#what would iris’s surname be?

[lanaevyssmoved]

OC questions tag meme!

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i'm doing it for afhiri, candor and cirok!! it's undercut because its long ^_^

Name:

afhiri, but if performing will tell people their name is gift ^_^ afhiri does have a surname i just haven't decided what it is yet because it's almost better to me if no one ever finds out. even me candor's actual name is raguel, but chose the virtue name candor for itself! this was with intent for when it introduced itself to afhiri, but it completely failed when he realised afhiri doesn't know what candour means :D cirok is a name that they picked themselves after his failed transformation into a kaorti and became a rivener! it's actual name is long lost, and no one will ever learn it

Nickname(s):

afhiri has the nicknames hiri and iri, and various pet names from their various partners. "sweet clown" and "my favourite bard" are used often by gale! a fun fact is gale will give afhiri moon and star related names, and candor will give afhiri sun related names! candor is called candy by afhiri, and they'll tease it with lots of "you're so sweet! like candy!" hehehe... the torment melts the heart of even the most honourable of angels cirok is called cir by afhiri but other than that their name doesn't actually get used often, since it only really interacts with afhiri and gale. gale calls cirok "it" a lot, and "phantom", using cirok mostly when afhiri pouts at him. it sounds mean but cirok doesn't mind and sometimes prefers the depersonalisation of it

Gender:

afhiri is intersex and was raised to be a boy from birth, however they developed to look more like a girl, causing a lot of inner turmoil and conflict. afhiri is transfem and nonbinary. they also take testosterone to feel closer to their masculinity. she/they pronouns! candor is quite literally a sexless solar angel, but is maculine in appearence and presentation. calling candor a man in any form would be incorrect. he/it/they pronouns! cirok is nonbinary. don't ask whats under its clothes... vaguely gestures to the fact it's a failed kaorti transformation. it/they with heavy preference for it/its.

Star sign:

this is a little difficult because realms lore has changed on this a lot, if i'm correct in my information. from people being blessed by stars or entire consellations to each month actually having a sign in more recent lore. here is a link anyone doing this for realms ocs (like bg3 ocs) can use to figure this out! the lore on stars and consellations in the realms is spotty at best, but this could be helpful if you wanna go that route!

afhiri was born in the month of kythorn, at the height of summer. her sign is the moth! uh.. candor wasn't born like that and cirok experienced literal rebirth so like. i can only answer this for afhiri LSKDJFDSF

Height:

i added gale because gale kisses afhiri and cirok hehehe

Orientation:

afhiri is polyam and bisexual ^_^ candor is yknow an angel so doesn't really subscribe to this but would be polyam and pansexual if. it did subscribe to labels at all cirok is [waves hands about] queer

Nationality/Ethnicity:

afhiri is baldurian and from the lower city in a poor district. baby is a tiefling! candor is a solar from the upper planes! candor originally called the chronias layer of mount celestia its home but upon agreeing to serve lathander moved to the realm morninglory in elysium. candor spends a few decades on toril, but eventually returns to morninglory where they stay for eternity cirok is a rivener, and what it was before this is lost to time, and you're not going to get an answer out of them. but if you were able to get a good look, you'd assume cirok is maybe a human or a half elf. cirok stays in waterdeep with afhiri and gale post-game but where cirok was before is anyones guess!

Favourite fruit:

afhiri likes sweet fruits best of all, like berries, melons and mangoes! candor doesn't eat.......... cirok doesn't eat either...............

Favourite season:

afhiri likes it warm and loves nature, flowers, greenery, so late spring and summer are the best! candor likes the summer because of the long days and warm sun ^_^ cirok uh. is not gonna answer this question if you ask and it doesn't have one.......

Favourite flower:

afhiri loves all flowers but most especially simple flowers like daisies! if afhiri sees a field of daisies you have LOST her candor likes sunflowers and roses.. obviously cirok doesn't like flowers dlfkgfdglkdfgdfg

Favourite scent:

afhiri likes natural smells over perfumey ones that usually make them sneeze dfklgjdfgd so you're gonna see afhiri sniffing flowers and the fresh air and avoiding people wearing scents candor probably got some. angel advanced sniffer shit going on. so i assume candor can smell the universe and stuff. so lets just say whatever the sun smells like and leave it there so i don't have to unpack this cirok doesn't have a favourite scent are you seeing a pattern here :)

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate:

HOT CHOCOLATE FOR AFHIRI PLEASE. sometimes gale makes them mochas. ^_^ candor doesn't drink! :) but would like tea fdl;kgdf cirok doesn't drink either..!! ahh!!! but would drink coffee. gods

Average hours of sleep:

afhiri doesn't actually sleep for very long, always jolting themselves awake in the early hours, likely due to having to always be up early before leaving their family home. candor doesn't sleep!!! cirok doesn't sleep!!!!!!!!

Dog or cat person:

afhiri is a both person and has the matched energies of a hyper dog and a zoomies cat candor loves all things on toril equally :) except the evil things :) cirok actually likes tara!!! cat person!!!!

Dream trip:

you're not gonna get a proper answer out of afhiri here it would just be "ANYWHERE! EVERYWHERE! LETS GO!" afhiri just wants to adventure and explore and see shit man. easy to please ultimately candor....... god ok i have to be honest candors dream trip would be leading afhiri to morninglory to spend the rest of eternity there with it. which means afhiri is dead cirok doesnt have one....... for gods sake cirok

Favourite fictional character:

afhiri has never read a book. we don't have television here. afhiri doesn't KNOW any fictional characters. but afhiri also has issues with knowing what is and isn't real and would answer this question in a completely incorrect way. afhiri would say the emperor is their favourite fictional character :) because the emperor lives in the prism :) for fuck sake afhiri candor.. doesn't have one..... candor is not one for whimsy like this... DO I HAVE TO SAY IT

Number of blankets they sleep with:

afhiri has one blanket and it's whoever is sleeping in bed with them..... other than that afhiri is going to kick that shit off in their sleep because they fidget like hell unless there's the weight of someone else holding them down. weight blanket person candor DOESN'T SLEEEPPP CIROK DOESN'T SL PEPEEPEP

Random fact:

afhiri has 6 fingers on each hand :)

candor spent so long flying around and simply floating that when entering self imposed exile and disguising itself as a tiefling it had to figure out how to walk :D

cirok has to spend many hours a day caring for its resin. its a super delicate task that cannot be interrupted. without this resin cirok will die in torils atmosphere :).........

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[jupiter-descending]

so i just finished tgaa 2 today and i have a lot of feelings about iris wilson and her dad search

she wanted so badly to feel connected to her dad. she read what she thought was written by him and did everything she could to integrate it into herself. she read that he was a doctor, so she became a doctor. he wrote about his adventures with herlock, she edited and published them. she found an autopsy report with his handwriting and Finally had a name to assign to him and immediately took on that name as her own. and it wasn’t even real. the man who wrote the stories and the handwriting she learned to recognize at a glance was not her father’s, and john wilson is not even slightly related to her. it’s tragic. no one told her the man she thought was her father died, no one told her that this stories were not written by that man, and no one told her what her actual surname is, she just Decided it was wilson.

and once she finds out that no, john wilson was not her father (not from someone directly telling her btw), she had so much hope that she would have a family with mikotoba and susato. she seems to push through it pretty quickly, and both ryuunosuke and susato agree to be her siblings, but this poor poor girl. and of course after that she decides she doesn’t need to know, she’s had her hopes dashed so many times.

all this in mind i’m glad they leave it at they will tell her that her father is klint someday, but that she’s okay not knowing for now. and i’m glad that she acknowledges herlock as her dad, it’s very very sweet. but that doesn’t change how inherently tragic it is to be a 10 year old girl with daddy issues. there’s another rant i could go on about herlock vs beanix, but suffice it to say that iris taking care of herlock to this extent is just as devastating as trucy taking care of phoenix. and iris is younger. she’s 10 fucking years old and she’s been taking care of herlock for who knows how long. iris is a sweetheart and i just want her to be happy. i’m glad she got there, with her family she fought tooth and nail for, but holy fucking shit that journey was horrible for her

#tgaa 2 #dgs 2 #iris wilson #jupiter speaks #the inherent tragedy of longing for a family #she’s just… #my daughter i would give you the world if i could

[electronicgrowth]

Burned

A/N: I have no idea where this fic came from. I wrote it when I was drunk tbh. I may add to it at some point idk. I kinda love the whole dark!Aemond thing. Also, I picked names of Greek origins for my female original characters because Rhea is a Greek name. So, I just kept that theme up. And I played Hermia in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream in high school, so the name is dear to me. Aemond Targaryen x f!Royce!Targaryen!originalcharacter. 

Summary: Daemon Targaryen’s daughter that he had with Lady Rhea Royce gets caught in the middle of the Dance of Dragons. She doesn’t want to be involved. And she really does not wish to involve Runestone in a petty Targaryen squabble. What happens when Aemond forces her to pick a side? 

WC: 4.8k

Warnings: non-con, rough sex, breeding kink, (a little) biting, absentee father bullshit (thanks Daemon), also incest (cousins) but it’s HOTD so you already know lol

Hermia Targaryen had never considered herself a true Targaryen. She had grown up at Runestone, away from her father, Prince Daemon. She had been born only months before her mother died, or was killed, depending on what you chose to believe. Her mother gifted her with a name better fit to House Royce than House Targaryen. She even had dark curls. The only tell, aside from her Valyrian surname, were her eyes. Hermia had unique eyes. Closest to her iris the eyes had a hazel color, but it melded into a deep purple. The kind of purple that only Valyrian’s had. 

Mia grew up far from the influence of her father. She was raised by other members of House Royce. And while she felt the loss of her mother, she never felt that for her father. She did not attend his second, or third wedding. She had also never met his two most recent children. She met her half-sisters only once, at their mother’s funeral. She had met Daemon’s step children. But that was when they were simply her cousins. She would travel to and from King’s Landing as a child. She would visit her aunt, uncle, and cousins at least once a year. Aegon couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to her until she puberty. Then he paid far too much attention to her. Helaena had always been kind and they shared a kinship as the only girls in the keep, but they were interested by vastly different things. Daeron had always been too little, so she never really got to know him. And Mia found Rhaenyra’s children to be grating and needy. She enjoyed Aemond’s company, despite the fact that he was a rather mercurial child. They had fun together and Mia was a shoulder to cry on whenever his brother or cousins picked on him for not having a dragon. House Royce did not wish to wed Mia to Aegon, such a union would take her away from Runestone for too long. So, Aegon wed Helaena. And Aemond truly believed that he and Mia would one day wed. He would be Lord of Runestone with her. And they would have countless children. It was all he dreamed of. 

But then the visits stopped happening. And Aemond heard tell of a betrothal. A wedding followed closely behind the news of a betrothal. A man from a vassal house of house Royce was to be her husband, House Tollett. The Royce’s had insisted on the union. No man outside of the Vale was considered for Mia’s husband. Despite the fact that she had already been married, she retained her name. She’d had one daughter. But her husband had died in a hunting accident, leaving her a widow at twenty, before the birth of her only child. 

Mia named her baby Eudora. It was a traditional name for house Royce. It also meant ‘excellent gift’. And Dorie was an excellent gift to Mia. The sunshine for all her cloudy days. Dorie had inherited Mia’s dark curls. But was fortunate to have gotten her father’s bright blue eyes. Dorie was everything to Mia. And Mia saw no point in marrying again, she had her heir. All her energies were devoted to ruling Runestone and raising her daughter. Dorie was to take the name Royce upon taking over Runestone. 

At the age of four and twenty, Mia received her first ever letter from her father. The letter was beseeching Hermia to back Princess Rhaenyra as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Yet, House Royce had already received a raven from King’s Landing stating that Aegon was king. The letter further explained that the crown had been supplanted from Rhaenyra, and as his daughter, Daemon expected Hermia to offer Runestone’s support of the Queen. 

Mia wrote her father back to simply say that Runestone had no interest in participating in the petty squabbles of the royal family. And she would not subject their resources or their people to a war that truly had nothing to do with them, beyond taxes and whose ass they would have to kiss. Mia thought that was the end of it. And for a while it was. 

Until Mia got news that Prince Lucerys Velaryon was killed at Storm’s End by Prince Aemond Targaryen. The details were vague, but it seemed as if the pair’s dragons were involved. She felt justified in her decision to not get involved with the issue of succession. But then, another raven came from King’s Landing. The Hand of the King was asking that Mia bend the knee to Aegon. She responded in a similar manner as she had to her father. She stated that House Royce wished not to involve itself in the fight. She was not expecting a reaction from the crown. She knew Aegon. She had met him a few times when she went to visit King’s Landing. But she hadn’t been there in over ten years. She barely remembered her cousins. 

It was a cold, cloudy day. Not so cold that snow could be sustained, but cold enough that the air had a bite to it. Mia had taken Dorie out to ride. Both mother and daughter loved the feeling of the wind in their hair and the sting on their cheeks. Hermia had just arrived back at the castle with Dorie. Her cousin, Gerrold, was nervously milling about the barn. 

“Cousin,” she chuckled, “You look nervous. What ever is the matter?” She lifted little Dorie off the saddle as she spoke, setting the child on the ground. 

“My Lady. Prince Aemond is in the hall,” Gerrold said apprehensively, not making eye contact with her. 

“Prince Aemond? Here?” Mia asked, she was confused. When was the last time any member of the royal been to Runestone? And Prince Aemond? He had never even been to the Vale before. Dorie could not read her mother’s change in mood and decided to interrupt her mother’s nervous thoughts.

“Mama,” the little girl began, pulling at her mother’s riding tunic, “may I have some cake for lunch?” Dorie had a mischievous look in her eyes. 

“Darling, it sounds as if mama has some business to attend to, perhaps, Septa Erydice could go with you to eat a proper lunch,” Mia suggested. Dorie pouted up at her mother, but she did not argue. Dorie’s handmaiden met the trio outside the main hall, to take the child to lunch. Mia wished that she had an opportunity to change. But protocol demanded that she meet the prince immediately. Yet she took off her outer clothes to avoid smelling of horse, leaving her in a long, knee-length tunic and slacks. She took a deep breath and pushed the doors open to the hall. The hall was long, stone. The windows were high, so dull light from the cloudy day struggled to light the hall. The torches were nearly always lit. Although, there were three torches that had clearly burnt out. Mia flushed in embarrassment. That would never happen in King’s Landing. Prince Aemond did not turn around. Surely he had heard the door open. But he stayed where he was, gazing up at the stitched House Royce coat of arms that was hung upon the stone wall. All she could see was his long, sleek silver hair and dark clothing. 

“Prince Aemond,” Mia called. Finally, he turned to meet his cousin. Mia was shocked at how handsome the prince had grown to be in the last ten years. He had sharp facial features, and lips that, if they belonged to anyone else, Mia might desire to kiss. He was practically other-worldly beautiful. The only thing that marred his appearance was the scar that ran down his face, and the eyepatch. Souvenirs from the loss of his eye in childhood. Although, Mia thought the scar and eyepatch just added to his mystique. 

“Lady Hermia. How nice of you to finally join me,” Aemond chided, his perfect, pink lips moving into a smirk as he spoke, “And in your riding clothes no less.” 

“I apologize. If I had known you were coming I would have been here to greet you. In a gown, of course,” Mia countered with narrowed eyes. Mia walked forward to stand next Aemond. He stared down at her in amusement, for he was much taller than her now, almost the opposite of the last time they saw one another.

“How can I help you, your grace?” She asked, impatiently, spitting his title at him with disdain. 

“I wish to speak about your response to my brother, King Aegon,” he replied. 

“You will have to be more specific, Your Grace. I am in correspondence with many people.”

“Your response to his demand that you bend the knee.” 

“What of my response?” 

“It was unacceptable.”

“Unacceptable?” Mia laughed, throwing her head back. Aemond looked over her shoulder at Gerrold and other men that had entered the hall behind her. 

“Perhaps, we might speak alone, cousin,” the Prince suggested. Mia exhaled in annoyance, before turning to speak. 

“Leave us,” she commanded her men. Gerrold hesitated. The last time he left a woman of House Royce alone with a Targaryen man, she died. 

“Gerrold, it is fine. Please go.” He nodded at the younger woman before leaving. 

“Speak plainly,” Mia commanded. Without any witnesses she shirked the politeness that should have been reserved for a member of the royal family and adopted the tone of an older cousin chastising a younger cousin.

“King Aegon wishes to know who you declare for.” 

“As I said in my raven, I will not declare for anyone. It is not in the best interest of House Royce to supply either side with our resources or men,” Mia said with a roll of her eyes. 

“You expect us to believe that you will not declare for your father’s wife?” 

“My father,” she laughed bitterly, “I would never declare for that man’s side. He killed my mother. If I were to declare, I would declare for Aegon merely to spite my father. But truly, I do not wish to be involved.” 

“Again,” Aemond explained in a condescending voice, “that is not an acceptable answer. You have to declare one way or another.” 

“No, I do not. I may be a Targaryen in name, but I do not wish to be involved in this family drama.” 

“You may not wish it, but you are a member of this family, my Lady. You must choose.”

“I must? From what I hear House Arryn has declared for Rhaenyra. Should I not follow the lead of our overlords? We are simply a vassal to a bigger house.” Mia countered. 

“Perhaps, it is the fact that you are a member of the family that no one has involved you,” Aemond suggested, “But the Hand of King remembers what your father said about your mother, and the Vale, during the reign of King Viserys. He had no love for your mother or your home. It would be in your best interest to declare for King Aegon.” 

“Oh? And pray tell, what could King Aegon offer me?” 

“Would you not wish for the advancement of House Royce? The King could make your house overlord of the Vale.” 

“I do not wish to supplant House Arryn as the overlord for the Vale.” Aemond chuckled at her response.

“You are a woman. Without a husband. You have only the backing of your own house. Do you truly believe that all the members of this house wish to have a woman leading them? Aegon could reaffirm your position. Help you keep your seat. He could even help your house advance, then who would speak out against you?” Aemond said. 

“I have heard no rumblings of discontent from members of my house. I have served my house to the best of my ability.”

“Then perhaps, I shall offer you safety for yourself and your daughter. I came here on Vhagar, my Lady.” 

“Is that a threat?”

“Perhaps,” Aemond chuckled. 

“Do you threaten every house that does not declare for your brother? Or am I just lucky?” He laughed at the question. 

“I would say you are quite unlucky, my Lady. Where is your daughter right now?” 

Mia’s eyes widened. 

“Excuse me?”

“Your daughter. Eudora, isn’t it? Do you know where she is? She may be with her handmaiden as you bade her. But whose to say I came alone?” Mia turned and was about to run to her daughter’s rooms. 

“Ohh, kēlītsos. Not so fast,” Aemond laughed. He was quick to grab her by her waist, pulling her back into him, her back to his front. He towered over Mia, he had to bend forward to bring his lips to her ear.

“Kēlītsos,” he said again— what did that word even mean?— “You will escape today with your life. But only you and your daughter. This visit was not to negotiate with you, rather to distract you. Your cousin, Robar Royce, wrote to the King with terms of his own. He wishes to be the head of House Royce. He wishes to rid this house of its two Targaryens. And in exchange for supplanting you, House Royce will bend the knee to King Aegon.”

“What use is Runestone to your cause that you are so determined to win our favor, even if it means stripping me of my birthright?” Mia asked as she struggled in Aemond’s arms. 

“It is a foothold in the Vale. So very close to Gulltown. We can take the Vale from the inside,” Aemond had pulled Mia back further into him, arms tightening around her waist, “Robar suggested that we kill you and your daughter, but now I think that I have a better use for you. Lord Borros Baratheon declared for my brother after I offered myself in a marriage pact. But I care not for any of his plain daughters. I offered Lord Borros a fortune to get out of this betrothal. And I’m so glad I did. How better to ensure the loyalty of House Royce than to marry their Lady. To elevate you to a princess would elevate the entire house. Although, once we wed you’ll be a princess so the responsibilities of running the house will be far too involved. So, you would have to release the title of Lady of Runestone to Robar.” 

“No, no,” Mia struggled against Aemond’s grip, “I will not wed again.” 

“Your love for your first husband too great?” Aemond mocked, as he breathed in the scent of her curls. She smelled so sweet. 

“No, my love for my daughter. I am committed to her and my house.”

“Your house would sooner see you and your child dead than continue to have a lady running it. Would you truly die for your house? When it cares so little for you? When you have a child to protect?” Aemond wrestled Mia to the ground. He straddled her hips to pin her down. His hands grabbed hers and stared down at her. Mia’s eyes were wide with fear. 

“Please, you don’t have to do this. I will take Dorie and leave. Or I will bend the knee to Aegon. Whatever you want.” Mia suggested in panic, her legs flailing behind Aemond’s back. 

“I could allow that,” Aemond considered, “However, you are a Targaryen, even if you don’t look like one. And I wish for my children to have Valyrian blood from both of their parents. And if it’s whatever I want, I have something very specific in mind.” Mia was attempting to tug her hands from Aemond’s as he spoke. It was all for naught. Aemond moved and gripped both of Mia’s hands in one of his above her head. His free hand slid to his cloak, he pulled out a blade. Mia froze, her heart beat erratically in her ears. Mia was regretting that she took off her outer wear, as Aemond easily sliced open her tunic. He licked his lips at the sight of her bare chest, before returning the blade to its place under his cloak. His free hand groped at Mia’s breasts, playing with one before the other, making sure to focus on her nipples as he went. His hands were rough, callused from years of sword training. He smelled like smoke and leather. It would almost be comforting, if Mia weren’t so alarmed. Aemond traced her upper body almost in reverence. His hand trailed down her belly to the ratty, old trousers she was wearing. He released her hands, both of his hands went to pull her trousers off. Mia took the opportunity to scratch at Aemond’s face. He hissed in anger, before pinning her hands back down at full force. Four scratch marks raked down his face.

“Careful kēlītsos. I can make this nice for you, if only you submit to me,” he hummed as his nose trailed along her jaw, “Or if you continue to fight me, I can fuck you bloody. It doesn’t matter to me, I’m going to take you either way.” Mia whimpered. “Sagon nykeā sȳz hāedar.” 

“I-I don’t know w-what you’re saying,” Mia admitted in a breathy voice. 

“You don’t speak Valyrian?” 

“No, the masters here don’t know the language. I had no one to teach me.” 

“I’ll have to teach you, then,” Aemond murmured as he reached for the shreds of Mia’s ruined tunic. He quickly tied her wrists together, before Mia could even react to having free hands. With both his hands free, Aemond returned to Mia’s breasts. With one hand he squeezed one breast, but he brought his lips to her other breast. He began suckling gently. It vaguely reminded Mia of breastfeeding, except it felt good. He laved his tongue over her nipple as he worked. Mia unwillingly began to buck her hips, searching for friction. He released the nipple and began sucking a bruise onto the underside of her breast, making eye contact with Mia as he did so. Then Aemond moved his mouth to the other breast, but rather than take her nipple in his mouth, he bit down gently at the top of her breast. And he bit down hard. Mia screamed, shocked by the sudden onset of pain Not only were impressions of his teeth left, but she was bleeding. She whimpered a bit, before Aemond returned his hands to her trousers. He moved so that he sat on his knees between Mia’s thighs. He made quick work of removing the trousers, revealing Mia’s long, supple legs. And leaving Mia totally nude on the rough, cold, stone floor. Aemond’s eyes raked over the figure of the woman in front of him. Her breasts were perky despite already having had a child, her tummy soft, protecting her thick hips. Hips that would give him heirs. She would have no trouble birthing children with hips like hers. And of course, between her legs, was the most perfect cunt Aemond had ever laid eyes on. And she was glistening already. 

“Gevie,” he murmured in reverence. He had been waiting to take Mia since he was twelve years old. Since he lost his eye. Upon seeing the confused look on Mia’s face, he explained, “Beautiful. Gevie means beautiful in high Valyrian. Although beautiful doesn’t begin to describe this body. It’s perfect. These hips were made to bear my sons.” Mia panicked at the final sentence. She wriggled, trying to get away from him. She had no wish to bear his sons. But his grip was far too strong for her. Aemond could no longer contain himself. He leaned forward to press his lips to Mia’s. She didn’t respond as his lips moved against her mouth, until he bit down hard on her lower lip. Hard enough to draw blood. The metallic taste filled her mouth. 

“Kiss me,” he commanded, barely pulling back from her lips, one hand tightening around Mia’s throat. She gasped before throwing her head forward in panic. Trying to comply quickly. Aemond claimed her mouth, moving his tongue against hers. Even with the taste of blood, she tasted so sweet. The hand that was around her throat moved down to rub Mia’s clit. Unintentionally, she began bucking her hips. Aemond smirked into the kiss. She liked this, that much was evident by her little moans. She was so clearly trying to silence any sound she made, trying not to give him the satisfaction. That wouldn’t do. 

Aemond plunged two fingers into Mia. And she let out a surprised squeak. He quickly pumped his fingers in and out of her, his while arm moved with the rapidness of his ministrations. She got wet quickly. 

“By how wet you are, I almost think that you like this, kēlītsos. Kitten,” he explained the Valyrian word before she could even think to ask. 

“No,” she whined, shaking her head quickly. Her long, curly hair was starting to fall from the single braid she’d had it in to ride. Aemond moved to release the remainder of her hair from its tie. Aemond thought she had beautiful curls, he wished to see how wild her hair would look after a long night of taking her, claiming her, filling her. Gods, what would she look like satiated? What would she look like begging for him? What would she look like pregnant? Feeding his son from her breast? The thought alone made him thrust harder into her.

“Oh, you want it,” he responded, her legs were starting to shake. She was close. Aemond pulled his fingers from her heat and she let out a disappointed huff. “Beg for it. Beg for my cock. I know you want it.” Mia trembled. “Come on, sweetie,” he whispered, “Just say ‘please’ and I can make you feel so good.” 

Her resolve broke, “Please Aemond.”

“Please what?” He prodded. 

“Please Aemond, please fuck me,” she begged. 

Finally, Aemond sat up on his knees to remove his own cloak. He was done playing. He pushed his slacks down just enough to release his cock. He was beyond pleased by the surprised look on Mia’s face when she looked down. He knew that he was well-endowed comparatively, but she looked positively shocked. 

“That— that won’t fit,” she gasped. In her shock, Mia inadvertently stroked Aemond’s ego with her comment. 

“Oh, but it will,” Aemond laughed wickedly. He ran his cock along the lips of her pussy, spreading her wetness. 

“Did your Lord Husband have difficulty fitting inside you?” He mocked. 

“No, but—“ Mia cut herself off. Aemond rested the tip of his length against her entrance. 

“But what?” He feigned innocence, but his eyes glowed with mischief. Mia shook her head, she didn’t want to answer, but it didn’t really matter. Aemond knew. 

“Let me guess,” he chuckled, “Your husband was far smaller? I wonder, did your husband ever get you this wet?” Aemond traced one finger along her slit, before bringing the finger up to Mia’s face and showing her all of the wetness he had collected. Mia simply trembled. Aemond slapped her across the face. She let out a shriek. 

“Answer me when I ask you a question,” he commanded, angrily. Mia noted how quickly his mood could change. 

“No. No, he never got me that wet,” she finally admitted. 

“He must have barely touched you then.” 

“He would only kiss me before he went inside me,” she explained. 

“What a pity,” Aemond tutted, “I bet you look beautiful when you cum. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you enjoy my cock, even if you think you don’t want to.” And with that final sentence he thrust into her. Mia screamed at the intrusion. He didn’t immediately begin to move, but that was to be the only reprieve that Mia was to be granted, because he began to move shortly after. He began to thrust in and out of her in earnest. Tears leaked down her face. The stretch was painful. But underneath all the pain, was a sliver of pleasure.

“Gods, you are so tight,” he moaned. His mouth latched to Mia’s neck where he started to suck numerous bruises. He wanted— no, he needed to mark her. In this moment, Aemond knew that Hermia Targaryen was his. He just needed to show the rest of the world. And her, apparently. 

With steady thrusts the intense pain began to subside, giving way to pleasure only. Without the distraction of pain, Mia had to come to terms with the fact that wetness was leaking onto her thighs and to the stone floor beneath her. She glanced down to where she and Aemond met, and she could see that she wasn’t the only one being coated in her wetness. His cock, his pelvis, even his thighs were wet. He caught her looking down at where they were joined. He was quick to cup the back of her neck, so she would be forced to watch herself take him. 

“Look at how you take me, kēlītsos,” he groaned, “Enjoying yourself so much. Your cunt just keeps pulling me back in. So wet, so tight. I’ve been dreaming about taking you like this since the first day I met you. And by the way you’re taking me makes me think you’ve thought of it too.”  

“No,” she whimpered in response, but it wasn’t convincing at all. The entire hall was filled with the sound of Aemond’s hips meeting her’s and the squelching from her wetness. 

“Oh yes.” His hand reached down to rub gentle circles on her clit. Then Mia’s legs began to shake. Something was happening. There was a tightness in her lower belly. A pleasurable fire. Mia began gasping and moaning, the moans becoming higher pitched each time Aemond bottomed out inside of her. 

“Shit,” she gasped. Aemond simply smiled, his long silver hair sticking to his sweaty neck, but that didn’t stop him from thrusting harder. 

“Ohhh, are you going to cum, sweetie?” He cruelly mocked, “That’s okay. Let go for me.” It wasn’t long before the spasms started. Mia had never felt anything like it. Her legs shook and her insides quivered. She let out the most beautiful sounds as she came around Aemond. His hips faltered as she rode out her orgasm. “Doesn’t that feel so good, sweetie? Only I can give you that.” 

Tears streamed down Mia’s face, she was half crying, half moaning. The pleasure was intense and unbelievable. How could he be making her feel this good? She didn’t want it. But it was so, so good. And that was what made it all so humiliating. She didn’t want to feel good, but she did. What did finding enjoyment in this savage ravishing of her body say about her as a woman? It wasn’t even just that physically it felt good. It was erotic, she didn’t want it to end. He was so handsome. The kind of man she had dreamed about marrying as a little girl. She wanted Aemond Targaryen to fuck her like this everyday of her life. The unfairness of it all made Mia cry harder. Yet, Aemond was still chasing his own release. 

“I’m so close,” he moaned, “Gonna give you my seed. Get you round with my baby. Would you like that kēlītsos?” Mia shook her head rapidly back and forth. “Oh, I think you would love it. And I’m going to make sure I get you with child. This cunt is far too sweet not to thoroughly enjoy. Not to fuck everyday.” 

“Please, Aemond, don’t,” Mia begged. She hadn’t said his name yet. Aemond’s hips stuttered. 

“Say it again,” he commanded. Mia looked up at him, extremely confused. 

“My name. Say my name,” he demanded. She hesitated. “Say it.” 

“Aemond,” it was half a moan and half a plea. 

“Gods, my name sounds so good when it falls from your lips,” he groaned, he was picking up his speed again, hand roughly gripping her hips. His grip would undoubtedly leave bruises. 

“Beg for my cum,” he commanded. Mia sealed her lips tightly shut. Aemond started to punctuate his thrusts sharply, before slapping Mia across the face again.

“Fucking beg for my cum.” He slapped her as he finished that sentence too. 

“Please give me your cum,” she whimpered out, stuck between wanting this to be over and never wanting it to stop. 

“Oh, kēlītsos. I think you can do better than that.” 

“Please Aemond. Please cum inside me. I need you to come inside me,” she begrudgingly moaned. 

“You are mine,” he growled, hips stuttering as he chased his high, “Mine. Mine. Mine.” He groaned and grunted as he finished. His cum flooding Mia’s cunt. Aemond panted, trying to catch his breath, before claiming Mia’s lips. 

“All mine,” he hummed as he pulled out of her. He stared at his cum leaking out of her. His eyes flicked up to her face. Her cheek was red where he’d slapped her. Her lips were swollen where he’d bitten them. Her eyes were watery and rimmed red, this only serves to bring out the purple in them more. She was gorgeous. And now she was his. 

Author’s note:

Sagon nykeā sȳz hāedar= be a good girl

#aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #aemond the kinslayer #prince aemond #aemond targaryen x oc #hotd aemond #house of the dragon #aemond smut

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

The Lady Vanishes (1938, Alfred Hitchcock)

27/01/2024

The Lady Vanishes is a 1938 film directed by Alfred Hitchcock.

The story is based on the novel The Wheel Spins by Ethel Lina White.

A remake was made in 1979 entitled The Lady Vanishes, directed by Anthony Page, with Angela Lansbury in the role of Miss Froy.

A train is running from the Balkans towards London when an avalanche stops it in a remote village. In the hotel where they are forced to stay overnight, they meet some English citizens: Iris Henderson, the young heiress of a rich jam producer, returning from a holiday with two friends and headed to London to get married to a nobleman; Miss Froy, amiable old lady in a tweed suit, housekeeper and music teacher for six years in that country and about to return to her homeland; Caldicott and Charters, cricket fans, very upset about the forced interruption of their trip which risks making them miss the final phase of a test match in Manchester; Gilbert, a musician with a passion for folklore who records folk songs with a little too much noise, resulting in a lively confrontation with Iris; a couple of lovers whose greatest concern is not to be recognized.

Miss Froy tries to escape into the woods, after leaving a coded message contained in the musical notes of a melody that Gilbert must learn by heart and take to the British Foreign Office in case she fails to save herself.

As promised Iris and Gilbert go to the Foreign Office in Whitehall to report the coded message.

The expiration of the contract that Gainsboroug (subsidiary of Gaumont-British) had taken over from Gaumont and Hitchcock had to complete the second film (the first was Young and Innocent) foreseen by the agreement with Edward Black.

In May 1936 Frank had proposed to Gainsboroug to buy the rights to White's novel, he had worked on the screenplay together with Sidney Gilliat but Roy William Neill, the director who had been entrust with the direction, din not complete the film.

The role of the lovable old spy was entrusted to Dame May Whutty, who would later be cast in a minor role in Suspicion.

In the role of the rich young bourgeois the director used Margaret Lockwood, under contract to the production company; in the role of the penniless musician Hitchcock would have liked Robert Donat, the protagonist of The 39 Steps, who had to give it up for health reasons; Michael Redgrave was the chosen, already famous as a young theater actor in John Gielgud's company, here at his first film test: the director liked him for his detached and casula style.

In the fundamental interview given by Alfred Hitchcock to François Truffaut, published for the first time in 1966, the director said about this film of his: "It was shot in 1938 in the small studio in Islington, on a thirty meter platform and with a wagon on top."

In addition to all his dearest themes (the incredibleity of the truth and the game of appearances, spies, travel, the relationship between a couple and love, humor) there is a strong political connotation, influenced by international current affairs: 1938 is the year of the Munich Agreement, evoked by the white handkerchief waved by the lawyer, an unpleasant neutralist who, regardless of his lover and the other Englishmen, hands himself over to the spies and gets himself killed. Finally, the main enemy of the film, Doctor Hart, alludes to Germany both his surname and in his origin ( in that same year Czechoslovakia also begins to "disappear", with the annexation of the Sudetenland to Germany, a prologue of what will happen in the following year). Hitchcock declares anti-Nazi sentiments expressed on other occasions in his films (The Man Who Knew Too Much, The 39 Steps, Secret Agent, Foreign Correspondent, Saboteur, Lifeboat, Notorious).

#the lady vanishes #film #1938 #alfred hitchcock #Scriptment #The Wheel Spins #Ethel Lina White #1979 #Remake #Anthony Page #angela lansbury #Balkans #london #cricket #test cricket #Foreign Commonwealth and Development Office #Whitehall #Gaumont British #young and innocent #1936 #roy william neill #May Whitty #Suspicion #margaret lockwood #robert donat #the 39 steps #michael redgrave #john gielgud #françois truffaut #Munich Agreement

[dragonbleps]

Name: Dalamus Strighym

Nickname: Dal

Race: Drow

Religion: Lolth-sworn

Age: 200 (appears ~30 by human standards)

Sex and Gender: Cis male. He/Him

Orientation: Bisexual

Height: 5'11

Hair: Long, straight, ink black

Eyes: Black sclera, red iris. The red irises are more pronounced when he is significantly angered, and becomes a sickly yellow when ill, poisoned, or under negative magical influence.

Scars: Uneven scars across face and throat from whip wounds. Scars across chest from a Displacer Beast's raking tentacles during his Blooding ritual. Scars near right shoulder from Quaggoth claws while escaping the Underdark. Tiny scar one lower back where he was thrown onto a stalagmite by the Quaggoth--permanent injury to underlying structures causes chronic lower back pain and weakness.

Possessions of note: Earrings; daggers; minimal lapidary tools (whetstone, bags of grit [coarse, medium, fine], strip of leather and polishing powder); woodcarving tools (small whittling knife, leather strop)

Fears: Intimacy; open spaces (sky, ocean, vast plains, probably heights, etc); magic (specially enchantment and healing schools); birds

Attitude: Haughty. Sometimes flirty, especially when attempting to coerce or persuade. Sometimes blunt or cruel by human standards, but honest and practical by his own.

Stability: Anger flares easily against perceived slights, or when feeling weak, vulnerable, or pitied.

Alignment: Neutral Evil to Chaotic Neutral

Hometown: Menzoberranzan

Combat style: Modified Sargh'elgg. This style focused on making use of natural agility, and on the use of one single light weapon. Dalamus, however, uses two daggers.

Magic known: Dancing Lights, Darkness, Faerie Fire

Skills/Talents: Gemcutting, woodcarving, ambidextrous dual wielding proficiency, darkvision, lockpicking, pickpocketing, stealth

Resistances: High tolerance to poisons. Lesser tolerance to non-drow sleep poisons, drugs, insect venom, and injected poisons. No special tolerance against contact poisons or to poison gases. Decent magic resistance.

Languages Known: Deep Drow, Undercommon, Drow Sign Language, Common. Less fluent in Abyssal and Goblin.

Occupation: Thief. Tadpole-haver. Formerly gemcutter, jeweler, and consort of a minor noble house.

Family: Mother, Father, two older brothers, one younger sister. All estranged. A son, Zektyrr Strighym. An unknown child.

Lovers: None current

Marital Status: Divorced, if you can call it that

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Dalamus was born as a commoner. And although viewed as a bit odd for his dark hair color, darkened sclera, and eventually, his height, it did not diminish his abilities. Unwilling to enter military forces, Dalamus showed promise as a gemcutter.

His unique appearance, eye for quality gemstones, and gemcutting ability caught the eye of a minor noblewoman, Nedvyllanna Strighym, who took him to be her consort, and he took on the surname of the house. He produced exquisite gems for her to wear and flaunt, and she paraded him around like a prized animal in a collection.

Dalamus gained basic access to the House's weapons training, to further refine what he had taught himself, so that he may be ready to defend his matron at any moment. He behaved admirably, following orders. And while Dalamus was a skilled gemcutter, he was a better thief. Often Nedvyllanna would task him with stealing the gems and jewelry of other nobles--a blow to their pride, vanity, and wealth.

Rarely did a house dare accuse of theft, for to do so would be admitting weakness and a lack of attention and security to let the consort of a minor house rob them. Any accusations that were made were simply met with the assertion that Dalamus was skilled at replication, which he had skills enough to convincingly prove.

For several years, they managed the scheme together, amassing wealth and beauty while draining it from their rivals.

Lying and stealing, even murder, were often expected in the Underdark, if not encouraged. But being caught was inexcusable. Dalamus was caught picking the pocket of a noble for valuables, ending his usefulness to House Strighym. Being caught under orders not only showed a lapse in his skills but, even more damning, reflected poorly on his matron for employing one so careless.

Dalamus was stripped of his House name, House insignia, and exiled, but not before his matron had given her punishment. His thievery and gemcutting skills were now of no use to her, and she wished to wound his vanity by striking the face which had drawn her to him in the first place.

A whip cracked across his face and throat. He was taken to the gates of Menzoberranzan and chased from the city by the Jade Spider constructs until he collapsed from exhaustion. As far as House Strighym was concerned, Dalamus was as good as dead, soon to be torn apart and eaten alive by any number of Underdark creatures.

But Dalamus was stubborn, and spiteful, and used to sneaking around in the dark. His wounds made it more difficult, and more dangerous. If he moved, he may die, but if he remained in one place, he would definitely die. The surface was his best bet for survival. Unfortunately, he had never been, and did not know the way, and there were endless tunnels and caverns between here and there.

He struggled, avoiding detection of Drow patrols near the cities, and countless monsters beyond. Cloakers, darkmantles and ropers camouflaged themselves against the terrain. Giant lizards, spiders, and centipedes could be drawn to the scent of blood. Ghasts, dreugers, darklings, grimlocks, myconids and more made their homes in the caverns. Few of them were fond of the Drow.

Dalamus was almost killed by a Quaggoth, being struck in the shoulder and tossed onto a cluster of stalagmites, but used Dancing Lights to blind and distract the beast just long enough to slip into a passageway too narrow for the bear-sized humanoid or any of its rapidly approaching hunting pack.

After wandering, wounded, testing different tunnels, Dalamus found an exit to the surface, where he could attempt to get himself properly healed and rested. Preferably, in the shade. The sun was damned bright.

Little did he know this respite would be brief.

#missy rambles #missy writing #my oc #dalamus strighym #TADAAA #abuse mention #character bio

[lost-technology]

Odd little thing I am contemplating for that “Rem Lives” AU fic I started once I get to the relevant plot-areas on it, even if I get that far:  So, I plan for there to be points where Rem Does Crime - with Vash.  Like, they’ll break into Plant facilities to do tampering and repairs on Plants slated for Last Runs to prevent them and despite what they do, they earn rap sheets for trespassing, tampering with government / private property and so forth.  They also do some vigilantism, like intervening to help people out / clear names / prevent unjust executions when the cops are useless.  I may have to think of other crimes that would fit the Chaotic Good category - they do good things, but the powers that be don’t like it.   Of course, Vash’s destructive power and reputation for obliterating towns... part of that comes from good ol’ Nai trailing and taunting him, as in canon and most of the worst of it happens when Rem is taking her coldsleep periods.  I am thinking that with a nickname like “Stampede” there was probably a very funny incident with some toma.   Rem gets a nickname, too, and I’ve thought it out.  It changes over time to become something comic-book ridiculous.  Part of it is after the prosthetic eye she’s going to get in my plot.  (No, I’m not keeping her in a cool eyepatch, I actually need her to take a long surgery downtime for plot-movement reasons). They eye mostly matches her natural one in color, but is just a little off and in the right light the aperture / edge around the iris can look silver.  At some point, her surname is overheard / becomes known, so she becomes “Silver Eye Saverem.”  That gets passed from town to town, but people mis-hear and mispronouce “Sav-er-em” until people refer to her as “The Silver-Eyed Sovereign.”   or “The Silver Sovereign.”  And yes, at some point, the petty trespassing, activist-crimes and breaking up barfights somehow turns into tales of the most vicious and feared serial killers and no one knows if they’re a couple, or a brother-sister pair, or what.   

#vash the stampede #vash #rem saverem #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #trigun fanfiction #rem lives au #stupid outlaw names #the stupider the better #rem decorates her quarters in ship 3 with her wanted posters #everyone in the ship gets a good laugh

[avionvadion]

Kai'mana has finally gotten some decent camp clothes! The drow clothing looks super good on her with her scales, honestly. Astarion got the armor, Kai'mana got the clothing, lol.

Mostly just screenshots of my Dark Urge Kai'mana being pretty, but there are ASTARION ROMANCE SPOILERS below.

This is my second playthrough (because I lack self-restraint) so there are mentions of things that are revealed in Act Two.

ASTARION, PLEASE. XD

BABY. FEATHER BABY.

PROTECC

SHE GETS TO CARRY HIM!???? I LOVE IT.

I guess Dragonborn do count as the "buff" body type...

I can't actually believe they had the Dragonborn smooch. With their snouts, I figured Dragonborn would kinda... nuzzle or bump noses??? Something really affectionate and cute. Anyways, that's my headcanon. Astarion can place kisses to her snout, but she'd nuzzle his hair or something.

I do wish there was a way to trigger the romance without having to sleep with him, though. Especially since he later clearly expresses in Act Two that he's sex-repulsed/demisexual.

It's so interesting romancing Astarion from the beginning again, because you can tell when he's being genuine and putting on an act. And it's so sad. I want to give him all the hugs.

SHE'S. SO. FREAKING. PRETTY. LOOK AT HER SCALES. GORGEOUS. I LOVE HER SO MUCH. AHHHHHHHHHHH. HAVE YOU SEEN A PRETTIER DRAGONBORN DRUID???

Just... another screenshot of Kai'mana being ridiculously gorgeous, don't mind me. Also, I like that Volo was nice enough to replace her eye with a matching pink one- even though it's not necessarily identical, since the sclera of the fake one is white whereas the iris of her real eye takes up the whole space.

Gods, you're really pretty too. Even though I know the truth. T_T

NEW ARMOR. DYED.

She looks so badass. :3

I thoroughly enjoy how different her scales look in the different lightings. Sometimes they're the usual, sometimes they look purple with blue accents, sometimes they're black with blue accents- it's so fun. Really adds to the mystique, me thinks, and the charm.

I love this silly man so much.

Imagining Kai'mana and Astra (my Tav) in the same playthrough is so fun. But also I feel like if they both existed Kai'mana would actually be paired with Gale, since I love Astra with Astarion too much. That said, Kai'mana would still have that little thing with Shadowheart in the beginning because of how much they just click and get along, before realizing they're better off as besties.

Astra is the brains, Kai'mana is the brawn- Astra knows better than to have people poking her eyeballs, Kai'mana is like, "Y'know what? Couldn't hurt to try" and can now see invisible, lol.

And Astra would make sure BARD BESTIE IS SAFE.

Anyways, this is Astra for those who don't know. :3

Yes, I'm obsessed with the color blue. T_T

Her full name is Astra Tav'aria Duskraalis! Tav'aria is the pseudonym she uses for her works, as she is a Sorcerer Bard, while Duskraalis is her Drow surname. Her mother was a Wood Elf, while her father was Seldarine Drow.

#bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 dark urge #bg3 oc #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #dark urge

[sentofight]

Date wouldn't mind Hitomi wrapping her arm around his neck, and draw him down towards her. Lips meeting lips in something sweet, and mildly sinful.

Sigh, what a day. Aiba had decided to stay with Mizuki and Iris when they went to play this forge-whatever game. He wanted to hit the bed for a couple of hours before he returns back to work. Because he will go back to work, he didn't return to the Sagan's resident and opt to stay in his apartment. He ... didn't want to make that home a stop place. Even though he knows Hitomi wouldn't even think about it, the guilt eats him up for treating that warm home like a motel.

Geez, Mizuki ... she did turn up the place around since he said once she can add more of her flare to the place. At least, he got his couch untouched. Thanks, Zuki.

He dropped face first on the couch to catch some z's. God only knows how long he was passed out when he heard knocking on the door. "Gaah...! ... for the love of... just...sigh...fiine...I'm coming ..." pushing himself up, he rubbed the sleep off his face to see who was on the blasted door. "Aiba che--...right." she's not here to scan the door first.

"Yeah, yeah ..." he opened the door expecting a neighbor or dunno who because Mizuki got a key, and by default Iris is with Mizuki, but he didn't think that this one particular person would ever come here of all places. "Hi--" but before he could pronounce her name she was already in action. Her good arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him for a kiss. His good eye frantically, like the DVD logo, going up and down in confusion. What was just happening here? Hitomi? Here??

True his heart rate if Aiba was around would accurately tell that it shot off the roof, he might have a heart attack right this minute. He hadn't wrapped his arms around her for support due to the initial shock but now he register her presence in front of him.

"Hitomi, I..." he tried to mumble something against her lips which shortly she pulled away (GOD FUCKING KILL HIM, SHE IS BLUSHING!!! SHE IS BLUSHING!! HOW CAN HE NOT GET TURNED ON BY THAT LOOK ALONE, HUH!? THANK FUCKING GOD AIBA IS NOT AROUND TO RADIO OUT HIS THOUGHTS. though.. er, his face was an obvious tell when he was just staring at her dazed.)

"Uh ... it's ... you... want to come in?" he gulped. WHAT IS HE? A TEENAGER HAVING HIS GIRLFRIEND FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS ROOM!? FFFFFFF!!!! Sure, he says this but his arms had already secured her waist closer to him. Even if she got cold feet and decided to leave, it was not a choice now he was holding her. Nice work reflexes! Nice work!

"I know you might be upset I, um didn't come to your home." which he earned an ear twist and told him to correct his sentence. "-Ow--Oww! What? I--ow okay what did I say wrong??" Aiba help, he forgot what he said!!!!

"Er, ... I ... don't know ... " so much for detective. She frowned and said again 'your home' with emphatize on the your. "Oh." he blurted out in a low voice like that what upset her???? but it's her home, no?

"AH!" fuck it, idiot!!! of course! OF COURSE! gawd, end him now. HER!? just her? ... but he said he'll be part of this ..home...now he returns to distant himself. In his defense it's ... hard. He does not want to return to who he was 12 years ago, believe him. He does not want to be alone, he does not want to live the day as it is and have no interest in tomorrow. He does not want to feel like he could disappear and no one will ..care.

" . . . Sorry ... I'm sorry," there is nothing else he can say. He always make promises and fate always have the last laugh. Nothing works for him, personal life wise. Perhaps the only good thing that worked out in the end without a hitch was having mizuki around and to his surprise she changed her surname to his. Otherwise, he feels like he himself push and pull the whole ...being with the Sagan. It's his fault, his responsibility but damn it brain! these blasted thoughts!!!

unprompted | accepting | @psychcdelica

#ic.| date #psychcdelica #psychcdelica.| hitomi #nobody: ... my brain: YEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!!!!!! #[LET'S ANGST THIS OUT BUT LIKE..IN A GOOD WAY....? NO? NO.

[genderdotcom]

i think iris would change her surname to sholmes at some pt after the 2nd game and she would keep it after finding out the truth abt her parentage bc sholmes really is her dad in every way that matters- but i do also think they would figure out some way for her to be legitimately recognised as the daughter of klint van zieks but the problem here is that we just don't have enough information about the van zieks OR baskerville families to be able to guess at what titles or styles, if any, iris would be entitled to and that is really frustrating to me

#hello world #ace attorney #tgaa #if we go by the original story the baskervilles are a baronetcy but tgaa seems to imply theyre higher ranking than that #(and possibly higher than van zieks) #my guess is its all barons but the baskerville barony is older than the van zieks #hence their higher status

[sadiahakim]

Hi, I need some cosmic name suggestions from you to select a name for something... you can say it's a pet... but it's not a pet actually. So, would you please do that? I am grateful for this. Thanks

Hi!

I have no idea what kind of cosmic names you want, or for what gender or purpose. But here are some Cosmos inspired names (everything is cosmic):

(For space lovers)

For males

Leo, Zeke, Rigel, Lupus, Atlas, Deimos, Caelum

For female

Anzhelika (my fav🤩), Amalthea, Europa (this moon is my love), Belinda, Aurora, Juno, Carina, Nysa, Luna ( I love being called luna😅), Elara, Selene, Selena, Fay, Abell (This is one of my friend's surname), Helene, Larissa, Lyra, Norma, Rhea (This is my fav cousin's nickname and we shorten it further by saying "rhee" ), Andromeda

These are the names of moons or constellations or asteroid belts or clusters or galaxies. So, you can search for their meaning in space terms as well. Cz in general they may mean something else like the name lupus (wolf); Lupus is an autoimmune disease but it's also a name of constellation. And some of them can be used as gender-neutral names.

For plant lovers

Iris, Virginia, Daisy, Ivy, Daphne, Lunaria, Rebecca, Dianella, Zinnia , Fiona, Beth, Ruby, Tracey, Sylvia, Lilac, Lilly, Dahlia, Peony, Jasmine, Rosa, Laurel, Ash, Juniper, Erica, Heather, Cosmos, Hazel, Rauwolfia

#sadiahakim #answered asks #ask response #ask me questions #ask me things #thanks for the ask! #my asks #ask #ask to tag #ask me stuff #anon ask #answered #plants #space #names

[megarywrites]

Beer cheese soup, bouillabaisse, and bread soup :)

thanks!

Beer Cheese Soup | A scene from your wip that made you laugh

hmm this is hard, because the laughs have been few and far between for this wip lol there are some funny moments but I've been working on some of the darker moments lately so I can't really remember when I last laughed while writing a scene? but I may have during this snippet, because this is my dog's cameo in this book lol

An enthusiastic black and white farm dog greeted us not with barks, but the wag of an overly swishy tail, as we turned off the lane to the last farm on the outskirts of Grokolis. He lapped at our hands as we bent to pet him, his fur sun-warmed and soft. Solera hurried off, leaving the pair of us to follow her, when she noticed the farmer’s wife peeking out of the house. The dog bounded inside without a care, but I stopped beside Solera to listen to our instructions for the day. 

We were to tend to the farm animals and the garden, as she had more than enough on her hands with a gaggle of young children and a sick husband to care for to add farm work to her list of things to do. So, we set off, gathering eggs and milking goats. The dog joined us, scattering the chickens and stressing the goats out enough that they refused to stand still long enough to be milked. So, I offered to take him with me to the gardens while Solera finished up with the animals. 

He kept very close, nagging me for the occasional belly rub as he lounged beside me in the dirt, his head lolling in my lap, no matter how often I had to move. I picked the weeds, gathered the ripe tomatoes and peppers, and when Solera joined me, she started picking some of the citrus from the trees casting precious little shade over us in the increasingly warm day.

Bouillabaisse | Which character was hardest to name?

probably Solera and her younger brother, Aziri (who will be coming up later) 

their father is a native to Scinra, the nation/island she grew up on, and her mother is the daughter of immigrants from Betii, so she has a mixed culture home, so I wanted her (and Aziri’s) name to represent that. Scinra is inspired by Spain, and Betii by Ethiopia, so I was looking at the different languages to make a combination of words into their names. 

Sol is taking from the Spanish side, which means “sun” and -era is taken from the Amharic (romanicized) word yaberali, which means “shine” so Solera means “sunshine”

Aziri has a similar name construction. In Dracrie, there are two moons. One is silver in color, and the other a sort of turquoise-y blue. So Az is taken from the Spanish word azul--”blue”--and -iri is taken from the Amharic (again, romanicized) word biri--”silver”

it was fun figuring this all out but it took me a while to decide exactly what I wanted and what would fit them both alsdkjfalj

(also, the family’s last name is Aurado which is a combo of the Latin word aureum and the Spanish word dorado, both of which means “golden”)

((also, just for the record: Thala is taken from the (romanicized) Greek word thalassa which means “sea” and Galanis is a Greek surname that means “blue”))

Bread Soup | A character that developed into way more than intended

I’d probably say Cilia Rimal. I don’t think I’ve posted much about her, as she does have a smaller role (currently), but she’ll definitely be showing up again in the second half of the book. She is the Elder Sorma, aka the woman who is in charge of looking after the Stoli of Katania. She’s a lot more...lenient with the Stoli than the Diamo (Geros) is aware of, especially given that she makes a potion to protect them before they’re taken away on merchant ships for months at a time. Which is....highly illegal so to be doing something like that under Geros’ nose is quite brave and telling for her character, and this aspect of her will be developed further in the second half when she gets posed with the question of “who will you choose: the Stoli? or Geros?” 

send me soup asks? 

#ask #thewriteflame #wip: seafoam

[angeaxil]

What I planned for Genevieve by the End of her journey...

Note: This is an idea I had in my head that is not definitive for Genevieve’s story and is subjected to change/ edit on how I can put a suitable end to conclude it as I haven’t finalized the details that would lead to this. My other two ideas for her character conclusions somehow end up in a tragic ending which I will discuss in a different post (And I don’t want to subject Barok to that kind of grief c’mon please he went through enough let him be happy AT LEAST ONCE!)

⚠️ DGS SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT! ⚠️

The gentlewoman learned, based on what Lord Henry Baskerville told her in his deathbed, that she has lived her entire life under a false name due to her illegitimate birth and the actions her father took at the time fearing the consequences of such a scandal. That she, too, was a lady of the gentry just like Lady Baskerville, whom she had relations to as her half-sister.

And she, in light of this revelation, has decides to discard the last name “Bellerose,” but not throw away being Genevieve embracing her true surname “Baskerville,” and the position of being the head of the Baskerville family shortly after the death of her father who was the last known member until the discovery.

Iris connects two and two together, confronting Genevieve and discussing her maternal lineage at a later time when storm calms down— and conclude that she certainly IS a Baskerville just as much as she is a van Zieks. Genevieve gifts Iris a photograph of her and Lady Baskerville to give her something to cherish and some closure regarding her mother.

Iris Wilson plans to strength her relationship with her new-found family from both the van Zieks and the Baskervilles.

#tgaa oc #dgs oc #genevieve bellerose #iris wilson #dgs #tgaa #the great ace attorney #ace attorney #the great ace attorney chronicles #dai gykauten saiban #大丈夫逆転裁判

[kitwasnothere]

regarding the emoji oc ask game

✨❤️ for iris, 🍀✂️ for axel :>

oc ask game !!!

Iris🍷

✨️ - How did you come up with the OC's name?

• I simply wanted a purple OC, so I thought of things that were or could be purple. I eventually settled on the Iris flower, as well as a jellyfish motif.

• His name was originally Iris Murasaki but 1. It didn't make sense his first name wasn't japanese but his last was, 2. Most of twst have fairly english names, 3. Since Iris is already a mer-fae hybrid I might as well go all the way and make the 2011 half angle half demon deviantart oc of my dreams by giving him an outrageous name

• Next, I googled up the scientific name of the Iris flower and its synonyms, and while writing this i've realised ive been spelling his name wrong the entire time its sibirica not siribica im so sorry im so sorry but im too far gone to change his name

• I then mixed and matched different synonyms of Iris Sibirica like Iris sibirica f. albiflora. I think the word Mercia was recommended by my friend...

• So his full name technically is a first name, a middle name and a double surname of both his parents im sorry.... Iris Siribica Fayth-Mercia

❤️ - What is one of your OC's best memories?

• Since I already answered this one for another ask, I'll give another best memory, this time closer to the present ❤️💖

• One of Iris's best memories is when Axel approached him with a little gift - a jar full of paper stars.

• According to Axel, since he can tell Iris has a ton of emotional baggage and history that he doesn't tell, he gifts Iris a jar full of paper stars to give him good luck for the future moving forward, warding away the misfortune in his past.

• Iris asks how long did it take for him to make this, and Axel sheepishly responds that Azul was very baffled when he caught Axel at the dead of night in the common room folding stars.

• At first, Iris doesn't say anything.... Then he sighs, and gives Axel a pat on the head, with a " ...Thank you. You're a good kid. "

• And back in Iris's dorm room, he utters a quiet " Ouroboros La Fermata " to the jar of paper stars, so that his good luck may last forever.

• platonic love SWEEP !!! 💖💖💖💗💗💗💗

Axel💗

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

• Sooo like with Iris, I wanted a pink OC to draw... And usually the way I do things is by looking up a motif to stick to and then hopping onto roblox avatar catalog creator to design 😭😭

• I was originally gonna go for a pink jellyfish, but my friend already did that so I went for an axolotl gijinka instead... The jellyfish gijinka became Iris..

• I hop onto roblox avatar catalog creator until I'm satisfied and that's why Axel has the most atrocious cut on earth forgive him it makes no sense, but he cut it himself.

• and now i can play games as axel 💖💗

✂️ - What is one of your OC's worst memories?

• This is difficult 😭😭

• I suppose one of Axel's worst memories would be being hunted in the Coral Sea by a larger predator or worse, another mer...

• Axel hiding in between algae, trying his best not to move or make a sound as the other predator swims over him, casting a shadow.....

• He always thinks that he's lucky to be alive, especially for being an axolotl-mer in the Coral Sea, and he's glad that this kind of thing doesn't happen on land.

• Which is also why Axel's stronger in defense magic, to make up for his weaknesses 💗 wooow just like iris except iris branched out into other areas of magic too

#kit rambles #ask box #ask game #iris siribica🍷 #axel lotto💗 #twst ocs #twst oc #my ocs

[d4rkpluto]

very intrigued because i never read for him (plus he’s sexy), so im reading for leon kennedy. (couldn’t include pics so ima reblog them instead).

✞ 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘 ✞

pluto is an amateur cop (trainee or new hire) for the raccoon city police department. before the outbreak you were ultimately known as the “rookie”, but also beat the odds of living up to that title. you’re *insert surname* now after earning respect two weeks in—someone threw sexual comments and was met with solid punches🤭 you’re claire redfield’s replacement, so you’d be the interchangeable character instead of her.

leon would definitely be your savior, or at least try to be. we all know that he’s the number one protector of raccoon city (loved showing off that badge lmao) and that he’s invested in its number of survivors, but because you’re someone he’s familiar with you’ll be one of his top priorities. and damn it, he knows that you don’t need his help (especially since you’re intent on reminding him) but he can’t help himself and doesn’t really try to. lmao he’s such a sap fr because he’d still be pining after you despite the world going to shit. def the “after this is all over, wanna go on a date?” before shooting a zombie’s brains out. he’s also a man whore idc what the game portrays, this man has bodies and not the ones he killed lmaoo. so he’s physically attracted to you ofc but bc y’all can’t dtm he’d replace his lust for invasive questions. not uncomfortable ones but ones that make your eyebrows pinch or jump. he’s like a little boy fr or a kid in a candy store, just excited to be around you for hours on end. the rule of sticking together so we don’t die alone makes him feel wanted or needed by you, it’s kinda selfish but not intended to be. he’s giddy. it’s like your crush coming up to you for the homework answers and y’all end up exchanging numbers in the process.

how would (aged up) mike from stranger things perceive me?

brah this long ahh ask

thank you for your patience kim I KNEW LEON WOULD LOVE ME IM HIS OTHER HALF. and i would say YES :) <3 to his offer for sure!

your question - how would aged up mike from stranger things perceive you?

shufflemancy ⬎ 

⟶ iris by pastel ghost

⟶ say it right by nelly furtado

⟶ night drive by my!lane

⟶ warning by kojo funds

⟶ [i like] the way you love me by michael jackson

⟶ empathy by crystal castles

i dont know if you view mike from stranger things romantically, but if you do, mike would be aware that you feel a type of way towards him, i feel like he isnt as stupid as the show portray him as, it could be because you could be obvious about your emotions as well. in the end mike would be someone who is grateful for how you perceive/feel about him.

i do see that if you were a character in stranger things, you would be a character very close to mike, due to the fact that you will know things about him that other people dont know. and if you werent an original character, i do believe that he will easily let you in, unlike how he was compared to max [love her sm].

with the songs that have come out for the shufflemancy it does seem like mike would find you to be a character that is very magical-like, he would find you to be someone who is ethereal, that could be another reason why he would let you in easily, he would think of you to be someone who is a great asset to the team.

i see that your character would be someone who does not have the best home situation, or he could be aware that you are someone who could get over-whelmed, because there's this issue of him being very empathetic towards you, but i feel like compared to his younger self, current mike is someone who is open about most things and would be a great listener.

there would be moments when mike would think your character does revolve the idea of love? it might sometimes annoy him because of what they're going through right now, there could be moments when he cant or wont be able to think about romance because their lives are in danger.

overall, i do think that mike would like your energy, aside from traits he could perceive as flawed, mike would think of you to be one of the least annoying people in the group.

#plutogames

[private-bryan]

15 Question Tag Game | OC Edition

Cheers for tagging me @queer-cosette - I don't have many OC's tbh (Shea is the only one I can think of that's named, and he's a Sidhe so some of these qestions wouldn't apply), so you'll have to do with one from my oft-mentioned but never shared NaNoWriMo from last year.

Said OC is named Simon Trevethick, a "Weaver" who has had a rather unfortunate past (which both is and isn't his fault - at the same time, for the same reason) and he is the deuteragonist of the story and the mentor of the protagonist.

Rules: answer the questions below as yourself and/or your OC. (I'd also add that you make your own post).

Are they named after anyone? Not really. The surname is mutated a bit from someone I knew at school, but is otherwise just plucked from the ether.

When was the last time they cried? That depends on whether you're asking him or not. According to him, it would be the day that he and his husband separated, about seven years prior to the start of the story; in actuality, it was much more recent, only a couple of days before he's introduced.

Do they have kids? Simon and his partner had adopted two kids, a girl and a boy named Olivia and Jack. It's a fairly major plot point as to why he no longer has them, and should I ever be able to pluck up enough courage to edit it and post it I don't want to spoil it by explaining why now; suffice to say I fridged them as part of a time paradox.

Do they use sarcasm? Sparingly, but he's rather biting with it when he does use it. He's a rather depressed man, for reasons, and tends to shun most social interactions anyway.

What’s the first thing they notice about people It's really how curious people are. In his line of work, you wouldn't even get to meet him unless you had the setting's gift, and he's a researcher of sorts into it. He likes to see if people take notice about the weirdness around them, and what exactly they focus on.

What’s their eye colour? Very dark brown. Simon's eyes are rather thin and hooded as well, so the pupil and iris take up a lot of the space that you can see, and makes the eyes look almost black.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings. The poor boy suffers enough with his day job and a rather sad past to want to watch horror.

Any special talents? Simon is a Weaver, which is essentially a magic user in modern times - technically he's manipulating the fundamentals of reality, but we'll go with magic. He's also a nifty sword fighter (again, "job" related).

Where were they born? Like me, he was born in Portsmouth and so has a special connection to the place. He's a bit older than I am though, having been born in 1976.

What are their hobbies? Simon lives an almost monastic life (by choice), and doesn't really do anything outside of his day job to be honest. The only hobby he really has other than that is rock shaping, but that's mainly to keep him in practice for his research. He does do recreational maths, but even he knows that's rather geeky and keeps that to himself.

Do they have any pets? He and his husband had a dog (a Springer Spaniel named Irene) when they were married, but Simon made sure his partner took it when they separated; unfortunately Irene had passed away before the story started.

What sports do they play/have they played? Simon used to play Rugby at school, and also fenced/sword-fought with his co-workers regularly until he retreated into his work.

How tall are they? 5'7" - He's a short king

Favourite subject in school? Maths. He's always liked now neat and predictable maths is, and the man finds solace in numbers where he can't in people as an adult.

Dream job? He has his dream job now, being a Weaver, but if he wasn't one he'd most likely want to be some kind of accountant or computer programmer.

Tagging @imstressedx, @areseebee, @derrygirlstrash @notactuallyerinquinnfromderry and anyone else who would like to talk about their OC

#tag game #ocs

[archivelondonfalling-rpg]

Clementina “Cleo” Ochoa-Shah ♦ Jack the Giant Killer ♦  The Heist Specialist ♦ Cis-woman (she/her) ♦ 35 ♦ Jolly Rogers ♦ Bartender

“What's more human than the fight for survival?”

Being born to two societally-rich families came with long lines of interesting history for Clementina Ochoa-Shah. Before Cleo Ochoa-Shah, there was Iri Shah, The Great. Shah, a noble and honorable surname hailing Indian emperors, kings, princes and lords–– including Cleo’s father. Iri was born during a modern time that influenced him in “devilish” ways according to the Shah family. The great Iri landed himself in costly situations during his bachelor days, being widely talked about in the community he grew up due to his immature ways of living. Late nights, too many dates, (addiction to) drinking, drugs and dancing cost him a well-built reputation. His parents had raised him to be the perfect son and husband to carry the Shah name. Iri attended private schooling, won awards in sports and athletics, received no less than an A and was heavily involved in the church he grew up in. Then–– Iri met Cora. Cora was an addiction in a new form. Iri relinquished all noble titles, choosing to be with Cora after a whirlwind romance. The pair moved to Cora’s home in Monterrey, Mexico. Within 3 months of dating each other, the young couple found out they were soon expecting. Iri was shocked, almost in disbelief of Cora. The trust issues that had been drilled in him since he was a young child came to full display once he received the news from his new girlfriend, the same one he claimed he loved enough to give it all up for. The same one he actively hid his alcohol and drug addiction from.

When Cleo was little, she dreamed of being a normal girl but overtime, she realized her life was her normal. It was as normal as it could get for someone like her.

Cora Ochoa was a strong woman born into a family of Mexican diplomats representing a government of its own kind. Cora’s relationship with Iri brought judgment but she was focused on one thing: her family. She wanted her daughter to experience the luxuries she had growing up but she had to find ways other than her family to have her own wealth. As Iri grew farther and farther from his royal tendencies, he picked up a few of his own sort. A tendency he happened to flourish in was gambling, especially after a few drinks. He would bring Cleo to the casino at a young age while Cora was at university. As Cleo grew up, she realized how chaotic her parents truly were. Her father was a royally shamed man, trying to keep up for the sake of his daughter and partner. Her mother was a hard working woman, falling through the cracks as she tried to maintain a stable environment for Cleo. Then, when Cleo was twelve years old, her parents informed her they were moving to London. She was young, naive to assume this was voluntary.

Over time, she realized the truth. Both of her parents had been formally disowned by their family’s for their own personal choices. However, the freedom she experienced in London was like no other. For the first time, Cleo didn’t have someone watching over her. People didn’t try to limit her imagination, nor did they try to influence her to do something the “correct” way, she was her own person. Nobody compared her to her father or her mother, she was brand new in London.

The Ochoa-Shah’s exiled from glory, eventually finding dark paths in London. Their demeanor didn’t stop Cleo from always wanting more. She knew what she came from and she was determined to grow fruitful in her own ways. She was no longer enrolled in private boarding school, opting for the normalcy of London schools. There, she was introduced to the taste of stolen goods and the rest was history.

Cleo knows the game of being morally good and bad and she enjoys teetering it. She recognizes the right thing she has to do for the made-up laws of the world: being an A-level student, graduating with a good-paying degree in a specific field and keeping her opinion to herself so nosey people don’t get in her way.

+ / -  : Detailed, honest, loyal, dependable, conniving, devious, withdrawn, volatile

Cleo grew up in Mexico until she was 12 years old and has not been back since. She often daydreams about her childhood in Mexico.

Cleo is a Gemini and recently has been getting into astrology and cosmology.

Cleo loves coffee but hates tea. She will have one cuppa a year.

Cleo has a complicated relationship with her family but remains in contact with them.

Cleo was a medicinal chemist for a biotechnology and pharmaceutical company for almost a decade but chose to leave her career field for her role as heist specialist.

Cleo joined the Jolly Rogers at 18 years old before she committed full-time to her new position.

Faceclaim : Summer Bishil

#taken #crime rp #oc rp #skeleton rp #semi appless rp #summer bishil #Clementina Ochoa-Shah #writtenbyella #jolly rogers