#its the blackish scar

[cloudy-li]

about tangibility

luke castellan x unclaimed afab!reader no warnings 'In which two broken people find a semblance of comfort within each other.' A story from 'Two Threads of Yarn', a pjo series that i'm working on (hopefully) encompassing pjo, hoo and toa :) [sorry if there's any misspellings or grammar mistakes (-_-)]

The night was dark and full of terrors. Yet, sitting side by side on the pebbly embankment of the lake, shrouded by towering conifers, two teenagers felt more alive than ever. Newly befriended, you and Luke passed the restless nights — when neither could sleep — together by the lake.

In great succession, smoothened pebbles were grasped, tilted, aimed and skimmed on the surface of the lake. Sending mesmerizing ripples across the silver surface. “Ah-ha! Seven skims!” You exclaim jovially, fists pumping in the air victoriously. “Nahh, I only saw five,” from his position on the ground, sitting cross-legged, Luke held your gaze. Stern. Serious. You furrowed your brows and squinted at the surface of the lake. “No~, are you sure? I swear —” Your sentence was cut-off when you glimpsed the shit-eating grin on Luke’s face. “Luke!” You whined exasperatedly, storming over a few feet to where he was. You shoved him half-heartedly as you sat down next to him. “Mmh, sorry starlight.” You rolled. Your eyes but at the same time, couldn't suppress the smile that ghiddly made its way onto your face.

The two of you fell into comfortable silence. Shoulder to shoulder, fingers only centimeters apart from one anothers. Suddenly, you were aware of the silvery halo that adorned Luke's tousled hair, liquid silver outlining every curl of his hair and every curve of his face. Even his eyes which were usually a warm brown were now darker, deeper, more soulful and highlighted with silver. And then, instantaneously, your stomach clenched, trying to suppress a flurry of butterflies. Then, your ribs tightened and your heart and you felt as if you were suckerpunched in the windpipe. Abruptly, you inhaled and realized. You really wanted to hold his hand, and kiss his cheek, his eyes, his nose, his scar, his lips. You knew, with a startling realization, that you wanted Luke to hold you, and put his lips on yours.

“I was wondering…” you broke out of your trance, managing to muster a measly “mmh?” Luke's hand drifted towards your face ‘his hands are so pretty’. His fingers settled on a distinct lock of hair, fingertips ghosting along its length. “I was wondering how you got this… You told me you weren’t born with it, so how…?” Luke seemed to trail off as you yourself reached for that lock of silvery hair. A great marring sight juxtaposed vividly against your other dark locks.

“Honestly, I don’t think I remember very much of it.” You started off. “I was young, maybe four or five, and all I remember is this weird dream,” You paused briefly, trying to recollect fragments of your childhood memory. “It was really, really dark. But at the same time, there was light as well – like a vast night sky. And then, I saw faces, figures – I think – I remember; one was very bright – like the sun – and another looked really old and smelt like almonds – And then, I remember waking up and my father being shocked at my hair.” You finished, silently trailing off to glance at Luke. He looked to be in deep thought. ‘Gods, I wanna kiss him so bad’ You went to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. Once, twice, thrice, you missed. Furrowing your brows, you bought your hand into the moonlight.

And froze.

Ice creeped up your veins and the breaths you took began to seem more and more laborious. Your chest constricted. Luke was brought out of his stupor by heavy breaths. Panicked, he turned towards you and frantically examined your hands. Where your fingers should have been, there was nought left but near-transparent mirages of your fingers outlined by a blackish shimmer. Luke immediately gathered you in his arms. On instinct, he instructed you to bring your knees to your chest and gently gilded your head until it was almost between your knees. Sitting behind, with you in his arms, Luke stroked your hair until heavy breaths and sobs gave way for slow calming breaths accompanied by the occasional sniffle. “Sorry… Again…” you mumbled out ashamed. Luke shifted so that he was facing your side. “Starlight, you don’t need to say sorry…I meant it when I said that I’m here for you.” Luke tucked the stray lock of hair behind your ear, absentmindedly. You clenched and unclenched your fists. The transparence was retreating giving back to tangible flesh and bone. Luke enclosed one of your hands in his. “Thank you,” you breathed out. You hung your head for a while but eventually managed to lift your head and lock your eyes with Luke. ‘I want this.’

“Kiss me.” “Hmm… Starlight?” “Kiss me Luke, please.” “Starlight are you sure? You’re not really–” “Luke, just kiss me, please.”

And with that desperate plea, any semblance of restraint melted away as Luke touched his lips to yours, and it felt soothing. Not shocking, or electric. Luke felt like a welcome chilly breeze on a hot summer's day where you were burning up and fading out. He was soft and he was gentle but there was also passion, reined back. He handled you with care, the same way the ocean guilds a sailor home, and yet have the power to break his ship and his soul if it ever wished to. But more than anything, Luke’s lips against yours was something tangible. Something to hold onto as you phase in and out of reality. He was your anchor, keeping you in his world. Luke broke the kiss to pepper your neck with featherlight touches. And you reciprocated. Kissing his cheeks, his eyes, his nose… You hesitated at the scar. Your hand traveled to cup his cheek.

“Can I…”

He gave no response except for a single nod before going back to pepper the conjunction between your jaw and your neck in kisses. And gingerly, ever so softly, you traced your thumb across his scar. Luke came to rest his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation of your touch. And then, you leaned in to place a soft kiss underneath his eye. You came to rest your head on his shoulder, peppering kisses near his collarbones.

“I love you. You whispered.”

“I love you too, Starlight,” he whispered back. Chin resting upon your head as you both basked in each other's presence. Two broken souls searching for something tangible in a world where uncertainty and danger were wholly rife, bathed in a silver glow underneath the vast night sky.

Somewhere, The Fates twisted two threads of yarn into one.

#luke castellan #pjo series #pjo tv show #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #i love luke sm #two threads of yarn #cloudi-li writes #percy jackson

[heartfullofleeches]

I'd like to hear more about all of the haunted workplace entities, but if I gotta choose........ maybe deer kidney guy?

(I'm like 70% sure this in reference to the nsfw ask... but since I'm not 100 you just smooch 'em.)

Oh.

Well now you know how this thing is capable of mimicking the customers.

Closing out for the night, you sweep the floors by the front doors when you first hear it. You're so exhausted from the various clean ups and frustrating customers that you unlock the door when your coworker asks you to let them in. Turns out it wasn't your coworker and instead the two foot taller, crybaby figure that stalks you from outside the restaurant.

During the other instances it managed to get in, you were always gifted with fresh kidneys wrapped in news paper. Overhearing the local news reporting a bizarre case, you discovered that these organs came from the wilderness just five miles away from your job. Deer kidney's to be more precise, but it's not like you were dying to know their origin.

"Y/n... I'm waiting."

Right.

After tricking you and getting inside the restaurant, the figure had catched you to the register where it pinned you before you could hope over. As it began its usual spiel about your fate together, you offered to kiss the damn thing if it left you alone for the week. That shut it up.

You peel back it's robes just enough to gain access to its lips and you're greeted by more than you expect. A lot more. The creature grey skin was covered in small mouths and scarred blackish flesh. Some whimpered and groaned, others chanted your name like a mantra. One had a piercing, just like the new hire. Creepy, but you wouldn't see them for at least a week if you went through with it.

You squeeze your eyes shut and go in for the count. The mouths sigh in unison as yours binds with the one most center to its face. You feel them lick your cheeks and hands, but you focus on the fact you just refilled the soap dispenser to keep going. Its breath smells like fresh rain; needle point teeth circling your lower lip - marking your skin before the oncoming bite. The figure sucks on the wound until no more blood can be drawn.

"Thank you.... See you soon"

You wipe your soar lips off on your shoulder sleeve and held to the back to mark yourself down for the shifts your coworker once claimed.

#Fast food reader #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #yandere monster #yandere x darling #yandere teratophilia

[mara-xx217]

(*≧∀≦*) Hello! Long time reader <3 Thank you for everything you do! If you have time, would you be ok with a dub-con Huntress request with a AFAB reader? Where she decides you were her new little wife? Cheers, and well wishes <3

I always love to see more Huntress!

Warnings: Noncon that turns into Dubcon, Manhandling, Touching, Rough Kissing

"N-NO! D-DAMN IT-! LET ME GO-!!"

What was this woman made out of?! Solid rock?! Your punches and kicks seemed to bounce off of her without her so much as flinching from your blows. The masked Huntress threw open the door to her shack and tossed you onto a pile of furs and patchwork linens that rested near a roaring fire. Before you had a chance to recover from the fall, you were caged underneath a broad body.

Her mask was lifted just enough so that her lips could smash against yours. The hard, underneath edge of her mask slammed against the bridge of your nose, causing your eyes and nose to water from pain. You couldn't cringe away, nor could you push her away, either. She was a broad, brick wall that couldn't care less about your struggling.

The Huntress's lips were rough and chapped and the kiss wasn't much better. It was bitter and salty and cold, though it quickly heated up when she shoved her tongue into your mouth.

"HMMPH-!"

You sucked in your stomach as a cold hand snaked its way underneath your shirt. Before it reached your chest, it suddenly retreated and she pulled away from you. Startled, you stared up at her, wide eyed and more than a little timid.

"W...What...?" Why... did she stop? Y-You didn't want her to continue, of course! B-But... You shrank down as she ripped off her mask.

What... was she doing? It made you nauseous to see her face. Not that she was... unpleasant to look at. No, she looked... normal. Dirty and unkempt, but rather... plain. A few scars but only modest and faded scratches. Her cheeks were dusted blackish brown and grey and her eyes were dark around the edges but unbelievably bright and made you blink in surprise.

Why... did she show you her face? What will happen to you now? You knew that you probably weren't going to leave... alive, but... She took either side of your face into her large hands and stroked your cheeks with her thumbs as she leaned down and planted another kiss onto your lips.

It was... different from the first time. It's clumsy and desperate, but not quite as forceful as it was before. You were caught completely off guard by the sudden shift. A small part of you began to lean into the kiss, the feeling of the genuineness behind it pulling you into her and making your tense body relax ever so slightly.

This isn't... no- You can't-

The Huntress left you breathless. This kiss was relatively chaste in comparison to the first, but the intensity was matched and you nearly wanted to chase her lips as she pulled away from you. But you didn't and you only stared up at her owlishly as one of her thumbs brushed past the corner of your mouth.

She couldn't remember the last time she's felt something like this... If she ever has before... Actions could show you exactly what she felt, but there was something more that she wanted to do. The Huntress has never been one for using words, not since, well... This occasion was something special, and though it took all her mental fortitude to do so, she shifted through the tangled web of her memories to select the sound- the word- that would best convey to you exactly what it was that she felt for you.

"Hrrmmm.... M-Mine..."

Through great effort, the first and only word that she would ever speak to you was spoken. She wasn't unlike a bear in how she rumbled, nor in how she kept you pinned underneath her broad frame, but the word sent chills down your spine.

Mine.

Mine.

MINE-

It will become a new name for you, in a sense. You are hers. Hers. Hers, hers, hers, hers- Perhaps you wouldn't forget your name but she never needed to learn it. You were and always would be hers.

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd the huntress #dbd anna #dbd the huntress x reader #ask response #dubcon #yandere

[angi-writes-filth]

Bites | Dimitrescu vs Heisenberg HCs

Inspired by this post, by the user greasy-metal-daddy. Which I won’t tag because I don’t wanna be annoying lmao lmao *cries in social anxiety*

A very random set of headcanons, but follow me on this.

So, I mean, maybe not everyone thinks the same, but I totally see Karl as a dude who enjoys filling his darling with traces of himself; to mark his territory, if you will. Be it by sharing clothes, constantly having a hand or an arm on you, kissing you at random times just to have the constant warmth of his lips on yours. And then there are hickeys, and bites.

And we all know that, of course, Alcina bites. She is a vampire, after all. But given Karl is closely associated with werewolves, it’s not really that out there to suggest he loves sinking his canines on his darling when they feel like it. Maybe, and most likely, during... spicier times.

So it made me think...

Alcina would bite with pin-point accuracy. Her fangs puncture only in the juiciest places, avoiding, or touching, the veins as she so pleases, almost with surgical precision. It’s scary to think that the woman knows every single place in your body she could sink her fangs into and make you bleed out, but instead uses this knowledge when bonding with her darling.

Karl’s bites are reserved only for the most intimate moments, as the man doesn’t particularly enjoy drinking blood as a pastime. Thus, there’s no pattern, no order, no rules, no nothing. If the man wants to bite, he’ll bite anywhere that’s accessible at the moment. Your shoulders? Bet. Your neck? Bet. Your chest? Bet. Your thighs? Bet. The man’ll sink his canines on ya skin everywhere with zero hesitation.

Alcina, being the refined, proper lady she is, revels in the discreet. Only those whose eyes linger on you can spot the holes on your skin left by the mistress. And if the wounds peek through your clothing, it’s the very, very edges alone; as if the memories of steamy times with the Lady teased you, by being there in secret, sometimes dancing under the layers of your clothing, and leave you wondering how many people noticed.

Karl is absolutely shameless in this regard. The more obvious, the better! Normally leaves many marks littered across the places he knows others can see; he gets kinda pissy if you try to hide them. And if he can sneak a few kisses on them, to remind you and his siblings of the bites’ existence constantly, he’d have the time of his life. If he’s feeling specially possessive, sometimes he may even leave a hickey or two during meetings, just to piss Alcina off when she notices.

In terms of how do they look, Alcina’s bites are as delicate-looking as everything else she does. Normally, as mentioned before, they’re two holes that look much more shallow than they actually are (she bites really deep, keep that in mind); if anything, your skin’s redder along the edges of the two dots. Not to mention, she’s not messy, and doesn’t turn you into a bloody mess as she drinks from you. Unless she’s pissed for some reason, that is, and the two punctures look bruised and painful just to look at, so let’s not even talk about how they feel, in the moment or afterward. Alcina appreciates keeping your skin looking smooth, so even when the bites cure, she makes sure they leave a scar that is as unnoticeable as possible. There are going to be three new ones in its place anyway...

Karl’s are... nowhere near as delicate. Depending on how rough you like him to be, they can range from relatively noticeable marks on your skin, to full-on, blueish/blackish bruises in the shape of sharp canines and human teeth. Like you’d been attacked by a Lycan not-yet-fully-mutated lmao. If you guys are kinky enough, the man can go absolutely feral and even draw a bit of blood (even if you reassure him that you enjoy it, he’s going to be worried as fuck once you two are done and ngl, he’ll feel like shit a little bit for hurting you like that. But at the same time, if you like it, he’s proud of it??? My man get your emotions together).

Alcina thinks it’s disgusting to see you walk around with Heisenberg’s bites all over your skin, making little to no effort to cover them. It’s indecent and uncouth, just like the man who gave them to you. And if, in the past, Lady Dimitrescu and Lord Heisenberg fought for your ownership, and that child got to keep his filthy hands on you, she’ll be angry beyond belief when she sees you. Covered in hickeys and messy, obscene bitemarks, carrying his scent all over you. It gets in her face when you walk. She’s pissed.

Karl, if we’re honest, probably doesn’t pay much attention to ya if you’re Alcina’s plaything. He pretends he does, just to take a piss at the super sized bitch, but in reality doesn’t give a fuck about you once you’re in her hands. If anything, he’s curious why she’s kept you alive this long, and so may eye you up and down sometimes, trying to figure out your secrets. That’s when he notices the bitemarks. Unless provoked, he won’t say a thing, tho. And it would probably be some dirty comment about what kinda magic you got in that body of yours to make Lady Dimitrescu so eager to mark you as hers asfadsa-- Which makes Alcina want to castrate him right then and there.

And that’s it, that’s what my brain has conjured for you guys lolololol. It’s a very weird and niche topic, I know, but I couldn’t stop thinking about this once the question formed in my brain and you guys had to deal with the consequences. 😔 I’m sorry.

#resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil headcanons #resident evil 8 headcanons #resident evil village headcanons #re8 headcanons #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #angi thinks filth

[sparxwrites]

cw canonical character death, angst-ish, animal death

Martyn goes back, sometimes. To Dogwarts. It’s on a dead world, now – serverless. The hostbeast’s moved on to other things, carrying other worlds. New ones. Ones where Rendog is just Ren, and where Grian doesn’t love Scar (says he doesn’t love Scar), and where the Red Banner doesn’t fly. But it’s still accessible, with the right tricks. If you know the right paths.

There’s not many things special about Martyn. He’s not like Scott; like Grian; like Etho. Not like most of the others who’d lived here, if he’s being honest. They were all special. He is not.

But he’s always had a knack for world-hopping.

His feet crunch through the frost on the grass as he walks. He’s not sure if it’s the seasons, or the death of the world, or something else, but it’s always cold here when he visits. Never snowing, but always crusted in creeping frost, always whitish and pristine and– hollow. That strange kind of empty-quiet you get, right before the snow-heavy storm clouds let loose.

Red Winter is coming, Ren had said. The Red King had said. Maybe he’d known – maybe it had been a prophecy. Maybe he hadn’t. Either way, he’d handed Martyn an axe of the same name, pressed it heavy into Martyn’s hands, and–

Here. the altar. Here, the grass, long and lush beneath the frost, as though fertilised. Here, beneath the ice, something rich-red and blackish, frozen solid in the cracks between the stones.

Martyn sighs, and shoves his chilled hands in his pockets. His breath crystallises in the air.

“Hey,” he says, and feels stupid, like he always does. It’s a fool’s errand, what he does here, and he knows it. He’s not sure why he keeps coming back. Sentimentality, maybe. “It’s, uh. Me again. I’m back! Haha.”

The self-conscious laughter echoes, strangely, against the stones and ruined walls. It only half-sounds like his own.

“Brought you something,” he says, when the echoes have faded – when the crawling of his own skin has faded, too. He lays the rabbit, dead, still warm from the kill, down on the altar. “I dunno– if you like this kind of stuff? Would be nice to get a, a sign, maybe. Or something. …Would be nice to even know you’re there.”

There is no echo to his voice, this time. No foreign laughter. The rabbit lies still on the altar. Its blood spills, sluggish, from its fresh-slit throat. The ice beneath it turns pink.

“Okay,” says Martyn. He scrubs a hand over his face, and fights back the strange, stupid urge to cry. “Okay, cool. Great talk. Thanks.” He swallows. The lump in his throat does not subside. “I… oh, jeez. I guess. I guess I’ll– go, then. Like usual. Um.” He swallows again. “I’ll come back in. I dunno. A month or so? Maybe? We’ll see. Things are pretty busy. You know how it is.”

There is no answer. He doesn’t know why he was expecting one.

Martyn bows his head – and then, after a moment’s hesitation, drops to one knee. The frost soaks through his trousers, turns his skin to wet and cold. “I’ll… I will return, though, milord. I swear it.”

He presses a fist over his heart, and pretends he’s not swearing to empty air.

After a long moment, he rises, to stand before the altar once more. Another long moment, and he turns, and leaves. His boots press prints into the frost, trailing patches of wet and flattened grass behind him. The world around him is dead, and empty, and heavy with the weight of snow that never seems to come.

He knows, when he returns, his footsteps will be gone. As will the rabbit. The frost, or maybe – as he hopes, as he prays, as he dreams when he sleeps – something more, will have reclaimed them both.

#the red king #rendog #inthelittlewood #treebark #dogwarts duo #3rd life smp #life smp series #fic #from some 15min prompt games i did! #prompt was 'hoarfrost' #feat. my love of weird magic-spiritual bullshit #and insane minecraft worldbuilding #life smp fic

[beautifulsnake2162020]

Higher Intervention: Aemond x FemReader (House of the Dragon x Sandman fanfic) Part 8

Disclaimer: This is a fanwork to show appreciation for the intellectual properties used. I also haven't read Fire and Blood and most if not all that I know is from the TV show.

Gif by useraelin

Premise: Alys Velaryon, older twin sister of Jace Velaryon is the only member among Rhaenyra’s children whom Aemond cannot completely hate. As their love story progresses, a newer and larger threat complicates things and reveals discoveries that neither the greens or the blacks had ever imagined.

AN: So I've been excited to write the last scene of this chapter because it was one of the scenes that inspired me to just go ahead and write this story. Please don't forget to leave a comment.

If you wish to read the previous parts (which I recommend you do if you haven’t read them yet):

Part 1 / Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Taglist (comment down below if you want to be included): @winxschester @memento-mora @mxrgodsstuff @thepowerstoner

Also tagging:

@lady-phasma @aemonds-war-crime @adderess @princeaemonds because some of their ideas of Aemond have undoubtedly influenced my work.

You awaken to a familiar sight. This was your room. The fireplace was cackling loudly and from your periphery you could see the six dragon eggs currently in your possession. Five borrowed and your unhatched one, the blackish blue one. Although the table was moved more to the corner perhaps to make room for the couldrons and fire pits that they must have used for your treatment. Your throat felt dry, almost similar to when you would awaken after sleeping through the night with your mouth open.

As you slowly moved to get up to satisfy your thirst with water from the carafe nearby, you feel the star shaped scar in both of your palms. A permanent reminder of your suffering, even though it was now a long time ago, maybe at least a year by your estimate. The window showed that it was still dark out. There wasn't much fires or lit rooms from what you could see, therefore it must be pretty late.

You stretch yourself, almost as if you were teaching your body and the aching muscles how to move again. You felt really energetic, almost as if you have a little bit of excess energy left in you. You close your eyes, being still you try to see if you can redirect it to some parts of yourself that might need additional help.

Instead you felt the special form of life energy call to you once again. It was within reach, calling for you to help it somehow. But why?

Help

Help us.

No matter, its someone or some being who needs help. Focusing on the special energy, somehow, someway, you were able to reach within yourself and give to whomever was calling the life force energy it needed. You don't know where it was going, but you were striving to help it nonetheless. It was almost similar to what you've been doing to the King for these past few days - or rather for the past days before the whole Faith Militant incident. When you felt that the call was satisfied you allowed yourself to relax and let go of your hold. This had exhausted you to the point where you felt the need to sleep again even though ironically all your body has been doing is simply sleeping.

And yet no matter how hard you try, you find yourself sinking back in to your pillows in a different position to once again let sleep take you.

For the first time in awhile you had a dreamless rest.

"My lady?"

"Shh softly Kayla. Let her awaken on her own. It's enough that plenty of people want to force her to wake up."

"Oh right."

"Vereena, Kayla?"

"Slowly my lady."

"Here my lady, have some water first." Vereena hands you a cup of water as Kayla sets up your table for you them to make you presentable. The six dragon eggs were placed back in their respective boxes to make room for the various grooming and cosmetic tools Kayla has prepared.

"The bath is ready for you my lady. The water is on the hotter side of warm, just as you like it. Would you like our help?"

"Yes...yes Vereena I would. It seems my body isn't used to moving around much anymore."

"Of course my lady." As they helped bathe you, they inform you of plenty of things that you've been wanting to know. It's been about 9 months since Aemond has won the votes of your grand counsel - which has been renamed officially into the realm's counsel since he has decided that one of the wisest things to do was to codify the processes of it so that any future succession issues could be avoided.

"Your fires finally turned red three days ago. The Holy women have begun the process of removing the sacred healing fire which was just completed yesterday. Everyone is anticipating your presence. Especially your grandfather."

"He's still alive?!"

"Yes, my lady. He has begun taking treatments from the Holy women instead of the maesters upon the suggestion of your father and with reluctant acceptance from the Queen. While he has improved he's still quite weak. Prince Aemond has begun taking charge over the affairs of state with counsel from your mother, Princess Rhaenys, and the also voted People's minister Jorah Praden."

"Is he related to the Praden that I met?"

"Yes my lady, you've met Brandon Praden, his younger brother. Jorah also has the support of the White Worm and her associates." Thus ensuring the people will actually have a say in the affairs of state even if the ruler will have the final say. It was further balanced out by having the losers be mandated to be in the winner's counsel to keep the balance in check.

They help you out of the tub and after dressing you in your stockings, shift, and corset just tied to your liking and they erred on comfort without sacrificing support for your breasts, they continue answering what they can.

"Your three admirers have also greatly anticipated your presence as well."

"Admirers? Kayla Sers Ion and Arari are just my friends and teachers of their respective fields that I sought to learn more about. I'm aware of Ser Kormy's infatuation for me, but I don't reciprocate his feelings."

"Oh their actions speak otherwise my lady. From my observation, there seems to be a hidden agreement among them when it comes to you. Ser Kormy acts like a student - quite fitting since he is one of Priestess Kara's acolytes - but his feelings for you are sincere and warm. Whereas there is some sort of possessiveness, hope, and obsession for you coming from Ser Ion. Almost like how he wishes to either consume you or for you to join him in spreading such consuming passion for the things you both love."

"That...is a surprisingly sharp observation on both of them Kayla."

"Meanwhile Ser Arari has a different type of passion. Depending on what he feels is best, he could be either patient and mainly fair, but if you incur his wrath he will find a way to have his retribution. This is how he was able to remove Larys Strong from influence here."

"Well, he and Ser Ion that is. Ser Ion is much like a raging fire and would want to take action immediately. Ser Arari is like a gradually turbulent storm. He would make people think that you've experienced his wrath, only for him to do something that may shock everyone just like how storms may or may not have thunders or lightning."

"Were they really that bad?"

"We'll let you decide my lady. Ser Cole is still here because of the Queen's favor, but ever since your sacrifice they have been keeping an eye on him ever since. And they have been instrumental in removing Larys strong and his spy network from influence in court. From what I managed to hear every now and then, they've essentially managed to turn his allies and spies against him. I don't know what they've done to convince them but whatever it is there's an air of mystery around it. Now just relax my lady as I'll just trim a little bit of your hair. It's not as long as it was before but at least now it's long enough and has grown past your shoulders. I'll just neaten it up a bit."

"While they were doing that, Ser Kormy is the one mainly making the treatments that the King is now taking. Since he is now in a much clearer mind than before and some of his lesions have healed, there is an unspoken divide now between those who rely on maesters and those who rely on the services provided by the Holy women, even though the Holy women keep repeatedly saying that the maesters must be consulted first before going to them for healing treatments. But given how the King's being has improved and how now not only are you awake and alive but mostly back to health, a lot of courtiers are now mainly consulting the Holy women, and they have now grown in influence."

"And what does Prince Aemond think of it?"

"As long as they don't interfere with his ideas and policies he gives them the same respect he gives to the ministers. Especially recently since your fires turned orange."

A knock on the door and Vereena headed towards it.

"That's your morning meal to break your fast my lady." You give her a subtle nod, your stomach reminded you of how long you've gone without eating.

After dining for on a hearty meal with some of your favorite breads. You decided to make your appearance privately known. You decided to make your appearance to the King. You hear Aemond, your mother, Princess Rhaenys along with many others in your family was currently holding counsel, you didn't want to disturb them. Kayla was informing the White Worm that you have awaken. While Vereena lead you in a less travelled route to the King's chambers. You see the faces of Sers Stefon Darklyn and Lorent Marbrand look at you in delight before resuming a neutral face as they both greet you as Vereena holds your hand as they let you in your grandfather's chambers.

"Is he awake?" Ser Stefon nods.

"He's been waiting for you." Ser Lorent says as he opens the door.

"Alys? My dear is that really you?"

"Grandfather?"

"Oh come, come." He was on a seat near his model of Old Valyria.

"Careful my lady, you haven't walked for a long time." Vereena holds you as you almost trip.

"Thank you Vereena, but I'm getting better."

"Oh Alys, come here, take your time." Once you were close to him you and he embrace. For all his faults he was a good grandfather to you.

"Grandfather I -"

"All is forgiven, thank you for still being here. Thank you for helping our family, especially with how imperfect we are. It's clear that we've forgotten that sometimes." After a few more moments you settle down in the couch together and you reach for his hand before he refuses you.

"Save your energy Alys, I have the treatments from the Holy women."

"Grandfather please, allow me."

"Mm perhaps tomorrow or later. You've just awakened, many - ough ough - excuse me."

"Grandfather." After he sees that you're not taking no for an answer he finally let's you hold his hand and you begin the treatment.

"What has happened so far? How long has it been?" You ask to distract him from the treatment.

"If my memory is correct, it's been about two years since the Faith Militant took you. Um Ser Lorent!? Am I correct in saying that it has been two years since the Faith Militant has taken Alys from us?"

"Aye your grace. It's been two years."

"Ugh it was painful Alys, what you made us do. But I could now see why you did it now. I've been so blind."

"You were trying to do what you thought was right." You say before he berates himself any further.

"Oh here I am beginning to just ramble on. When I'm supposed to be telling you what happened these past two years."

"Don't stress yourself grandfather, I'll just make my inquiries to the others once they are finished with their counsel meeting."

"You don't have to wait anymore." An all too familiar voice says behind you.

"Aemond, she's back. She just woke up."

"Alys? Is that really you?" An initially unfamiliar face coming beside Aemond asks. Quite similar to Aemond but his face is not as sharp.

"Daeron?"

"Yes! Oh my it's finally good to talk to you and to see you moving around. Whenever we would visit you it almost felt like visiting someone slowly cremating and we're all just waiting for this fever dream to end. Thank the Gods that reality is better."

"Oh I'm sorry to scare you like that. It must be the timing of it all."

"I'm glad that I'm finally here, do you know how jealous I was of everyone else who got to spend time with you?"

"Really? In spite of recent events?" You ask raising your gaze to meet Aemond's behind Daeron who doesn't seem to notice the underlying message you gave to his brother.

"Well I wasn't really a part of them, but hey you brought a solution that gave almost everyone what they wanted and you're back. Why dwell on the past?"

"From what I've learned Daeron, if one doesn't reflect on the past then mistakes are bound to be repeated again." You say as you slowly make your way to Aemond. His face is still unreadable as he meets your gaze.

"Wise words Alys."

"Aemond why don't you explain what has changed, its been two years and you two have a lot of catching up to do."

"With pleasure father."

"Oh well for one thing your siblings Baella and Jace just got married -"

"I'll take it from here Daeron." He then offers you his arm not breaking the gaze that you initiated with him. You take his arm to glance at Daeron.

"It was nice finally speaking to you."

You say as you take Aemond's arm as he escorts you to his chambers. Once you arrive you two settle down across each other.

"Where do I start? It's...it's been so long. I can't believe I've been away for two years."

"Two years and some months. The King counted since the day we rescued you. But you have been gone from us - you've been in the hands of the Faith Militant for two months and 3 weeks."

"Oh my...time really does disappear in isolation. It almost feels like I'm still in the realm of dreams." You say as you rub your forehead gently as you feel yourself overwhelmed by your recent discoveries. His face softens as he sees how you are still disoriented.

"So that message really did come from you."

"Yes, I'm not entirely sure how I ended up in Joffrey's dream but I heard his request and have asked the beings in the dream realm for us to meet in his dreams. And from my guess what felt like moments for me took months here in the waking world."

"Waking world?" He raises his eyebrow as he asks out of curiosity.

"I'm sorry, it seems I'm discussing nonsense when all everyone has been doing has been watching my body heal among other things."

"After what I've experienced, I can't afford to disregard your feelings on anything."

"Is this because I submitted myself to the Faith Militant?"

"Not only that, your solution radically changed how rulers are chosen. You've made us even more in debt with the people. Because of you things have improved."

"Things may have changed, but only time will tell if it is for the better. I just didn't want any bloodshed to happen when the King dies."

"Why don't you have more faith in yourself? Do you know how it was practically a miracle to have both sides united on the same cause even temporarily? You have made the impossible happen."

"Aemond, I may have started it, and I may have risked my own sanity and life, but it was still everyone here who cooperated who made it happen. Everything is possible because you all allowed my proposed solution to solve the crisis. I had little to no control while I was suffering at the hands of the Faith Militant or while I was in my healing sleep. You won the grand counsel by the will of the people. I merely helped in making the opportunity happen. You have earned the right to be the next ruler." He was silent for a moment before he touches your hand across the table.

"Then as the next ruler, allow me to make amends to you, for everything-"

"I know, I heard you when you spoke to me then."

"Then let me say it. Just so we are clear." He takes both of your hands now as he gazes in remorse and sincerity.

"I cannot change how I am. You already know that I strive to be better every single day in every single moment. There are going to be things that you don't approve of and that's fine. I cannot change the past, but I hope you will forgive me for any offense I have done against you." The apology was there but he was holding something back.

"There's something you're not telling me is there?" He sighs in reluctance.

"I may have lead the people's attack against the Faith Militant." Ah now you understand. From his expression he was reluctant to tell you such news but not that he did it.

"How? I thought you were a devout member of the Seven?"

"When the High Septon had given us his approval for your suffering to stop he also gave his written approval that should the Faith Militant not want to release you then we have permission to enforce legal action against the members who played a part in abusing you. I wanted to save you right then and there, but our mothers advised us to send spies and informants first to gather evidence and to time when the best time to rescue you was. Once our spies have told us of their plans to place you into sexual service we began preparations to attack in order to rescue you. It was that night when I came to your cell that you mistook me for the Stranger and I heard your last confession. Once I had you in my arms and once Daemon had killed the lead Septon he, Jace, and I with you in my arms went back on dragonback to start the arrests, trials and subsequent executions. Of others who were able to escape from us." He gazes back at you when at some point he placed his head down.

"This may frighten you, but I wasn't sorry for any of them being tortured and eventually executed. A part of me wished that Daemon did not kill the lead Septon because I wanted him to suffer more for the things he has ordered to be done to you and for how they treated you." He glances at your hands. He may not see them but he was thinking of the branded star scars on your palms. He was reliving the suffering all over again.

"Do you think any less of me because I found pleasure in making them taste the suffering that they have inflicted on you?"

"Hmm I thought I would. But a part of me is glad that you did it."

"Really?"

"Yes. I don't think I could ever be as devoted as you or your mother but I'm also glad that for now, the Faith Militant is gone. Devotion is one thing but uncritical belief is another." He breathes out a sigh of relief.

"I'm glad you think that way. It was one among many things that made me popular with the small folk. To them I was the Prince who saved the People's princess. They don't know about how I took pleasure in making sure those abusers who survived had intense and miserable suffering before their execution." You begin touching what skin his hands allow you to touch as he still holds your hands. Firm enough to keep them there but not enough to hold you hostage.

"The People's princess? But I've only interacted with the small folk here in King's landing."

"You truly do not know? Your name and influence and stories about you has spread from here. Some all the way up to the north. I would tell you about them but I don't know how you got involved in a story about how the sun came to be." That made you chuckle, and based on his smile this was his intended effect.

"Aemond, it's fine now. Knowing that things had turned out the way they are, you and everyone else have been forgiven. Everyone is ugly when they are hurting." You pause as you allow a cough up your throat.

"Ough ough. Sorry it seems my body is still adjusting."

"You should rest, you are still recovering."

"Aemond I have been resting for more than a year now. Any more and I'll be bedridden."

"Then at least don't inflict any unusual suffering on yourself."

"Hmph no promises though, but fine I will do my best." He smiles warmly at this. Neither of you need to say it. This was a new stage in your lives and though not everything was said, what mattered was that there was mutual understanding that you've forgiven him and many others involved.

"Now tell me, Aemond what has you and my mother so aggrieved? Or at least that's what is sounds like when I passed by on my way to the King's chambers earlier." He groans at this as he let go of your hands as he leans against his chair.

"Everyone here has been anticipating your awakening and ever since your fires have transitioned from green to bright yellow your mother has been receiving many marriage proposals for your hand from various nobles, foreign delegations, and even from the younger brother of the People's minister - a new position that was included in your proposed solution but you left it unnamed."

"I felt it wasn't my place to name it since I'm still part of the privileged nobility - wait Brandon wants to marry me?"

"Why are you surprised?" He asks. On the surface his tone was a matter of fact but you could hear the bitterness underneath the neutral tone.

"He and his brother have been trying to find a way to get the voice of the small folk in court and you've given them that. I'm just more surprised that it is his younger brother who is involved in a proposed marriage to you since Jorah Praden is still unmarried."

"Brandon is the one that I've met and consulted with before I gave myself to the Faith Militant. He and his friends and colleagues helped me refined my proposed solution and discussed the logistics of implementing it."

"Mm hmm you'll be pleased to know that they were also the ones who rallied behind your rescue and called for your version of the grand counsel to be done."

"You're not happy about it?" Another sigh before he straightens his back.

"I have complicated feelings about it."

"How so?"

"On one hand I'm glad that because of both your efforts I am now chosen next to rule..."

"But?" You gently encourage him, patiently waiting for his response.

"But I also hate that politically speaking...this might be the best match for you." His grimness on this startles you. It wasn't that you didn't think that he doesn't care for you. His words that reached you and the actions he has taken since then was an indication that he does care. Even though you don't know how exactly he sees you as, it was clear to you that you were important enough to him to hold a place of affection within him. You thought however, that even he knew that you needed to marry someone out of security and need rather than actual love. Your mother's marriage to Daemon was the only real life exception to this rule and even then, it was because she was still favored by the King. And he was right. Currently the realm is in the midst of change because of your actions and a marriage between a relative of the People's minister to a relative of the royal family could be a way of uniting the two families and show that Aemond approves of this relationship.

On the surface at least.

"Is this what has you so aggrieved?"

"Let's just say you have plenty of suitors and it's getting tiring. Your suitors want my support for their marriage proposals in order to convince your mother to approve of their proposal for you. Your mother and I firmly believe in waiting for your say. You were neutral in the dispute it's only fair that you should decide whom you choose to marry. Your Brandon was just very insistent earlier. Trust me when I say that I was startled that your mother and I would agree on something that both of us were aggrieved on your behalf. If you think we sounded aggrieved earlier, that was just us holding back. We have received word from your handmaiden that you have awakened. But had you still been asleep I would have no problem reminding him of his place here in court." He was getting aggrieved again just from thinking about it. This wouldn't do and you quickly reach for his hands to bring him back to you.

"Aemond, Aemond I'm here now." His gaze meets yours again.

"If you want my opinion on it, I think you're wrong in thinking that it is my best match."

"Why would that be?"

"Because the point of the position of the People's minister is to represent the people. It's a position that is voted upon every 8 years and is necessarily not tied to any nobility. Any marriage to a relative to our family would only undermine this system and would make the small folk think that their representative has been corrupted by our interests. It might be fine later on when this new system is more established. But right now we must uphold the integrity of this new system and avoid marrying any relatives of any of the People's representatives, especially the position of their minister." He breathes out a sigh of relief as he holds your hands firmly in his once again.

"Maybe you should remind him of this reason. So that if he doesn't listen to you I would have the right to suspend his appearance from court and my presence for a few weeks."

"Don't lie to me Aemond, you want to punch him if he doesn't listen to me." He chuckles as relaxes his hold on your hands.

"That and more."

"It's a little too soon to be slicing him into Vhagar's meal."

"Hmph, he's lucky that he is a legal scholar and his perspective is valuable."

"Why else do you think he was recommended to me?" You both chuckle at his. Once you've both calmed down you ask something you've come to suspect.

"And how about you? Any wife or future wife I should acquaint myself with?" Uncertain tension once again creeps in.

"Aemond?" Once again his grip firms up.

"Do you want to know why I was really bothered by all your suitors?" You nod, your fingers try rubbing his skin once again to show how there's nothing to be nervous about.

"I was bothered because before any of them had begun sending their marriage proposals, the first thing I did when it was announced that I had won the decision of the grand - no, the realms' counsel - the very first thing I did was to ask for your hand in marriage." You can see his anxiety in his face as you feel your face getting hotter. You feel your pulse race as you feel your fingers intertwine.

"Aemond -"

"I know you have much to say about this. Please hear me first." All you could do was nod as you hope your own heart would quiet down.

"Ever since you've tried to goad me into that bet of yours I have been trying to delude myself into thinking that I did not need you or your advice or your opinions. But when you appeared in court in shackles surrounded by the Faith Militant I couldn't deny it anymore. As much as I hated you for claiming to be the offender of our family's sins, it was a burden knowing that I was part of the cause of your suffering. And in the past two years I have realized the exact nature of my feelings for you. For too long I thought I might simply rekindle our friendship and I would at least have someone in court who isn't afraid to speak frankly with me. It was when I began to be annoyed how you seemed so much lighter around Ser Ion. I envied how it seemed he could do the very thing that I couldn't do. Add color to your already colorful world. Knowing how you were understandably more cautious around me because of the dispute and in fighting which made you go to Ser Ion more and more...it made my blood boil. And soon you were this way when Sers Arari and Ser Kormy whom you know is infatuated with you. It was only remedied whenever you would seek me out or confide in me what you haven't told anyone else apart from them. I tried to ignore this insecurity by telling myself that you were a childhood friend who didn't ask anything else but for my companionship. And when you sought drastic measures to change our circumstances, it was during the several days of mediation by the High Septon and his companion Septon that I had spoken how much I loved you." He takes a breath to gather himself before continuing.

"I remember just shouting it in rebuttal. I've forgotten to whom, but someone was accusing me for being the person behind your suffering. With you gone, war almost became inevitable. Hargh, it's hard to believe that with how ugly this family is, we were able to even allow ourselves to be mediated upon just to save you. Then when you provided me the opportunity to get what I have wanted, I had begun to fall even more in love with you. And this was even knowing what you were reading and drafting while you were in the library. When I won the position to be the next ruler and gave the marriage proposal to your mother, she asked me if I believed being the Queen was what you really wanted. This - this was the cause of my anxiety from then till now." He takes another breath as his hold on you becomes more firm but still comfortable. Your gazes meet and you could see how in spite of his anxiety, his vulnerability at your possible rejection and yet there was hidden strength that even if that were to happen, he wasn't sorry for laying himself bare to you.

"You know how I truly am. You are more than aware that for all my politeness in court I am too far from a Holy person. And I am more than aware that by asking this of you I am only bringing more of what you dislike from court. But in spite of these things, I plead you to consider taking me as your husband. Not only would we formally unite both of our factions together once again, but in exchange if you do not feel the same way as I do for you, I will support whomever you choose as your spouse. You will always have my support and protection no matter what you decide." And with this he lets you go and departs from you.

Take your time.

The hidden message that went unsaid but nevertheless you received it.

For awhile you just sat there in shock.

You never expected a marriage proposal from him. He was too duty bound, too ambitious, too focused. He more than anyone would know how love in a marriage was rare. It was why you thought when he heard you confess that it was the Stranger took his form to make things easier for you to accept death. To accept that he would probably be married to someone else and shower his future wife with all the love he could give.

After all it was easier to love someone from afar when you were already dead and the person you loved was very much alive.

And if he was unhappy with his marriage, well there were plenty of ladies in court and serving girls who would be more than happy to provide him whatever he lacked. He was popular among the ladies for a good reason, even if he wants to deny it.

"But you have already given him what he has wanted for such a long time." Your mother says as she takes you horse riding in the woods that was used for when monarchs wanted to go hunting. With some of her guards not far from either of you but far enough to allow privacy for the two of you.

"That doesn't change the fact that he needs to think carefully about whom he takes as a wife. He became the next in line from unusual circumstances that will hopefully become the new norm for choosing successors. I don't want to be the cause of either of the sacrifices we have made to be in vain."

You both find a spot to rest. It was near water which allowed your horses to have a drink while the two of you sat nearby.

"Alys, haven't you listened to a word I've said." Your mother says as she settles herself across from you.

"I did hear! That doesn't change the reality of the situation." She gives you a pointed look in disbelief.

"This coming from the very person who gave an unusual solution to a multigenerational problem. The very same unusual solution which solved multiple problems all at the risk of her own life and sanity."

"In my defense, there might have been a war and I had to act."

"That's not the point and I know you are smart enough to know that."

"Mother! Just because I was able to do that two years ago doesn't mean I could do it again. The circumstances have changed - its critical that he chooses the best person to be his queen."

"And what makes you think you aren't? You've seen by now how the smallfolk love you. You were able to hold your own in court during the days you were neutral. And you are more than capable of doing what needs to be done for the sake of the realm and of peace. And now you are being rewarded by your past deeds to be with the person you want. Why won't you let yourself be happy?"

"It's because I'm scared!" You scream out to her. Your heart heavy as you feel immediate guilt for shouting at her. She wasn't surprised by this.

"I'm scared that if I'm allowed to be happy with him again, another Driftmark incident will happen to force us apart again. I can feel it - somehow - I don't know why but it's there. My heart wants to go to him immediately and accept the proposal. But my head and my instincts are warning me that it's just too good to be true. It's that part of myself that's telling me he should be with someone else. Perhaps Ellyn Baratheon or maybe even one of the Lannister ladies. Because then at least neither of us could miss what we've never had."

"Alys do you know what I've realized these past two years?" She holds your attention still with gentleness in her voice. She moves herself closer to you so that she has your undivided attention.

"I've realized that this entire dispute could have been avoided if we were just a little bit more honest. With both ourselves and each other. Maybe had I just had the guts to choose your father before mine made me marry Laenor, then you wouldn't have this burden on your shoulders. If maybe I had trusted Alicent more to tell her with whom I actually slept with that night, then maybe we could have still been friends instead of the acquaintances we are now. And if I could travel back in time I might have advised my younger self to tell Criston that I was just using him to satisfy myself, then maybe he wouldn't have called you a Witch and all those horrible things he has said about you. But if I did that, then your Aemond wouldn't have the father figure he needed."

"I'm afraid I have made that relationship complicated."

"Children will eventually have complicated feelings about their parents as they start seeing that we are flawed too. It happened to all of Alicent's children with the King and now it's happening with Ser Cole and Aemond. You realized that in an early age and acted accordingly. And we are now here because of your discernment."

"Mother it was a group effort. It's a risk that I took and I wasn't sure if it would result into anything."

"Give yourself credit. If it weren't for your risk with the Faith Militant we would be at war now. And now that many of our problems have been resolved, allow yourself to go after what you truly want." She stands up and offers you her hand. You take it and the two of you head back to your horses.

"Or rather whom you want. We only have this lifetime in this world Alys. Don't let this opportunity pass by, otherwise you'll just regret it for the rest of your life. If you think it's painful seeing him, talking with him, and dancing with him these past several weeks not knowing what to tell him as he awaits for your answer - it would be much more painful if you're not allowed to be with him in every way you wanted. All the while knowing you had let that chance slip by."

Her words haunted you.

She had a point.

But you aren't sure why your head is being so stubborn.

"My lady may I ask you something?" You ask the Sandman's wife as she sits with you in the swinging bed in the same place that you two were eating sushi with chopsticks.

"Of course, what is it my darling?"

"If the Sandman had proposed to you, but despite loving him with all your heart and being, would you still accept his proposal if your instincts and thoughts keep telling you that the happiness you will have will only be torn away again, and that all the sacrifices you've made so far would simply be in vain...would you still accept his proposal?" She gives you a knowing but gentle smile.

"I would."

"Even if it won't last long?"

"Especially if that's the case, that only means the happiness you share with him needs to be savored because it is only so brief." She brushes a strand of hair that was going to irritate your eyes.

"Do you recall your past loves?"

"Yes, my heart breaks as I recall the happy times we've shared. How before he died, Robert Vournier was my Phantom and I was his Christine. Our relationship may have started with our mutual love for music, but it became so much more. He was so gentle, sensitive, yet passionate and moved me with either his music or stories from his 300 years of experience. And Quetzalcoatl before we separated had restored some of my faith in humanity by his almost childlike fascination with them. We fell out of love and simply became friends after I wanted to have children but he wasn't ready for it. Those two are the ones I remember for now."

"If you had the chance to go back in time to reject sharing your life with them because you now know how it ends. Would you?"

The answer was obvious.

No

No you wouldn't.

You didn't have the heart to.

Not when you recall how happy Robert would be whenever you would bring one of his songs to life.

Not when you recall how Quetzalcoatl loved travelling the world with you.

"No, I couldn't. I wouldn't want to."

She gives you a knowing smile.

"Then you have your answer. You know what to do."

Yes you did.

"And what a day to do it too. Your name day, and I hear there is a celebration prepared for you and your twin."

"Oh my, so much has happened that I almost forgot that we wouldn't be having a private celebration this year."

"Can you blame them? Their princess woke up this year and Jace is expecting his first child with Baela three months from now. There's a lot to publicly celebrate. And that's excluding a possible formal engagement between you and Aemond."

"Hahaha you're right." You say this time smiling and you find yourself glowing a little bit.

"Happy 21st nameday. Now wake up and run to your lover before he holds counsel. Or before the King wants to give you his nameday gift first."

And that was what you did the moment your handmaidens finished dressing you for the day. The celebration ball was still later, which was why you wore the bare minimum number of layers that could considered to be modest before taking long strides to head to the door.

Only for him to be there already.

"Vereena, Kayla, may I speak with his Highness alone?" They both nod and promised to be discreet as they head out and you pull him in.

"Alys -"

"I accept." You say quickly with a smile.

And before you know it his lips were on yours.

You respond in kind.

He breaks away first as he leans his forehead against yours.

"Are you certain?"

"Issa, ñuhe jorrāeliarza. Vūjigon nyke." And he resumes. This time the kiss started slow, as if both of you are taking your time to savor your first kiss. The first physical sign of feelings that have been there for awhile now.

You don't know how nor do you care that you ended up in the couch still in each other's embrace.

The same couch wherein you first revealed your powers to him. Gave him his first true relief from pain since the days of Driftmark.

And now you two revelled and savored each other.

"I didn't know I was also recieving a gift today." He says as he kisses the spot behind your ear. Before lightly biting it and sucking on it. Trying to make sure he left a mark.

"Wouldn't - mmm Issa - wouldn't you be late?"

"Mmm hmm, it's fine. I didn't want to - " You feel his kisses on that spot become more intense as his lips travel to the joint wherein your neck meets your shoulder.

"I didn't want anyone else - mmm - greeting you first." You bring his lips back to yours as he molds your torso into his. The contact made you crave more.

RAT-A-TAT

"My lady, there are people looking for his Highness." You hear Vereena say as you broke the kiss.

"Thank you Vereena."

You give Aemond one last deep kiss before breaking it just as both of you were tempted to do more.

"You can announce our engagement later."

"And here I thought you were going to be generous to your twin." You couldn't help but laugh. Even this wasn't going to ruin your day.

"Take this opportunity while I'm feeling like it. Besides it had always been my job to keep Jace's ego in check."

"Then I shall see you later ñuhys ābrazȳrys."

Later couldn't have come sooner.

You and Jace were dressed in some of your finest. Him in black with gold embroidery and you in dark violet that showed the gold embroidered tulip designs on it.

Jace entered with Baela proudly showing her pregnant belly.

A bit later to much fanfare Aemond escorted you inside the celebration ball.

The engagement was not yet announced in words but in your actions of being escorted to sit by his side and being your first dance partner for tonight, the underlying message was clear.

You have chosen him.

He has chosen you.

It was time to give up the marriage proposals while he wasn't in the mood to humiliate any of them.

"Finally, I was starting to be sick of seeing the two of you dance around each other." Baela says as she takes a drink of water.

"I had a lot of reflection. I actually just told him my answer this morning."

"Hmm so that's why he changed the order of the petitions earlier."

"Huh? What did he do?"

"After being half an hour late he rearranged the petitions. He very smugly rejected all other marriage proposals to you. We knew then and there, but some of your suitors almost didn't understand the clue he was giving them."

"Oh my."

"Oh yes." She laughs as she carves a piece of ham and bread.

"You should have seen the face of Tyland Lannister when he was told. 'But I could buy her new clothes.' he said and your betrothed replied 'I'll personally make sure she'll need some. After all there are still five unhatched dragon eggs in her possession.' Hahaha." You couldn't help but join. You feel vindicated for having to endure him as one of the worse dance partners you've had.

It felt well deserved after all you've had to experience getting to this point.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asks after he finishes dancing with Helaena.

"Very much so. I thought our engagement would be announced just before the first dance?"

"The King wanted to announce it himself when he makes the midnight toast. We've given him so much grief that I just allowed him to do this one."

"Hmm so just a couple more dances before then?" He smirks as he casually drapes his arm outstretched on your chair. He then leans in to whisper in your ear, not bothering to hide how intimate it looks.

"It won't be long now before you'll be in my bed as I make sure to give you so much pleasure as part of my own personal penance to you."

"What makes you think this will happen in your bed? I like the view from my room."

"Mmm and I prefer the view before me now."

"And here I thought this dress wouldn't get ruined by us." You both share a knowing look before you were interrupted by Vereena.

"My lady I'm sorry to interrupt but it seems you were right. None of your three admirers are in here tonight. Which is odd because the Holy women are here."

"That's fine Vereena. Has anyone seen them?"

"Not since this morning my lady."

"Thank you for informing me Vereena."

She bows before you both before joining her sister.

"They must have known and wisely decided not to bother showing up."

"Still I couldn't help but find it strange. Ever since I've awakened they have been inquiring about how I personally feel about each of them. Well I've already gently turned down Ser Kormy before he could ask Priestess Kara's permission to marry since marriage is allowed under R'hllor. Then I turned down Ser Arari because he was more of an associate than someone I feel close to. And I tried to explain to Ser Ion that I only thought of him as a friend whom I could confide in while I'm here. He was upset, but I don't know what else to tell him."

"Leave them alone. If they refuse to be here because they can't stand seeing you with me then it's their loss." He takes your hand in his and you intwine your fingers together.

"You shouldn't be forced to feel something for the sake of friendship."

"Might I have everyone's attention please." The King with the assistance of his cane stands up. It was time for the Midnight Toast.

"Though I do not have a cup, I would like to make the Midnight Toast. To my first grandchildren Alys and Jacaerys Velaryon, tonight on their 21st nameday! Let us all wish them a happy nameday."

Everyone raises their glasses to you and Jace and you raise your glass in thanks to them.

"Now for another exciting news, which must have been obvious to many of you. My dear granddaughter Alys is finally engaged!"

And then all the fires died and the room descended into darkness.

"Alys! Alys are you alright?" Aemond takes your hand amidst the darkness and the panic in the room grows.

"Aemond - don't let go of me."

"I'm not losing you again."

"Bold words your Highness." That voice! You turn to see Ser Ion at the center of the room. A large fire coming out from his hand.

"What is the meaning of this? Restore light in this room now. As your King I order it." He chuckles at your grandfather.

There was something sinister about it.

"With all due respect, you have no power over me."

"You are in my court Ser Ion, I expect you to respect which jurisdiction you are in. I'm sure that even other citizens of Volantis would know that."

He restores some of the light in the room, but it had significantly became more dimmer than before.

"Guards seize him!" But before any of the guards could restrain him he has surrounded each of them individually in a circle of fire.

"Ser Ion! What are you doing?" You feel Aemonds' thumb rub the skin of your hand in an attempt to calm down your anxiety.

"I'm here to present to you once again my marriage proposal."

But before he could continue, lightning accompanied by a deafening thunder striked down just outside the window.

"And here I thought I was going to be first."

You turn and see Ser Arari who appeared suddenly just underneath the window.

Aemond's free hand hovers over his dagger.

"You're too late, I'm about to give Alys my proposal."

"She hasn't accepted yours yet, an engagement is not a marriage."

"Ser Arari, Ser Ion, I don't know what's going on. But whatever it is, I have already turned you both down. Please this is my nameday."

"Which is why it should have been handled with more tact." A somewhat familiar voice says from above. A red sphere descends down to join in.

"Hello Alys, happy nameday." Says the voice from the redsphere.

"I'm - I'm sorry but I don't know who you are."

"Of course you do." And before yours and everyone's eyes the red sphere went to the ground and formed itself into a very familiar boyish face.

"Ser - ser Kormy?"

"Well it seems the disguises must now be shed. The Red God here has not bothered disguising his entrance any longer." Says Ser Arari in a mocking way.

Wait

WAIT

"Red God?" You ask in shock, still gripping Aemond's hand.

"I have more tact compared to the two of you." Ser Kormy - no, the Red God - says. His voice now carrying the gravetasque of divinity.

The very same voice you heard coming out of his body when he gave you the dream consultation on what was his nameday.

"This was supposed to be a celebration, and instead Balerion here decides to cause mass panic by extinguishing all light in this room and the Storm God with no regard to the innocent bystanders arrived here with a lightning too close to the window!"

Balerion?!

Storm God?!

"Well now that we don't need to introduce ourselves thanks to the Red God."

From what was the form of your former husband, Balerion transforms into his true form. Silver hair, violet eyes but not in the way you had imagined. What should have been white with a colored pupil. The white part of the eye is violet almost similar to dark Amethyst. And for pupils are bright orange fires flaming in a circular manner.

"May I remind you Red and Storm God, that she prayed to me first before either of you have discovered her existence. And in her prayer she has promised to help my people in whatever way she can in exchange for my tutelage in controlling her fire powers. I have more right to have her as my wife than either of you."

"You boast Balerion but she has yet to hear your actual proposal." The Storm God, now made of clouds and occasional blasts of lightning serving as some sort of humanoid skeleton, remarks insultingly.

Trying not to be intimidated you face Balerion, never once letting go of Aemond.

"Now, as I was saying before I was interrupted. I have come to present my marriage proposal. Alys Velaryon, as the one whom you have made a worshipper's promise to, I ask now that you be my wife." You feel an eerie chill down your spine as you feel yourself regretting it. Balerion smirks and his voice becomes more seductive and enticing.

"As you can see for yourself, the descendants of Valyria need help. If you marry Aemond Targaryen, you shall only become Queen of this realm. I ask you, Alys Velaryon, why simply become a Queen, when you can be a Goddess by my side."

"Balerion if she picks any of us three she'll become a Goddess either way. Stop pretending you are the exception just because you are the only God in your pantheon to survive the Doom of your home."

"You'll have your time Storm God, this is still Balerion's turn to present his marriage proposal to her." The Red God scolds before Balerion continues.

"By becoming my wife and helping me restore Valyria back into a liveable state, you shall become the mother Goddess of all who come to reside there. You may choose which domain or dominion you want to preside over as a Goddess. And since your dragon egg has still not hatched and since it is your nameday -" Using the fire he wields right then and there on front of you he makes what appears to be a baby dragon sleeping on his hand.

"Behold, I give you the very thing that has made you an outsider in your family. My nameday gift to you."

"How do I know that you won't take this gift away from me or have this gift turn out to be one of your spies?"

"I swear upon the Three who are one in their function as the Fates of the Universe and Destiny of the Endless that this dragon shall not be one of my spies nor will I take it from you. This dragon will only come to life the moment you command it."

Using the fire he wields he transports the sleeping baby dragon on front of you. Upon closer inspection, the dragon was mainly red with black speckles all over it and black wings and a black snout which faded into red just before reaching the eyes.

Then in the form of a great fire he exits through the windows.

And then as quick as lightning the Storm God takes his place on front of you.

"Balerion and the Red God may have control over dragons of fire. What they neglect to say is that dragons of fire die after growing too much, dragons of ice are at home with being giant and easily dwarf any dragons of fire."

Like Balerion, using the clouds, and lightning he begins to form a baby dragon on front of you.

"You have greatly excelled in guiding lightning Alys. Become my wife, and you shall be given control over the ice dragons who lay waiting in lands of ice still unknown. Just like Balerion I offer to make you a Goddess of a dominion of your choosing. In addition to this you shall be Queen of the Heavens. While Balerion will have you tied only to Valyria and of Valyrian culture, I offer you the vastness of the sky."

Like Balerion, he uses his his clouds to place the sleeping baby ice dragon on front of you. This one was light blue with white spikes on its dorsal area. Or rather they looked like spikes but they are in fact ice.

"I too swear upon the Three who are one in their function as the Fates of the Universe and Destiny of the Endless that this dragon shall not be one of my spies nor will I take it from you. This dragon will only come to life the moment you command it."

Then he left as quickly as he came.

Compared to them, the Red God was gentle and warm. Offering you some sort of relief from your previous two divine suitors.

"I was hoping to do this differently and more privately, but my two rivals have made things worse than it should be. I shall thus be as quick and concise as possible." He says as he begins forming what was another sleeping baby dragon.

"Alys, I don't know what it is about you. For even a God like myself could not figure out why you have such excellent energy in you. Perhaps it comes from your heart and your strength as you have shown me and everyone here. If you become my wife, perhaps at last we shall finally defeat the darkness together. It is clear that I am not the only being who loves you. After all your nightmare was so vivid and that warning could only come from someone who loves you dearly and desires to protect you. I don't know who this being is, but I strive to protect you, just as how you have protected this realm from war by sacrificing yourself."

The sleeping baby dragon now on front of you was violet with Yellow spots on its wings and tail.

"This dragon can blow fires of varying temperatures from the hottest Violet flame, to the coolest red flame. It also has the ability to make these flames a source of healing rather than destruction. A tribute to how you sought to heal the wounds of your family than let further inner destruction destroy them even further." Now in a red sphere he puts some distance between himself and the gift.

"I too swear upon the Three who are one in their function as the Fates of the Universe and Destiny of the Endless that this dragon shall not be one of my spies nor will I take it from you. This dragon will only come to life the moment you command it."

As the Red Sphere departs he restores the light in the room to the brightness it had before.

But your mood was anything but.

"Alys" Aemond says with concern in his voice.

"Aemond - oh Aemond what have I done?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: AND FINALLY WE GET TO THE MOST EXCITING ARC! I had been waiting to write this moment of the reveal of the true nature of the three admirers. I hope you all enjoyed :D

#Higher Intervention #house of the dragon #hotd #the Sandman #Aemond Targaryen #aemond x fem!reader #Aemond x reader #Aemond x oc #Zaldrizo lentor #house of the dragon fanfiction #hotd fanfiction #Aemond Targaryen fanfiction

[buddy-arc]

// haruhi saved yui, and the centipede’s interventions helped yui… somewhat. her spirit was returned to her battered body safely and she breathes once again, albeit with scars that will never heal. yui is a dead girl walking.

yet her spirit is still tainted with malice’s influence. this corruption manifests visibly on her right arm, a blackish-red hue covering her hand that tapers off just before her elbow. malice’s influence grows the more negative emotion yui is exposed to. various odd traits will show up on her until it spills over, where yui will become consumed by a shadow resembling her corrupted spirit form.

how sad. how sad.

she’s neigh uncontrollable and will attempt to drag down others with her, likely in a fatal manner. she can calm down if sources of negativity are removed from her vicinity for long enough; the shadows will recede back to her arm.

( in the aftermath she would be exhausted and would remain unconscious for several hours at the least. )

how sad. how sad.

because of her corrupted spirit, yui is marked. malice is willing to manipulate her for its own gain, and she is a perfect chess piece for the malevolent spirit to do so.

haruhi saved yui. but did she really?

#✂️ | yui / studies. #asktotag #yomawari cw

[earnestlyegos]

I'm fairly certain that I didn't send one of these back so I'll do that now

*does a little spin and pelts the qnappb at you*

What do you all of you look like in headspace?

-💛🎻

yyou didnt!! aand i giggled hard at the little spin you did— iill try not to type with the quirk, i understand iits frustrating for ssome!!

Yancy

yancy looks pretty much the same as he does jn source!! except hes usually in a plain white T, without the sleeve rolled up, and in some jeans! either that or a tank top!! he also choses to have his AHWM tattoos instead of his ISWM tatts, because its how most people know him!! though he still thinks its canonical that he has his ISWM ones!! hes 6’1 with a muscular (not much more than he is in source) build, but pretty much is the same!!

Eric

ii look the same as i do in source as wwell!! except, in source, you cant see my legs!! i often wear rolled up grey pants (i think theyre cargos?) that show off my prosthetics!! i do only have prosthetic feet, but in order for them to stay on, the shell reaches up to right below my knee!! theyre blackish silver, and in the headspace you can see my glasses a bit better!! im 5’3, making me tthe shortest adult around—

Mark

mark is as he is exactly in source!! he wears his uniform constantly (without the hat), and often has a clipboard or his device with him so he can check the ships status!! he has all his pins and things and whatnot too, though when we focus in the headspace, we cant really see the specifics!! hes 5’10, which is markipliers actual height, and the only other outfit he will sometimes wear is his spacedog onesies!!

Damien

hhe was shown in his intro, but ill describe him still!! hes a 5’7 man with soft brown hair that has buzzed sides and a back!! he has a bit of a prominent chin like the body, that has light scruff that ends slightly below his ears!! hes got big round glasses and a round nose, light blueish grey eyes, and has acne scars on his face and upper back!! hes got small gauges, or black studs in his ears, along with two helix rings on each ear!! he has a slightly muscular and boxy build, and often wears a grey shirt with the text “GAY” front and center! he wears dark grey jeans with black socks, and black and white converse!! he also has a few freckles on his arms, and you can often see him lounging in a hoodie of whatever color he wants!!

thank you for the question!! (co-written by damien)

#eric🧡🪶 #damien🦷 #markiplier introjects #yancy the prisoner #eric derekson #head engineer mark #plural #system #introject #qna ping pong

[strelles-universe]

...quietly sends every type of tree that I can remember: Apple, Aspen, Beech, Birch, Cedar, Chestnut, Cinnamon, Cypress, Hickory, Juniper, Pear, Plum, Myrtle, Bay/Laurel, Elm, Sycamore, Poplar, Maple, Cherry, Hawthorn, Oak, Fir, Spruce, Sequoia, Cinnamon, Camphor, Pecan, Walnut, Nutmeg, Redwood, Locust (but srsy thnx for the tree translations <3)

Alright this took a while XD Some of these plants ended up having very interesting names given that their English entomology is vague, muddled or doesn't apply to this world. I put most of these under the cut because there are a lot of trees.

Daayadubel | Aspen, Poplar

(n.) A rapid growing, deciduous tree with soft, light wood; a commonly used tree for claw-carving; a poplar, aspen (lit. cotton bark)

Tayaho | Bay, Laurel

(n.) A little evergreen tree with small yellow flowers, fruits that are ovoid blackish berries most commonly found on the Coastal Stretches and around the Moon's Sea (lit. coast-tree)

Rurfraaya | Beech

(n.) Any of the deciduous trees with smooth, gray bark, oval leaves and 3 sided nuts cased in burrs; a beech (lit. feeding tree)

Tanaŕa | Birch

(n.) A tall deciduous tree known for it;’s flaky white bark (lit. white wood)

Keder | Cedar

(n.) Any of the massive, slow-growing hard wooded conifer trees; a cedar

Keŕuvos | Cherry

(n.) Any of the various trees and shrubs of the rose family, a fragrant smelling tree; cherry (coll n.) The fruit of the cherry tree, usually red or black in color

Senseŕokyu | Cypress

(n.) Any of the various evergreen trees and shrubs that have opposite, scalelike leaves and globose woody cones (lit. strong scented bark)

Virmra | Elm

(n.) a tall graceful tree with beautifully spreading branches

Novifi | Fir, Pine

(n.) Any of the tall trees that have flattish leaves, circular leaf scars, and erect female cones and are valued for their wood (coll n.) A catch-all term for firs, pines and spruce trees altogether

Hievra | Hawthorne, Mayhaw

(n.) Any of the spiny shrubs or small trees with glossy and often lobed leaves, white or pink fragrant flowers, and small red fruits (lit. border plant)

Senatuŕu | Locust, Acacia

(n.) A large northern tree with extremely durable wood that produces large, nice spelling flowers that are wrapped with defensive thorns. Also known as the Acacia. (lit. spiny-bark)

Veŕaper | Myrtle, Periwinkle

(n.) A small evergreen plant with fragrant white flowers (lit. curved branch)

Kiishonkyu | Nutmeg

(n.) An evergreen plant found exclusively in the creeping foreset with pale yellow flowers growing only in tropical areas, it possesses a fragrant fruit often traded through the kingdoms for it's seasoning. (lit. sharp smell)

... | Sycamore

(n.) tall brown barked tree; when you peel off the brown bark you get a lighter inner bark, spiny balled seeds

Datayiŕa | Redwood

(n.) Among the tallest trees in the world, seeming to only grow in the Creeping Forest and around the eastern mountains with vibrant red wood behind the bark, a redwood

Dinesalokya, Senlokya | Walnut, Hickory

(n.) A slightly smaller deciduous tree that produces a fleshy fruit with a hardened nut in the center

---

Fun Facts:

-> Because English "birch" probably comes from the latin words for "bright/white/to shine," I'm choosing to make a variety of birch that actually glows. Tanaŕa Hassku (shining white-bark/shining birch)

-> Creating the word for beech resulted in me creating the word for "to feed." It's named for its nuts that are so popular as prey-lures and livestock treats

-> Not sure I want laurels to have the same meanings of victory but it could be interesting; give the trees more meanings you me to mess around with for loners too

->Redwoods were straightforward

-> So. A lot of these very hella complicated hella fast. In Summary:

Apple - used to refer to all fruits, only became specific recently Spruce - apparently named for being from Prussia Sequoia - appears to be a made up word?? Like the tree is real but no entomology?? Camphors and Cinnamon plants are both not native to Europe or the Americas Oak - old english word just became the word for "tree" Cherry and plum are both Anatolian in original apparently

-> There are two variants of locust, the spiny version (Senatuŕu) and the harmless version (Senatuŕu Dakra). The spiny version is vastly more common than the bald/spineless version.

-> Apparently myrtles are a kind of periwinkle? Who knew

#answering asks #a proper anon #strelles translations

[dead-dog-dont-eat]

So I've decided to revamp and redesign my HH/HB OC, Glitch, who I renamed as "Monochrome" (new design, new name, right?). So here's both major and minor changes

-their skin is a lighter color, which is a cloud gray (old version was a darker tone)

-Uses all pronouns except for she/her and feminine-based pronouns. Mostly uses they/them, he/him, it/its, xe/xem and skiey/skier.

-Is a trans-nonbinary man who is arospec and demisexual; they are also queer

-An Eldritch/Monster-like demon

-Is 170 (old age was 300, but I made them a younger age)

-He has multiple scars on his arms and face--has three large ones across the front along with smaller ones that their lips and neck. (scars were originally only the top-surgery ones)

-Has three eyes, with the third one being on the forehead. Xer eyes are dark blackish-blue w/o irises (old version was black w/ yellow irises)

-They wear a baggy black shirt with gradient purple and grey cloth pants, they are mostly insecure about the scars on their arms so they wear a loose camouflage black and grey hoodie to cover.

-Because of them being eldritch and monster like, they mostly have powers of an Eldritch; the monster part being that they have some powers like a vampire and ghost (floating and being transparent as; hyponosis and flight, not to mention fangs)

-They have wings--but its mostly charred to black and mostly bones as well.

-Their hair is now more longer, it is still brown, but it is now a natural curly style and it lengthens all the way to their knees.

-He wears tinted dark-red glasses, mostly for their pair of eyes but not the third one.

-Mostly acted as sarcastic and emotionless, barely smiles, and is somewhat hostile. Pretty vulgar and blunt, too. But never an asshole. They can also be obsessive (kinda in a yandere way?, but not mostly)

-Carries a sickle around in a brown leather bag. Why? Mostly to pick mushrooms and berries (and sometimes kill people). They prefer climates that are cold and/or chilly.

-As mentioned before, they are still the partner of BloodMoon Storm, which is @bloodmoon24's oc.

#monochrome #hazbin oc #helluva oc #hazbin hotel oc #helluva boss oc #original characters #redesign

[mageofspacemultiverse]

Character Profile - Casitt Resshi

Name: Casitt Resshi

Blood: Lime {Mutant}

Age: 9 sweeps

Strife Specibus: claymoreKind

Physical Appearance: 1.68 metres tall, rectangular body type, lean and well-defined muscle in his legs and upper-body. Body riddled in scars and marks, with some raised gashes along his stomach and arms and another along his back. A narrow, pointed nose, sharp eyebrows, and elongated fang-like teeth that poke out in an overbite. His centre of balance leans to the right. Unkempt hair riddled with knots that drape his face with jagged curves.

His most common outfit consists of a two-piece polyester tracksuit (tank top and sports pants), separated in the middle to expose the midriff and dyed grey with a lime-green decal across the chest. Accompanying the clothing is a dual-coloured cloaked: one face is an electric green, while the opposite side is a blackish-gray. His charm is a porcelain (or similar material) pendant shaped like a boomerang with an alien symbol at its core and teeth-like projections extending from its ventral edges.

Personal History: Casitt's origins on Alternia are particularly abrupt, with him seemingly being conjured out of thin air in the midst of an Alternian field. The events that elapsed before he got there though... may require some digging.

What takes up Casitt's currently, however, is his practice of unearthing and perfecting gemstones to sell as a wandering merchant. He owns a small stall in a shoddy market known as the Monsoon Marketplace, with help from one Hyanna Kekkel (@memurfevur)

Personality Type/Alignment: The Weary (True Neutral)

His interests are borne out of little more than absent-minded self preservation. Casitt appears to have few (if any) long term motivations or goals to meet, arising from an undisclosed and uncomfortable past with violence. He's distant to the idea of making friends, and treats any new individual he meets with a large grain of suspicion and unease. He's quick to jump to violence if hostility presents itself, though in the absence of his own paranoia his tendency for arrogance and snippy moments can be frequent.

Despite these negative qualities, Casitt's soft-spot seems to extend to the youth in wrigglers or younger trolls. His morals are steadfast with regards to those he deems to be innocent, or those he has fought who earn his respect. He can confuse the concepts of justice and vengeance on occasion, but he's often self-sacrificial for those he cares about.

Also notable is Casitt's lack of familarity with basic Alternian concepts and culture, such as buckets, quadrants, drones, etcetera. He comes off as kooky and queer, the puzzle piece left over when the jigsaw's already put together. If you're interacting with him, you can expect to hear 'I don't know what that means' sometime during your talk.

Relationships:

Hyanna Kekkel (@memurfevur): The two have a blossoming, yet begrudging, dynamic that's driven by mutual dependence; without each other, they don't really have anyone. Where it goes? Only time will truly tell. But after Hyanna may be seen accompanying Casitt as a traveling partner, and likely trading jabs with the troll.

Yggdrasil crew (@askthehiddencaste): Casitt has had a few clients with his business, and the Yggdrasil Library is no exception. It's unclear who, if any, Casitt has formed a solid relationship with yet, but they seem to be a nice bunch to him so far!

=WILL UPDATE WITH FURTHER DEVELOPMENT=

#casittresshi #casitt #character bio #homestuck oc #homestuck rp #mageofspacemultiverse #pinned bios

[recluse-hobo]

Thundering Pride II

LEADER & SECOND-TAIL

Canopy Boulderheart FIGHTER:LEADER proceeded Grainfall

Golden eyed, dirty blond thin furred tom with longer fur crest. Thicker set build with long muzzle, taller than Talonwhisker///first litter of Bugteeth & Butterflydust, older brother to Marigoldpad (took care of her along with his mate Tallstem after their parents died.

Talonwhisker 'TAIL:FIGHTER:TRAINER To Cloudpad

Dark brown with thick blackish stripes, tall & hefty tom, deep, piercing amber eyes///first Bairn of Greycloud & Kitface, brother to Tangletail, Vinepad & Thyme, adoptive brother to Cloudpad///Kinda always knew he & Whitedawn were close but needed to be told directly by Whitepad (at the time) that she quite obviously adores him & then big buffy tuned to big puddly of mush///Father to Treetail, Rabbitfoot & Quickheart///Taught Whitedawn right after he was named, Rookhoot & quarter of Redpad's before Boulder wanted him to train his adopted brother due to nepotism which pissed off Snowtail GREATLY.

STAR SEER

Thunderfall FIGHTER:EX STAR SEER

Aloof & troubled ghost with sealed shut mouth & pale lidless eyes (a punishment for his sins in life)///Mate to Roe, died while Snowtal & Whitedawn were being born///try's to guide Snowtail in being a Seer while dealing with his punishments of life but only succeeds in frustrating her.

Snowtail STAR SEER:HUNTER:TRAINER To Mintpad

Pure shimmering white she-cat, long muzzle with thick swooping chest & tail fur. Has a half mask & a patch in the middle of her tail but it's so pale ginger that its barely visible///Did secret Fighter training with Whitedawn to protect her colony (to get her mind off the loss of her mother, 'annoyance' of a father & a frankly awful ex-mate) Trained Mintpad in both hunting AND fighting despite her Colonys resistance///Daughter of Roe & Thunderfall, very close sister to Whitedawn, ex mate to Robbie. Mother to Bluepad & Redpad -the latter of whom she is rather protective over.

HERB HEALER

Tangletail :HEALER

Powdery grey wispy furred tabby tom with barely visible stripes, incredibly long light grey muzzle whiskers & tiny eyebrow whiskers. twisted & broken tail from a misunderstanding with SB Trainees & falling rocks, aches in the cold///raised alongside Snowtail & Whitedawn so is always a shoulder to lean on///Second litter & second son of Greycloud & Kitface, Younger brother to Talonwhisker, older to Thyme, Vinepad & Cloudpad///Currently in constant contact with Redpad due to his conserning hives to the sun so the two are almost always seen together...

SENIORS

Bugteeth SENIOR:FIGHTER

Cream, thick furred ticked tom, thick long legs & muzzle, very small teeth///mate to Butterflydust, father to Boulderheart & Marigoldpad///died with Butterflydust & Roe from inhaling smoke///taught Mountainfall.

Butterflydust SENIOR:HUNTER

Sandy tabby with pluming neck fur, shorter for-legs, patchy hairless tail, blueish-green eyes///lifelong mate to Bugteeth, mother to Boulderheart & Marigoldpad///died while Marigold was two weeks old///taught Acornshine.

Fogcrest SENIOR:HUNTER

Slinky with curly, sheep-like tipped drooping fur, saggy grey tom with drooping black jowls///mate to Soiltoe, Father to Mountainfall & Thunderfall the latter of whom he greaves for dearly///Grandfather to all cuz' he's sweet///tells story's of teaching Greycloud & Berryspots

Soiltoe SENIOR:FIGHTER

Off white with short, shaggy furred brown tabby patched moggy///had to be dragged very delayed to the senior set by her mate Fogcrest, still dose tasks & wants to train more trainees damn it >:(///mother to Mountainfall & Thunderfall///teacher to Grainfall & Buckhawk.

Rainbird :POUNCER

Soft light & dark grey tabby with long thin scars from her middle back to ankles///stays in Seniors set due to Grainfall trauma & nightmares, has astigmatism in both eyes & hunts very rarely///definetly not old enough to be in the Senior Set but feels out of place anywhere else, plus she likes thier banter.

EXPECTING BAIRN

Berryspots HUNTER:QUEEN:TRAINER To Hickorypad

Gorgeous striped & spotted, dark tortoiseshell angel///loving mate to Buckhawk, Mother to Rookhoot, still in the Bairn Set to just help out (: ///Trainer to Hickorypad (yes she did point out that both her's & Buckhawk's trainers unintentionally got them together & now her & her mate are training brothers.)

Kitface QUEEN:HUNTER

Greyish white belly-ed with a dream too be a mother to many with black forehead & ankle stripes with puddle like shadowy patches///Currently in nursery with Vinepad & Cloudpad. lost Vinepad's original littermate Thyme due to SIDS then adopted Cloudpad from a Queen abandoning him on their borders///Also a mother to Talonwhisker & Tangletail who she babies immensely(despite their high rankings) & forever mate to Greycloud.

Roe ROUGE:QUEEN

Pure glimmering white with deep russet-red tabby patches, solid & strong with very little to say///Joined TP as a queen & dose not want to be seen as part of any colony///Died while trying to save 2/4 seniors in a fire & left behind two very brokenhearted daughters Snowtail & Whitedawn///cannot be seen by a seer due to her believes.

WORKERS

Buckhawk FIGHTER:TRAINER To Venompad

Sturdy, brown eyed, black tom with scarred belly, inner thigh to knee///manipulated & manipulative under Grainfall & Raccoontail's rule, decided to stay because of his mate Berryspots, father to Rookhoot.

Stillwater :FIGHTER

Shockingly silver ticked tabby with dark grey striped legs, forehead & tail, greenish-blue eyes///ABSOLUTE CUNT, BULLY'S HER TRAUMATIZED SISTER, HUSBAND, LEARNERS, SON'S, EX & EVERYONE ELSE///wanted to be mates with Thunderfall for power then went for Mountainfall instead///Never stopped doing her duty's to be a Queen, birthed Hickorypatch & Venombite///Is forbidden from being a teacher & will never have a position of power. (trainer/healer/beta/leader)

Whitedawn FIGHTER:TRAINER To Vinepad

Deep russet ginger tabby with entirely white lower half, shorter legs than any TP cat///ADHD = goober & frustrated, was trained by a two month older Talonwhisker (he was NOT prepared) stole his heart & soul & had Treetail, Rabbitfoot & Quickheart- who is a total mamas boy///very exited to have a trainee buddy.

Rookhoot FIGHTER:TRAINER To Redpad

Black lanky tall tom with thin golden/grey eyes & a bitter standoffish attitude///Newest Worker, so new that when we join Mintpad's POV he is still a Trainee, Red & Blue are fresh Learners///first Bairn of Buckhawk & Berryspots///takes over Redpad's training but teaches him as more of an equle due to the age closeness.

Greycloud HUNTER:TRAINER To Bluepad

Long furred solid grey tom with warm golden eyes///Loving mate to Kitface, very doteing father to Talonwhisker, Tangletail, Vinepad & Cloudpad(even if all but Cloud are very not touchy-feely)///Trained Snowtail who then asked for him to train her son Bluepad. (Helped son Talon alot with a boisterous Whitepad)

Mountainfall HUNTER:TRAINER To Marigoldpad

Hefty in fur, very large light brown tabby tom with thick neck crest & constant questioning look///ex Fighter cuz he was pretty useless///Mate? to Stillwater, involved & talkative Father to Hickorypad & Venompad///May be scatterbrained & a bit clueless but dose NOT take Marigoldpad's training lightly, proves to be a proliferate teacher.

Tallstem HUNTER:TRAINER To Stormpad

Thin & light softy of a tabby with solid stripes that are far darker than the small amount of lighter brown underneath///Currently training Stormpad which is pissing off Marigold majorly

Treetail :HUNTER

Identical to his father minus a white chin & tail tip, very friendly, warm amber eyes of his mother, often seen mingling with Queens/Princes & brothers Quickheart & Rabbitfoot///Stunning example of a Thundering Pride tom///wished to be a hunter because the thought of hurting his own disturbs him///Training Hickorypad whenever Berryspots is busy

Rabbitfoot :HUNTER

Identical to his grandfather but with the personality of a frat boy-hippie///unfit to be a trainer, became a hunter for convince & free rain of the hunting grounds.

Quickheart :POUNCER

Foggy grey cloudy-furred tom white lips & eyelids, purple-ish dark sightless eyes with floating pariticals(will shrink with age)///Born blind & slowly going more and more deaf///very close to seniors & gets passed around dens during cold seasons. (he loves this :)

TRAINEES/LEARNERS

Marigoldpad :TRAINEE To Mountainfall

...so she is named after her late mother///Is currently being held back due to bad attitude & unwillingness to train, becomes a hunter (& shares ceremony & prefix with 'the worst cat ever' Smokedust) after Bluewind & Redfang who are much younger than her.

Hickorypad :TRAINEE To Berryspots

Slightly darker version of his father with longer fur all over, cream-gold eyes///uninterested son to Stillwater & involved son to Mountainfall (dose not talk to mother-dearest)Best friend & brother to Venombite///dated Marigldpad for some reason?///Murderd on the night of his & Venombite's naming vigil.

Venompad :TRAINEE To Buckhawk

Lithe, long muzzled, strong shouldered & dead handsome moonlit grey tom with slightly darker ankles, ears & tail tip, has freckles in his deep amber eyes of all colours. Has the temper of his mother yet isn't a cunt///Fell to a depressed lump after Hickorypatch's murder & stays on the rocky outcrop of TP's camp///He considers Vinepad as his only friends due to her companionship to all trainees & never leaving him hungry or lonely while grieving.

Mintpad EX TS:TRAINEE To Snowtail

H///Accompanied Venombite to avenge Hickorypatch, almost loses her life due to Venombite mistakeing her & the old wrench looking vaguely similar coats only to talk him down & return to camp with a broken toe & friend.

Redpad :TRAINEE To Talonwhisker Rookhoot

Spiky & long albino with pink-rimmed, white-blue eyes basicaly a male copy of mama Snowtail in both looks & personality///Holds a strong grudge on Talonwhisker due to his training being replaced by Cloudpad(dose not bame cloud for this) is rather well matched with Rookhoot & much prefures night training.

Bluepad :TRAINEE To Greycloud

Tangled very long white furred ditsy berry-eaty boy. Yellow left eye & Blue right, deaf right ear too(dose not twitch or move mutch) He is majory obsesed with the brambleberry fealds///best freinds with mama Snowtail & "little" brother Redpad.

Stormpad FARM-MOLLY:TRAINEE To Tallstem

Pale green eyed dilute tortoiseshell with white freckles & one hind leg///used to live on the chicken farm off SB coasts, got chased off in the opposite direction by a patrol & ran into the trainees of TP///Is on the older side yet not a full year old, so becomes a trainee in the nick of time & will stay a trainee for much longer due to not being born wild.

Vinepad :LEARNER

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Cloudpad :LEARNER

Absolutely gorgeous lilac point tom with long thin muzzle & tail & deep warm friendly blue eyes///knows nothing but colony life, barely remembers his birth mother but not in a good light///Came from a breeders situation & so very funky genetics, rather loud as a bairn.

[bastardsunlight]

All around is scorching heat and agony. She can feel the searing threat of molten rock to one side — the bloody side; the orangey glow illuminates torn flesh and glinting bone in ugly, monochromatic detail — and her remaining eye hazily perceives the sheer, debris-snarled wall of rock that reflects and radiates it. Her very blood feels as if it’s on fire and the smoke prickles her senses and wet trails, one of sticky blood and one of irritated salt, trace down her face through dirt and sting in her wounds.

That death is imminent does not mean she accepts it, not fully. It is perhaps the truest manifestation of Apex now, even more so than the fact she is still standing despite wounds that ought to have rendered her unconscious if not in non-functional shock. If she does not bleed out, Uroboros’s consuming rot will reach her cavitating heart. A baser, primal part of her knows that what hunts her will take her before either of those.

The pupil of the eye that is left — the blue one; it is stark and light against blackish blood-smears in the weird volcanic illumination — is blown wide in abject terror, and she is shaking. She tells herself it’s the blood loss and the adrenaline, but eventually coherent thought leaves her and it is only instinct. It is here. She sees it and it sees her and on some innate level she knows who — no, what the dark silhouette is. Her left hand tightens around the jagged pipe dislodged from the wreckage. 82E-21 stares balefully, trembling, at the thing that used to be Albert Wesker, teeth already bared by a torn face, and she snarls in an ugly, grating choke of a voice,

“No.”

Not like this. Not like a cornered animal, cowering, begging.

Should she cast herself into the inferno and deprive that thing of the satisfaction? It might be quicker, but Apex screams at her to make the challenger pay, to punish it for its audacity, to—

It moves and sets off a fresh round of alarm bells, the same thing that prompts the deer to bolt or the rabbit to freeze. It moves wrong. There is nowhere to go.

Hawker stares the thing down as she struggles to feel her legs, then to gauge how much longer they will hold her. It is enough. Drawing her weapon back, she takes the first shaky step forward.

She will not go gently into that good night.

It sees, and it hungers. The helicopter that could have been her rescue has gone and she is alone but for it, this thing that has dragged itself from the lava, scarred and burning and violently mutating. It has too many eyes, limbs, and hearts, and its attention is wholly on her. She registers as biomass it can use to increase its own and speed the healing process, but something is holding it back—not her, surely, but something within itself.

Deep inside, the consciousness of Albert Wesker necessarily remains, trying with all his not inconsiderable might to regain and retain control over the beastly body that has surrounded his humanoid flesh to protect and further mutate it. This, too, he must control with care. The first death had been a turning point with Birkin’s cocktail made just for him. The second death means ascension, if he can best the beast.

It turns toward her, moves that way, but slowly, watching. Her catastrophic mutation will not resemble his, because she has no real idea of what she is capable; she never did else she’d have fought harder or, more intelligently, joined him as her sister had done. But she will survive it, of this he is certain. Now he must master himself and withdraw to the exfil location agreed upon for such a contingency.

Through the haze and fumes, TA-82E-21 might very well be able to see the thing shift its stance and focus, turning like black quicksilver and disappearing into the noxious shadows of the crater, its black body blending with the night and smoke, the eyes with embers until it is no more.

#response #body horror #management #vehxmence

[werspinna]

“Where did you get those?”

Bruises and Bruising !

The boys eyes had turned so big it seemed a miracle they did not rolled out of his head and while Wolf had not been looking directly at him one pair of her eyes always kept a track of her surroundings.

She kept perfectly track of the permanent movemets around her when the other Spidermen in the refactory set down to eat, walked over when seeing a familair face, stood up from their meal, moved around when telling a story.

She kept perfectly track of the little red waves in her bowl of tomatoesoup that appeared whenever she dived her spoon in the soup.

She kept perfectly track of everything happening outside of the window that was on the wall opposite to her were fururistic lights danced over the eveningsky like frantically wisps.

And eventually she kept track of the boy who had approached her, his heatsignature suddenly rising from adrenaline when seeing her injuries, the way his eyes looked up and down on her in somthing that was a mix of curiosity and what she decided to interprete as worry which promptly made the young one sympathic in her mind.

Four of eight eyes blinked blankly at the boy, than, as casual as if she was talking about the weather outside, she pointed to a half healed bruise on her bare arm that closed swollen and blueish yellow around her whole upper arm. For the doctor on the sickbay she had pulled Leatherarmor, hauberk and Gambeson off her shoulders so the layers of armor were held to her by her belt and her scarred shoulders, arms and stomach were freely visible: "This happens when Doc Ock grabs you with his extra arms. That day I looked like a flag in the wind." The woman moved her hand wavingly through the air, showing that she had been very much shaken through that day and it was a miracle that not every bone in her body had been shattered like glass. Her poxscarred hand continued its journey and pointed to her other arm that was bandaged and moveless pressed with a sling to her upper body: "A Kingpin tried to armwrestle me and as I am not allowed to rip limbs off- which is not nice, very not nice for I am very good at it- I played along until I could trap him and bring him here."

She pointed to the red marks that massive teeth had left in two parallel rows in one row under her chest and the other running parallel to it over her stomach. The marks had already healed enough into scab and with every moment passing the young womans inhuman healing factor turned the flesh beneath the scab bit by bit from the stark bloody redness into a faint rose: "Here had one Lizard bit me, but I was able to grab her jaws and break it appart when she tried to bite me in two halfs."

Pointing to a blackish bruise that coverd half of her face and had caused four of her eight eyes to be swollen shut, Wolf winked friendly with the still moveable eyes: "And here a Hammerhead gave me a headbutt. Not nice, really not nice."

Then, laughing, she spread the one still moveable arm and hinted a galant little bow as if she was a circus preformer after a very dangerouse stunt waiting or the applause from the publicum: "And in general this whole artwork of patches that is me is a perfect warning for young spiders to watch out for themself and make sure they are not grasped by Doc Ock, do not armwrestle Kingpin, are not bitten by the Lizard and get not headbutted very not nicely by Hammerhead. Does it work?"

[ @itsybitsypeterparker ]

#[ V ] Lupus Non Mordet Lupum 🕷 #itsybitsypeterparker #tw: injury #wolf beeing a good idol and traumatiing teenagers into beeing careful lol #hello dear :D

[wolfboypaws]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆°☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ｡⋆°⋆｡⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆°☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ｡⋆°⋆｡ 𓋼𖥧𖡼♰𓋼𖤣𓉸𓋼𖥧𖡼♰𓋼𖤣𓉸 【Ｎａｄｉｒ】 𓉱 ♱𓉸𖥧 ✞ ♰𓍊 𓉸 𓉱 ♱𓉸𖥧 ✞

❅ Male ❅ He / Him ❅ Deputy of the Galaxy ❅ Aloof ❅

𖥧 Seeing a fellow wolf die is very sad, at first; their body, first limp, empties itself of anything, blood, urine, and feces alike, from any orifice available. There are few things more disgusting then seeing mucus pour from a beloveds ill-fated face. The body stiffens after a while, making it difficult to bury or move. Decomposition is smelly, and involves bugs and animals of all kinds, but mostly ants and flies: chipping away at your beloveds body until it melts into some type of blackish sludge, and that's when mushrooms begin to sprout, eating up your beloveds nutrition. By then, you've been laying on the ground, watching, for quite some time; you get up when they get up, which can take many moons. Dying is a sad thing to witness, but Nadir has witnessed it many times. The only thing worse then watching someone die is to die.

𖥧 Nadir likes to watch, and occasionally comment. When he speaks, rarely to anyone aside from Zenith and Ridan, it tends to be a complaint or a flippant remark, which often doesn't match his thousand-yard stare. He has a few strange habits -whenever he makes a kill, he lets his prey bleed out, sometimes waiting hours for it to finally die before allowing anyone to eat it. He disappears for days, only to return without comment. He walks quietly, like a ghost across snow.

𖥧 Regardless, he is beloved by his packmates. He is a skilled hunter, a great listener, and perhaps most surprisingly, an excellent father and mentor. Its as though he has many years of experience, beyond his youth.

⋆ Mate: Zenith | Brother: Ridan | Parents: forgotten | Children: plenty.

Goals

Pair bond with Zenith

Background with snow

Neck scar or some type of scary scar

kissie him

some type of ghosty essence / mist / fog / whatever

make him stop fucking failing hunts

#wolvden #Wolvden: Nadir #wolf bio

[iomadachd]

6.

Adramalech can come across as a chaotic being in his true form, but he has many ways to appear if the opportunity calls for it.

When he's on Earth, it's the most human he will ever appear. On Earth, he looks the same as any other human, although the aura he gives off tends to be a little more threatening than the average human. The only thing that would ever betray him is if he allowed his demon eyes to come forward. However, if that happens, it's already far too late for whoever sees them.

In the world of Ghost, the majority of humanity will only ever see him in his most human form, walking among them as any man does. This includes the Ministry. However, from time to time he may appear more as a Ghoul does, for the sake of keeping the clergy on their toes and reminding those in charge that he is of Hell. In this form, his skin has more of a grayish hue, and his eyes are pure white except for the rectangular pupils that give him the look of a goat. From his head sprouts a small pair of white horns, curling ever so faintly in a shape reminiscent of the silver Ghoul masks that have been retired.

The form most residents in Hell will see is his Demonic form. In this form, his eyes are a pure, pale white, with the hint of something approaching ivory in the shadows.

His hands are gnarled and clawed. Each razor-sharp tip is a bronze color that fades to pitch black. This blackness continues on his fingers, hands, and forearms, fading to a pale flesh tone at his biceps. The skin is almost corpselike in its lack of color, and slightly translucent. The veins beneath are clearly visible, a blackish-blue color, and they pulse ever so slightly if you're paying close attention. His teeth are sharpened to razor points, and his smile is just a touch too wide to be natural. His ears are slightly pointed, tipped in black that curls beneath his hair and down his spine.

His hairline is receded in this form, in order to accommodate his horns. His largest pair emerge from where the hairline would begin, near his temples, fading from bronze at the base to black at the tips. The skin around them is cracked and stained with ichor, sticky and black. They curl over and back behind his head sharply like a ram's horns. The secondary pair erupt within the space that remains from the first pair, further down as if from his forehead. These are a solid back, arcing straight back over his skull, five inches long and as sharp as a knife's point.

Adramalech will almost never show his Fallen form, as it is a part of his past, and he prefers to look to the present and future. As such, this is his rarest form, and likely to only ever be seen by Lucifer or fellow Fallen.

As one of the original Fallen, he still retains elements of his angelic form, too terrible for humans to comprehend. In the form closest to what he was when God created him, his wings appear as a blackened and burnt peacock's tail, with only the barest hints of green and iridescence visible under searing light. A halo of decay and corruption. In their glory, they were shaped more like a peacock's wings, with all the colors of the rainbow, the primaries a soft tan and dotted with the peacock eyes more associated with the tail.

His eyes burn a terrible ashen color with just the barest hints of blue beneath them, like ice. A reminder that he fell from Grace, and he was Holy once upon a time.

His body, if it can be called such, is a lithe, shifting thing that puts one in mind of light reflecting off an oil slick. It's not quite tangible and seems to be just out of reach in terms of being solid. As quickly as you can focus on a part of him, it has already changed or slipped into shadow.

He has three faces, that of a mule, a mask, and a peacock. He cannot fully recall if the mask was one of his original faces, but it is there all the same. Each face is not as pure as it once was, lined with cracks, or visibly decayed or burnt in places. The scars of being a traitor to Heaven.

#;adramalech hc #long post so it's under a cut