

“It's a pleasant day, don't you think, my lady?” he asked, watching your lower figure over his good eye.

“Indeed. I… you’re a great swordsman, my prince”, your voice was soft and nervous as you looked at him anxiously. He was handsome. So, so handsome.

“A man must know how to handle his sword, my lady.” He's not sure if the phrase's double meaning was intentional, but it slipped your mind — at least that's what you wanted him to think.

It was a terrifying sin where your mind took the phrase. His sword… by the Mother!

“But thank you for the compliment,” he said.

“You’re welcome, but you who flatter me with your company, my prince. Are we going somewhere specific?” You ventured into saying a longer sentence and even questioning him, feeling less insecure.

“To a beautiful place, my lady, just like you.” The smile displayed by him almost made you weak in the knees, almost needing to lean on his shoulder and almost making your lips touch...

“My prince… do you think I'm beautiful?”, you asked with an extra flutter of eyelashes, breath failing a little.

Aemond smirked as he felt the grip on his forearm and lowered his gaze before saying, “A truly beautiful and lovely lady.”

Your head was spinning in euphoria, utterly inert in the cloud of seduction the prince exuded towards you. How was it possible? Was he being genuine? Were you misinterpreting? Fuck — you didn't regret thinking that ugly word when you allowed yourself to speak your mind.

“I also find you lovely my prince. If I don't dare say it, I think you’re the handsome man at court. So handsome."

Aemond's smile only widened as he clenched his left fist, needing to feel your skin against his palm. A totally adorable and needy little thing. Spontaneous, charming... he had so many adjectives to designate you.

“Your words grace me, my lady, mm.”

Eyes seemed to follow you along the way, surprised by the unprecedented scene of the one-eye prince with a lady suspended on his arm. It was the high point of the day for the curious whisperers that roamed the Red Keep. Crossing the corridors and arriving at a point where the beautiful orange sky could be better contemplated without interruption, Aemond immediately rested his hand against your waist, the grip not going unnoticed by you. Oh gods, how you wanted him. It was totally indecent and inappropriate how your legs tingled from the heat of the dragon beside you.

“A beautiful view, as I promised,” he said, stopping beside you.

Indeed, a beautiful view. You heart was pounding every second, not knowing what to say. Should you thank him?

He wasn't as patient in waiting for your answer, cornering you with his words: "A beautiful view for a sunset kiss."

Your eyes widened, turning immediately to face him. He knew… how? “My prince… Roselyn told you?” How dare she?

“No, my lady, it was just a hunch,” he replied vaguely, smiling at your reaction. His eye hovered over your pretty lips, his hand snaking around your waist as he moved impossibly close. He could feel your warm, ragged breaths, your eyes meeting his pink, desiring lips before crashing them down hungrily. You kissed him fervently and let your hands roam your prince's hair and shoulders. Your mind was still on the intoxicating moment, totally given over to the hands firm and almost unkind against your hips and waist, given over to the warm lips that crashed fiercely against yours.

You fought equally in the kiss, as needy as he was by the smoldering passion that threatened to surround your futures. It was indecent how you two indulged in something intimate in a public place where anyone could see. But he didn't care, not anymore. Not now that you would be his, only his to claim.

“ñuhon,” he said breathlessly, teeth clenching, “mine.”

Indeed, you were his. Just his.

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mimble-sparklepudding · 1 year

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OC Questions on the Seven Colours of Medieval Heraldry.

A little list of OC questions based on colour symbolism in Medieval English Heraldry. This is a very simplified version of the subject, which is unlikely to impress any serious Medievalists and is intended more for the purposes of entertainment than education.

Gules (Red) - Military Fortitude and Magnanimity.

Does your OC have any experience in the military? Perhaps they come from a long line of soldiers or army leaders? Or were they conscripted or press-ganged into an army at a young age? If they have not had a formal position in an army, then what is their view of the military mindset and hierarchies they have observed?

Does your OC believe in the concept of a "just war" or do they believe that all conflict is to be deplored? Could they conceive of a justifiable reason for one nation to invade another - perhaps to free an oppressed people or prevent the development of a dangerous technology? Or would they only support a war of defence against an aggressor?

Is your OC usually magnanimous in victory - whether against a defeated foe, or against a friend in a game or competition? Or perhaps they enjoy exulting in their success at the expense of others? Perhaps with ribald mockery or spiteful vengeance?

What has been the most difficult thing your OC has ever had to forgive (assuming they have ever done so)? Did they do this of their own accord? Or only after they felt justice had been done or penitence suitably demonstrated?

Does your OC harbour resentment towards a particular person, group or faction? Or are they perhaps part of a widely resented group themselves?

Azure (Blue) - Loyalty and Truth.

Does your OC have a guiding principle by which they live their life - such as duty, self-restraint or vengeance? Has this ever been tested by circumstance or challenged by another person?

Is your OC loyal to a particular nation, clan or social group? How far would they go in ensuring the safety and success of this faction?

How confident is your OC of the loyalty of their companions, lovers or followers? Do they ever feel tempted to test this through spying upon them? Or by engineering circumstances where their loyalty might be tested?

Is your OC honest about their true loyalties? Or are they happy to feign belief in a cause or leader in hopes of material (or other) reward?

Does your OC believe that people should only believe or take inspiration from something if it is actually true? Or are there circumstances where a motivating lie is to be preferred to an awkward or uncomfortable truth?

Sable (Black) - Constancy and Grief.

Is your OC consistent in their behaviour and responses? Or do others see them as unpredictable or even capricious at times? Are there factors at play dictating their reactions of which others might be unaware?

Has your OC always been fundamentally the same person? Or would someone from their past struggle to recognise the person they have become?

Is your OC comfortable in expressing their grief? Such as by crying at funerals or memorial events? Or do they always keep their emotions intensely private? Or perhaps not express them at all?

Has your OC always feared the loss of the same thing - perhaps a loved one, a valuable artifact or a carefully nurtured reputation? Or do they look back with amusement on what once felt important to them?

Does your OC believe that they will be mourned when they die? Or do they suspect they will be quickly forgotten - or even hope that this will be the case?

Vert (Green) - Hope, Joy and Fidelity.

Does your OC feel comfortable expressing feelings of joy - do they laugh or smile easily? Or do they have a constantly stern or dour countenance? If so is this entirely genuine? Or something they feel they need to maintain for the sake of appearances?

How hopeful is your OC about the future? Do they see things as becoming better in general - either for them personally or the world at large? Or do they feel as if decline and disaster are inevitable and all that can be done is to delay the final end for as long as possible?

What makes your OC laugh (if they laugh at all)? Do they have an intellectual or ironic sense of humour? Or do they prefer ribald jokes or slapstick routines?

Does your OC believe in the importance of fidelity in romantic relationships? Or does it not worry them so long as a lover or spouse never discovers their peccadillos in this regard? Conversely do they worry or obsess over the loyalty of their partner or partners?

If your OC could be granted one wish for the future, but could only wish on behalf of another person, who would they choose? And for what would they wish?

Purpure (Purple) - Majesty, Sovereignty and Justice.

Does your OC find it easy to express deference or homage to someone of high social standing? Or is this something they would only do if it benefitted them directly? Or for the sake of a scheme or intrigue?

Is your OC comfortable in the higher echelons of society, such as aristocratic functions or assemblies of the rich and powerful? Or do they prefer to avoid these events if possible?

Does your OC feel that exchanges of ideas or customs between nations or cultures can be positive? Or do they fear the dilution or devaluing of one culture by another? Has there ever been a foreign cultural practice they have adapted for themselves? Or are they fiercely loyal to their own cultural inheritance?

Does your OC have a strong belief in the importance of justice? If so what does justice mean to them? Do they follow the philosophy of "an eye for an eye"? Or are they careful in distinguishing between justice and revenge? Is this the case even if they consider themselves to be the injured party?

Does your OC believe that there can ever be fair and just relations between nations or tribal groups? Or do they assert that might will always make right when it comes to interactions between such factions?

Or (Gold) - Worthy Ambition.

Does your OC have a long-term goal or ambition to which they are constantly working? Or do they tend to bounce chaotically from situation to situation, with no clear plan or sense of what the future may bring?

Does your OC have any wishes or desires of which they are ashamed or otherwise wish to keep secret? Or do they loudly proclaim their every wish to those around them?

Is your OC part of a wider group or organisation working towards a shared goal? If so, then do they always agree with their associates on the correct strategy to adopt? Or are there frequently tensions or disagreements in this regard?

Does your OC have political ambitions, or a strong desire for power or influence? Or are they content to leave the messy business of governance and politicking to others and focus on smaller or more immediate goals?

What does your OC consider to be the noblest or most admirable ambition for a person to hold? Perhaps spreading a particular religious faith? Or improving the lives of the poor? Or even perfecting their own martial skill?

Argent (Silver) - Peace and Sincerity.

Does your OC feel comfortable during times of peace? Or do they only truly know who they are during times of war or conflict? Do they always need an "enemy" to focus upon? Or even just a rival?

Is there a certain person, group or faction with whom your OC believes peace would never be possible? Is this due to their diametrically opposing beliefs? Their historical actions? Or their fundamental untrustworthiness?

Does your OC find it easy to be sincere when expressing their views or feelings? Or do they prefer to adopt an air of detached irony? If so, then why is this the case? Do they fear rejection or mockery by others?

Do others find your OC easy to believe? Or is there something about them that makes others distrustful or cynical about their motives or trustworthiness?

Is your OC a pacifist? Or have they ever had pacifist sympathies? If they have changed their position on such things then what caused this shift? If they reject pacifist arguments, perhaps because they believe that violence can be justified in self-defence, then how do they respond to those who believe in pursuing peace at any cost? Do they see them as weak or naïve? Or as idealists whose ideas deserve serious consideration?

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forgottenroisin · 3 months

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OOC | Malconaires (OG & Step)

hi, guys! here's smth absolutely no one asked for! heehee so, since we've been talking heraldry (my fav subject! alksjdfklsjdf) i wondered if anyone had any thoughts on the malconaires' heraldic devices etc? both re: the og malconaires AND valentina's formerly-royal birth fam?

i know that kate the great had mentioned asp that she envisions eithne in cool colors and esp greens? in heraldry, green is emblematic of hope, joy, and loyalty in love all of which feels v them to me! honestly, i also associate them w green a lot, too, bc they give lotsa plant and nature symbolism for me <3 but im open to any/everything!! i just thought that might be a place to start talking abt it if we're interested heehee

for valentina's fam...i tend to associate both val and cassimir w black just bc i think they both dress that way a lot hahaha (in heraldry that stands for constancy or grief which alsjdfkjsf but anyway) but yeah obv this is also just a jumping-off point for chatting abt it there're endless possibilities!

yknow what...imma put a list here of colors and their heraldic meanings for us:

TINCTURES

or (yellow/gold): generosity and elevation of the mind

argent (white/silver): peace and sincerity

gules (red): warrior or martyr; military strength and magnanimity

azure (blue): truth and loyalty

vert (green): hope, joy, and loyalty in love

sable (black): constancy or grief

pupure (purple): royal majesty, sovereignty, and justice

tawny/tenné (orange/brown): worthy ambition

sanguine/murray (maroon): patience in battle, and yet victorious

furs (ermines, erminois, vair, counter vair, pean, potentnt counter potent): dignity

DIFFERENCES/MARKS OF CADENCY (often used to delineate cadet branches so this probs allies to valentina and her brood but pls note that these symbols do not ~always indicate these things mostly only do so when used in conjuction w another charge -- for example if we take, say, house lannister from asoiaf, a lion w a crescent [usually placed almost like an asterisk or a period] would indicate that person is either themselves the second son or descended from a second son from house lannister -- tho the way grrm tends to handle this is the other way of doing it which is switching colors and things like that similar to what we did w house varmont so!! lots of possibilities but here's another way to do it if we want)

label: eldest son

crescent: second son

mullet: third son

marlet: fourth son

annulet: fifth son

fleur-de-lis: sixth son

rose: seventh son

cross moline: eighth son

double quatrefoil: ninth son

imma add a pic of these for reference since the meaning of these is somewhat obscure for a number of them (and it even shows how to do branches ~within cadet houses which could also be valuable for valentina and her kids alksjdfkjsdf):

i also have a v extensive list of charges and their meanings but its sooooo long i think id have to publish that as its own document hahaha or else i can just list possibilities if we choose a category (ex: birds, trees), if you like!

#ooc #valentina malconaire #cassimir malconaire #sonya malconaire #eithne malconaire #brigit malconaire #aoife malconaire #about

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astridlovessigyn · 1 month

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Praise be to the Goddess of Victory, Loyalty and Constancy. ❤️

#norse #norse aesthetic #norse deities #norse history #norse loki #norse pagan witch #norse polytheism #norse runes #norse witch #old norse #norse heathen #norse paganism #norse pantheon #norse gods #norse mythology #loki x sigyn #sigyn

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spaceyaceface · 9 months

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Gratitude - Safety Ch 7

Ominis Gaunt x f!Ravenclaw!Reader (Reader is not MC)

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Emotional abuse, threats, descriptions of a panic attack... I promise there's some fluff in here too.

Summary: Y/N L/N had always despised Ominis Gaunt. He was everything she hated about her life. As the only daughter to a wealthy pure-blood family, she knew it was inevitable that she would someday find herself in an arranged marriage.

But why did it have to be him?

Or, a classic arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, slow burn.

Also available on AO3

Chapter One | Chapter Six

The crowd was chattering loudly around them, and she couldn’t blame Ominis for the unamused expression on his face.

“Not one for crowds?” she asked as they settled into their seats in the Quidditch stands.

“Not in the slightest,” he said. “If Sebastian wasn’t playing, I wouldn’t bother to come.”

It was the second match of the year—the first had been Gryffindor against Hufflepuff, and Hufflepuff had pulled off a surprising victory, seeing it was the first time their new Seeker had played. Now, as the cool of late fall was beginning to set in, the next match was about to begin; this time it was Slytherin against Hufflepuff, and the later team was considered to have an advantage after coming off their high from the first game.

She shook her head. Her thoughts were sounding much too like Constance’s ramblings.

Normally, she would have been dragged by her to this match—with no skin in the game, it would have been purely to scout out the competition. But the two of them hadn’t spoken for over a week now. They’d both seemed to decide that the silent treatment was best, and carefully planned their own time apart from each other.

Every night now, she waited for a long while before heading up to their dorm room—it was a big step that she even felt like sleeping there at all, given the ever present tension there. And in turn, she would wake up each morning to find that Constance had already left, down to breakfast long before anyone else.

She watched her friend from afar, observing the way she shifted all-too-easily to spending her free hours with other members of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. She figured it was only natural. As much as she complained about her teammates, they were sure to have some sort of bond and loyalty to them.

She, on the other hand, found herself spending more and more time with Ominis and Sebastian.

It was almost scary how well she got on with the two of them. They were much like brothers—always bickering back and forth, Sebastian’s overconfidence constantly butting heads with Ominis’s cold logic. It was like its own version of a Quidditch match, the way they threw words at one another. And it surprised her how easy it felt to be a part of it.

All the same, it was strange attending a match without Constance at her side, rattling off criticisms and observations all the while.

Still, there was something very amusing about Ominis’s clear distaste for the event, one she was content to chuckle at.

“You should make him buy you some sweets for coming,” she said. “Seeing how great a sacrifice it is for you.”

“I’ve already tried bargaining with him,” he replied with the slightest of smiles on his face. She’d come to learn what that sly expression meant over the conversations they’d shared the past little while, how it was about as much of his amusement he was willing to let show when in places such as that. “He said he shouldn’t have to bribe me into being a good friend. Perhaps he’d be right if I could actually see him play.”

She chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’ll tell you when to cheer. That way you can properly perform you duties of the supportive best friend.”

Throughout the match, she did her best to keep to that, letting Ominis know anytime the Quaffle was nearing the Slytherin goals. Sebastian was an excellent Keeper—he always had been, something that Constance had held against him. Now, without any sort of allegiance preventing her, she could properly appreciate his skills, letting out hoots and hollers whenever he made a particularly spectacular save.

By the end of the game, her voice was a bit hoarse from all the cheering, ears still ringing at the loud applause around her when Slytherin won the match. She and Ominis waited for the stand to clear a bit before heading out, making their way over to the changing rooms.

When Sebastian came barrelling out, he was sporting a wide grin. “Now that was a match,” he said, throwing an arm around Ominis’s shoulders. “It’s always better when the other team has some skill. Makes the taste of victory all the more sweeter.”

“Don’t get your hopes too high,” she said, folding her arms and smiling at him. “Ravenclaw is still going to knock you flat when that match rolls around.”

Sebastian waved his hand at her in dismissal. “You saw us just now. They won’t know what hit them.”

“Careful, Sebastian,” Ominis said. “Your helmet might not fit in the next match if your ego keeps growing at this rate.”

She laughed, just as she did several more times as they walked back to the castle. There was a deep feeling of gratitude for the pair; they had taken her in with no hesitation, even with the strange ways she and Ominis were tied together. It felt lighter, being around them. She didn’t have to worry about hiding the engagement. In fact, they sometimes spoke openly about it, brainstorming different ways to overcome it. While their conversations had yielded no results, the mere action of saying those sort of things out loud made her feel less alone than she had in a while.

It was her own fault that she never felt those sorts of things with Constance. She had hidden the truth, and therefore hadn’t let Constance attempt to comfort or help her in any way. As time went on, it became harder and harder to convince herself that had been the right decision for her to make.

It was a pleasant afternoon, albeit a bit chiller with winter getting ready to come on. Once they reached the castle, Ominis and Sebastian went off to their common room, ready to partake in their house’s celebrations. She decided she’d take advantage of the nice weather and go for a walk after grabbing a scarf to keep her warm.

Her plans went off the rails the moment she stepped foot in her dorm room.

Constance was there, sitting on her bed, looking… uneasy. With a frown, she turned away from her blonde friend, facing her bed. An envelope sat on the covers.

“Your owl just dropped it off,” Constance said softly. “Don’t worry, I didn’t read it.” This time.

She resisted scowling at her as she reached for the letter. The same, familiar parchment greeted her, and she frowned. What more did her parents have to say to her? She was about to rip it open when she realized it wasn’t a letter like the ones she had received before—it was a Howler.

Constance, who had been watching her from her own bed, seemed to realize this at the same moment, eyes widening. “I’ll… I’ll step out,” she said quietly.

While she was grateful for not having to ask for privacy, the feeling was completely overcome by anxiety as to what she would hear. She had laid low the last few days. She’d been playing her father’s game, what had she done to warrant a Howler?

With trembling hands, she opened it.

She was greeted by her father’s cold tone. He wasn’t yelling—but the harsh words still boomed throughout the room, each syllable sending a shiver up her spine and making her heart pound.

“It seems you do not know when to quit. When I last left you, I thought you had finally seen sense. Do you take me as a fool? Your incessant begging has been enough, but I never would have thought you were as idiotic as you’ve proven yourself to be. The opinion of your Mudblood friend will do little to persuade me.

“Listen and listen well. There will be no more letters addressing this matter, from you or any filth you see fit to keep company with. Another word, and I will not hesitate to rid myself of you once and for all. You will not disobey. Not if you value your life.”

The silence of the room made her feel small. Her life. He would take her life.

Panic started to build in her stomach as the words echoed in her head. The room felt like a cage—like the walls were closing in around her. She couldn’t breath, her chest tight with anxiety.

She didn't even hear the door open behind her when Constance walked in.

The sound of her name being said snapped her out of her spiraling thoughts. Constance was pale, eyes wide when she turned to face her. It was clear her friend had heard every word, even from outside the room.

This was her fault. She’d sent a letter to her parents, once again muddled where she shouldn’t. Would she never learn? Would she ever understand that she couldn’t fix this, that no one could fix this?

"I warned you," she said, voice trembling with anger. "I warned you over and over again, but you never listened."

"I'm sorry," Constance said in a hushed tone. "I'm sorry, I didn't---"

"Of course you didn't," she said as she shoved her wand in her pocket, wrapping her robe around herself. "You don't understand. You can't. Why do you think I never told you? Because you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from trying to solve my problems. They’re mine. And I know damn well there’s no fixing them."

She marched to the door, hand gripping the handle.

"Where are you going?" Constance asked from behind her, a note of panic in her voice.

Her voice fired back in a growl. "Away from you."

She slammed the door shut behind her, struggling to hold herself together. There was only one clear thought in her mess of a mind.

Ominis. She needed Ominis.

The last place she knew he’d been off to was the Slytherin common room, and with nothing else to go off of, she set her course, forcing her focus on each step as she made her way down to the dungeons.

She knew she was in the right hall, but there wasn’t even a door she could knock on. She was about to curl up in defeat when a strange shifting noise was heard and a door appeared, no other than Sebastian Sallow walking out of it.

“—as many as I can carry!” he was calling out, still facing the doorway as he left the common room. “I’ll be right—” He nearly ran into her head on, the door slipping from his grasp and closing behind him. “Merlin’s beard, are you alright?”

“No,” she said quickly, knowing there was no point in hiding it. “I-I’m sorry, I’m not… Where’s Ominis?”

Sebastian frowned, clearly worried about the state of her. She was sure she looked a mess, still breathing shallowly and feeling clammy all over. “He’s just inside,” he said. “I’ll send him out.”

“Thank you,” she muttered as he turned back around, giving her a quick nod as he walked back inside. She closed her eyes, trying to take deep breaths as she waited for Ominis to emerge. It only took a few moments before the entrance opened once more, and he came out, wand in hand.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as soon as the door shut behind him. He wore a concerned expression, and that was enough to finally make her come crumbling down.

She couldn’t speak through her tears, as hard as she tried to get a single word out. Ominis was by her side in an instant, hand reaching out to hold her arm as he said her name. He looked frazzled for a moment, thrown off by her sudden outburst, but quickly regained his composure.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get you out of the hallway.”

She didn’t protest in the slightest as he took her by the arm, pulling her to a classroom nearby. As he closed the door behind them, he turned back to her.

“Deep breaths,” he said softly. “Come on, you need to breathe.”

“I-I’m trying,” she stuttered.

“I know,” he assured her. “It’ll be fine.”

She shook her head. “No, it won’t. It—”

He shushed her gently. “You can tell me in a moment. Right now you need to calm yourself.”

She closed her eyes, trying to do as he said. After a minute or two, her tears had stopped, and she finally felt like she was getting enough oxygen. Ominis, hearing the way her breathing had changed, smiled a bit. “There. Now, what’s wrong?”

A bitter laugh escaped her lips. “Everything. Absolutely everything. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Ominis frowned. “Well, let’s just start with one thing, and work our way to everything, shall we?”

She sighed. Logical, as always. “My… my father sent me a Howler. He was angry because Constance sent him a letter, no doubt telling him off about our engagement.” She closed her eyes, trying not to shiver as the sound of her voice filled her thoughts once more. “She heard what it said, and I yelled at her. If there was ever any chance of us fixing our friendship, I’m sure I just destroyed it.”

“Is that what has you in this state?” Ominis asked. “If she’s any friend worth having, she’ll find it in herself to forgive you. I’m sure of it.”

“No, that’s not… that’s not all,” she said softly. She pressed her lips together, preparing herself to force the words out of her mouth. She was done keeping things in. Pretending it was fine. That her world wasn’t all on fire. “My father threatened to kill me,” she whispered. “One step out of line, and I’m finished.”

Ominis stilled at her words, seemingly frozen in place.

“He’s threatened to take many things from me,” she admitted. “My wand. My inheritance. My future. But never before my life.”

“Do you… do you think he would really…?”

“Yes.” As she answered, she knew it was true. She felt it in every part of her, the way her body trembled at the mere idea of facing him in his wrath. Her hand went unconsciously to her left forearm, feeling the scar there. “He’s never hesitated to raise his wand against me.”

The weight of her words sat heavy in the room. Ominis seemed lost in his thoughts. “I’m sorry,” he finally said.

“It’s not your fault,” she replied. “I should have known he’d be willing to resort to this.”

It was clear, now, how cold he truly was towards her. She’d always hoped—however stupidly, however foolishly—that he had some amount of care toward her. That all his twisted actions and demands were some display of his broken sort of love. She’d thought that maybe, just maybe, he shared a shred of the love he had for her mother for her—because he had to love her mother. Had to. Why would he have kept her around otherwise, even after the Healers had told them she could bear no more children, when they learned she would never provide him a proper heir?

But it seemed whatever love he’d had was all used up before he could share a portion for his only child.

No, this was the perfect confirmation. The one that assured her she was an unwanted child. That her father had meant it each time he said he’d rather have no heir than have her.

She leaned back against the wall, letting herself slide down it, feeling like she was on the verge of coming undone once more. Her throat began to tighten, and she closed her eyes to keep tears from falling. “They don’t want me,” she choked out.

Ominis fell to the ground beside her, and just as a cry escaped her lips, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

She buried her head in his shoulder, letting herself get lost in the feeling of his embrace. It took several minutes before she felt even a little composed, and she loosened the grip she’d had on the front of his robes. Her knuckles were sore from how tightly she’d tried to hold herself to him.

His arms did pull away from her. He was warmer than she thought he would be—she didn’t know why that surprised her so much. Perhaps she’d thought he’d feel just like the appearance of his eyes, like an ice-covered lake. But no. Ominis was warm. And soft. He didn’t stop surprising her—didn’t stop being the opposite she’d thought he’d be.

And in the comfort in his arms, another thought occurred to her; she wasn’t sure she’d ever been held like this. She wondered if he had.

Despite the fact that she would have loved to let herself forget about her worries cradled there, she pulled away. There had been several new discoveries in her time in his arms already. She was a little afraid of what more she might find if she stayed. But he didn’t seem ready to let go of her completely, and when he grabbed her hand in his own, she decided that was enough of a middle ground to stand on.

“I’m going to be honest,” he said softly. “This… makes things quite a bit more difficult. It’s getting harder and harder to see a way out of this.”

He was right. No matter what choice she made, her life would be over.

“I don’t mean to be grim,” he said. “But it is the truth. Though I will say this.”

Shifting, his grip tightened on her hand, his body facing hers more completely. “I will do all I can to assure you a life that is happy and safe.”

“Both of us,” she added. “Both of us will be happy and safe.”

He smiled softly. “If there is a way.”

She didn’t like the implication of his words. The idea that he might sacrifice his own happiness for hers—well, it made her heart feel tugged in an uncomfortable way.

But he didn’t give her a chance to argue with her. Instead, he rose to his feet, forcing her to stand with him as their hands were still locked together. “What do you say we stop moping for a moment and cause some mayhem?”

That caught her a bit off guard, and she felt her eyebrows raise. “I didn’t know Ominis Gaunt liked to cause mayhem.”

“Then you haven’t been paying very much attention.” He let go of her hand, opening the door of the classroom and letting her walk through. “I’ve got something in mind.”

Despite the hopeless feeling still stirring in her chest, she smiled. “Then lead the way.”

She couldn’t ignore the slightest bit of a sly expression when he began to take her down corridors and halls. For the most part, it was the Sallow twins who had a bit of a reputation for troublemaking—but in the last while she had learned that Ominis was just as bad as they were, only much more subtle about it.

He stopped so suddenly at the end of a hall that she nearly ran into him.

“Tell me,” he said softly. “Is Duncan Hobhouse anywhere in sight?”

Her eyes widened, then a small laugh escaped her lips. Ominis had always had it out for the Ravenclaw boy—and she would have felt bad about it, if she hadn’t overheard him saying something about how Muggleborn teachers should be thrown out. She suspected Ominis had once heard him say something similar, and a very one-sided rivalry was born.

She scanned the hall in front of them. “Yes, he’s against the wall at the far end, just beside the corner,” she answered.

“Ah, yes, I sense him there… convenient position, couldn’t have set it up better if I tried.”

She chuckled. “Set it up for what?”

He smirked. “You’ll see, dearest. Stay right here. And please, do your best to look natural. I can’t have you giving me away.”

With that, he turned heel, heading back down the hall behind them. She stood in confusion for a moment, watching after him. When he turned a corner, out of sight, she frowned. Might as well follow his instructions.

She stood by a suit of armor, keeping an eye on Duncan in her peripheral vision. After a few minutes, she started to get a bit uneasy… this wasn’t some elaborate ruse to get rid of her, was it?

But then she heard… something. It was hard to make out over the din of the hallway, but it sounded almost like… a purr?

Whatever it was, Duncan seemed to hear it much better than her. His eyes went wide as he pushed himself off the wall, looking around frantically. After a few quiet moments of him not finding what he was looking for, he seemed to get a little relief. But then she heard it again—and this time Duncan did not seem to think it was his imagination.

“Who—where—”

Spotting her opportunity, she walked forward. “Is something wrong, Hobhouse?”

His head whipped around toward her. “I’m sure I just heard…” He swallowed hard. “...nevermind.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss it,” she said. “I thought I heard it, too. Puffskien purrs are just fearsome, aren’t they?”

The purr sounded once more, and that was enough to make Duncan yelp before running off like a madman.

She burst out laughing, and soon enough Ominis’s chuckling joined her as he lifted the Disillusionment Charm off himself.

“Oh, that was just brilliant,” she said, still laughing. Ominis seemed pleased by the sound, leaning against the wall and smiling wider than she’d even seen him do. “How on earth did you do that? Do you really have a puffskien hiding in your pocket.”

“No, I’ve discovered a much more convenient way to carry their likeness with me.” He parted his lips just a bit, and a flawless impression of a puffskien’s purr left his mouth.

Her eyes widened. “How—”

“Practice,” he said. “Probably too much of it, but it’s been a delight using it whenever I get a bit bored in class. There’s no better sound than hearing Hobhouse in distress.”

She shook her head in disbelief. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

“You say that like you weren’t there at the beginning of this year.”

She laughed, bumping his shoulder with her own. “Well, I’m glad I found my way out of it.”

He smiled down at her, and a strange shiver went through her as his blue eyes nearly met her own. “I’m glad, too.”

She tore her gaze away from him—had it always been that hard to do that?—and stared instead at the floor. “Thank you,” she said softly. “For this. For everything.”

“Of course,” he said, matching her tone. “I… may not be able to fix everything for the two of us, but if I can help you forget about it for even moment, then perhaps I’ve done something worthwhile.”

A warmth took over her chest, and it took only a moment to search for the name—gratitude. She was grateful for Ominis, for his understanding, for his care.

There was a lot that was uncertain. A lot that sent her heart racing and thoughts spiraling, but as she looked back at the blond young man beside her, she smiled.

Maybe her heart could race for some good reasons, too.

Chapter Eight

A/N: What do we have here? Feelings??? Not sure, you better stay tuned to find out...

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forgottenvalentina · 2 months

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ok so, based on lizzy's idea of black w snakes, and paired w the fact that valentina's only v distantly related to royalty, this is a mockup i did for valentina's og crest! i went w sable/argent/vert/tawny as the primary color scheme (and am only just now putting together that i think i was really channeling house slytherin but whtever i stand by that we all know valentina'd be a slytherin lsdkfjklsdfkljsdf ANYWAY!! im thinking that the ram/serpent motif is the og royal one but the moline cross and crescent showcase that valentina is descended from the eighth son of a prince who was, himself, descended from the second son of a king soooo yeah, not exactly next in line till roderick decided to change all of that ;DDDD

Serpent: Wisdom, knowledge, defiance; fertility and renewal; medicine

Ram: Authority & leadership; strength, perseverence

Goat: Political ability, diplomat/diplomacy, practical wisdom; persistence and strength

Sable (black): Constancy or grief

Vert (green): Hope, joy, and loyalty in love

Argent (silver/white): Peace & sincerity

Tawny or Tenné (orange/brown): Worthy ambition

Crown: Heaven; victory, sovereignty, empire; success

Crescent: One who has been honored by the sovereign; hope/ hope of greater glory; service in holy war/House of the second son

Cross/Moline Cross: Service in holy war; faith/House of the eighth son (or, as used in conjunction with the crescent, house of an eighth son from the line of a second son)

Ermine or Fur: Dignity

ANYWAYYYY, when she got married that got adapted, and since she was of royal blood, her kids get to wear the crests of both their parents, perhaps smth...like...this...?

literally just used the first vaguely nautical sigil (since its the riverbend) w the default colors as an example to represent what their dad's sigil might've been, but yeah since their mom, being of royal blood, technically outranks their dad, they would have been permitted to slice their arms to use the sinister (no, really, that's just the word for 'left' in latin -- romans had weird supersticions abt the left and that's why sinister means what it means to us but, anyway, its what the mother's side is called when you get to use that and, obv, it therefore appears on the left -- as assigned from the pov of the person carrying the shield which pov i forgot when i initially made this which is why the words are backwards bc i flipped it since they later changed which side is sinister and which is dexter [right/paternal] lkasdjflkjsdflkj)

so yeah!! that's a mock up and i wondered what you thought? i def think the dad's side needs some work (im actually thinking, personally, that a portcullis could be cool esp bc its symbolic meaning is 'protection in an emergency' and that's precisely what valentina failed to give them aklsjdfkldsjfsdf annnd its what cassimir is sort of promising to eithne so yeah idk thought it had ~meaning but yeah anywayyy alksjdflkjsdf)

anyway!! smth along these lines would've been the family sigil that valentina and her kids would've been entitled to wear from the day of her marriage, so yeah! when valentina married lord m, the stepkids might've either quartered their arms (dad/val/mal/val probs), or they perhaps might've just left it as the above? once they were adopted (or 'adopted' ;D), the stepkids would've been entitlted to wear the malconaire arms. after her marriage, valentina probs took to using a val/malconaire split herself, but whatever her kids wanted to do would be their own call once they're formally entitled to use any arms they want etc. they could also potentially rest a crown over whatever their dad's sigil was to mark that they, themselves, are of royal blood, and valentina would defff encourage this and even more so after the rest of the royal line is wiped out laksjdfkljdsf

(also just realized i used a mullet instead of a moline in the second mockup, so just imagine that's a moline cross not a star on the cresent in the second one laksdjfklsdjafkljsdf this is why i really shouldn't try to do anything after a tag sale day hahaha)

anyway gonna respond to the overarching thing soon but when you set the challenge of 'like valles but not' i was like 'that sounds like fun!!' hahahaha (tho also lowkey hc'ing that they're related to the valles somehow -- we know the ~mega bad news came from house karr anyway soooo i think it works ;DDD)

#ooc #about #cassimir malconaire #sonya malconaire #fun fact lizzy our grandfather's crest was a black goat (w a red rose in his mouth) so that's ~our sinister crest and its meaning alksjflkj #do you think the goat or ram fits this fam better btw? i kept going back and forth so i featured both meanings...and that sigil could work #*for either so i told myself it was fine heehee #image

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princesssmars · 1 year

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free love all around

a makidrey x reader

its valentines day at constance billard, and your best friend knows just the way to make it even more special.

wc: 4.337 (wtf)

contains: fluff. polyamory. steamy makeout(s?) at the end. reader described having hair and being shorter than max. max is a little shit and audrey is confused about her sexuality but intrigued. aki bein cute and schemey. this is just a bisexual disaster.

a/n: them. just them. i started this in early 2021 (embarrassing) when aki pissed me off but i warmed up to him more in the beginning episodes of season two so triad x reader! too bad they all pissed me off in this season but On This Page Canon Means Nothing. i just finished 75% of this in a day so so if it seems wonky im sorry.

knock knock knock knock knock.

a loud sigh makes its way from the heap of covers in the middle of the bed in the grand bedroom. this little routine max loved happened nearly every damn week and god if it didnt annoy you every time-

knock knock knock knock knock.

you let out a long groan this time, muffling the sound of the door opening and the footsteps quickly making their way toward your bed, and just as you're about to reluctantly leave the comfort of where you sleep a giant weight plops on top of you.

"y'know i was about to berate you for sleeping in later but im actually feeling pretty comfy now."

"get off of me." you grumble, pushing your knees and arms forward to try to push your best friend off of you, making him laugh in the process.

"only if you get up." he moves his body to face you, his piercing blue eyes looking into yours.

your heart beats irregularly.

"ok fine, just move" you sigh.

he smiles victoriously, letting out a small giggle and rolling over on your bed, giving you the reluctant freedom to get up and start your day.

you move to your closet, look through your picked outfits and choose the one you feel would work for today before you move to your bathroom to wash up. until you see max get up from the bed.

"don't even think about it." you warn.

his eyes widen and the corner of his mouth quirks up slightly, showing how he thinks hes so hilarious.

“hurry up then, i need your help with something.”

you take a quick shower and put on your outfit and makeup, max’s foreboding words stuck in your mind and nearly making you poke your eye. it wasn't often that max let you in on one of his schemes, but when he did you knew your life was going to get very interesting for a few weeks.

“alright, what are you planning this time?” you ask, exiting the bathroom and grabbing your jacket and bag for school. max is already at the door, taking your hand in his as he leads you down the steps and out of your house. but not before you both say goodbye to your grandmother, who’s all sweet smiles in the mornings and has packed you some valentines themed goodies.

“don’t alright me, l/n. i swear this is finally the plan that you're going to agree with me on,” max holds your bags for you as you browse through something on your phone. once you're finished you make grabby hands for the snacks, looking through it after he quickly hands it to you to see some filled donuts and croissants. popping one in your mouth, you muffle a go-ahead for him to tell you his plan.

“first things first, I cant take all of the credit for this. our sweet little akeno helped, don't give me that look! he can be sneaky when he wants to be. anyway, both of us noticed something about audrey and need your help with it.”

“what have you noticed about her? is she acting like a diva because I'm afraid to admit that's how she’s always gonna be.” you joke, giggling when max rolls his eyes.

“obviously not that. its not about her personality but her..attraction to someone we know,” he states, sending you a pointed look that has you nearly stumbling over yourself. “don’t look so surprised, you definitely knew something was up.”

you stutter, still trying to process this load of information that's been dumped on you. “i-i knew she was being nicer to me, but I just thought she wanted some emotional support other than julien! are you seriously trying to say she has a crush on me?”

”that, my dearest, is what we’re going to find out.” his hand patting your shoulder alerts you to your surroundings, seeing you've already arrived to the crowded entrance of constance billards - st. jude’s.

he still doesn't let your hand go as you walk up to your table, the rest of your friends already sitting down and talking to each other.

“dont act so happy to see us, everybody,” you announce your presence, a collection of small greetings being directed to you.

“that’s five days in a row you’ve been late, y/n. if you need a lesson on punctuality you could always just ask.” money chides, looking at you with her iconic sarcastic smile.

“good morning to you too, money bags.” you joke, laughing along with luna as monet rolls her eyes at your silly nickname for her.

“you two look cozy.” the distinct voice of audrey hope pops up, her eyes pointed towards you and max’s conjoined hands. you hear max laugh under his breath.

deciding to tease her a bit you rush over to her and tightly wrap your arms around her, ignoring her protests so as to not ruin her outfit. “aww, don't get jealous auds. you know you’re my favorite hugging buddy.”

“you’re an idiot.”

“cmon, you know you love me.” you let her go a bit to look at her face, the blonde looking everywhere but at your eyes.

holy shit.

you look to max and aki who are sitting next to each other on one of the benches, the two of them looking at you with knowing expressions.

“did your grandma give you breakfast again? please tell me she made those stuffed donuts that I love.” aki reaches over to grab the bag from your hands, figuring you’ve caught on and will tease audrey some more. his face lights up when he sees the treats, taking a donut and biting out a large chunk.

when it came to audrey, aki was able to tell what she was thinking easily. she couldn't hide the clear distaste on her face when talking to someone she disliked, or the way she always seemed at peace when watching old hollywood movies. his girlfriend was a visually open book, which he regularly used to his advantage. but the one thing he didn't expect audrey to take a clear attraction to was you.

the way her eyes trailed after you when you headed to class, how she would frequently bring you up in conversation. he even noticed how she also did the same with their dear friend max. at first he thought it was jealousy, but now he knows there’s something more behind those eyes. it wasn't until he brought it up with max that they came up with the plan to see just how far they could push audrey until she admitted her not-so-secret feelings.

“dont be do greedy, menzies,” you snatch the bag back from his hands, “yes she made enough for everybody. including some croissants which i know you love, auds.” you say, picking out a croissant and raising it to the blonde girls mouth. she glares at you for a few seconds before leaning in and taking a bite while maintaining eye contact.

“alright I'm out of here. you four are always so weird.” monet gags before rushing from the table to class, the rest of your friends laughing and agreeing before trailing after her.

“and then there were four,” max muttered, wearing his usual smirk and putting his arms around aki and audrey’s shoulders before looking at you. “what ever shall we do now?”

“not whatever you’re planning. ill see you three at lunch,” you say goodbye to the three before heading to class. you would need some alone time to process what just happened and what it meant for your relationship with your best friends.

right after your english literature class with audrey ended, the girl tells you not to wait up for her as the teacher wants to over her last essay with her. walking the short distance into the middle courtyard, you see max and aki already at your table and engaged in normal conversation. walking over, max roughly pulls you into a side embrace, dragging you halfway onto the table.

“if it isn't our little star of the evening,” max gushed, smiling brightly at you.

“its eleven in the morning.”

“just enjoy my compliments, y/n.” ”anyway,” aki butts it, leaning forward to get a better part in the conversation. “thanks for going along with the plan so effortlessly this morning. we were going to take it a bit further tonight.”

they smile at you, aki’s hesitant and max’s borderline devilish.

“oh god what is it now?” you ask, slapping max’s thigh and laughing at his squeal.

“stop doing that! and what dear akeno was going to say was that he wants us to make it look like we're close so audrey gets a little jealous.”

your brows squint in confusion. “but we are close. we’re nearly attached at the hip most of the time?”

“he means make it look like we’re screwing.”

you move to smack max again, but he seems to expect it as he laughs and moves out of your hand's trajectory. you'd gotten used to max’s potty mouth but that didn't mean he could just say things like that in public. especially with this stupid gossip girl thing going around.

“have some class, wolfe.”

“if i did id be a different person, l/n. and we all know you'd miss my charming personality.” he purrs, throwing an arm around your shoulder. he’s really committed to this act, you think, as he looks like he wants to eat you alive. ”i can't believe im saying this but max is right,” aki says, smiling at max’s faux-insulted face, “if there's one thing i know about audrey its that when she feels like she’s missing out on something she will do everything she can to get it. she spent three hours last tuesday looking for a vintage chanel purse that got discontinued almost thirty years ago.”

“she definitely is persistent when she wants to be. which is precisely why this will work if me and y/n shag it up.” max leers. you consider criticizing his choice of words but decide to leave it.

“ok, so we make her jealous, and then what? she figures out her sexuality? what else?” you question.

they both open their mouths to speak but stop, not having thought that far. you can feel yourself slowly losing hope in them before max finally speaks.

“we’ll figure it out when is happens.”

its a few hours later that you’re back at home, getting dressed as you wait for max to come back from his house so you can go to dumbo hall together as the next part of the plan. throughout the whole school day, max had taken his part of the plan very seriously, treating you how he would one of his new flames.

he moved his desk right next to yours in your language class, unsuccessfully trying to persuade the teacher to let him stay and let the two of you work together, he held your hand as he walked you to your final class before pointing out how audrey was staring at your conjoined hands like they were her mortal enemy.

before you got in your lift home, he bid you goodbye with a long kiss right on your cheek, smirking at your shocked expression. you could've sworn you heard an all too familiar scoff and a mass of blonde hair storming in your opposite direction.

knock knock knock.

fixing up the last of your makeup and touching up your hair, you glide over to your bedroom door before opening it. in front of you stands max, wearing a not all the way buttoned up striped silk shirt with white pants and dress shoes. a classic max wolfe get-up but entrancing as always.

you try to ignore his eyes dragging up and down your body, his eyes lingering on your hips and chest before resting on your eyes.

“i don't know it could use a few touch-ups,” max purrs as steps closer to you, your neck having to crane to look up at him, “y’know i wouldn't mind helping you out of that and being a little late.”

“oh shut up, you flirt.” you groan, pushing his smiling face out of your way to head downstairs to your shared lift. max trails after you, hot on your heels as he takes your hand to help you step into the car without flashing someone because of your dress.

the ride there is mostly silent and it surprises you. in a good way. you'd been best friends with max for years now and it seemed like every time you two shared a space you were always talking about something, whether it be his recent sexual adventures or one of your new achievements.

but this silence was…comfortable. he didnt say any other innuendos about your looks, deciding to just sit beside you and look out the window, his left hand slightly brushing your right. you dont say anything when he conjoins your hands together, no cameras around to see you.

you enjoy the prospect of having him in privacy more than you'd like to admit. it takes more of you to admit that it feels like someones something’s missing.

when the car stops outside the building of dumbo, max helps you outside of the car and stays beside you up the elevator to the bar, keeping a pale hand on the bottom of your back as he gently guides you. its quiet again in the elevator unil you get a shared message from aki.

aki : we'll be there soon. gossip girl wont shut up about you two. audrey is 😾. almost done!

you both laugh at his message, all too familiar with audreys signature pout when she's pissed off. you told her once in eighth grade that she looked like a kitten when she did it and she told you to shut up. she's been using the cat emojis since.

“just one more push and audrey will finally join the alphabet alliance.” max laughs.

“did you ever think this would happen?” you ask. “i mean it in the nicest way but auds always seemed like the straightest girl ever.”

“so did i until what happened last summer.” max laughs but cuts himself off, looking like he really didnt want that to slip out.

your brows raise. “what happened last summer?”

“iiii don't know what you're talking about. it was a completely normal day with friends being normal. about each other. yup.”

max wolfe was caught off guard. if it weren't so shocking you would have taken a picture for memory's sake.

“cmon, you can tell me maxie,” you tease, bringing out the pet name you used to call him when you were little.

“nope. mhm. not falling for it.”

before you can question him further the elevator stops on the top floor, the familiar dark yellowish lighting and mingling twenty-somethings welcoming you into the space.

max rushes out of the elevator, trying his best to avoid telling you what happened last summer. in the short walk over to the seating area, you keep your eye on him as he maneuvers over to the bar, hopefully ordering your favorite cocktail. you would need it for the night ahead.

you feel a hand wrap around your wrist before pulling you down onto the couch, your brain stalling as it rushes to comprehend what just happened. thankfully, it's just luna. horribly, it's just luna.

“tell me everything. when did you two hook up? or are you only dating? i really doubt it because your sexual chemistry is through the roof-”

“lune!” you groan, stopping her inquiries as she giggles at you. while you loved luna and went to her for advice often, she really knew how to pry to get you to open up to her.

“we aren't actually together,” you whisper, “its just to help someone figure something out.”

luna’s brow raises. “sounds like a weird favor, but i’ll play along. but be honest with me, when this person figures out whatever it is they need to figure out, are you sure you’l be able to just…go back to normal?”

“yeah, of course, we will.” it takes you a few seconds to answer, and you can tell by the look on the brunette's face that she doesn't believe you.

you're not that sure you believe in yourself either.

a glass of f/c enters your vision and you take it happily, thanking max as he settles on the couch next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder. you try your best to ignore luna’ stare.

it’s a while later that the golden couple makes their appearance. aki looks good as usual, managing to effortlessly loo both adorable and enticing. he looks at you and gives a little smile and wave. it’s so sweet you don't know if those are butterflies in your stomach or plain sickness.

audrey is standing hand in hand with him and god does she take your breath away each time she dolls up. her watching old hollywood movies as a kid and falling in love with the styles that suited her perfectly, the blonde wearing a simple black halter neck gown with a diamond chain necklace. her hair is flowing over her back and shoulders, perfectly framing her face.

she ignores the both of you, flopping down on the couch in front of you and starting up a pointless conversation with julien, whose eyes dart between the four of you.

aki laughs under his breath and sits beside her, all of you struggling not to laugh at her little hmpf as she scoots away from him.

you get in the group chat when he waves his phone in your direction.

max : well she looks cheery

aki : she thinks i knew about the two of you dating and didn't tell her.

y/n : so she's upset with all of us. how do we make her realize she’s got a big fat crush on me if she’s going to avoid me like last season's manolos?

max : i’ve got an idea

as soon as you read the message max grabs your arm with that devious look on his face and announces that you two are going to talk in private. you look to aki who shrugs and audrey who is barely concealing her annoyance.

max takes you across the room and inside a set of doors, pulling them almost all the way shut before he turns to you.

“i’ve got an idea,” he says.

“so I've heard,” you laugh. “did you have to drag me across the whole room to tell me?”

“it was that week at the hamptons.”

your laugh stops. “what are you talking about?”

he sighs. “last summer, that week at the hamptons. we were hanging at the beach and when you came out of the water audrey was staring at you. and then that girl came up and started flirting with you and she was the angriest I've ever seen her.”

your brain takes in what he’s telling you and it helps explain… so much. how in the span of a few hours audrey went from asking you to help her get changed to getting shy when you noticed a birthmark on her ribcage. from asking you constantly when you were going to finally find a cute person to take you out to gagging at every person in your dm’s.

you just wished she would have voiced this to you. you noticed her slight jealousy and just took it as her being protective. you had told her numerous times that she was the only girl in your life, knowing the problems she had with abandonment, always telling her there would be room for her. it breaks your heart to think how she felt knowing you didn't feel the same.

but then there's akeno, your dear friend and audreys boyfriend. it was safe to say everyone - minus monet and maybe obie - had a crush on the pink-haired boy at some point. he was kind and maybe a bit too indecisive, but if you had a problem he was the most level-headed person you knew and he put things into perspective when you needed it. you remember when you came back from a trip thinking everyone had forgotten your birthday only to be surprised by a birthday party thrown by no one other than aki.

“i just wish she would have told me.” you sigh. you look at max’s face to see his mouth in a thin line as he stares at any place in the room but you. “maxie? what’s wrong?”

“god, stop with that nick - you know what, im just gonna say it. i only notice audrey was staring at you because i was. i mean, you do realize you’re fucking gorgeous, right? we really should have expected this. the friends to lovers thing is pretty played out but i thought i would wait it out long enough to-”

max’s rambling is abruptly cut off when you grab the back of his head and bring his lips to yours. it takes him a few seconds to realize what's happening before he kisses back, but when he does… you’d heard talk from boys and girls around school about the skill of max wolfe’s mouth but you had no idea it could feel as good as this.

it was both desperate but sweet, the kiss of two people who were long overdue to indulge in each other this way. its not long into it that his mouth prods yours open, his tongue meeting yours when you do so willingly. the suddenness and intensity of the kiss makes you dizzy, your hands blindly coming up to pull harshly at the brunette's hair. he moans into the kiss, slightly pulling away and smiling when you chase after his mouth.

“i guess it's safe to say we’re on the same page,” he breathes, the breathiness of his voice making you want to kiss him until he can't speak, “i always had a feeling you'd be a good kisser but jesus,”

“shut up, wolfe.”

“make me, l/n.”

he doesn't have to tell you twice before you’re bringing him back to you. this time he takes more charge, his large hands wrapping up from your back and pulling you in. he moves the attack of his mouth to your neck, sucking so hard at one spot that you know there’ll be a hickey but that excites you even further-

you slightly open your eyes in ecstasy and widen them when they lock with audrey’s in the doorway. aki is standing behind her, looking both scared but…supportive?

you (reluctantly) push max off of you, and the small noise of confusion he makes almost makes the situation better. almost.

audrey steels herself and drags aki further into the room before commanding he close and lock the door, turning back to the two of you stuck standing like kids who were caught stealing from the cookie jar.

“so it’s true. you two are sleeping around and you didnt even bother telling me.” she seethes. but you know her. she puts up an angry front because she’s hurt.

“yup, sorry auds but we wanted to keep it a secret for a bit longer. it was fun to sneak around behind everyone’s backs, anyway,” max boasts, sliding up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. “we would have told you eventually. we didnt think you would get so upset.”

“obviously im upset! my two best friends are sneaking around behind my back!”

“but…are you sure that’s why your upset?” you ask her.

she halts, keeping eye contact with you as she studies your face. you can see the moment she understands but squash it down, in fear that you don’t really mean what you say.

“of course. i should know these things. im…happy for you.”

“babe, c’mon,” aki begs, moving to join you by your side. “it’s ok, trust me. we know. that’s why we did this.”

she squints, eyes flickering between the three of you before she scoffs out a laugh and folds her hands over her chest. “you’re all assholes, you know that? if you had an inkling about how i do or don’t feel you could talk to me like normal people.”

glad she’s not that upset, you rush in and hug her body close to yours, lifting her a bit up off the ground as she yelps and slaps you on the shoulder. it doesn't help, she's barely concealing a smile when you look at her. you turn back to look at aki, who rolls his eye and mouths a “duh” at you before you move in and kiss audrey hope like you’ve been waiting a lifetime for it.

it’s both different but the same as max’s kiss, the desperation still there but less hurried. its slow and soft, comforting knowing you’ll get to do this again as much as you want now. that fat shocks you into pulling away from her, her eyes blinking up at you as she smiles prettily, the non-smudge lipstick that you got her working like a charm.

you feel a tap on your shoulder and look to your boys, the two having shared flushed cheeks and grins. deciding to finish your perfect little square, you giggle as you move over to give aki a sweet kiss as max drags in audrey for the same.

when all of you stop, you stand in silence for a minute just sharing looks before you all start laughing. normally after something like this you'd be nervous, wondering if you just ruined a relationship, but with the three of them you felt safe. you didnt have to worry about what you were, what you would do in the morning, or even the next few minutes. you just got to laugh in happiness with your favorite people knowing they felt the same about you.

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Hello, can I request for hercules and reader. The plot is she catches him cheating on her and by doing so, he’s broken her heart. But when he tries to win her back, she’s already happily married to Ares.

This was such a challenge, hope you like it tho❤️

Cheater!Hercules x reader x Ares

Type: angst, but fluff in the end

Warnings: swearing, a bit of violence, mention of blood, mention of sex

The day was going far too well for your liking, and that means only one thing: something was horribly wrong. You woke up next to your significant other, Hercules, already awake and smiling, lighting up the room like the summer sun. His eyes full of life reflected the happiness that had invaded you instantly, while you moved closer to him kissing his soft lips. Everything Hercules did was flawless, his good and kind heart was infallible and you couldn't help but fall in love with him, regardless his human origin. From the window of your temple you could already see the clear cloudless sky of heaven, there was no sign of wind if not a soft cool breeze.

"Good morning, my love" you said, feeling his muscle flex under the touch of your fingers. Hercules he sighed as you started tracing every inch of his skin, watching you aroused and bringing his arms around your hips. "Morning...my goddess"

You decide to get up after a few minutes often to laze between the white covers of your bed, the chill air of the room struck your bare skin like the precise slash of a blade, while your lover was dressing up. The usual routine: you go about your duties as goddess of weapons, while Hercules goes to Zeus to leave for a new endeavour.

"I better get going, Zeus is gonna be so mad at me..." Hercules spoke with his head down as he adjusted his belt. "Then you better get going" you answered trying to hold him in your arms, but without success, since he had already left without looking you in the eyes. Weird, it was just weird, but you decided to ignore it, thinking it was simple anxiety about the fight ahead.

Passing an hand between your hair, you decide to leave your temple, saying goodbye to your handmaids on your way to one of the many arenas. As the goddess of weapons, your job was to inspire blacksmiths and to guide the hand of bold knights who pray to you with constancy, asking for victory in battle and the protection of an angel.

Precisely for this reason, your path often collides with that of the god Ares, your boyfriend's best friend, gentle like him, but with a head as hard as the helmet he wears.

Your work was important to you and your strength had earned you the respect of many deities, who saw you as a guide, a shoulder to lean on. And you loved every second of that, the role of hero suited you just as a sword slipped into its scabbard. Simply perfect.

"Lady Y/N, is good to see you here"

"It's where we work, Ares"

"Y-yeah, sorry"

As always, the smell of dirt filled your nostrils as you prepared to side with your favorite faction; while Ares joined the opposing faction. You two always did this: you never took the same side, but you liked to create some healthy competition between you, stimulating your passion for war and strengthening your bond. You decided to look into each other's eyes, the tension palpable as you waited for one of the two knights you were assisting to dare to make the first move. Your heart filled with a burning fire ready to explode inside you, Ares was gasping with anticipation and both of you could do nothing but scream as you heard the battle cry. You set out on a wild ride, even outpacing the horses, then clashing your weapons in a hypnotic dance. "Let's go!" said Ares smiling and ready to strike another blow, that you parried without problems.

Your fight lasted until there was only one fighter left standing on the battlefield...and it was yours. Both of your breaths were heavy, your armor was full of small scratches, while Ares' scarlet cloak was almost torn to shreds. You were the first to decide to break that silence: "That was good"

"Indeed" said the other, adjusting his blond curl and offering you his hand to return to Olympus; you grabbed it without a second thought, leaving that bloodbath to go home.

The only thought on your mind was to be able to see Hercules again: in reality, all the tension you vented with the sword was equivalent to the fear of losing your loved one, always ready to risk his life. "Are you ok?" asked you Ares, without leaving your side and with worry in his blue eyes. Sometimes, you wondered how such kind eyes could belong to a god of war.

You waited a few seconds before answering, then you talked: "I'm just worried about Hercules, he left this morning for a dangerous quest. I know he's strong, but..."

"Wait"

"Mh?"

"Are you sure?"

Now you were panicking. Your heart skipped a beat, the god looked at you with even more confusion than before, then resumed his speech: "Zeus didn't call him to the palace today"

"What?" you said, with the mind totally turned off and with even more questions than before. "I'll go search for him"

"Yeah, I'm coming too"

And having said that, you both set off in search of the missing demigod. Your ambition died down after you finished checking everywhere, while your eyes were already filling with tears. "Let's try your temple!" Ares suggested, placing a hand on your back and drawing circles on it to calm you down. "Y-yeah, you're right, maybe he's already a-at home"

How could you imagine, how could you predict such a thing. Before you, was your world completely crumbling, all your dreams in smoke and hopes in flames. Hercules' apologies weren't enough to justify one of your handmaids underneath him, completely naked and with his cock thrust inside her. Your eyes were wide open and your mouth wide open, you didn't know what to say and how to react: that person who can be considered as noble as honest had just stabbed you in the back. Ares was still beside you, looking at his friend in anger and disappointment; he didn't say anything either. There were so many words to say, but all of them floated around the room unspoken. Nobody dared to do it. Your servant began to get up slowly, covering her bare parts with a sheet and proceeding towards the door, her gaze lowered in shame at not meeting that of her mistress. Anger hit you right after. Your foot moved on its own, dropping her like a sack of potatoes, then you walked towards Hercules. "Hear me out, ple-"

He didn't even have time to finish the sentence, that your hand in contact with his cheek snatched the poor apologies from his mouth. "Out. Go out"

Hercules blanched, suddenly stiffened and threw himself out the door without thinking about covering himself: he thought only of disappearing and didn't even bother to pick up his new lover, which was forced to crawl away.

You and Ares were the only ones left in the room. The god of war didn't know what to do, yet his mind lit up as he saw your knees give out and your sobs slowly get louder and louder. All the anger was pouring out of your eyes, while your lip was bleeding from the force with which you were biting it. Ares threw himself on you, holding you tightly and kissing your forehead softly. "Everything will work out" he kept repeating like a broken record, while rocking you gently, without letting go for a single second. On the other hand, your honor had been scarred for life, just like the trust you had in your asshole ex-lover. You wanted to throw stones at fate, break the wings of all the angels still flying, but you weren't like that and now you should have only thought about recovering. Ares would have stood by you, crumbling every shred of respect he had for Hercules.

Time passed and many things changed: you had taken your life back in hand, thanks to the support of your friends and your fortitude; fortunately, the same could not be said for Hercules, who had fallen into a vortex of sadness and guilt. Not a day went by that his mind wasn't occupied by you, your laughter, your love and what he had lost. He couldn't even remember why he'd done you such a wrong, he'd completely forgotten and felt like a piece of shit for doing it. The ghost of your touch haunted him day and night, driving him mad even in his dreams; Hercules had lost the support of the deities he knew as soon as word got out, becoming a laughingstock to all who loved you. Until one day, he decided to put an end to his torments, if not completely mend the tear that was between you. He took his things, got ready, observing his deep dark circles for a few too many seconds, accompanied by a dull and melancholy look. He left his house, heading towards your beautiful temple, stomping the road he used to take with you. He didn't even have time to get to the gardens surrounding your little kingdom, that a familiar voice invaded his ears instantly. "Come here, little boy!"

"Ares?" thought the redhead, looking around. After a while he heard another voice, more melodious and ringing: "Listen to your father, Eagro!"

It was you, unmistakable. He began to follow your voices, his brain analyzing a thousand pieces of information per second as he thought back to what he had just overheard. He wandered behind the hedges for a while before coming to a clearing. Hercules didn't notice the beautiful flowers around it, but something else caught his eye: your figure was surrounded by a red cloak (very similar to that of Ares), while your husband was playing with a brat among the daisies. "I'll beat you, daddy!" "I'm sure you will, kiddo!"

Your smile was ethereal, much more sincere and beautiful than the one you wore when you were with him, it seemed more right. On one hand, he was angry with himself for throwing everything away: he could have been the one next to you, that could have been his son...

But on the other hand, he was happy to see you as brilliant as ever, accompanied by a better god than him. Ares would never have abandoned you, or betrayed or disappointed you; it was perfect. Hercules left silently, without looking back, his head filled with thoughts of a life never lived.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #ror x reader #ror x you #ror x y/n #record of ragnarok ares #record of ragnarok headcanons #record of ragnarok heracles #snv x you #snv x reader #snv x y/n #snv ares #snv heracles

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annachum · 1 year

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Loki x Sigyn HCs ( my MCU fanfics )

. So, we all know that Loki and Sigyn are friends since childhood

. Loki started to gradually develop a crush on Sigyn as they both went into their teen years, when Sigyn is growing from a pretty and curious little girl to a blossoming and courageous teenager

. Their relationship kinda reminds me of Beauty and the Beast and Hiccistrid in some ways btw

. Sigyn doesn't give a flying fuck about Loki's Jotun heritage. However, she found herself having to learn to get over the internalised stigma she learned against other Frost Giants ( rhe Asgardians, Light Elves, Vanaheimrs and Dwarves distrust Frost Giants )

. It was partially thanks to Sigyn that Loki gradually accepts his Jotun heritage and recovers from his period of self loathing ever since he found out his Jotun heritage

. Like other Valkyries and valkyrior veterans, Sigyn regularly wore her hair in braided hairstyles. Braids are signs of power and victory in Ancient Nordic Socieities

. While Loki has got raven hair, ivory skin and ice blue eyes, Sigyn got warm skin, curly auburn nut brown hair, turquoise eyes and an athletic and curvy body

. Sigyn likes baking and she sometimes has baking hangouts with her Nine Realms friends

. She is good friends with Hnossa, Gersemi, Hildegund ( Volstagg's wife ), Anneli/Grace ( Heimdall's wife ) and Sif

. Even after all Loki has done in thor 1 and Avengers 1, Sigyn can't help but still love him and is tremendously relieved when Odin and Frigga can't bear to kill him.

. She isn't above calling out his crap tho, but she tries her best to help him get back on a right track as they mend the seams of their relationship

. Sigyn is an anchor of constancy to Loki's unpredictability and chaos

. After the Massacre of Valkyrie, Sigyn began to wear aurora borealis inspired hair highlights at times to commemorate her mother and those who died in the Massacre of Valkyrie

. Sigyn is more like her mother personality wise btw.

. Her dad is a tall blonde pureblood elf with turquoise eyes ( think kinda like Legolas ) while her mother got dark auburn hair, warm skin and bright brown eyes.

. When she was a kid, Sigyn is kinda insecure of her pointy ears. Loki is one of those who helped her get through her insecurities over her ears

. Loki likes to visit Sigyn's villa in Asgard when he was Loki/Odin. It is a place of solace for both of them when they wanted a break from court dramas and political melodramas and such

. Sigyn loves Yuletide. She loves to help around with the decorating and baking. Loki is alright with Yuletide but tends to enjoy them more whenever Sigyn is around. Bless.

. Loki is great at skating and likes to skate with his Nine Realms cohorts in winter

#loki x sigyn #chaos x constancy #sigyn #norse goddess of fidelity and victory #norse mythology #hcs #mcu

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dank-art · 2 years

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Happy pride to logyn !!🥰 💛🏳️‍🌈💚

Heres to constancy & chaos, victory & michief 🥂 together in harmony

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gorgongrrlfriend · 7 months

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Let the Queen of Heaven be adored.

Hail unto Thee who art NUIT, the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset, the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky.

Hail unto Thee who art BABALON, who appeareth oftentimes in the coals of the fire, and upon the smooth skin of woman, and in the constancy of the waterfall, and in the emptiness of deserts and marshes, and upon great cliffs that look seaward; and in many strange places, where men seeketh Thou not.

Hail unto Thee who art MA, Mighty Mother of us all. In Thee Truth is Delight.

Hail unto Thee who art SHAKTI. To the Goddess who abideth in all beings in the form of Power, salutations unto Thee, salutations unto Thee, salutations unto Thee, again and again.

Hail unto Thee who art KALI, the ultimate, as black as the nothingness of the darkest night. Hail unto Thee who in Thy dancing gathereth the heads of all them that are baptized in the waters of life.

Hail unto Thee who art TARA, the one Star in Sight. Hail unto Thee who art the Savour, who appeareth amongst the flames of mortality as the infinite Will, and who nurseth with the milk of the stars from Thy breasts.

Hail unto Thee who art LALITA, in Thy play Thou art lovely, and enthroned Thou art the Mother of the Universe, the beautiful one and Queen of the three worlds.

Hail unto Thee who art MARIAM, the Lord is with Thee.

Hail unto Thee who art APHRODITE, Lady of Love and of Victory. How Thy glances have kindled all these fires that have blown about the heavens.

Hail unto Thee who art ISIS, Infinite Space, and the Infinite Stars thereof.

Hail unto Thee who AHATHOOR in Thy triumphing, even unto Thee who art Ahathoor in Thy beauty, who travellest over the Heavens in thy bark at the Mid-course of the Sun.

Tahuti standeth in His splendour at the prow, and Ra-Hoor abideth at the helm.

Hail unto Thee from the Abodes of Morning!

- Adoration of the 11 Names of the Goddess

#divine feminine #shakti #babalon #156 #thelema #tantra #witchblr #dianic witchcraft #goddess #kali #shakta #INBVSM

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forgottenroderick · 2 months

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The Banners of House Varmont

note: there may be more. the queens would have their own badges, as well, as would the late empress (tho likely that's now what guin is using, i'd think?), and cassandra likely has use of her mom's and/or arthur's with cadency marks, but since she's an imperial princess, and not just a royal princess, roderick would def ok her usage of her own badge, as well, though that's usually reserved for sons, heirs, and titled warriors, it is likely that guin, cassandra, and each of the queens, as well as the late empress, has at least one unit who fights in their honor given that roderick's empire is v much a military operation, so yeah! basically there may be as many as four other varmont insignias out there, but these are the big five! also pls note that i am convinced roderick has given each of his children an obscene number of titltes to bandy abt (tho not so many as he has!) in order to showcase their importance as his children, but we'll say these are perhaps shortened, more casual titles for astaira ;D

The Imperial Arms of His Imperial Majesty, Roderick the First of His Name, by the Grace of the One True God, of the Great and Holy Empire of [Varmont] and Astaira and of His other Realms and Territories One True Emperor, Conquer of the Twelve Kingdoms, Defender of the Faith, and God’s Own Champion

Or (yellow/gold): generosity and elevation of the mind

Gules (red): warrior or martyr; military strength and magnanimity

Pupure (purple): royal majesty, sovereignty, and justice

Phoenix: resurrection

Crown: heaven; victory, sovereignty, empire; success

Crown, naval (composed of masts and rigging): one who first boarded an enemy’s ship; distinguished naval commander/conqueror's crown

The Princely Imperial Arms of Her Imperial Highness, the Princess Imperial, Guinevere, of the House of Varmont

Or (yellow/gold): generosity and elevation of the mind

Argent (silver/white): peace and sincerity

Pupure (purple): royal majesty, sovereignty, and justice

Dove: represents the soul, the spirit of god; peace, purity, chastity

Crown: heaven; victory, sovereignty, empire; success/princely crown

Crown, Naval (composed of masts and rigging): one who first boarded an enemy’s ship; distinguished naval commander

The Princely Imperial Arms of His Imperial Highness, Archduke of [Varmont], Edmund, Prince of the House of Varmont, Lord of [the Riverbend]

Or (yellow/gold): generosity and elevation of the mind

Sable (black): constancy or grief

Argent (silver/white): peace and sincerity

Pupure (purple): royal majesty, sovereignty, and justice

Raven: divine providence; knowledge; durable resistance; bringer of death

Crown: heaven; victory, sovereignty, empire; success

Crown, naval (composed of masts and rigging): one who first boarded an enemy’s ship; distinguished naval commander

Crown, mural (a crown composed of bricks): defender of a fortress, token of civic honour; one who first mounted the breach in the walls of a fortress; power

The Princely Imperial Arms of His Imperial Highness, Archduke of [Varmont], Arthur, Prince of the House of Varmont, Lord of Kil-kennar

Eagle: nobility, strength, bravery, and alertness; magnanimity; or one who is high-spirited, ingenious, quick-witted, and judicious; a person of action and vigor especially where important and high matters are concerned; high intellect and quick comprehension; salvation, redemption, and resurrection

Eagle displayed (wings spread): the above + protection/one who is a protector

Or (yellow or gold): generosity and elevation of the mind

Gules (red): warrior or martyr; military strength and magnanimity

Pupure (purple): royal majesty, sovereignty, and justice

Crown: heaven; victory, sovereignty, empire; success

Crown, naval (composed of masts and rigging): one who first boarded an enemy’s ship; distinguished naval commander the imperial crown of conquest

Crown, mural (a crown composed of bricks): defender of a fortress, token of civic honour; one who first mounted the breach in the walls of a fortress; power

The Princely Arms of His Imperial Highness, Sebastian, Prince of the House of Varmont

Or (yellow/gold): generosity and elevation of the mind

Vert (green): hope, joy, loyalty in love

Pupure (purple): royal majesty, sovereignty, and justice

Falcon: one who does not rest until objective achieved; person of action

Crown: heaven; victory, sovereignty, empire; success

Crown, naval (composed of masts and rigging): one who first boarded an enemy’s ship; distinguished naval commander

Crown, mural (a crown composed of bricks): defender of a fortress, token of civic honour; one who first mounted the breach in the walls of a fortress; power

#obv lauren and lizzy feel free to lmk if these dont work w your visions etc!! i was just eager to see how they might look all together lkasj #ooc #about #edmund varmont #guinevere varmont #sebastian varmont #arthur varmont #me reading up on raven heraldic meanings for this and i get to BRINGER OF DEATH alskjfklsjdf #even edmund's sigil was tryna warn the malconaires lkajsfklsjdf #def pictured the dove in flight and the raven displayed but alas the site does not include those possibilities #still alksdfj abt bringer of death ngl lkasjdafkjsd me like oK CALM DOWN while amira like 'that's my boy' and godfrey winking at the camera #i ordered it by roderick then by consort then by birth order if you were wondering hahah but i did toy around w just stright age order lksa #my inner amira was NOT pleased ;DDD #which made me think -- you KNOW there's some insane antics jockeying for LITERAL position when they all go to enter a room alksdjfkljdf

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