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writer-and-artist27 · 1 month

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Tumblr Story: Two Robins

Note: For @dollya-robinprotector. Because the writing urge hit and I wanted to send you something to destress. Also inspired by this comic you made on your other blog.

An informal sequel to “Reformed Bully,” basically. Because when life throws lemons, I make lemonade out of them. While listening to the song titled, My First Friend.

Stories for friends work like that. :)

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“Another world through a magic door, huh…?”

Vy couldn’t help but sit up in her place at the guest couch and slowly open her eyes at the sound of Robin’s voice. Even if he wasn’t her Robin, Lya’s Robin looked contemplative while taking off his apron in the now-cleaned kitchen, wiping some peanut butter off his hands with a napkin with a quiet hum. “Considering you were able to find a cookie recipe this easy to make,” he said with a soft laugh, “I probably shouldn’t be surprised at magic doors considering my sweetie’s habit of getting involved with a lot of people.”

“And…” Vy internally cursed herself for her low social battery, forcing her voice out as much as she could for Robin to notice, “who says… that habit is… a bad thing when… she still has… you, Robin?”

The brunette man turned to look at her with wide green eyes, the freckles on his face twitching before he smiles. “…That’s true,” he said in a softer voice, hanging his apron up on a nearby rack before opening the refrigerator and pulling out a water bottle. “But if you’re tired, Vy, you can use the couch to rest. You’re the guest here and you didn’t have to play with the kids.” The smile on his face widens to a grin once he walks over to place the water bottle in Vy’s ungloved hands, sitting down next to her soon after. “Though as one of their dads, I’m really grateful for your help.”

“Whitney looked… tired, y’know?” Her grip is shaky on the bottle cap once Vy twists at it to open the beverage, lifting the whole bottle carefully to drink the cold water inside for some energy. “Baking… cookies for the kids… is something I can do… considering they were curious… and I started it… by giving him some…” And sure, Chaldea didn’t have toddlers in its large roster of Servants (baby Caren notwithstanding — she was a unique case) — but her experience with kids thankfully wasn’t null and void. Plus their reactions to the “magic” of the three-ingredient peanut butter cookies were so so cute. Even recapping the water bottle in her hands after drinking half felt like an effort worth doing as she said, “So I… I wanted to help… besides…”

Robin leans forward to rest his chin against his palms, peering into her face with a curious expression. “Besides…?”

“It’s what…” Vy smiled, doing her best to ignore the urge to cough from how weak her voice felt in her throat. “It’s what… my Robin… would’ve done.”

Robin’s green eyes widened again — reminding Vy of Chaldea, of her Robin — before his brows furrowed against his forehead. “…You said that before,” he said in a quieter voice, one of his hands leaving his face in favor of reaching out towards her. Not nearly enough to touch, but close enough to the point of nearly patting her hair. “What is your Robin like, Vy? You said you saw some of him in Whit, which led you to us.”

How to respond… Vy turned her head to look at her lap, fidgeting with a hem of her skirt from the Chaldean Decisive Battle uniform. Her pockets still had some markers and her whiteboard, so—

“Vy…?” Lya’s Robin paused, a hand hovering close to hers once she put the half-full water bottle to the side and subsequently pulled out her writing set, carefully trying to uncap the nearest marker — pink this time, it seemed — to start scribbling a response.

“Energy… low…” Vy said hastily to fill in the silence, shaking her head. “Gonna have to… write to you… Robin… so excuse me.”

Past the shade of her low ponytail, it thankfully didn’t hide the understanding look that dawned on Robin’s face, his newest smile sympathetic towards her as he nodded. “You’re excused.”

“Th-Thankie…” With one grateful gulp of air, Vy wrote as quickly yet as neatly as she could, the words coming naturally to the forefront of her mind. My Robin is my hero.

Turning the board over to let Lya’s Robin read the words had his green eyes widen yet again. “Your hero…?”

Forcing energy into her next nod, Vy turned her whiteboard back to write more. I grew up with him, she “said,” doing her best to school the incoming blush on her face with a tiny cough. Whenever I was sad, whenever I needed to get away, he was there. In his green cape, whistling a tune, and hiding one eye away with his hair. Just by being himself and staying with me.

Vy wasn’t surprised to hear Robin chuckle at the word “hair” on her board once she turned the words toward him. “If your Robin has one eye hidden by his hair, I can understand why you reached out to Whit, then.”

They’re similar in some ways, Whitney and my Robin. Behavior, looks, and voice, aye. Pasts are definitely different. Vy could tell even when having known Whitney for only half of a day. They both were rough around the edges, self-proclaimed “cowards,” easy to cover up their insecurities with lies, but— In the end, Robin inspires me. He makes me feel safe. He helps me keep going. That's why he’s “Big Robin” to me.

“…Does he now?” Lya’s Robin says softly, glancing at the whiteboard before looking at Vy with a sad look to his green eyes. “Is that what a hero is to you, Vy? Someone who can be big and protect you?”

Not even the fatigue stopped Vy from hearing the longing in Robin’s voice, the lingering regret lacing his words, and she immediately turned her whiteboard back to herself to scribble a response.

I didn’t look up to my Robin just because he was big and protected me. Sure, he’s taller than me, and yes, he’s protected me, but he did more than that. Some of her “o”s looked loopy to her tired eye, but she still pointed them to Lya’s Robin for the man to read, tapping the underlined “more” with a face. Being a hero for someone can just be as simple as making sure there’s a home to come back to. A safe place to tuck away and be fine in someone’s arms. And if you’re worrying about that with Lya and your kids, Robin, I think you don’t have to.

“...Huh?” The brunette blinks at her response, and Vy smiles, lowering her whiteboard to the lap of her skirt. She knew if she spoke up, she might not be able to do the same for the rest of the day, but—

“You’re… like my Robin too…” Vy eventually croaked, keeping as much cheer as she could once Lya’s Robin gaped at her. Her hands felt a bit like lead had been injected into them, but it didn’t matter. “You both… worry about… doing enough… for the people you love… and I wanna say… you’re okay.”

“Vy…” Robin whispered, his green eyes betraying his experiences and concerns. Living as an orphan, trying to make ends meet under cruel circumstances, hoping Lya could be happy… A soft choking noise made his voice wobble once he said with shimmering wetness characteristic of tears in his eyes, “You really think so?”

Vy knew that her Robin could and would make that exact same face (especially when she pushed herself too hard). It was why she smiled at Lya’s Robin, raising one shaky gloved hand to pat his frozen outstretched one.

“I… know so. Because… because my Big Robin… taught me small kindnesses… like baking and hugging and helping… matter. So Robin… I think you’re plenty big… for Lya, Whitney, Alex… and your kids too.” A note of longing came out to grace the air between them, a cursory glance at the living room around them confirming to Vy that she was almost envious. “Having a farm like this… being able to safely have a family… not a lot of people can say the same. So… give yourself more credit. You can… be ‘big’ in your own way too. Cooking… and games… and being you.”

Especially when I know how hard it is to fight for the home you want. When the home I want is still out of reach.

It was why Vy decided not to mention the plight of Humanity back in her world, what with the Foreign God and all of her fucking bullshit, in favor of grabbing a wad of tissues from her other skirt pocket to offer to the man sitting next to her. The tears in Robin’s eyes only grew in size against his lashes, but he was smiling once he took the tissues to wipe at his face. “Th-Thank you,” he choked out after a moment, a few droplets falling to the couch cushions between them as he laughed. “I-I didn’t know I needed to hear that before I heard it.”

Vy smiled, vaguely making out a silhouette of pink starting to emerge from the hallway behind Robin before nodding her head. “Aye. That can… definitely happen… and if you can’t believe it… why don’t you ask your sweetie?”

As if on cue, flowers seem to burst open in the air. “Of course, my gentle songbird!” Lya announces her sudden entrance with a tight hug to Robin from behind, falling to her knees and winding her arms around her husband’s neck enough to make the man squeak. “Vy has the right idea!”

“L-Lya…” Robin sniffles, but he looks happier once she’s in the picture, enough for relief to spread throughout Vy’s chest as she slowly scooted a foot or so away to give the happy couple some space. “I… I really am doing enough for you?”

“Of course you are! You’re my Robin!” Lya pouts when resting her chin atop Robin’s brown hair, shaking her head. “I love you more than anything, sweetie!”

“Sweetie…”

Vy closed her eyes to the sight, already feeling a little awkward if not for the lingering fatigue still in her systems, and thus debated stepping out. It didn’t feel right to say anything with Lya already reassuring her hubby better with lots of hugs and kisses beyond her closed eyelids, so…

“Muu…?”

Her back and legs suddenly weren’t on the couch anymore. Vy slowly blinked, feeling mana carry her up into the air and barely hearing Robin’s surprised “whoa” along the way. Her half-full water bottle, whiteboard and assorted markers were floating up with her, highlighted by — by purple runes? It would certainly explain why the floating was very much gentle, but if runes were here—

The corner of her blurry vision past her glasses let her see a single glimpse of violet and green before toned, muscular arms wrapped themselves around the backs of her shoulders and the undersides of her knees, holding her in a princess carry. “I look away for five minutes,” said a familiar voice above her head, “and then I find you’re pushing yourself again, little sparrow. Past another magical door too.”

“All in… good intentions, Big Robin…!” Vy still didn’t stop her Robin from holding her close enough for their foreheads to touch, a weak giggle leaving her lips once the tip of his nose rubs hers. Mint tickled the insides of her nostrils as she said, “Didn’t use… any mana… and was… able to bake… magic peanut butter cookies…!”

“Which, little one,” Skadi interrupted with a soft clapping of her hands to dispel her wand into a flash of light (just so that Lya and her hubby wouldn’t notice, maybe?), chuckling while plucking the floating bottle and whiteboard materials out of the air to keep close to her chest for safekeeping. The smile on her delicate features looked wry and exasperated to oddly match the fond sparkle in her red eyes as she went on with, “you could have done that after taking your daily nap. I may be the last goddess of my original world, but what is it with your luck in finding other worlds without fail?”

Vy glanced up at her Robin — Robin Hood, the May King, her Big Robin — and smiled once he gave her a raised eyebrow. “I just… do?”

Robin sighed and bumped his nose with hers again. “…You worry me too much.”

“I’m… sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for that, little sparrow. Just wander off with me next time.”

A quiet Ahem is what breaks Vy out of the growing warmth and surrounding mana — out of seeing two of her Grailed come through the same door that brought her to Whitney — and turning her head reveals Lya, her Robin, and a faraway Whitney all staring at her with wide eyes. Of course Robin Hood and Scathach-Skadi would stare back.

No one said anything for a good second. The toddlers could’ve woken up, Alex could’ve walked in, and yet no one would speak. That was the kind of stare-off it was.

“…Well,” Lya’s Robin starts first after the sound of a singular water droplet falling echoes from the sink, glancing at Chaldea’s Robin before awkwardly scratching at some of the freckles dotting his nose. “If this green-clothed man is your Big Robin, Vy, I can see why you love him so much. He is tall and has hair that makes me think of Whit.”

“He’s supposed to look like me?” Whitney said in clear disbelief from his place standing a few feet away in the hallway, his crumpled T-shirt and wrinkled sweats making it look like he just helped Alex in putting the toddlers to bed for their daily nap. “He’s green and… glowing.”

“Excuse me for glowing,” Robin Hood bit out past Vy’s head, and Vy did her best to raise a shaky hand to his chest to pat sympathetically. “Being magical makes me sparkly. Not like a vampire, thank god.”

“And I’m the goddess, yet can recognize the Twilight joke. Those books were not the best in regards to late-night reading.” Skadi chuckles again, and Vy glances at her just in time to catch the softer look that brushes her features as she bows her head towards the farm denizens still standing in front of them. “Excuse us for the late introductions. My name is Skadi, and the man carrying Vy next to me is our Robin. We just came through the nearest door together to take Vy home.”

“So she does have a home,” Lya muttered, enough to make both Robins and Whitney stare at her. “Was the ‘magic’ in the peanut butter cookies real, then?”

“Who knows?” Robin shrugs, but Vy knows he’s relaxing once he bounces her a little in his arms, just to adjust his grip and let her rest her head against his shoulder. The No Face May King was soft in feel against her ear, enough to be a borderline pillow and nearly make her forget him saying, “Vy — our little sparrow, has a habit of making magic. Still gotta take her back to recharge, though. So thanks for holding onto her until we could show up.”

Whitney scoffs under his breath, muttering something that Vy can’t hear, but she can see the brunette Robin lightly elbow him just past the No Face May King’s shadow as Chaldea’s Robin turns on his heel to face the door that started this little journey. Compared to its visage from her room, the magical entrance wasn’t glowing as much as before, the silver handle appearing muted to contrast the bright green grass outside and the glowing of the Grailed beside her. But—

Skadi barely gets a chance to say her name before Vy reaches out towards the nearest thing she could reach — that being Robin’s mantle collar, to tug at and eventually gesture back towards the farm denizens. “Let me…” she croaks, “say bye?”

Robin stares at her. Vy stares back. It’s not even that long, but she tries, and after a few seconds, Robin sighs, turning on his heel one more time. “Just this once,” she hears him murmur softly. Skadi opens the door behind him once he does, but it doesn’t matter.

Even with her blurring vision, Vy can still make out the primary colors of Lya’s pink hair, of her Robin’s green eyes, and Whitney’s black tattoos. And with the rest of her strength, Vy raises one shaky gloved hand to wave at them.

“Bye bye… thankie for the conversations… Whitney… Robin… if the kids ask… I’ll be back… with more cookies for them… and Lya… and Alex…! Soon soon…!”

Chaldea’s Robin scoffs softly above her head, but he still carefully walks her back into Novum Chaldea through the doorway Skadi kept open for them. And once the door closes behind them and darkness starts to overtake her vision in favor of sleep, Vy can do nothing but lean against her Robin and wonder if Lya’s Robin and Whitney ever waved back.

It was a nice dream to ponder about if they did.

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obeymelya · 1 month

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LuciLya | Under The Blossoms

I had an after school photoshoot under the cherry blossoms with Lu in the Human World. These two were the best shots we took. 🥰

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hotd-bigbang · 29 days

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Thank you so much to everyone who took part in the Spring Picture Prompts event! Our next prompt event kicks off tomorrow (April 1st), so please keep an eye out for that!

Below the cut is a list of everything everyone contributed - thank you again for all of your wonderful contributions. We have tried to be diligent in keeping a note of all contributions, however, Tumblr tags aren't always the most reliable. If you don't see your work on the list below, please let us know ASAP so we can include it.

March 4th - Cherry Blossom

Petals Consumed by @lya-dustin

Helaena x OC Moodboard by @theoldpersonliveshere

Helaena x OC Moodboard by @queen--kenobi

Beneath the Cherry Tree by @sapphire-writes

Wither on the Vine by @a-world-of-whimsy-5

New Bloom by @barbiedragon

Dreams of Blossoms by @huramuna

Costume Appreciation by @spoolofblack

Blossom Wishes by @emilykaldwen

Helaena Moodboard by @zaldritzosrose

Beneath the Blooming Branches by @marthawrites

Under the Cherry Tree by @the-dendrophile-bookdragon

Citrus Flowers by @/thedarkwhisperedtome

Maybe We Exist to Burn by @far-shores

March 11th - Moon

Creatures of the Night by @/huramuna

Alysmond Moodboard by @/zaldritzosrose

No More Than I Was or Than I Am by @acrossthesestars

Jacaerys x OC Moodboard by @/theoldpersonliveshere

To the Moon and Back by @/boundlessfantasy

A Moon Like This by @/lya-dustin

Hūra Vāedar (Moon Song) by @/barbiedragon

Mysaria Costume Appreciation by @/spoolofblack

Criston Cole x OC by @darkwolf76

Moonshadow by @/emilykaldwen

A Tale of Two Moons by @/marthawrites

In the Moonlight by @thedarkwhisperedtome

Gaze of the Moon by @raz-writes-the-thing

March 18th - Lake

A Kinder Sea by @/lya-dustin

Corlys x Rhaenys Moodboard by @/zaldritzosrose

Aegon x OC, Aemond x OC by @/theoldpersonliveshere

Criston Cole x OC by @/darkwolf76

Rhaenicent Moodboard by @/barbiedragon

New Peace by @/thedarkwhisperedtome

March 25th - Forest

Aegon Moodboard by @/zaldritzosrose

The Youngest Victor by @/lya-dustin

Alicent, Rhaenyra & OC by @/theoldpersonliveshere

Baela Moodboard by @/barbiedragon

𝕵𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖐𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖘 by @/thedarkwhisperedtome

Criston Cole x OC by @/darkwolf76

#hotd #hotd fan fiction #hotd fandom #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fan fiction #house of the dragon fandom #hotd fan art #house of the dragon fan art #hotd spring prompts 24

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daisywords · 1 year

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find the word tag

thanks to @the-finch-address for tagging me! words are ring, pause, scatter, cup, and fit

RING

Trip said nothing, only opened the door wider so she could enter. She hesitated a moment before she did so, then bit her lip, strode into the room, and dumped the contents of her skirt onto his bed.

It was jewelry.

He let the door swing closed and followed her over to the bed. The pile of jewelry twinkled up at him, and he found himself reaching towards it. He sifted his fingers through it, spreading chains and bracelets and rings across the coverlet. He couldn’t help it. He recognized some as pieces Lya had worn recently, but others were unfamiliar.

PAUSE

“However,” the Highking continued, “such an expectation stems from an incorrect assumption.” He paused for effect, and the effect landed perfectly. “After all,” he said, “what title and jurisdiction could I, who am but a mortal man, give her, when she has already been entrusted with a role and responsibility perfectly suited to her, directly from the First Ones themselves? To pretend so would only be an insult to her already high and holy station. And so, my friends and my subjects, I would beseech you to not overlook the matters of the Divine, and to continue to hold my beloved friend Lya in your highest regard and respect, as is your ought.”

Lya let out a slow breath. So. It was not as she had feared.

SCATTER

Her lips slipped under the water again and she breathed in sharply through her nose, trying to steady herself.

Where was she? She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here. The water was cool but not cold, and the air was warm, muggy, almost.

She flipped over in the water, reaching her legs down to feel for the bottom, but then stopped and drew them back in, close to her body, treading water loosely. She did not know what could be down there, and did not feel like finding out.

The pool was wide and round, surrounded by unfamiliar plants with gaudy blossoms and large leaves. The circle of sky above was a dusky purple. She swam towards the edge, keeping her head above the water, strokes sweeping through the scattering of petals and leaves that floated across the surface.

CUP

The temple mother approached with the needle, and Lya hastily removed the earpiece from her right ear, holding it carefully in her cupped palm. She squeezed her eyes shut against the pop crunch pop as the needle went through skin and cartilage and skin again; she could not help it.

The temple mother pulled the needle through the hole with deft fingers, leaving the earring in its place. Lya gritted her teeth. She had known it would hurt, but the pain still surprised her. She kept still as the temple mother affixed the back of the earring to the post, oddly conscious of the woman’s proximity. The mother of the imperial temple in Andalor had been a permanent fixture here for as long as Lya could remember, and her face was as familiar as anyone’s, but Lya didn’t even know her name.

FIT

The door was hard to spot at first, fitting neatly into the swirling pattern of the cliffside’s strata. It lay at the same cellar-like angle as Nesotor’s door, poised to reveal an opening that went not just into the cliff face, but deeper into the earth. The door itself seemed to be composed of the same strange metal as the key, the same brown-gray of tempered bronze, although Lya would have had to touch it to be sure.

no pressure tagging @radiowrites @jezifster @toribookworm22 @novel-emma @aohendo @elizaellwrites and open tag!

your words are:

drift, dare, please, pry, and bright

#my writing #second chance wip #tag game #find the word

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thesunwillshineonusagain757 · 3 years

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Day 3: MYTHOLOGY AND FAIRYTALES

WARNING: If you are not familiar with the myth someone dies, don’t worry it’s not a gruesome depiction, just putting the warning for someone’s death .

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Rhaegar couldn’t describe the feeling of death even if he wanted, as the arrow made from a branch of mistletoe pierced his heart, a feeling of loss, he felt as though he was losing his consciousness, he looked forward and saw his mother, she looked at him in horror. Yet the feeling of absence distracted him from what was truly happening, to Rhaegar that was only that feeling of not being there any more , and pain, a feeling he had never had that feeling before, it had only being described to him before, and to what concerned him none of the way it had been described to him, as he fell to the ground and his consciousness disengaged itself from its body , he felt a strange sense of peace.

He closed his eyes for one last time, feeling himself slip away, he felt his mother shook his body that was now laying on the floor one last time, before he felt himself slipping away completely. He remembered how the sun had shone that morning, how his brother Viserys had told him of going to Miðgarðr and playing with the children of the town one of his sons lived in. Yet now it didn’t matter any more, Rhaegar would only see his brother after the Ragnarök.

After he saw some of his most treasured memories, he opened his eyes again, he was laying on the floor of a different place, somewhere very distant from the party hall he was at before. Rhaegar got up and as he stood on to his feet he looked around, that realm’s sky seemed to be at night, but the silence told him otherwise, Valhalla wasn't quiet place, at days the warrior fought each other and at night they celebrated, the silence told him where he was, Rhaegar was in Hel, that place of darkness his mother always told him about.

He would be lying if said he wasn’t nervous, Hel wasn’t Helheim wasn’t exactly, a realm with a good reputation, people without glory, that died of illnesses and old age were the dead that resided in the realm. It was a cold place, and it felt isolated, Rhaegar looked around and saw no one, not even one soul. The cold of the feeling of loneliness crept up his spine, and that was when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Her tuner around and saw a valid being, he turned away stunned by the sighting of that being who was clearly not one of the souls residing in that realm.

But before he could think on running, the being took the veil covering their face, and that was the first time he saw her, he would always remember, Lyanna the queen of Hel, daughter of the god of mischief, she was anything but what he expected, he expected her to be a decrepit old woman since she was the queen of the dead, yet she was very much young, younger than him, not a child woman but surely younger than him.

“ You are Rhaegar .”- She acknowledged

Her voice was determined but at the same time had some sweetness, an understanding that he would be confused to be in her realm. Lyanna had a pale face, and raven black hair, but her eyes were what caught the eye on her face, giant silver-bluish eyes with one of them being bluer than the other, yet they both were like two sharp blades,that would cut him in half.

“ Yes I am .”- Rhaegar told her, knowing if he wa there now he was a subject of his realm

“ The god of justice, wisdom and beauty. I’d say the beauty part if quite accurate.”- Lyanna said with a mild smirk that gazed her lips

“ Your grace.”- Rhaegar bowed thankful to the queens words but yet nervous to what fate awaited him in this realm

“ We’ve been waiting for you .”- Lyanna said in a very curious tone

“ You have ?”- Rhaegar asked confused

“ Your death was foretold, even if your mother tried to postpone it, death would come, it doesn't discriminate. But you seemed to be in better shape than most people that come here.”- Lyanna

“ Thank you, your grace.”- Rhaegar thanked her still feeling nervous

“ Your grace ? You don’t need to call me that after all, if we are to be friends, I expected us to be equals.”- Lyanna smiled and Rhaegar could have sworn his heart skipped a bit

“ We are to be friends ?”- Rhaegar asked

“ Well, will have to wait around until the Ragnarök and believe me, this place can get lonely,come on I’ll show you around.”-Lyanna said

It took less time than he would have thought for him to get used to Helheim, it was a grim place but the company of Lyanna made it a worth it, he liked her house where she had insisted for him to live, it was full of plants such as beech, elder, elm, ivy, juniper, mullein, willow, yew, blackthorn, jasmine and evergreens, of course the altar with animal fur, animal bones, skulls, horns, skeletons, skeletal hands did creep him out at first, but he got used to it.

He enjoyed her company, she could be funny and good-humoured, her fondness for children made him think she would have been a good mother, but as she once told him,her body was half of the realm as she was also it’s owner, so a child would be something impossible on her half dead, or very ambiguous state.

Rhaegar particularly looked forward to when in the afternoons, they would play board games, drinking mead, and talking about the most banal of things, she would mostly win, Lyanna was good at strategic games, Rhaegar thought maybe that was why she loved playing those games. They usually played for hours on end with the smell of incense or candles like myrrh, styrax balsam, apple blossom, and rose surrounding the house. Rhaegar was happy, happier than he ever thought himself capable to be in such a place, nevertheless something was going to happen, and it did.

A fortnight after he had been in Helheim, he went to his usual appointment with Lyanna, they both started playing Tafl, as they usually did, but Lyanna seemed distracted looking into her cup of mead, she was usually focused in beating Rhaegar in every single match they played, but on that day she was distracted.

“ What is it ?”- Rhaegar asked her

“ What ?”- Lyanna said looking back at him

“ You seem distracted, what is it ?”- Rhaegar

“ I’m not distracted.”- Lyanna denied

“ I’m winning this match, I never won… Why are you distracted ? Did something happen?”- Rhaegar asked

“ People came to me sometime ago.”- Lyanna told him

“ And what is it ?”- Rhaegar asked

The look she was giving, it was sad and sorrowfully, she was pondering something, Rhaegar got more concerned with what might have troubled the queen of Helheim. He had come to like Lyanna, he saw how lonely she could get, and how melancholic she could be, and he didn’t like that, he felt protective towards her even if she was the queen of Helheim he still fell for her. So when she looked shaken as she was he was immediately troubled.

“ Arthur, the brave, he asked me to return you to Aesir. He begged for your return.”- Lyanna said melancholy

“ And what did you say ?”- Rhaegar asked, he regretted immediately not having concealed his excitement in getting, home after he saw the hurt on Lyanna’s face

It wasn’t like he hated being in Helheim, he was happy there, he would have been happy there, with Lyanna he knew that , but he wanted to see his mother, and brothers one last time, even though it was a naive desire. But if his brother Arthur , the messenger of the gods had come to Helheim to ask for his soul, it might happen.

“ I told them, if everyone mourned you and shed tears for you. You would be free to go.”- Lyanna said with her voice tearful

“ This is amazing. “- Rhaegar got out from his sit across Lyanna and ran out of the room,running to the front of her house

She followed him , but as she got there, Rhaegar stood in confusion. If Arthur had come to get him he would be waiting for them on the outside. But there was no sign of Arthur, so he turned back to Lyanna that seemed sad.

“ Where is Arthur ?”- Rhaegar

“ That’s the problem, someone didn’t shed a tear for you.”- Lyanna told him in her tearful voice

“ Who did ?”- He asked mildly angered

“ My father .”- She sighed, it was above a whisper

By that time Rhaegar had been told by Lyanna herself that her father, the god of mischief, was the one to have engineered his death for helping his brother, Viserys, to shoot an arrow made of mistletoe into his heart. He looked very much enraged as he passed by her and strolled back into the house. Rhaegar was Lyanna’s first company so the prospect of losing him was scary. She would have said that was why she ran after him, and not what had become true, that she had fallen for him .

“ Please don’t be angry at me, I didn’t mean for you not go back, I know you don’t like being being here, and that is not a perfect place , but I just didn’t want to go back to being alone.”- Lyanna told him tearfully as she went after him

“ I’m not angry at you .”- Rhaegar turned to look at her

“ You are not ?”- Lyanna asked

“ It’s not your fault I am dead, and I don’t hate this place.”- Rhaegar

“ You like it here ?”- Lyanna

“ Yes. I like being with you, and even if I could go back , I think I wouldn’t .”- Rhaegar said cupping Lyanna’s left cheek

“ Why wouldn’t you go ?”- Lyanna

“ I’d miss you too much… And to be clear I don’t blame you for the actions of your. ”- Rhaegar said with a smirk upon his lips

“ You’d miss me ?”- Lyanna asked with a smirk gracing her lips

“ Lya, I would.”- Rhaegar

“ Well, we better get back to the game, I have your ass to kick don’t I ?”- Lyanna

CONTEXT :

Helheim ⇏ “ The underworld” in Nordic mythology , place were people that didn’t die in battle go ;

Aesir ⇏ Clan of gods that resides in Ásgarðr;

Talf ⇏ Nordic traditional board game

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( So this is a unusual take of the mythological au, have in mind I took some liberties because in the myth of Baldr’s death, very little to nothing is told by his perspective , but by putting Rhaegar in his shoes I played with the concept of him dying and encountering Lyanna who fills the role of Hel queen of Helheim. THANKS FOR READING !! ♥︎)

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All of them - Y.

Y) Is there anything in their life that’s stopping them from succeeding?

(First of all, rude.)

Casial - Herself. Casial is filled with such self-doubt that she is always questioning if she is on the right path. If she is making the right choices, if she has a right to feel or do what she is trying to. With her family backing her, some of this as eased off but it is still a constant worry. If she cannot define herself by the work people put on her, then what does that make her?

Asphodel - Paranoia. Betrayal has been a theme in Asphodel’s life, always betrayed or hurt by those who should have defended her or built her up. Turned away when she needed it most, or even giving kindness to those who didn’t deserve it. It has made her more of a paranoid person. The only people she trusts above all are her mother and her sister. All else are viewed through a lens of doubt, no matter how much she wants to let them in. All she can think about is the betrayals of before and then finds herself pulling away from them. It is a constant battle.

Callyanne - Abandonment. While it isn’t always by choice, Lya has felt abandoned by so many in her life. Her parents chose to stand together, and ended up dying together. Her childhood friend, replaced her once the bright lights of the city drew him in. Her first love, was all a ruse simply to use her. Her second love, settled with someone ‘less broken’ in her eyes. The father of her children, disappeared and joined the military once more against her wishes leaving her to raise her children without him. She braces each time she starts something new, especially if she has support that all those people will be gone soon enough. And she will be struggling on her own once more. So, she tends to leave things before they can leave her. That way she can convince herself it was her choice, not that they left her behind.

Cy’Rua - Reality. A girl born into circumstances no child should have to deal with. Parents who’s grip on reality was strained at best, raising a child to believe that the world she lives in was meant to be destroyed. She is constantly questioning if what she sees is what is really going on, or if it is another one of her mother or father’s illusions. Is she awake walking through Stormwind? Or is this another nightmare her father has sent to help train her? Its hard for her to grow as a person, to plant roots and blossom when she doesn’t even know if she’s awake or not at any moment.

@the-elderarrow Thank you for the ask!)

#Casial Songheart #Asphodel Lightsong #Callyanne Matthews #Cy'Rua Hymn #lightsong-legacy #asked and answered

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steel-winter-rose · 5 years

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About Vix

name : Vix nickname / s: Lya, Vixen, Vee, height : 5′2 nationality : Italian/ American favourite fruit : Strawberries favourite season : Winter(Ironic I know) favourite scents : Vanilla, Christmas scents, Cherry Blossom. favourite animals : wolves , lions tea, coffee, hot cocoa : tea , coffee average hours of sleep : 7 hrs when my blog was created : Uhm last yearish(i think) # of followers : 185 random fact : all my pets are rescue babies. I have pigs who each are named after a house in GoT. favourite food : Anything Italian. favourite t.v. shows : game of thrones , the tudors, reign, medici, many more favourite movie : Star Wars, Twilight (don’t judge me), Lion King favourite vine : UHHH, I don’t really watch these. sexuality : Whatever makes me happy pronouns : she.her favourite book series : Twilight, ASOIAF, favourite video game / s : tomb raider , final fantasy, resident evil, silent hill, xenosaga, honestly if I keep going we will be here all night. favourite subject : art guys or girls : I don’t like people. last time I cried : few weeks ago what I should be doing : my drafts and asks. favourite fandoms : asoiaf , vikings , riverdale, final fantasy, star wars

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gloves94 · 5 years

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White Holes [Cassian Andor] [6/10]

Warnings: Language Pairings: Cassian Andor/OC Summary: Captain Cassian Andor was an Officer of Rebel Intelligence for the Alliance. An emotionless tool. There was nothing more to his life than following orders and working for the Resistance. Hell! His only friend was an Imperial droid named K-2SO. So what happens when he is struck by a love at first sight and meets Dr. Lya Stryker? Will their story has a happy ending? (CassianxOC)

My fanfiction: M A S T E R L I S T

A whole new set of trainees were arriving at Yavin 4. Supporters of the Rebellion and the cause everyone had pledged their lives to. Cassian observed them. Most were children. Barely over the age of 14. Each one of them traveled from beyond the reals of the galaxy to provide their services to their cause against the Empire. Striving mechanics, soldiers, technicians, fighter pilots, and medics all crammed the main building of the headquarters. The base's commander greeted each one of them and dismissed them to a post. Today would be the day that Lux and Adair graduated from Dr. Stryker's training. They weren't quite ready to be professional medics yet; however, they had graduated from their mentorship. They would now serve to check up medics. They would assist doctor's and keep busy with clinic hours aiding those with malaise and minor injuries, then work their way up the ladder. "I'm proud of both you," Lya said looking at both of her apprentices her violet eyes reflected the pride she felt for them. "I am more than certain that both of you will be excellent medics, and don't be strangers. I'll still be around the base." She smiled at both of them. Both smiled back at her, the young couple held their hands with their fingers intercepted. Both were either very brave or very stupid to show their affections in public. The Doctor was so caught up in the moment that she failed to notice someone bump into her from behind almost making her fall over, "Excuse me," the voice retorted sarcastically. She merely glared at the man who walked away; there was plenty of space for him to walk around. That had been so unnecessary.

"I don't like that new doctor," said Adair, Who eyed the man suspiciously with his dark eyes. There was something- odd about him. "He's in charge of the clinic right? So we'll be seeing plenty of him," chimed Lux. "What's his name again?" "Dr. Aztin Cyder. He was transferred here from the base in D'Qar," Lya spoke not removing her eyes from the creature's back. He was a Khajiit from a distant galaxy. A brown, copper colored lynx with humanoid features. His eyes were the color of ambers, and every inch of his body was covered in thick fur, he even had a long tail which crept from under his lab robe. Feeling the glares from the other medic his long whiskers twitched and he turned to glare back. "Unfriendly creature.…"Adair muttered under his breath, "I hate cats." "Dr. Stryker," a young male Togruta approached the trio. Colorful tones of lime green marked his skin and his large montrals and head tails were white and a grayish shade of blue. His eyes were a matching shade of ocean blue. "You must be Seena N'Aviid, correct?" The doctor greeted the young man politely. Behind her stood another human young man. "And Forrest Ramsenn." "You're the new interns correct?" Dr. Adair Habibt acknowledged them. The medics all became acquainted with each other. Lux Nova and Adair had no problem filling them in with their new tasks and duties and showing them the strings around. "I'll be in my office getting some paperwork ready for you, come to meet me whenever you're done socializing. Doctors," She excused herself acknowledging the new position of her former apprentices. "Dr. Stryker seems alright," Seena commented. "She's strict, very hard working, but she makes sure you learn. After all, we play one of the most important roles in the Rebel Alliance's task force." Their eyes trailed the Doctor, that's when they saw it. "Adair. Str-Andor interaction at 3 o'clock," she spoke in an excited tone. The interns all eyed the doctor confused as she crossed paths with the tall, dark man. Both of their expressions remained stoic. Their eyes didn't even meet. They continued their way as strangers. "Such a shame those two didn't work out," Lux sighed disappointedly. "I wonder what happened that night they both left together, he still seemed interested in her and well the Doctor, her behavior is very unpredictable." Adair pondered. Both of the interns had witnessed the beginning, and quick collapse of their mentor's relationship with Captain Andor and both were eager for something to blossom, however, to their disappointment their relationship instead wilted. XXXX Lya closed the door behind her and leaned against it. In her own blessed privacy, she pulled out the small note from her lab coat's pocket. 'That cat touches you again. He's going to make a nice fur rug.' She couldn't help but chuckle at Cassian's note. It was scribbled in his own messy handwriting. It was a simple gesture, regardless she treasured it. Both had decided to keep their relationship under the wraps. It was what was best for both.

Besides, it was nobody's business.

Cassian was a spy. Thankfully, discretion came easily to him. Lya on the other hand- she still had some work to do. He was so good at what he did she barely even noticed that he had snuck something into her pocket until later.

It was only a while later that Dr. Stryker's newest apprentices joined her in the office. She spoke little with the two young men and got to know them some more. Seena seemed optimistic and eager to learn, he had a lot of energy and wanted to focus on treating burn victims. Forrest, on the other hand, was composed and analytical, his hazel eyes were sharp, and his interest lay in surgery. She could see that both had potential. With a quick nod and many forms and papers signed she dismissed them for the day. Lya stood up and evened out some papers against her desk when there was a knock on the door.

"Yes?" She said automatically without lifting her gaze. "Doctor," a weak voice came in. "I'm afraid I've got a terrible illness." The door closed behind the individual. The Doctor raised her bored gaze to meet the Captain's jovial smirk. "If it isn't my favorite patient," she said with heavy sarcasm dripping from her voice. "As much as I enjoy your company, I've asked you not to come distract me at work," she said with a small frown. "You don't see me showing up at your work." "That's different," he said wondering around her wooden desk. "If you showed up at my work, you'd be dead." He reached for her hand. "Right, because the medical ward is so safe, right?" She pressed her index finger against a particular pressure point in his hand. "Ouuuch," he grumbled pulling his hand back. "Friendly reminder that I can take care of myself." She nodded with the slightest of smile and continued gathering her documents. "But troopers wear armors," he pointed out. He did have a point. He wrapped his arms around her and held her in place. "Cass- I have to go make my rounds. My new apprentices are waiting for me." She protested against his embrace. "Wait- you're not taking me seriously." He complained. "You didn't even ask me what I was sick with this time!" She rolled her eyes. She loved yet at the same time hated how damn clingy this man could be. "You're such a hypochondriac. What are you sick with now Cassian?" She turned to eye him an eyebrow cocked expectantly. "I'm lovesick." He said before planting a fat kiss on her nose. "I think I’m the one who is going to be sick," she laughed while cringing. Lya would never be able to understand where the root of his infatuation came from. "Doctor Stryker?" a third voice suddenly piped in. Lya could've sworn she jumped three feet in the air. Cassian, on the other hand, played it cool and nonchalant shoved his hands into his pockets. It was the new cat in town, Dr. Aztin Cyder. "Dr. Cyder!" The Doctor greeted. "H-How can I help you?" She asked nervously. Cassian eyed the man carefully. There was something odd about him, something unsettling. He wasn't sure if it was his fixed glare on Lya or the way his massive feline teeth glistened whenever he spoke. "I knocked, but you didn't answer-" He began. It was a lie, Cassian knew better. He debated if it was best to confront him about it or merely witness and analyze his faux charade. It was apparent he had witnessed the romantic interaction between the couple. "I wanted to discuss my clinic hours with you," He spoke in a serious tone, his voice also carried an accent a distant land. One in which he would pronounce his Ks hard and his Ss would drag, and all of his Rs just sounded odd. Just the way he said Dr. Stryker as "Dr. SsstRAaicKerR,"gave her the creeps. "Right," she pursed her lips and swallowed her breath. "I think you'll be alright," she nodded towards Cassian awkwardly and stretched out her hand for him to shake. His mistrusting eyes shifted between both Doctor's and with no choice he took her hand in his. "Thank you, Doctor," he said briefly. He walked out slowly, his eyes combing every inch of the Lynx man before them. Lya flashed him a pleading look as he left. Once outside Cassian closed the door behind him. A scowl was noticeable on his features. "You seem, distraught Captain," commented K-2SO. "There's something odd about that Khajiit," Cassian said as they walked out of the ward. He adjusted his leather jacket and scratched his beard bringing the note that Lya had handed him to his close eyesight. 'Come back to me.' It was a simple note; regardless it brought a smile to his face. "Perhaps you are jealous Captain?" K-2SO suggested. The Captain shook his head slightly. He would get to the bottom of this. Meanwhile back in her office, Lya dealt with Dr. Cyder. "Boyfriend?" The man asked as Cassian left the room. "What can I do for you Aztin?" she said with a polite smile ignoring the question. He didn't falter. "I want more hours in the emergency ward, as well as my own assistants." The man said in a demanding tone. Lya clapped her hands together and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm sorry, but- I'm afraid there's not much I can do for you." "Back in Naboo I had eight apprentices and was the head of the surgical ward-" He raised his tone, which she interrupted. "Although your qualifications were outstanding, I hope you understand we can't do that just yet- to begin with we are short staffed and you've only been in the Yavin 4 base for a couple of weeks. Let's see how you do and then we can discuss it again, yes?" She spoke in a hurried tone as she once again gathered her notes, and charts amongst other documents. "Thank you for understanding," she opened the door for him. The lynx remained in his seat not even flinching. He didn't even bother in turning his head to acknowledge the Doctor. "That was Captain Cassian Andor, no?" He spoke in that eerie tone he had. Lya slowly retreated closing the door. "I can only assume, it could be… dangerous to be involved with an officer like that. With so many enemies, who knows what could happen if word got out." He carefully attempted to read her expression from the corner of his predatory vision, his teeth gleaming in the dim light of her small office.

"Get out," Lya slammed the door of her office behind the man. A Cheshire cat grin played on his feline features. He had gotten what he wanted, almost. More hours in the ER and two new assistants.

"I'm glad, you're a reasoning woman," he said satisfied. Lya clenched her fist tightly at her sides as she fought the urge to sock him in the face. This would not end like this.

He wanted assistants? Then he would have assistants. He wanted an apprentice? Then he would have an apprentice and if he wanted an office- oh he would get his office.

Lya didn't know what to do. It had been a little more than a week and Cassian hadn't returned from his mission. Then again, it was his fault this was all happening to begin with. She had assigned both Lux and Adair as his assistants. His apprentice would be Forrest since he was interested in surgery just like Dr. Aztin. "I want you to report everything to me," She had instructed her former students. Both nodded and discretely continued with their missions obediently.

It had been weeks, and Cassian still hadn't returned from his mission. It was an unusually rainy night, and Lya was presently leaning on a mountain of pillows on one of the sofas of her small round living room. The sky thundered making the window tremble and rattle. The yellow light in the room coming from the corner lamp was dim, and she ran a hand over her loose shoulder length hair as her eyes narrowed at Lux's handwritten notes. The notes were observations of the new doctor in the office, Dr. Aztin Cyder. Everything was perfectly ordinary. He treated the interns firmly but with respect. He checked in on time and performed his rounds and hours to perfection. Regardless of this, there was still something about it that rubbed her wrong. "Dammit!" She slammed the stack of papers against her crossed knees and shook her head a frustrated exhale escaping her lips. Continuing with the reports she read over the new interns. Forrest was progressing at an average pace. He was always stoic and composed. Seena, on the other hand, was being educated on different types of tissue injuries and what the best prevention and medical care worked with each. He seemed to catch on quickly, way too fast. Perhaps this child was a prodigy in medical care? Lya saw much of herself in the young Togruta. Lya tapped the end of her pen against her chin in a serious matter. She momentarily became distracted by the rain desperately tapping on the window. Having come from a dry climate, she couldn't comprehend how it was possible for it to rain so much in this forest. Thunder rumbled above in the darkness of the jungle and lighting momentarily flashed through the window. SLAM! It was then that the heavy wooden door at the entrance came apart. A violent gust of wind tossed her notes into the air; the air chilled her skin. She looked at the dark shadow outline that stood in her doorway. Water spilled inside the warm home. Alert she braced herself digging her fingers into the arm of the sofa. Her jaw clenched, eyes wide, teeth grinding tightly as adrenaline pumped through her veins. Her heart stuck on her larynx. "A-Aztin..." She managed to speak. She was ready for the attack. Her closest weapon was the pen she was currently gripping in her clenched fist. From the darkness stumbled forward Cassian instead, K-2SO followed suit. He slammed the door shut behind him catching his breath. His body soaked from head to toe. Kaytoo's metal body was slick cold. "Cassian!" She jumped to her feet tossing her remaining notes aside. Dark circles hung heavily under his eyelids. His eyes had turned into slits and remained focused on her. "Dammit! You scared the hell out of me!" She screeched, her face twisted into an upset scowl. Regardless he approached her, he didn't waste a moment in engulfing her in his drenched arms. His lips thirsted for hers as they attacked her.

"Get off me!" She allowed a sharp exhale as she pushed him away. He looked at her perplexed. "Stop." She held her breath, a stern warning in the back of her throat. Her heart was hammering in her throat. He looked at her still confused. She felt light-headed and leaned on the nearby kitchen counter. Her hand on her racing heart. "I-.…" She lowered her head slowly. Shame filling her. "I'm sorry." She sighed. "You just- you scared the crap out of me Cass."

She got a good look at him. At how drained and exhausted he really was and the way his shoulder's hunched over in defeat.

"Should we get going, Captain?" K-2SO suddenly piped. Without a second thought and with pursed lips he turned leaving the humble house. The Doctor felt the guilt weigh down on her shoulders. "Cass-" She ran out of her house after him. She ran into the rainforest barefoot wearing a loose tank top and mid tight length cotton shorts. The rain consumed her. She could feel her wet hair sticking to her face. "Cassian!" She reached him and wrapped his arms around him, holding on to his blue parka. "Now you want me?" He removed her arms from his body. "I come, tired, drained, and the only thing I want is to see you and this happens-" he raised his tone. "Cassian- I was scared! What do you expect me to do when someone comes in barging in the middle of a storm?" The thunder resounded above them. They both stood in the rain. Kaytoo stood along with them. Besides the heavy pouring of the rain, there was not a single sound amongst them. "Let's-Let's just go inside." She asked in a kinder tone. Her eyebrows arched upwards in concern.

"Y-You're soaking wet," she said nervously as she wrapped her arms around her own cold body. He remained silent. "I'll make tea," she said quietly in an attempt to keep busy. "I will now be powering down Captain," K-2SO announced a sudden beeping sound he emitted allowed both humans to know he was out. Lya could feel Cassian shuffling around the apartment. The Captain unzipped his wet parka and laid it on a chair. Luckily he remained dry underneath.

"Make yourself at home," she said dryly as she walked past him handing him a cup with tea. He responded with an unfriendly look. She casually removed her shirt as she made way to her room, sipping some tea on the way. A couple of moments later she returned wearing another loose blouse and plopped down amongst the many pillows on the sofa. She pretended not to mind him. However, he remained where he stood. His eyes were fixated on a blank spot of the dull wall. Lya kept her eyes on some notes she had been formerly leafing through. In a couple of moments, she heard Cassian shuffling about. She didn’t raise her gaze. His socks standing before her suddenly filled her vision. Raising her head, her eyes traveled across his bruised naked torso. Patches of hair adorned the middle of his chest and trailed so the south of his navel. She looked at him sadly, sighing her fingers reached for his sides which she caressed lightly. "Does it hurt?" She asked after a moment leaning forward and brushing his hot skin with her tender lips. "I'm sorry," She whispered meeting his eyes. "It's just…- hard for me when you leave." Tightening her grip on his hips, she pulled him down to the sofa and embraced him as if it were the last time. Both embraced some moments later. His head on her chest as he existed in romantic gaze. He found comfort in her touch and held one of her hands against his heart. Cassian didn't say much about his mission, then again, that was highly confidential information. It's not as if he was allowed. Lya mindlessly read over her reports with her free hand. "I think there's a spy in the quarters," he said suddenly. "Hmm?" She asked half not listening. "I think we've been infiltrated." He said turning his head up to face her with a severe expression. Her eyebrows furrowed confused. Her mind wondered for a moment, and the sudden image of the new feline doctor filled her vision: Dr. Aztin Cyder. She slightly sat up. Cassian looked at her confused. If Cyder was a spy, there was no other reason why he would want control of the medical ward, and his own assistants to do his dirty work for him. "I think I know who the spy is…" She said when the realization hit her.

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yet-another-haven-of-dollya · 5 months

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"I miss when you were pure, at least you didn't pull shits like this."

#dollya art #dol pc #lya the blossom #sydney the fallen #dol sydney #cw noncon #degrees of lewdity #dol #something something about Prayer Room Sydney #I thought I did some damage on him #and thennnnnn he beated Lya to fucking d-#oh well #cw nosebleed

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dollya-robinprotector · 1 day

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Robin looks playful. "And now," he smiles. "It's your turn." Robin disappears under the cover. A moment later you feel his tongue licking your quim.

You are overcome by sensation and climax. You shudder from the sudden release.

He kisses you again. "I love you."

Nothing too spicy but better safe than sorry so POIPIKU

#Yaaa I'm staying up late and destroying my biology clock and schedule to sneaky sketch something spicy because my parents are sleeping #This is so hard to explain but I want to draw spicy more when they're around and I have to be sneaky #urghhhhh #dollya art #dol pc #robin the orphan #dol robin #dol #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity robin #lya the blossom #dol fanart

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ladysaruka · 7 years

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Inappropriately Amorous

(Decided to a Regency AU that is NOT my Persuasion AU, for reasons)

There was a perverse family tradition of being incredibly reckless, perhaps even stupid, when it came to manners of the heart.

Father had remarried a bit too quickly and Jon was born so immediately afterwards... and people do talk. Perhaps Aegon should have been affronted for his late mother’s sake, the indignity and insult that his maternal uncles would, on rare occasions, display.

But those fleeting, uncomfortable moments simply didn't compare to his actual memories: step-mama Lya, holding him, kissing his and Jon’s childhood hurts away, lecturing him to keep up on his lessons, and the look of pride she had when he mastered riding a horse.

Once, when he was quiet small, Aegon had asked Rhaenys what it was like after mother had passed but before father remarried.

"Quiet, in the worse way, and gloomy, even on a sunny day,” she had told him sorrowfully. "But Step-mama changed that. She brought back the noise and light and Jon.”

Rhaenys always had a happy smile when she finished. Of the two of them, she had the memory and sorrow from their mothers death and had been old enough to understand that the whispering was not a good thing. She and her father’s new bride had very little in common, but their new mama cared, cared deeply and it showed. Aegon knew she loved step-mama as well.

Years and life had passed, and then it was Aegon's turn. At seventeen he had become smitten for their cousin Arianne, and had taken to serenading her at her window. He was also apparently serenading her lover at the time, and Arianne had rejected him, gently, for he did have a lovely singing voice. From that point on Aegon kept his affairs du coeur, as well as his singing, as discreet as possible.

Rhaenys, however, showed him up be eloping with Willa's Tyrell. The family should had perhaps expected such a thing, as the young man was courting her in ever proper way. Calling on her in the morning, and talking with her all evening at balls, as he could not dance with his bad leg. He even took her around the park in his carriage with those fine horses of his. Of course, Rhaenys was properly chaperoned by her one or both of her brothers. He and Jon had found it hilarious that they got to chaperone to their sister, nearly seven years their elder.

But when the time for a proposal came, everything stalled. Father didn't like the match, Lord Tyrell didn't like the match, Uncle Doran didn't like the match. Why, no one was keen to share, and Rhaenys was distraught.

This won Rhaegar no love from his wife, as Aegon overheard them arguing one night, in the billiards rooms.

Step-mama was in a fine mood.

“Really, Rhaegar what possible objection could you have to boy?”

“Well—” father paused and Aegon heard the clacking of billiards balls— “Firstly, he is some years her senior.”

“Yes, an insurmountable age gap of five years that has never occurred in our circles before. Try harder,” Lyanna had said dryly.

“His leg.”

“What of it? It does not stop him from doing his duties, or even his hobbies!”

At this Aegon could hear Step-mama pacing the room in agitation.

“Rhaegar, I simply don't understand your reticence. You've seen them together, how she adores him. And... you know how gentle and sweet Rhaenys is. With the wrong sort of husband she could be trodden all over. I don't want that for our girl. Willas—when she speaks he listens, truly listens with his whole body. He would make a good and kind husband for her."

Father hadn't anything to say to that so Aegon considered the matter settled. But still no words of an engagement. Rhaenys locked her self away in her room and Step-mama glared murderously at father.

In the end though, it was their Uncle Oberyn who helped them steal away and elope. He claimed that he was helping his most beloved niece and dearest friend find happiness with one another.

That in doing so he got to enrage not one, not two, but three heads of very important families had nothing to with it, not at all.

It was all for the best though, Aegon and Jon were now very proud uncles. Rhaenys had truly blossomed after marriage. Out of her stepmother’s unintentional but intense shadow, she had grown into a formidable matron in her own right, more bold, more assured. The steel her family had always known was soon shown to the world. Her salons became famous for the intellectual discussions, fine entertainment, and delectable food. To be forcibly shunned from one, was, quite simply, the end of one’s social life.

Which lead Aegon to Jon’s situation.

“Is there, any particular reason Robb Stark wants to kill you?”

“Perhaps,” Jon said as he downed his drink in one gulp. Rhaenys tutted at him from the other side of her palor. She was carefully embroidering something for her second child, due sometime in the summer. Her and Willas’ son, Gareth was on the floor in the middle them all, attempting a tower of wooden blocks. Willas was there as well, and while usually an attentive husband and doting father, he currently had the racing papers in hand, and was going to deaf, blind, and generally useless to all and sundry for a good while.

Aegon braved his sister’s disapproval and poured Jon another drink. It was only mid-afternoon but Jon looked shaken indeed. Jon sipped his liquor this time.

“What possible reason would Robb Stark have to call you out like that?” their sister said in wonderment, and Aegon shared the feeling. Jon was near and dear to his Stark cousins, often being sent up to Winterfell for the summer just as he and Rhaenys were sent to Sunspear.

There was even a time were Aegon was terribly jealous of how close Robb and Jon were.

“There might be one reason…”

“I assume it is a frightfully big one.”

“Erm,…well”

“Isn’t Robb a rather good duelist?” Rhaenys asked absentmindedly, distracted with finishing up her stitching.

“I’d say, i’ve seen him put the instructors at the gymnasium flat on their back. Crack shot as well.”

Jon was looking very pale. “Do you recall, Sansa, the older of his sisters?”

“Of course,” their sister tucked her work back into its basket. “Charming girl, very sweet, played the pianoforte and sang at one of our salons and moved us all” She turned to her husband. “Isn’t that right Willas?”

“Hm, what?” Willas grunted, still staring down the names of other men’s horses and puzzling over whether they could possibly better than his own beasts.

“Sansa Stark and that beautiful aria she played.” Rhaenys reiterated before turning back to Jon, leaving Willas to his paper again. “What on earth about her?”

“She is… very lovely” Jon managed before his eyes got soft. “And kind and courteous…”

Aegon shared a wry look with his sister. Jon was a very quiet sort of person, a bit stuffy, and not kind to wax poetical on anything truly. He kept his feelings close to the vest. But to those who knew him, he had not been subtle in his admiration for his fair cousin.

“We know all this” Aegon chided, for Sansa was indeed beautiful and graceful and so-forth, if one like all that wide-eyed innocent nonsense. “Still doesn’t explain why Robb called you out at the club.”

“He called him out at the club?” Rhaenys said, ears turned to this new detail. “In front of all those people?”

“He was most serious about it” said Aegon, leaving out how Robb looked as if he would skip all protocol and strike Jon even as he sat, gaping at the challenge, soup spoon in hand.

For the rest of their meal Jon had been as bewildered as anybody, but during the ride to their sister’s, he looked as he had remembered something rather important.

“Do you recall the hunt the Starks hosted a little while back?” he asked.

“Oh yes,” said Rhaenys. “It was a wonderful week, but the actual hunt fell through when a sudden thunderstorm come right in the middle. Willas was quite put out, weren’t you Willas?”

“Hrm?”

“I seem to recall the party breaking up, in the search for shelter,” Aegon recalled. He and the other Stark girl, Arya had said the hell to it and followed the hounds anyway. They both caught terrible colds and Lady Stark lectured them fiercely.

“Yes, well, Sansa and I both got out the rain in this old barn, out of the way of everyone else,” Jon said in great rush. “And I, might… have… compromisedhervirtue.”

There was a loaded beat of silence.

“Come again?” Rheanys said in a quiet, careful voice.

Aegon felt even more sorry for his brother because while Rheanys could chatter and charm at her salons, her anger, once roused, was like father’s —quiet, controlled and utterly unnerving. This was the voice that had told Cersei Lannister to never darken her door again, and ran the woman out of the Ton.

“I.. may have taken rights, that is—to say, been intimate with her…” Another heavy moment of silence. “As a man is with his wife.”

Aegon felt his jaw drop. He could have seen himself doing something this stupid and scandalous, but not Jon, not steady, stuffy, ever-honorable-to-the-point-of-dullness Jon.

Who apparently hiked up the skirts and deflowered the most desirable debutante of the Season on some musty hay bed. On her own parents property, no less.

“I thought you rather chipper for man caught out in the rain!” Aegon exclaimed just as Rheanys demanded “You didn’t force yourself of the poor girl, did you Jon?”

“What? No, never!” Jon said vehemently and launched into some tale about the gently pattering of the rain on the barn’s roof, the light of the stars’ that resided in Sansa Stark’s eyes, an anguished declaration of undying affection (because of course when Jon got around to this love business it would be anguished) followed up by an equally tortured marriage proposal which was enthusiastically agreed to, an impassioned kiss… and things continued in an inappropriately amorous manner.

“No wonder Robb Stark wants to kill you,” huffed Rhaenys. “I want to kill you”

“We were careful to get all the straw out of our hair,” Jon added pathetically, which only served to irritate their sister more.

“How the devil did Stark find out?” Aegon mused. “It’s not the sort of thing a girl tells her older brother.”

“Of course not, you dolt,” she said as her face slide into one of sudden and deep thought. “The hunt was nearly two months wasn’t it?”

“Yes, about.”

“Why haven’t you’ve gone to your uncle yet?” Rhaenys asked, exasperated.

“I tried during the rest of the week, but there so many people about and I wasn’t able to get him alone, and then father immediately sent me to the continent to investigate that Lannister bank—”

“You gone for weeks on end! Did you send word to the poor child?”

Jon had the gall—or the sheer short sightedness— to look affronted. “We are not yet formally engaged, it wouldn’t be proper.”

Aegon discreetly edged away from his brother, as their sister looked ready to bludgeon Jon’s head with one of her son’s blocks.

“Still don't know how Robb Stark came to know all this” he put in, in the small hope the mystery would prolong Jon’s demise.

Rhaenys looked at both of them incredulously. “Are you both such idiots?”

At the damning silence that followed, she rolled her eyes and then enlighten:

“The poor girl missed her courses, and since she hadn’t heard from this blackguard in nearly two months, most like got scared and ran crying to her big brother.”

“Ah,” said Aegon.

“Oh,” said Jon losing what little color he had left.

Standing up with a clap of his hands, Aegon made way to the desk in the back.

“Well, that sounds utterly nerve wracking for the poor chit. Jon, I do hope you had given her a good enough time to make it worth it. I recall that rainstorm being rather prolonged.”

“Aegon!”

“Where the hell are your cigars Willas, the good ones?”

Willas had finally put down the racing papers, safe in the knowledge that none of his horses would embarrass him next race day. He looked up to see one of his brothers-in-law rifling through his desk.

“Left drawer, in the back, but whatever for?”

“Jon’s to be a father, we must celebrate.”

Willas turned to Jon, delighted smile on his face. “Really Jon, how wonderful! No greater thing than fatherhood, I tell you!”

Gareth, having seen his father surface from his papers, began climbing up Willas' legs to get into his lap. Once victorious, he was hugged tightly by his papa.

“Now when about is the blessed day? Perhaps it will be girl as well, what a fine playmate for our next one! Wait—when did you marry?” He looked to his wife; she knew nearly everything about anyone anyway.

“Jon has not married,” Rhaenys said tersely.

“Oh! Oh dear… then how? I mean, this is Jon…”

“Do you remember Sansa Stark?”

Willas nodded, brow slightly furrowed. “Yes, played and sang for us one time, very nice. Has a proper appreciation for our canine friends— not every girl her age or set does.”

“Well,” his wife continued, ever patient. “Jon’s been very sweet on her. Remember that hunt on the Stark estate, the one canceled due to that terrible thunderstorm? Apparently—” here Rhaenys tone grew daggers— “She and Jon waited it out together, if you understand my meaning.”

Willas most certainly did and looked properly scandalized.

Aegon rolled his eyes as he fished out the cigars. The man may have run away with Rhaenys in the middle of the night, but was still a stuffy patrician by the day’s end.

“I am in need of fresh air,” Jon announced suddenly, standing up and making his out back to the garden.

“And now Robb Stark’s called him out ” Rhaenys finished very calmly, as if her baby brother hadn’t stalked out of the room like an offended prima donna.

“I would say so! What’s been deicided?”

Aegon glanced up at the clock. “I’m to meet Greyjoy in an hour or so to discuss particulars.”

“This is ridiculous,” his sister huffed and she began to pace the room. “If the duel goes through, there’s going to be talk and Sansa’s name will come up, and in no good way,I assure you. Jon wants to marry the girl— a quiet wedding would solve all this!”

“Difficult to plan a wedding with pistols and sabers about, dear sis.”

“Ridiculous!” she repeated. “Willas, we are going to the Stark townhouse immediately! As long as cool heads are involved and prevail there should no reason to—”

There was a great deal of noise from outside the parlor. The door was flung and in its frame, there stood a woman with the righteous fury of a valkyrie: Step-mama Lyanna

“WHERE IS THAT IDIOT BOY OF MINE?”

#jon x sansa #my fanfic #feels good to write again #stg im working on persuasion au #but first this silliness #no beta living dangerously

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Listen. Whispers of the night.

Umfweni, utuntepentepe twabushiku

Twilight dances in her eyes of a home.

Icungulo camoneka mumenso yakwe

Filled with golden dreams, rooted of freedom and love.

Aisulafye ifiloto ifyakulubukwa nefya citemwiko

Watch as the buildings decay of lost souls.

Mona ifyo ifikulwa fyaisula nemyeo yaluba

Children of the earth, with skin as dark as the lips of a plum. (Abana bamucalo nenkanda yafita ngolufungo

Ripened in solitude. Ulwapilile munshita yakuba lweka

She trembles, for fear of loneliness can even consume faith. (Atutuma pamulandu wakutina ukuba eka pantu ici cilaleta nokulufya icisubilo.

Her hands open and her mind is released. (Atambika iminwe, elyo namano yaisuka (yaisa)

After all this time, life is born again. The story of Alzena. (Panuma yanshita yonse iyi, ubumi bwafyalwa, Ilyashi lyakwa Alzena

She escapes through vivid colours, unknown to the past. (Here , first establish ; is it in paininting? Looking at painiting or Looking at scenery? Or is it the beauty of colours?) Abutukilafye mu lubuto lwa fisuma ifishaishibikwe kale

Embracing the warm sands of time and space. Akumbatafye icikabilila camuchanga wanshita nencende

Her body transforms into silk, soft as the ground. (Umubili wakwe wacinja wasanguka ngensalu shabeka kabili ngomushili wanaka

The rain falls as a miracle of her hidden tears that once wept. (Imfula ileloka ngecisungusho cafilamba aloseshe pakashita kamo

Her hair grows into colourful clouds, an afro unpicked and untangled. (Umushishi wakwe wakula nga amakumbi yabengeshima ayasoboloka

Floating towards the sun and beyond to nature’s sanctuary.(aleelelafye mulwelele ukuya kukasuba neciyeyeyo

Running wild with beasts unspoken of. ( Alebutaukafye nefinama fyampanga ifishaumfwikako)

A vision of stars shining in a forest’s wish. Ukwelenganya kwabusuma bwa mpanga

An appearance of the forests hidden wonder

Many spirits welcome her with dance and song. Imipashi yabangeli yamupokelela mukucinda nenyimbo ilyo aleingilafye

Many Angel's sing and dance as she enters

Her hair vibrates with length, like flowers growing into bloom. Umushishi walepa nokuyemba ngamaluba yalekula

Her hair grows like flowers blossoming

The markings of a true woman. Ici ecishibilo ca mwana mwanakashi

This is what a mighty woman looks like

Alzena was the world within a world. Alzena cali calo mukati kacalo cinankwe

Alzena was a world inside of a world

With her breathe, hands, feet, lips, eyes, and heart, she brought back what was broken. Mukupema, muminwe, amakasa, imilomo no mutima wakwe waleta ukulungika kwafibi

With her breathe, hands, feet, lips, eyes, and heart, she mends wrongs

Below a cliff rested a pool of death. Pesamba lya lupili epaisula imfwa

Alzena believed in change. Alzena asumine mukucinja

She believed in you. Alisumine namuli iwe

She believed in me. Alisumine namuli ine

Diving down to save ourselves from destruction. Ukuiposa mukanwa kankalamo pakutila atupushe

The ocean does not bring mercy, drowning us into deep regret. Bemba taishiba ukwelela, kutubunshafye

Choking our natural beauty and forcing us into chains. Ukutukama pamukoshi wabusuma bwesu nokutwikata ngaba mucifungo

Alzena unleashed our paths, swimming into portals with many keys. Alzena ewisula inshila , ukututangilila muminshi yaisuka

She called their names and the ocean responded. Aitile amashina yabo naba bemba balyaswike

Spiraling upward to the surface, where fountains of light took stand. Baisa tumpuka pamulu epo basanga ulubuto

A shadowless room of white decor. Umuputule uwabuta , uwabula necinshingwa

Surrounded by energy of similar force. mwaisulafye amaka aya palana

Alzena felt their presence, moving slowly to navigate their trust. Alzena awumfwa ati emo bali, elyo aenda bucebuce ati benaga mucetekela

As light sways from body to mind, she reminded them of their existence. Ubusuma bwafuma mumubili nokuya kumutwe, elyo abacinkula napa fyabumi

For each gasp of air, is a sign of ancient dust that build the lands of our ancestors. Ukupema konse kutwibukisha incende yafikolwe fyesu

With our lips, we must speak for the trees that grow babies in sweet nectar. Mukulanda kwesu, tulandafye imilumbe yafimuti fipanga abana ukufuma kubuchi

As for the eyes, open them to the sea. Nga menso yena, mwisule muloleshe pali bemba

Carry each pocket of youth with the tides of memories. Sungeni ifibukisho fyamuli bumisepele

Listen. Listen. Umfweni. Umfweni (Plural). or Umfwa. umfwa(singular)

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