#sona: torch

[torchsart]

cringe art i never posted bc it was cringe. a little doodle for myself but that i will release into the public now bc its cringe year ig. kissing this nokia as we speak

[torchiiko]

envisioned in my mind. an incredibly crigne isekai randtorch fic. i will sya no more

[hauntedberries]

made fantasy versions of my usual bag contents for a uni org drawing prompt and wanted to format it like a silly rpg!

[peachupichupeach]

spidersonas trend died long ago but im still not over my lesbians

[gs-artchive]

the amateur editor is back, surprised she remembers how to do shit, and finally figured out how to mess with her settings

[leaf4e]

they have eyeshine like some nocturnal animals

[millenianthemums]

a while back i posted this drawing of a hypothetical superpowered form for Mabel. well, around the same time i drew these little comics of how that ties in with the Friendship AU, and today i finally went back to color the last part, so i felt like sharing this!

basically it’s like, Bill doesn’t have his reality warping powers in real life anymore, but lucid dreaming works pretty much exactly the same way. so he and Mabel start using that spell from Dreamscaperers to hang out in the mindscape together. that three-eyed magical form is basically a sona Mabel designed because Bill pointed out she could change her appearance in the mindscape if she wanted, and she wanted to look cool, but a giant rainbow dragon-kitten was too big a departure to start out with.

Mabel’s not as good at bending the “reality” of the mindscape to her will as Bill is; he’s spent eons doing it, and there’s a lot of things about it that are a lot harder than you’d think. if you don’t do it right, things won’t work the way you wanted, unwanted subconscious elements can crop up, and the dream scenario can fall apart or even turn dangerous. so Bill starts teaching Mabel his methods, mostly just to brag and feel superior. but it turns out she’s REALLY good at this stuff. she picks it up SUPER fast, way faster than Bill did. her vivid imagination and boundless willpower let her create whole worlds from nothing but a thought.

Bill never wanted to have a kid. he resented the idea of “passing the torch”, or “hiring your replacement” as he calls it. but before all this, he’d never watched somebody he’d been teaching and guiding just absolutely shine as they use the skills he taught them, as a universe of possibilities shines before them. he never thought he’d get to see all existence through new eyes again.

it just hits different, is all.

[darknight3904]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖈𝖊

ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ! ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ / ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ /ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴇʀʏ'ꜱ Qᴜᴀʀʀᴇʟ ᴀᴛ ᴅʀɪꜰᴛᴍᴀʀᴋ. ʟᴀᴅʏ ʀʜᴀᴇʟʟᴀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴘꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴛᴀᴍᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ.

Warnings: Aegon being Aegon, Canon events surrounding Aemond's 13th birthday, and the Madame (no explicit details.)

129 AC

The ocean water is warm today. It foams up as it crashes onto the shore where she stands barefooted. Today is a day full of uncertainties and untameable nerves. Today is the day she wil claim a dragon. 

“You will become sick standing in the sea like that.” Jace says

"The ocean is warmer here on Dragonstone than on Driftmark." Rhaella says, dismissing his concerns.

"Are you excited?" He asks, standing beside her, letting the ocean wash over his boots.

"I am nervous. Sona has never been claimed before." She sighs

"I am sure you will be able to do it," Jace assures her

"That is easy for you to say, Vermax hatched while you were still a babe." She sighs

"All true Targrayens are dragon riders. I will not see one of my children remain dragonless."

Rhaella whips around to see Daemon approaching. He is relentless in his father-daughter bonding attempts.

"Jacaerys, your mother wishes to see you." Daemon says

Rhaella ignores how he stands next to her after her cousin has left the beach. Waves crash against rocks as her eyes remain fixed on the horizon.

"This silent treatment is becoming old. You are ten and four, you're no longer a child." He reminds her

"What does Rhaena think of me doing this?" She asks, ignoring his comment, "Of me trying to claim a dragon before her?"

"Her thoughts are not important....Sona has rejected her attempts before." Daemon says, "This dragon is for you, Rhaella, no one else."

Daemon's words are touching. Their relationship is still a rocky one though. The past three years have been spent with him flying between Dragonstone and Driftmark. After his marriage to Rhaenrya she had expected that he'd abandon her, Baela and Rhaena. And yet, every few weeks he'd show up on the shore with Caraxes at his side. He'd spend time with her younger sisters and then come barging into her room as though he owned the entire castle. It had taken many moons for them to have a fully civil conversation devoid of yelling and rude comments but eventually, they formed a sort of friendship. That of course did not mean they got along, just that she had come to tolerate him since he seemed intent on not leaving her life.

"The Dragonkeepers say that it is best to approach Sōna now. She enjoys afternoon naps and will become angry if we disturb her later in the day." Daemon says

Sōna's lair is darker than any night sky Rhaella has ever seen. Water drips from somewhere as she points the torch in front of her, trying to see where the dragon might be. Gods, she hoped she was not about to be eaten.

Another 50 paces into the cave and Rhaella is beginning to think the Dragonkeepers have lied about this dragon existing at all. The dampness of the cave is beginning to seep into her bones, she swears every hair on her body has stood up on alert.

And then there is a glitter of white meeting her eyes, the fire that barely illuminates a few steps in front of her has reached something magnificent.

Sōna's brilliant blue eyes are staring at her. Rhaella is looking into the eyes of a dragon. A shiver snakes through her body as she maintains eye contact and slowly drops the torch.

"Zaldrīzes rȳbus, lo mērī udrirzi Valyrio eglio ȳdrassua"

Daemon's last words before she had entered this lair echo in her mind.

A dragon only listens if you speak in High Valyrian.

She finds herself unsure of what to do now, so she speaks and prays to every god there is that this beast does not open her mouth to burn her alive.

"Iksā gevie." She says slowly, "Eman dreamed hen ao syt ñuha giez ābrar.

You are beautiful. I have dreamed of you for my whole life.

Sōna lets out a deep rumble and Rhaella is unsure about the dragon's thoughts on her compliment.

She slowly begins to move towards the side of Sōna's head. The dragon lets out another grumble as she draws close.

"lykirī. Iksan daor kesīr naejot ōdrikagon ao."

Calm down. I am not here to hurt you.

Rhaella's heartbeat pounds in her ears as her hand touches Sona's rough skin.

"Kesi sagon rōvēgrie raqirossa, Sōna. Mazeminna care hen ao lo ao ivestragī nyke claim ao"

We will be great friends, Sōna. I will take care of you if you let me claim you.

Rhaella gently runs her bare hand along Sōna's jawline. The dragon lets out a sharp sound, almost like a trill of sorts. Rhaella smiles as Sōna lets her continue. Has she truly done it? Has she truly claimed a dragon of her own?

Sōna lets out another gurgle before pushing her head further into Rhaella's waiting arms.

"Sir iksi hēnkirī ēva morghon ñuha riña. Nyke kivio naejot gaomagon ao ȳgha"

Now we are together until death, my girl. I promise to keep you safe.

Her voice is no more than a whisper into the cave but the dragon hears it all the same. Rhaella cannot help the wide smile that stretches across her face when her dragon lets out a noise of agreement.

"The winter snow reaches out and claims a woman. Black banners rise behind them. Green rises to meet the snow."

Aemond is unsure what to make of his sister's words. He had come to her room to play with his little niece and nephew who are learning how to stand on their own. They babble with happiness when he shakes a wooden dragon in their faces.

"The snow will meet green over fields of fire and blood," Heleana says, not bothering to look up from her needlework.

"They are growing quickly." Aemond says, hoping to turn the conversation to something more lucid and interesting for him

"They eat often. The boy more than the girl." Heleana says to him

"You will sit the Iron Throne one day, Jaehaerys," Aemond says to the baby who grabs at his hand and attempts to place it in his mouth

Aemond smiles down at his nephew and niece, they are two of the few living beings in this castle that do not fear him.

The castle is bustling with life, as it often does during the day. Maids scurry about, cleaning, and rat catchers lead their dogs about the halls. The feel of his practice sword in its sheath is a familiar one as he makes his way toward where Cole awaits him in the training grounds. Normally he'd try to rouse Aegon from his sleep but it had been weeks since he had successfully dragged his older brother from bed to train.

The clashing of steel is better than any music he's heard as Cole points out how to hold his arms in a way that keeps the sword from being knocked from his hands.

Aemond takes note of how he is rapidly approaching his teacher's height. The top of his head is finally in line with Cole's eyes, just a few more years and he is sure he will outgrow him, after all, he is already a bit taller than Aegon.

"Have you heard the news?" Cole asks in between sips of water from a large flagon that sits nearby.

"What news?" Aemond asks, not recalling anything his mother might have told him this morning at breakfast.

"Word from Dragonstone to the king. Rhaella Targaryen has claimed a dragon." Cole says, "Queen Alicent read it this morning to his grace."

Rhaella had a dragon? Aemond wondered what dragon she might've claimed. He knew there were many unclaimed ones on Dragonstone. He tried to imagine the delicate Rhaella on the back of a beast like Vermithor. It was rather humorous in his mind.

"What dragon has she taken?" Aemond asked

"Your uncle conveniently left that out, my prince," Cole said

Of course, Daemon would leave that out. Aemond had wondered what changed between Rhaella and Daemon. The last time he had spoken to Rhaella she had been deadset on pretending he didn't exist and now he was helping her claim some unnamed dragon. Maybe he ought to write her again. Things had been tense when he hugged her goodbye on Driftmark's shores. Her nose had still been swollen from his punch, which he regrettably had yet to apologize for.

For the first year, they had exchanged many letters, talking of mundane things such as Rhaella's struggle with holding swords upright during her training with the Master of Arms at Driftmark. And how he had discovered that growing up also meant being forced to stand still for measurements to be taken regularly as he was outgrowing all his favorite clothes. Eventually, though, the letters became less frequent and one day stopped entirely. His mother said it was part of growing up and that it was all for the best since she was "separate" from their family. Aemond tried to believe her, he truly did, but at night when he lay in his bed he found himself missing Rhaella's companionship.

"Shall we continue?" Cole asked, snapping him from his thoughts.

Aegon could not believe he left his chamber for this. Surely his bed and cups of wine were better than all of this.

"It is your brother's name day, try to look presentable." His mother had hissed in his ears when she pulled him down the many steps of the Red Keep.

Aegon did not care about Aemond's name day. Why should he care if his brother was ten and three? Aemond was going to have a thousand name days, Aegon didn't see why he should bother himself to be at all of them.

He still could barely believe his Lord Father had been able to plan and attend this family dinner. Viserys had sent the invitations himself, apparently wishing for his family to gather for Aemond's name day. Aegon still thought it was a dull idea.

His eyes scan the dinner table and they land on Princess Rhaenys, or more specifically who was next to her. His Uncle Daemon's three daughters, loud-mouthed as they were, had grown, Aemond's friend most of all. That blue silk dress of hers was doing nothing to hide the curves Aeggon could practically taste from across the table.

"Stop your staring." His...dear Grandsire said, sending a kick to Aegon's shin under the table

Aegon knows he is dense, but even he does not miss they way Aemond's eyes...or well eye...remain fixed on Rhaella through the night. Perhaps he has underestimated his little brother, maybe there is more to him than books and sword training with Cole. Perhaps this was finally a chance for Aegon to introduce Aemond to true fun.

He can feel the smirk stretch across his face as he plans their evening in his mind. Yes, it was finally time to bring Aemond into his world, to show him what other fun there was to be had.

Rhaella has never felt more awkward. When Rhaenys had announced that they would attend a dinner for Aemond's name day at the request of King Viserys, she wished she could be like Lord Corlys, and simply declare she would not go. It was not that she did not want to see Aemond, she just felt distant from him.Perhaps it was the lack of apology for her face or maybe it was the three years that passed since she had chosen Driftmark over him. She swore he was still upset about all of that.

Aemond's eye had been on her the whole night, Rhaella couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing.

When they had first arrived, Rhaella had sought him out, perhaps it was just a force of habit but she had found herself at his door. When she peered in, she had expected Aemond to look the way he did when she said goodbye to him on the shore of Driftmark, a snot-nosed, one-eyed boy who was begging her to get on the ship or climb aboard his new dragon with him. Instead, she saw an entirely different person. He was sat with a large book. His newly broken voice had filled her ears, he was practicing his Valyrian. His hair was just past his shoulders and Rhaella could tell he had grown significantly in their time apart, surely he was taller than her now. What stuck out to her the most though was his face, it had sharpened and become rather handsome, most of all though, a gleaming sapphire sat where his missing eye used to be.

She wasn't sure why but she slipped away, not bothering to alert him of her presence. Maybe his new appearance had startled her, or hypnotized her, she truly was unsure of it all.

After dinner had concluded, Rhaella tried slipping away, perhaps she'd visit the library, the castle's library had always been far superior to Driftmark's.

"Are you scared of me?"

A foreign voice fills her ears just as she reaches the doors to the library.

"Aemond." She breathes when she turns to face him, his sapphire eye is now covered with a dark leather eyepatch, "Were you following me?"

She did not hear any footsteps but that did not mean it was impossible.

"You did not look at me once during dinner. Nor did you visit when you arrived yesterday. You are avoiding me." He said, his voice had a twinge in it, like his feelings were hurt.

When did he get so observant and bold?

"I was not avoiding you, Aemond." Rhaella said, looking at him.

"Then why leave dinner so quickly, you ran as tough your hair was on fire." He jests

"You..." She decides it is best to be honest with him, "You are making me nervous."

Aemond lets out a snort of laughter.

"Why? Does my appearance frighten you?" He asks, stepping closer to her so they were only an arms length away

"No! No. It is just...different. I was expecting the same boy who cried after I told him that I'd remain in Driftmark. You have grown up, that is all." She explained honestly

"As have you. You are ten and four now, yes?" He asked

"Yes." She said

It was uncanny how he was taller than her now, truly unfair considering he was still younger than her.

"Aemond!"

What did she do to the gods that they were cursing her with Aegon's presence?

"Aemond! Come, the festivities are not over." Aegon declared, wrapping an arm around Aemond's shoulders.

"Hello, Aegon." She greeted

"Yes, hello." Aegon greeted, his eyes briefly scanning her up and down.

"Where are we going? Mother and father have both gone to bed." Aemond asked, confused.

"I am going to show you the world, little brother," Aegon said

Rhaella thought that was a stupid sentence. It sounded like something out of a bad romance story.

"Might we bring Rhaella? I want to speak to her more." Aemond asked

"No." Aegon said immediately

Rhaella glared at him, how dare he say where she could and could not go?

"It is for men only. You are a man now, little brother, or well you will be by the end of the night." Aegon laughed "Come, we're going now."

Rhaella watched as Aegon walked off.

"I am sure he is just taking me to some tavern he likes. It isn't for noble ladies though." Aemond said

"How long will you be gone?" Rhaella asked, suddenly sad that he wasn't going to stay with her.

"Not long. Wait in the library, I'll come to you when we're done." Aemond said before turning, "I want you to tell me about the dragon you have claimed."

Rhaella smiled as she watched Aemond race after his brother, perhaps appearances had changed but he was still the boy she knew, even though years had passed.

Aemond has never felt more unsure of himself. He has spent the last three years creating a person that is untouchable, devoid of weaknesses, and yet his hands are shaking and his mind is racing. Despite the late hour, he sits in a bath that he ordered a maid to draw for him. The soap and soft rag are rubbing his skin raw as he tries to rid himself of the whore's sickly sweet perfume.

Aegon's laughter was ringing in his ears. The way his elder brother had laughed and pointed as her hands had run down his body. She had been soft and warm yet Aemond had not enjoyed any of it. His skin felt like it was crawling when it had ended. Why did Aegon enjoy doing that regularly? Surely acts like that were not worth dedicating entire establishments to.

His hair is sticking to his neck as he sits in the water. Perhaps if he sits here long enough he will be washed away and the memories of tonight will fall away as well. His eye squeezes shut when he recalls the way her voice had sounded in his ears, loud and wonton, almost like the sound of a dying animal.

Fuck. He wished he could take it all back, he should've ignored his brother and just gone to bed, then all would be right and he wouldn't wish to peel his skin from his bones. His skin is red by the time he is done with it all. Surely he has removed the layer that her hands were all over.

He feels dizzy as he forces himself out of the comfort of the bath. He thinks of Rhaella, surely she is not waiting for him still.

Once he is dressed though, his legs lead him to the library anyway. Maybe he is just seeking comfort in familiarity but all he knows is for once in his life, he is not alright with being alone. The library is silent, and very dark when he enters. He nearly turns back to return to his own chamber when a pale flicker of light catches his eye.

A stump of a candle is all that illuminates the scene he finds her in. Her head is resting in her arms as half her body is resting on the table. Her nose is whistling ever so slightly as she sleeps. He quietly sits down next to her, just her presence is enough to calm his racing mind. Her long hair is free from its usual braids and tumbles down her shoulders. It is softer than it looks as he wraps a strand around his finger. His eye examines her face that is just barely illuminated by the candle. Her features had sharpened, just like his had the past three years and Aemond cannot deny that it suits her. Her familiar scent invades his nose as he rests his head on the table to stare at her, he smiles as he thinks of her waking to find him next to her.

"Gevī"

Beautiful

And so we dig into the romance of the story...

Sorry if the Valyrian is wrong, obviously I'm not fluent in it and I used an online translator for this story.

By the way, Sōna means snow in Valyrian. ;)

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[ego-osbourne]

Herobrine Sheet

I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THE FROM THE FOG MOD

He’s a little freak ass. He’s adorable. I hate him. If he ever disappeared I would burn all my builds.

I’ve decided I like the glitch skin the best, and wanted to capture his awkward and mischievous attitude in his design (deliberately separate from my fic series design of HB [though that isn’t to say I won’t take inspo from this one and apply it to the fic HB]). He stands kinda stiff and slanted, and has a constant squinty-eye for no other reason than I love him.

He can’t speak, so his little “h h h”s that he’s doing in the drawing is like a breathy, quiet laugh.

Also yeah that’s supposed to be a redstone torch — still figuring out how to do lighting for those

Also also … the way I’m already crafting a little story out of my interactions with FtF. But, while I want to write it, I’m not sure how to do it in regards to my sona? Do I just write it as myself? Or create a different character as a stand-in? Unsure yet, or if I’ll even commit to a mini-fic, but we’ll see

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

decided to have a bit of fun while doing some Fable art!

Flare is my little allay-sona, and I wanted to doodle her a bit more, along with wanting to draw Arisanna again

So here's a little doodle! I headcanon that Ari would've switched Flare's torch or flint and steel to a lantern- because that's a big fire hazard. When Flare's not lighting up the books or halls for the visitors, Caspian, Ari, or other allays, she's got her nose deep in books related to nature and medicine!

I imagine she's taken quite the liking to her big sister's new girlfriend as well, due to the nature stuff. And if Ulysses or Rae ever visits, she's probably somewhere near them, wanting to listen in.

And Ari's in the archives and I think that's neat! For this drawing I imagine Flare giggling in return to the light-hearted notification, before lifting the lantern again.

I love the silly little allays RAHHHH :]

[torchsart]

yippee happy valentines!! my beloved my darling my sweetheart!!! ive cooked smth up for his birthday too he deserves all the love in the world (but specifically from Me) 💙💙💙

[billstar08846]

Little story I write because I'm bored

Villager night but public server..

(my MC sona name Nanny)

(Herh are from villager night by avocado)

(everything happened before Steve ever coming and I write it for fun)

(and...I didn't ship nanny with herh they just friends so don't misunderstand ^_^)

The sun is rising now Nanny get out of her little tent made from wool she walking to the way to village it maybe a little far but not possible when arrive nanny spot herh who sitting under the three near forest seem he is sleeping nanny and him been friends for while..she sitting beside him pull out two Bread from inventory

Nanny: wake up sleepyhead...

Herh: *slow wake up and see you hand him a bread* thank you!...how are you? Have seen you since after last week how you done is your life going well?

Nanny: nothing changed much...everyday same for me fishing a fish and go to cave I still cannot find diamond yet I still don't have a house but my tent...but guess I'm done fine...how are you herh?

Herh: *he took bite of bread before answer* I'm done fine! My life wasn't that hard...maybe struggle sometimes..but yeahi can say nothing really happened here it really peaceful and Hiro are protect us

*He lay his head on nanny shoulder nanny look at him and smiles at him a bit she pat his head as you took the last bite of bread*

Nanny: wanna go fishing together for once maybe you can learn from it...don't worry when it getting dark I well bring you back to village I promise

Herh: really? Sure...just promise you didn't leave me in dark you have no idea how dangerous it was

*both standing up herh follow nanny who walking way into forest to go fishing together there not many times that herh leaving his village like this*

*later both is fishing together herh look at nanny who got amount of fish while herh got alone 5-6 he not great at fishing..he sometimes focus on something around him than Fish that come to bite his bait that why most of time he miss the chance*

Herh: hey nanny...let me show you something *he threw fishing rod away before jumping into river before caught up a fish in his hand* who need rod when you can caught like this! *he said proudly*

Nanny: yeah sure...but I prefer the fishing rod than get into water those drowned zombies won't leave me alone *you watch him getting up from water as he get rid a water from his clothes before sitting back beside you*

The sun getting down now...nanny holding her torch to land the way back to villager like she promised to herh as they are a bit hurry the last thing they want is hostile mob are spawned...they saw the village now and finally they arrived*

Herh: wait...what about you nanny? You didn't plan to back him through the night like this? You can stay here in my house if you want to...

Nanny: is okay...I'm fine...i have sword and shield to protect myself don't worried about me...See y'all tomorrow! *wave bye before walking into forest*

Herh: yeah...see you tomorrow! *wave bye*

@nikipacifist

Bonus

Imagine this is what happens when nanny back to tomorrow

[torchiiko]

i think fandom ocs/sonas are literally so awesome btw its like saying "i like this thing so much i wanna be part of it" & thats just so nice :)

[grayisartist]

WIP Wednesday!

Ty for tagging me @fenrelmercar!

Not only do I have some WIPs of my art but I also have a snippet of my next chapter of my fic!

It's probably a little too late to tag someone else so consider it next weeks tag!

Passing the torch to @durgeapologist @rhoxxia and @tsokii

These are just some doodles, I've been trying to get some of my ideas out of my head onto a canvas but I can never seem to finish them lol

The first one is hard based off of a few dragons from Dragon Adventures! I wanted to draw Tarasyl'nin's dragon for the dragon rider AU I've been thinking about recently! And the second is my sona Dragonfly, he's a Baryonx! I've been working on a commisions sheet as well so expect that in the near future!

I also have the a snipet from my next chapter of Tarasyl'lahn Sul'emalan:

He was curious the next time he would see the man with the amethyst-colored eyes again, but he was told that he didn’t really venture to this side of the capital regularly. It only made him want to explore more to try and find him. Although he did remember hearing Ghilan’nain talking about some sort of war and a front line that needed to be held. He didn’t know what the second part meant yet there were a lot of confusing things that he didn’t quite understand. It would take time to learn them, which was frustrating, but he knew that he had a lot of free time to learn more. Thanks to his basic understanding of their language, he could read certain sections of books, but not a lot.

His lack of independence was starting to get frustrating. Although he understood a good chunk of their language he could not speak much, the syllables were odd on his tongue and didn’t quite sound the same as when the elves spoke it. His native tongue was harsh, and sharp sounding while the Elvhen language was much more lyrical and smooth. When expressing his frustration to Ghilan’nain she informed him that his accent was the issue, the sound his voice made was different. It would take. More. Time. He was sick of waiting he wanted to be able to leave and get back to what he knew.

Ghilan’nain refused to let him outside the capital and had informed him that the guards would stop him if he tried. She said it was “too dangerous” and that there are too many things he doesn’t understand that his new body is much more fragile. Of course, he understood that. He was all too aware of his tender flesh and being out of tune with his form.

If he was stuck here, he needed to do something, as much as he enjoyed laying in the sun and exploring the giant castle the elves called home; he needed to do something to occupy his time better. Despite his lack of awareness of the events going on he wanted to help.

[pocket-goat]

two iterator oc references i never posted! Mushrooms Underfoot is my iterator sona i made for fun! Seven Burning Torches isnt technically a sona but he's very dear to my heart <3 (is it obvious what my favourite colour palette is,,,,)

[magixfairyix]

Vengeance and Champange

Iorda goes after Sona, one of the minions of the Shaman Witch. Sona has been poisoning students at Cloud Tower, but several days earlier, a spell of the sorceress' had forced Iorda to live through all her worst moments.

And Iorda wants revenge.

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Iorda paced through the hallway of Cloud Tower, eyes narrowing at the flickering gargoyle torches on the walls in case there were any irregularities there.

She kept her right hand half-raised. A dim, black glow surrounded it. There was an itch in her gut to make Sona suffer and to give the sorceress the same damage she's given others, only tenfold.

Iorda felt that she could get used to that need for vengeance that was beginning to become more and more familiar. As it it was an old friend she shoved away in disgust only to make amends with it.

For the past few days, as she got used to using negative emotions, she felt like she wasn't in her own body. It was like she suddenly was the unapologetic version of herself she was when she first arrived in Magix all those years ago.

Now, she felt comfortable being that unapologetic version again.

Iorda's eyes scanned the end of the hall—jutting off into two smaller hallways—as the heels of her Inseimix form echoed through the space.

There was a flash of dark hair with silver and gold strands running through it before the sight disappeared down the leftmost hallway.

"SONA!" Iorda growled.

Iorda instantly started running after Sona, eyes narrowed. She didn't even think to fly. Truthfully, her wings were an appendage she didn't feel as strongly as she used to. Running felt more natural.

She wasn't surprised of how Sona was running away—she'd done the same thing after Aria and Dagi, her sisters, had been finished off by the Winx and the Trix the last time the group fought.

Sona was a coward.

She'd been using poisonous spores against the students of Cloud Tower, and now, as a result, the infirmary was full of incarcerated witches who should've been free from further suffering if not for the sorceress.

Not again.

Never again.

Iorda whirled around into the left hallway, freezing when she realized it was clouded by a yellow plume of mist. She raised a hand up to her eyes while biting her lip to hold her breath, before beginning to feel a stinging sensation where her leggings didn't cover her ankles.

Iorda squinted her eyes through the spores, spotting a silhouette through the spores. She started to feel the same stinging feeling on her hands and face. Poison. She wasn't about to risk inhaling whatever the fuck it was.

Iorda focused on her magic before she felt the familiar tug of the shadows on the walls, turning into the wall before she got shallowed up by the darkness. She inhaled deeply. Inhaling pure darkness would be unpleasant for Stella, or even Musa, but not her.

It was as if she was in familiar territory as she moved through the shadows on the walls, avoiding contact with the poisonous spores she would've touched should she have been in the hall. She wondered why she never took the time to be this comfortable in the shadows before.

Of course, she used them for her magic, but for a long time, she refused to get to know the source of her powers because of a lack of ease in using them.

Iorda spun out of the shadows with graceful ease, stepping out to where the cloud had thinned enough that the air was no longer lethal or dangerous. She raised both her hands, looking around for any sight of Sona.

"Show yourself!" Iorda snarled.

A light chuckle echoed through the hallway.

"I swear to the dragon, Sona, when I find you—"

"What? You'll kill me?"

Iorda whirled around to see Sona standing inside the cloud of spores, where they were the thickest. Still a coward. Even if Iorda had been able to hold her breath long enough to make that sorry excuse for a person suffering, she didn't want to risk knowing what the spores would do to her lungs.

She thought of using psychic magic on herself to cut off automatic breathing for a few seconds, but even with her limited knowledge in that area, she knew it was dangerous to use such magic on herself.

Also, Darcy—the one with a lot of experience in that area—would have her hide.

Iorda glared at Sona, her voice laced with fury. "Exactly."

"Aw, the little fairy thinks she can kill me, how cute!" Sona laughed, raising a hand up to her chest. Iorda gave her a deadpan look, letting one of her glowing hands fall. She'd wait Sona out until she thought of a plan. "You're weak."

Iorda pursed her lips tightly, feeling irritated. "I was weak enough to break out of that bullshit spell of yours."

"I wouldn't call it bullshit," Sona said teasingly.

"Tough shit."

"I mean, it worked better than I thought!" Sona said, throwing her head back with another laugh that bordered on a cackle. "You were a total mess once you got out of that trance! Screaming, crying about why you don't deserve the pain!"

Iorda felt a small stab of discomfort at the reminder of her collapsed state while in the trance; when she had dug her nails into her arms, sobbing and trembling. She truly wanted to die after going through that. All the physical and mental agony.

She didn't blame herself for that at all; when she was, in truth, a mess after that. Being forced to suffer through all her most painful moments was one of the worst things she's managed to live through, and even now, it still hurts to think about all that happened.

But instead of thinking that she didn't try hard enough like she would've done years ago, Iorda felt angry. Furious even.

At Sona, and at the Shaman Witch.

But Iorda only had one of them to take her emotions out on.

Iorda smirked. "A mess?"

"Haha well, that's certainly what I'd call you!"

Iorda subtly put her hand behind her back, digging deep into her magic and focusing on it. She'd seen this spell used several times—she'd have to thank Darcy for the idea—but she never had done it because of the constant shame.

"But I lived..." Iorda began, ensuring Sona wouldn't focus on her next move. "And you failed."

She felt the now-familiar and comforting pull of the shadows, watching them form small tendrils moving from the ground; hidden in the cloud of spores for now.

Perfect.

"Oh please, soon you'll be—"

Iorda waved her arm upwards, and an inconsistently-shaped pitch-black hand rose up from the ground. Sona's eyes widened for a brief second before the hand gripped her in the midsection, raising her up in the air before throwing her out of the spore cloud and against the wall behind Iorda.

With a satisfied look, Iorda turned around. "You were saying?"

She held her glowing hand in a fist as she walked closer to Sona, and the shadow hand around the sorceress—holding her up against the wall—tightened.

Not enough that anything broke, but the sorceress let out a rather satisfying scream.

Iorda knelt down in front of Sona, watching the way the sorceress' eyes were clenched closed in pain. No matter how deep in herself Iorda looked, she couldn't find much sympathy.

It was refreshing.

Iorda thought of reading Sona's mind to find out more about the Shaman Witch's plans—or at least whatever information had been disclosed to Sona—but she didn't know if, one, she had enough skill over her psychic magic for that after not using it for long.

Two, she didn't want to risk Sona escaping.

"How about you tell me what the Shaman Witch is planning?" Iorda said with a bored expression, tilting her head as she rested her chin in her palm. "That'll make things easier for both of us."

Iorda noticed how Sona's expression was very much the complete opposite of the confidant, and somewhat playful, sorceress she was. She'd thought it would be easy to finish off Iorda, but now she was the one in the difficult discussion.

Sona's expression became pressed as she looked Iorda up and down. She'd seen Iorda absorbing her spores during the light fight, but Iorda had been anxious and unsure. Seeing the almost tired and apathetic expression on the girl's face was... startling.

Iorda, at Sona's silence, waved her hand. A wisp of shadows came up from the ground and began to form a thin, foot-long needle-like knife of solidified darkness that hovered over Iorda's open palm.

Sona gaped. "You—"

"Yes, I would drive these needles into your arms," Iorda finished coldly. "I would do worse if needed. Fairy, or not. So, now that we have those wonderful debates out of the way..."

Sona, for the first time in centuries, had to question if she would get out of this situation alive. But she was loyal to the Shaman Witch above all else, and if Sona blabbed crucial information only to get out of this alive...

She doubted the Shamn Witch would let her life last much longer...

"I..." Sona started, faking a calm smile. "I don't know anything! You know how evil overlords are, they don't tell you information—"

Iorda waved her hand in an instant, and the needle shot forward with lightning speed only to stab through Sona's arm just below her shoulder, pinning her arm to the wall. Sona threw her head back, letting out a shrill scream that echoed eerily through the hall.

"One, as horrible as I am in psychic magic, being able to feel if someone lies is like breathing for me," Iorda said, looking at Sona with an upturned gaze. Her eyes slowly moved to the bleeding wound briefly. "Two, it really hurts to get stabbed in the arm. Doesn't it, Sona?"

One of the memories Iorda has been forced to re-live was when she fought against Icy for one of the Codex pieces in Downland, only to get stabbed in the arm by an ice spear. It truly felt satisfying to give the same pain to the sick mind behind the spell.

Iorda created another needle, this one thicker. "We can continue this if you'd like."

Iorda watched as Sona tensed back as best she could from the weapon. She supposed that eventually, the sorceress would give up some useful information, but regardless, she had no plan to make the Sona's suffering any easier.

Sona's eyes darted between the needle and Iorda, eyes burning with tears of pain as she tried to keep a calm expression. "L-look, we can talk about—"

Iorda snapped her fingers.

The needle shot out, planting itself in Sona's wrist.

"No, we really can't," Iorda sneered.

Sona bit her lip to bury the agony, looking at Iorda with a tear-filled glare. "You're INSANE."

"As if I don't know that!" Iorda snapped "Now, talk, otherwise, I can just make the knives thicker and thicker until they end up piercing something lethal!"

Iorda could feel the remains of her past self—the one who always worried about being the perfect fairy to the point where she had no semblance of identity besides it—trying to twist her heart with guilt, but then she recalled just how painful it was to re-live all her worst moments.

It almost felt like a high, if highs were stable. A better word for it would be feeling content as if she just meditated, and then came out of it feeling the most in her body she's felt in years.

She felt grounded, and confident.

She knew what she wanted.

Iorda noticed how Sona was still silently glaring at her. She rolled her eyes, feeling irritated that she wasn't getting any information that could potentially help herself and everyone self not die against the Shaman Witch.

"Or..." Iorda mused darkly, reaching forward and grabbing the knife impacted in Sona's wrist. She twisted it without hesitation, and the sorceress cried out in pain very quickly. "We can do this."

"O-okay!" Sona screeched. "F-fine okay, I'll tell you! Just—"

Iorda turned the knife even further. "Start talking. Now!"

"She wants to make Oscurita and the—the Magic Dimension similar with their energies! So then they'll collapse into each other!" Sona cried out, breathing shallowly. "That's all I know! Please!"

"And that is a lie," Iorda sneered, continuing to twist the knife.

"I—" Sona choked on a scream. "She's going to M-Magix in a few days to find a positive energy! That's really all I know! I swear! I—"

That was less information than Iorda wanted to learn, but she didn't feel that usual itch in her gut that would indicate that Sona was lying. Some information was better than none, so Iorda was satisfied enough.

"I believe you," Iorda said, standing up and leaving the knife in Sona's wrist.

The fact that the sorceress was agonized to high hell also helped Iorda feel satisfied enough to stop moving the knife. Sona had paid for what she'd done, but...

Iorda didn't come here to show mercy.

She looked down at Sona, seeing how the sorceress' face was streaked with tears. Blood leaked down her arms, still spilling out from the two wounds in her arm onto the wooden flooring.

Sona breathed in shakily. "W-what are you..."

"Since you were honest with me, I guess I should return the favour," Iorda said plainly, shrugging. "I'm thinking how quick I should make your death. Or how painful."

"You don't have to kill me!" Sona snapped, voice filled with fear. "I—I can leave you are your friends alone! Wouldn't that be a good decision, huh?"

Iorda didn't even consider Sona's point of view for a second. She wasn't sure of how truthful Sona was being this time—there was an equal chance of her words being lies or truth—but Iorda wasn't about to leave things up to chance.

Iorda let her arm hang as shadows from the ground snaked over her hand before forming a third knife; this one thicker than the rest, but still easy enough to hold. She balanced the knife in her hand, making sure the portion she held would not draw her own blood.

"Not quite," Iorda remarked, kneeling in front of Sona.

"H-have mercy, please—"

"Here's the thing," Iorda mused, tapping the knife on Sona's bleeding arm. "I would have listened to you years ago, maybe even weeks. But after you are forced to go through all your worst moments, mercy becomes quite useless, don't you think?"

Sona flinched at the knife's touch, and Iorda continued.

"I know that I no longer have to be perfect, and I suppose you're to thank for that," Iorda said. "But that also means I don't have to ignore how pissed I am at what you pulled."

Iorda watched as Sona remained silent, and she assumed that the sorceress didn't have anything more to say. It made things more peaceful in a way. She gripped the knife in one hand, positioning it an inch away from Sona's forehead.

Levitating the knife would take less force, but something about driving it through Sona's skull felt more intimate and cathartic. She breathed in slowly. She kept recalling breathing in the spores that caused her to fall into that coma; soon leading to that agony of reliving her past moments of agony.

Sona's lips opened to speak again.

But Iorda decided to then drive the knife forward, hearing a crack of sorts—her skull, most likely—and smelling the metallic scent of the blood that leaked down the sorceress' face. And the scream, oh, the scream.

Sona's hoarse cry of pain sounded beautifully similar to how Iorda had cried out after waking up from the coma, and it made the situation even better.

It was perfect.

Iorda tilted her head back with a content sigh as she relished how familiar and comforting the stated need for revenge was. She tugged the knife out, and blood spurted out of Sona's skull before the sorceress disappeared in a shimmering yellow dust; her blood and all signs of what transported had left along with her.

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@s12-kittie RIP to ur girl Sona :(