#[ocs] > [aetherion]

[genexius]

ཐིཋྀ ‧₊˚ “oh, you don’t know it yet but baby I’ve already got your heart…” 𑁍༘ ⋆.*

[ Aetherion x gn!reader ]

❀𖥨᩠ׄ݁ syn: what happens when a man-eater finds interest in a mortal? when a feeling so foreign to them somehow creeps into their heart?

❀𖥨᩠ׄ݁ cw: dark themes, mention of death/violence/gore, they want (to eat) you so bad

❀𖥨᩠ׄ݁ a/n: everyone thank aetherion and old kpop songs for bringing me inspiration and motivation to write during another mini depressive episode

Aetherion carefully observed your every movement, their gaze fixed on you as you moved about your home.

How did things get to this? You were just another mortal like the rest; another puppet of the gods, fragile and fleeting. So why were they unable to tear their gaze away from you?

Perhaps it was simply momentary interest, or perhaps some sick fascination. They weren’t entirely sure.

A part of them yearned to simply consume your flesh and blood; to integrate you with their own existence; to collect your bones and display your skull as one of their finest collections, yet…they could not bring themselves to act upon those desires. Not yet.

Despite the primal hunger that consumed them, Aetherion found themselves entranced by you, yearning for something more than just consumption. They longed to feel the warmth of your flesh beneath their hands, rather than tearing it with their sharp claws and teeth, a sensation foreign to them. They ached to caress your skin, to feel the heat of your soul within, thrumming with life instead of the cold lifelessness they were used to.

So instead, they’ll continue to linger, like a predator stalking their prey yet unable to make the final pounce.

Oh, how they craved to consume, to claim you for themselves, yet they’ll remain patient, making do with swift glances and stolen moments, content to bask in your presence until the moment arises for them to claim what is theirs…

[amethystthegreat]

Aetherion OC Reference Sheet!

[thelostmetallurgist]

Dwemeri Aether-Pickaxe [Artifact Submission Sheet] "Tonal's Echo" (Part Two)

Analysis and Insights The Dwemeri Aether-Pickaxe, known as Tonal's Echo, stands as a remarkable artifact, blending practical utility with profound historical and magical significance. The meticulous craftsmanship of Mzulan Nheztar is evident in every aspect of the pickaxe, from its intricate runes to its advanced enchantments. Efficiency and Durability: The combination of Dwemer metal and Aetherium not only makes the pickaxe highly efficient in mining but also grants it unparalleled durability. The occasional extraction of rare gems adds a layer of economic value, making it a highly sought-after tool. Resonance: The resonance ability aligns with the Dwemer's mastery of tonal magic, reflecting their understanding of the underlying frequencies of the universe. This ability aids miners in locating untapped resources, enhancing productivity and efficiency. Temporal Distortion: This enchantment showcases the Dwemer's advanced understanding of time manipulation. In mining, it allows for precise extraction of materials. In combat, it can disorient opponents, providing a strategic advantage. Historical Context: The pickaxe's creation during Mzulan's time in Aetherion adds an enigmatic layer to its history. Aetherion, a realm beyond time, is known for its unique properties, and the infusion of Aetherium into the pickaxe leverages these properties to create a tool that transcends ordinary limitations. Symbolic Significance: For Mzulan, Tonal's Echo is more than just a tool. It is a symbol of his lineage, a reminder of the Dwemer's lost glory, and a testament to his own journey and accomplishments. The pickaxe's resonance with hidden ore veins metaphorically mirrors Mzulan's resonance with his past and his people's legacy. Legends and Myths: The tales surrounding Tonal's Echo, from its glow in dark caverns to its rumored ability to reveal hidden chambers, contribute to its legendary status. These legends not only enhance the artifact's mystique but also underscore the deep cultural impact it has had on the mining communities of Skyrim. In conclusion, the Dwemeri Aether-Pickaxe, or Tonal's Echo, is a multifaceted artifact that embodies the essence of Dwemer innovation, the mysteries of Aetherion, and the personal legacy of Mzulan Nheztar. Its practical applications, coupled with its profound historical and symbolic significance, make it a treasure of unparalleled value in the annals of Tamriel's history. Trivia Hidden Chambers: Rumors suggest that striking the ground with the pickaxe in certain ancient locations might reveal hidden chambers or pathways, although this hasn't been confirmed by Mzulan. Undiscovered Properties: Some believe that the pickaxe might have other undiscovered magical properties, given its origin in the enigmatic realm of Aetherion.

[gnocchibabie]

Desire and Blood (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen/Strong OC (Jaenara Velaryon)

Tags: AU - canon divergence, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, Targcest (uncle/niece)

Wordcount: 4.7k

Summary:

Against all odds, the love between childhood friends prevails and the Dance of Dragons is avoided.

However, peace comes at a cost. With the unexpected proposal of marriage between Alicent Hightower's son and Rhaenyra Targaryen's only daughter, can love truly blossom between sworn enemies? Or will Jaenara Velaryon be reduced to a mere pawn?

Love may yet arise where enmity once thrived, but Aemond's relentless pursuit of power threatens to shatter everything they hold dear, including each other.

A/N: You can find the previous chapters on my masterlist!

If you are liking this series, please consider showing some love on my AO3 posting of this fic :) thank you x

!!! This chapter contains dialogue in High Valyrian, which will be designated by bold and italics...enjoy :)

A week had slipped away since Jaenara and her family had settled into King’s Landing. She found herself passing time by discussing plans for the upcoming coronation with her mother or entertaining little Aegon and Viserys. Occasionally, she rode out on dragonback with Baela and Rhaena, savoring the freedom of the skies above. When she was up amongst the clouds, the princess forgot all about what her life had become down below. Sitting atop Aetherion, it was as if nothing else mattered.

Yet above all, Jaenara found herself occupied with a careful dance of avoidance whenever Aemond Targaryen crossed her path. She had escaped several close calls, ducking into unoccupied rooms whenever she saw the prince at the other side of a hallway. Jaenara had often wondered to herself if she could continue to keep up this game of cat and mouse well into their marriage, but the prospect of having to constantly hide from the man who was to be her husband did sadden her. Ever so slightly. 

Currently, the princess found herself in the castle gardens walking shoulder to shoulder with Helaena. Jaenara had not had as much alone time with her aunt as she would have liked, and was eager to reconnect with the one member of the Targaryen-Hightowers she could actually stand to be around. Helaena seemed to be pleased with the company, though it was difficult for Jaenara to tell at times. Her aunt had always been a somewhat emotionally distant person, even when they were children.

“My mother tells me that the planning for Rhaenyra’s coronation is almost finished?” Helaena inquires.

Jaenara and Jacaerys had both been closely involved with the planning of their mother’s name day ceremony. The preparations had proven to be stressful, even now plaguing the princess’ mind. Temporary discomfort is a small price to pay for mother to sit the Iron Throne - Jaenara had told herself. Though, she could not say she felt the same way about the looming, permanent discomfort she would soon find herself in…

Rhaenyra had even tried to include Aegon in the ceremony planning as well. An offering for the position he had given up for his older sister. Though he had seemed less than interested, opting to disappear for hours at a time instead. Even now, Jaenara wondered where her uncle often took off to, leaving her sweet aunt and their children alone. She questioned if she would be condemned to such a fate as well - Aemond fluttering about doing gods know what while she was left to care for their babes alone. The princess decides it is best not to mull over such depressing possibilities that she may soon enough find herself in.

“Yes, her name day will be here before we know it - just a short week away. Though I find myself anxious about the festivities.” Jaenara finally responds. 

“I understand,” Helena breathes, “I am not one for crowds either.”

“Well then we must stick together until the whole ordeal is over.” Jaenara reassures her aunt. And herself.

“I would gladly,” Helaena giggles, “Though when your wedding day arrives, my brother will stand at your side, not I."

Jaenara sighed - another formality she had been dreading heavily. She’d venture to guess that the moment her mother’s name day passes, planning for the wedding will begin immediately. The princess knew that her scarcity of interactions with Aemond would not last for much longer. Not if either of their mothers could help it. 

Jaenara felt she had little to discuss with her betrothed. What else was there to say?

Helaena came to a halt, bending down to pick up a large, green beetle. Jaenara winced - she had never been one for bugs, save for the pretty butterflies she had often chased with her aunt in their youth. She watched as the beetle began to travel up Helaena’s arm. Jaenara found that Helaena looked serene, her blonde-white hair picked up by the breeze and a content smile on her lips. The princess decides to take advantage of the peaceful moment to ask her aunt a troubled question.

“What is it like? Being married, that is.” Jaenara’s face grows serious.

Helaena removes the beetle from her forearm with a gentle touch and places it on a leaf below.

“It doesn’t really feel like anything,” She says, though her aunt does not sound particularly bothered by the dreary thought, “Aegon does not pay me much mind. Save for the times we have…done our duty.”

Jaenara clears her throat awkwardly.

“So, I suppose it is not so bad. I am free to do as I please. As he is. Though I think Aemond will make a better lover.” Helaena finishes. Jaenara looks at her aunt as if she has three heads and scoffs. She looks back at the princess with a coy look on her face.

“What a terrifying thought.” Jaenara sounds defeated as the two women resume their walk. A calm silence passes over them once again, as does the gentle breeze.  

Helaena looks as though someone is speaking to her and finds herself gazing up at the sky for a moment - and then to her niece.

She smiles, as if the clouds have told her a secret.

— — —

On the far side of the Red Keep, The One Eyed Prince begins to lay the groundwork of his plan to put his soon-to-be wife on the Iron Throne. Aemond has decided he must get in the good graces of his family - especially Jacaerys - if he is to carry out familicide without raising any suspicion that he had a hand in it. Something easier said than done, Aemond knows. Any amount of decency he could afford the heir and his brother would be met with scrutiny. A few kind words will not undo years of victimization dealt on both sides. 

Aemond clenches his jaw as he searches for his nephews throughout the grounds of the Red Keep. Locating them had proven to be challenging, though not as much as finding their sister. Aemond knew that Jaenara had been purposefully avoiding him. One evening, he had even caught sight of her ducking into her mother’s chambers when he had turned a corner, entering the same hallway as her. Her elusion frustrated the prince. If he could not speak to the princess and build up a rapport with her, then she would assuredly be the first to point her finger at him when news of Jace’s murder came about.  

Just when Aemond is about to give up entirely, he spots Jacaerys and Lucerys in the training yard, wooden swords in hand. Aemond lurks back for a moment, watching them practice their drills. Their moves are quick and calculated, proving that his nephews had become even more skilled fighters during their time away from the Red Keep. Though their moves had a certain unrefined quality to them. Aemond finally moves from his spot, drawing nearer to the princes. Lucerys spots him first and mumbles a curse under his breath, as hid older brother turns to meet Aemond’s eyes. Aemond smirks at the boys, and he can tell it takes all of Jace’s strength not to throw down his play sword and saunter off. 

The prince stands tall over his nephews, to hide the uneasiness he feels about approaching them. He’s pulled his long, sleek hair into a bun. His own sword, a practice blade worn smooth from countless hours of swinging, hung loose at his side

The air is tense around the group and a short silence hangs over them. Clanking of wood and metal and grunts fills the yard as the princes all stare at each other.

Aemond finally clears his throat and breaks the quiet.

"You're both too cautious," he remarks in a voice that carries authority but also a hint of patience. "Don't overthink your strikes. Let them flow naturally. It's about instinct as much as it is about technique."

Jacaerys narrowed his eyes skeptically. "You must think of us as fools, uncle. Why would we listen to you? You do not practice the habit of fighting honorably - Luke and I’ve both seen that.”

And what would you know about fighting honorably? Aemond remarks to himself.

Where is the honor in gouging out a boy’s eye? 

He inhales a deep breath to calm his rising frustration.

Lucerys, ever the more reserved of the two, held his ground but watched Aemond with a cautious curiosity.

Aemond knows he should not make the jest, but before he can stop himself, the words fall from his smug mouth.

“Fools? No - I only see two Strong boys before me.” 

Both of the brother’s harden their gaze. This time, Jacaerys does take off, with Luke trailing behind.

Fuck.

“But!” Aemond is quick to add to his lecture, desperate to keep the boys where they are, “Honor in battle is not always as straightforward as the songs would have it. There are times when survival demands unconventional measures.”

“And how,” Jace has stopped and turned to face his uncle once more, “would you know anything of a real battle?”

“You forget I train with Ser Criston Cole.” “You forget we trained with Daemon Targaryen.”

Aemond chooses to bite back another remark about how - despite training with one of the realm’s most formidable soldiers, the brother’s still lacked the necessary knowledge and skills.

Instead, he walks back towards their place in the yard and motions for the Velaryons to follow him. Jace stares at him a moment, lets out an exaggerated huff and mutters, “Come on, Luke.”

At their return, Aemond demonstrates a quick feint, his movements precise. “You’re signaling your intent with your movements, Jacaerys. And Lucerys, you hesitate before every strike. Be bold, but calculated. Like this," he continued, demonstrating a fluid series of strikes and blocks. Luke, with a touch of reservation, takes up a fighting stance in front of his older brother.

Aemond nodded approvingly. "Let's try it again. And this time, don't hold back."

For the remainder of the afternoon, Aemond guided them through drills and techniques, offering pointers in between bouts. Slowly, the initial wariness between the boys and the Targaryen prince faded, replaced by a grudging respect for his skill and knowledge.

When the sun had begun to dip into the horizon, the three young heirs sheathed their swords. Aemond found a rare smile breaking through his usually stoic demeanor. He did not find any joy in the times he sparred with Aegon, which had been few and far between lately. His brother had no real interest in learning and bettering his skills. And Criston Cole was becoming predictable - through no fault of his own. Aemond simply had no one else to spar with that was anywhere near his level. He found unexpected fulfillment in teaching his nephews.

Jace finally deposits his wooden sword with the others in the training yard, Luke following suit. 

With a huff and an expression that makes the prince seem physically pained he tells his uncle, “Well. That was rather…I did not think I’d ever see the day where you would give us any kind of genuine advice. Nevertheless, I am…grateful for your counsel uncle.” 

“Yes. Thank you, Aemond.” Lucerys adds curtly.

Aemond gives them a nod as acknowledgment.

Naive fools.

With that, Jace and Luke begin their journey back into the Red Keep. Aemond watches the boys stride away side by side. He almost resigns himself to turning in for the day, when a thought suddenly enters his mind. 

“Do you know where I might find your sister?” He calls after them. 

Jace remains silent continuing his walk. Aemond rolls his eyes.

She has sworn them to secrecy.

Lucerys seems to take some sort of pity on his uncle after their shared afternoon - much to the dismay of Jace, “I think she spoke of spending time in the gardens…” the younger brother’s sentence trails off when he sees the look Jacaerys gives him. 

Aemond nods gratefully, though no one sees it, and sets off towards the gardens, his mind already racing. He knew spending time with Jaenara was another crucial part of his plan he needed to begin sowing the seeds for. As much as she may detest it.

The believed that if he could convincingly pretend to be infatuated with his niece, to the extent that she truly believed his feelings were genuine, it might help divert suspicion away from him regarding her brother’s eventual murder. She may even come to defend him, when the time comes. Though this would prove to be a challenge.

“You can expect a union that does not harbor any illusions of love” Aemond’s own words from her first evening back at King’s Landing echoed in his mind.

Aemond lets out a frustrated groan and picks up his pace.

When he reaches the gardens, Aemond finds Jaenara and his sister seated on a weathered stone bench in deep discourse, while their ladies-in-waiting linger nearby, amusing themselves.

The distant laughter of the two maidens surprises Aemond and stirs a hint of a smile on his face. He couldn’t remember the last time his sister had laughed so freely. It was then, he realized, he had never heard Jaenara genuinely laugh. Everything she let out in his presence was nothing more that a scoff or dry laugh. This, he thought, was a nice change of pace. Happiness suited her.

I should leave them. Aemond’s resolve falters for a moment, and he pivots for a swift and silent retreat. Yet, his sister catches sight of him before he can vanish.

"Aemond!" Helaena's voice rings out, compelling him to sigh and reluctantly turn back to face them.

Helaena's eyes glint with mischief as she waves a hand, beckoning him over. Meanwhile, the fleeting smile on Jaenara's face vanishes, replaced by an indifferent gaze.

"Aemond," his sister greets again, her tone laced with curiosity. "Where have you been?"

"Just sparring with your brothers," Aemond replies, his gaze drifting towards Jaenara.

The surprise in Jaenara's eyes is evident and impossible to conceal.

"With Jace and Luke?" she questions, her voice tinged with disbelief. "You seem…unscathed. I trust the same can be said for my brothers?"

"It was just a training session - nothing if not civil. I only meant to give them a bit of advice," Aemond responds, a smirk playing upon his lips.

Helaena suddenly springs to her feet. "I don’t believe you two have had many opportunities to speak as of late. I will leave you to catch up" she suggests, a faraway look on her face. "I must attend to the children." Her lady-in-waiting follows closely behind as she departs.

Jaenara starts to rise, offering to assist, but Helaena insists she stay. Aemond can't help but conceal his amusement at Jaenara’s desperate state.

The princess exhales sharply and resumes her promenade through the gardens, without so much as a glance over her shoulder at Aemond. With a huff, he follows behind her, as her lady-in-waiting mirrors.

The prince wishes he could dismiss the attendant, wishing for a moment alone with Jaenara to speak without restraint. 

He thinks of another solution.

Aemond peers down at his niece and lets High Valyrian fall freely from his lips.

“You have been avoiding me.” 

Jaenara does not remove her eyes from the path in front of her.

“You have not sought me out.” She retorts, her tone cool and collected. Aemond lights up. He had not expected his niece to be fluent in their mother tongue, and hearing her voice enunciate the ancient words caused something unknown inside of him to stir. 

“I am now,” he replies evenly, “ And I have to say, I had not expected you to be so fluent in Valyrian. Not even my brother speaks it so well. That idiot can barely piece together a single sentence.” 

Jaenara laughs, “I am a Targaryen. Every Targaryen should speak their language. Understand their history.”

Aemond nods, “Something we can agree on, niece. Though I have to say, you speak it better than I thought a-”

“Then a bastard would?” Her words are laced with a bittersweet acknowledgment that catches Aemond off guard. His niece had never spoken the truth of her parentage in front of him - or anyone for that matter. In truth, Aemond found him unsettled from her acquiescence. Though he understood the only reason she dared to acknowledge the truth now, is because no one around them had a clue what she was saying. 

“You’re not laughing, uncle. Very unlike you - you who never passes up an opportunity to remind me of my blood.” Jaenara still seemed unfazed, her attention drifting to a cluster of blue irises at their feet. She bends gracefully to touch the silky petals, and Aemond finds himself captivated by the way her dark hair spills like a cascade of black silk over the blossoms. He clears his throat.

“You are to be my…ābrazȳrys (wife). I no longer wish to humiliate you over things out of your control, such as your parentage.” Aemond’s voice is steady and controlled, betraying his inner turmoil over making such remarks.

Jaenara lets out a laugh, though it sounds hollow. Much unlike the laughter she had shared with his sister. Her lady-in-waiting shifts uncomfortably behind them. “Actions speak louder than words, Aemond.” The princess rises from her spot amongst the flowers, turning to face her betrothed.

Aemond is filled with a stubborn determination at hearing her challenge, and takes a few steps towards her - until he can feel his niece’s breath fan over him. He stares down at her, and finds that he enjoys how she does not shrink under his gaze.

“Pār nyke jāhor gaomagon.” - Then I will act.

Jaenara laughs again, but it is quickly put to an end.

“I do not know why you laugh, Jaenara. I am being sincere.” His gaze is hard. 

She considers his words for a moment, and turns back to the garden path. The princess returns to the common tongue. 

"Come along, it is growing darker," Jaenara says, her voice carrying a hint of finality as she resumes their journey along the garden path. Aemond follows silently, his mind still processing the weight of their conversation. The sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the estate grounds, while a cool evening breeze stirs the leaves of ancient trees. When the couple finally reach the stone archways and paths of the Red Keep, Aemond speaks up once more. 

“You will have breakfast with me. Tomorrow” It is not a question, though his tone remains soft..

“I will?” Jaenara asks, an eyebrow raised in defiance.

“This is me taking action.” He offers her a wry smile.

Jaenara exhales and looks to her handmaiden, who skillfully avoids her gaze. “Fine. I will see you in the morning” She stomps off to her chambers, lady-in-waiting trailing behind. The princess does not get to see the small, honest smile that settles on Aemond’s lips. 

— — —

Early the next morning, Jaenara awakes to a polite knock on her chamber door. Alora, her lady-in-waiting, entered cautiously, offering a sheepish greeting. "Good morning, Your Grace."

The princess rubbed her eyes wearily and yawned. "Good morning, Alora. And please, call me Jaenara when it is just us. No need for formality in the privacy of these chambers." she replied with a tired attempt at a smile.

"Oh! Yes, my lady—I mean, Jaenara," Alora stumbled over her words, feeling conflicted over addressing a princess so casually. "Um... Aemond - the prince - sent me to assist you with dressing. He wishes to have breakfast with you?" She sounds uncertain.

Jaenara sighed lightly and pushed herself to her feet. "Very well. Let's not keep him waiting," she said, giving Alora a reassuring glance.

Alora deftly combs out Jaenara's long, ebony hair, swiftly braiding half of it and letting the rest fall down her back. As the princess gradually awakened, she engaged in light conversation with the younger girl, easing her nerves. 

With gentle assistance, Alora helped Jaenara into a splendid dress—its upper half a deep shade of black, its lower half a rich crimson. The sleeves were wrought with golden embroidery. Once satisfied with her handiwork, Alora guided Jaenara to the dining room, where Aemond awaited their arrival.

“Thank you, Alora. I think that will be all for now.” The princess smiles at her lady, dismissing her. Jaenara hesitantly pulls out a chair across from Aemond.

“Good morning.” She offers. An honest attempt at niceties. 

Aemond hums, sounding pleased. “Good morning.”

It remains quiet for a while, as the two begin to serve themselves and take a few bites of the breakfast that has been prepared. The prince steals glances at his niece, observing how her dark curls frame her face. Watching her spoon her food gracefully. Noting how her dress clings to her.

At last, Aemond ventured to break the quiet. “That dress suits you well.”

The princess pauses her cutting of a sausage. Jaenara had not expected to hear that kind of comment so early in the morning. And no less from Aemond of all people. She narrows her eyes at him.

“What?” She asks, as if offended.

Aemond pauses, mid-bite. “I only meant it as a compliment. The Targaryen colors agree with you.” 

Jaenara continues with her meal, deciding that pretending as though she had not heard her uncle was the best course of action.

Why did he say that? Does he mean to mock me?

The prince breaks the silence once more, wanting to change the subject. "I hear your mother's name day preparations have been finalized."

Jaenara swallows a mouthful of food and clears her throat. “Um…yes. I believe so. Everything should be in place by now. The ceremony will be in…five days? I believe.”

"My mother seems unusually eager for the occasion," Aemond remarked. "She and Rhaenyra have been quite chatty lately."

“You’ve noticed too?”

“It is hard not to.” Aemond admitted.

Jaenara shrugs, “True enough. Well, they seem happier anyway.”

Aemond only hums in agreement. “My mother, although…she seems to be even more excited about the wedding than the coronation ceremony.”

Jaenara sputtered on the ale served alongside their meal.

A smug grin spread across the prince's face.

“Oh? Is that so?” She asks as nonchalantly as she can. 

“Oh yes,” Aemond sounds amused, “I hear her and Rhaenyra have taken to planning a few things.”

"What!?" Now Jaenara could not hide her surprise. Her outburst drew the attention of nearby servants, and Aemond grinned at her fluttering.

“Um - I only meant. I had not known they were already planning the ceremony.” She finished, dabbing a napkin to the corners of her mouth.

“Well someone has to. We certainly have not spoken about it.” Aemond remarks.

Jaenara almost feels guilty. She searches Aemond’s eyes for any indication of regret or sadness over their lack of time together. 

“Well then…what would you like to discuss about it?” The princess makes an attempt to turn to the matter.

Aemond considers the question. “What kind of cake would you like?”

Jaenara lets out a true laugh at that, catching Aemond off guard.

“If I must tell you,” She says while catching her breath, “I am fond of lemon pastries.”

Aemond makes a noise of agreement. He recalls that her mother favors the sweets as well. “Then we shall have them.”

Jaenara looks up from her meal and the couple lock eyes. She stares intently into his, trying to decipher his unreadable expression. 

What are you doing, uncle? She is left to wonder. Jaenara feels a crack begin to form in the walls she had put up to keep Aemond out. But the fracture is filled as quickly as it appears when she considers that Aemond is simply playing his part. Putting up a charade. The princess looks at the man before her, and can only seem to remember the cruelties that he has dealt. Her heart hardens.

"Why do you care?" she questioned, her tone accusatory. Despite their heartfelt conversation in the garden the day before, Jaenara only continued in her struggle to believe in her uncle's sincerity.

“Because I want to care.” Aemond is taken aback, though he makes an effort to sound earnest.

The princess scoffs and takes a swig of ale. She rises to her feet.

“I am full.” she declares, signaling an end to the meal and perhaps to their conversation. Jaenara stands and walks the length of the table, drawing near to the door but coming close to Aemond.

That strikes a chord within the prince, “You are about as stubborn as a damn mule,” he mutters under his breath.

The retort is not lost upon the princess’ ears. Jaenara spun around abruptly, facing her uncle where he was currently still seated. "Excuse me?" she exclaimed incredulously.

"Damn it," Aemond whispered to himself, closing his eyes briefly. 

“And here I thought you were being truthful yesterday when you said you no longer meant to belittle me.” She bites.

Some unseen force compelled Aemond onward. He reached out and gently but firmly grasped his niece's wrist.

"I only meant..." He struggled to find the right words. "Gods, you're infuriating."

Jaenara felt a stirring within her at his touch, but she pushed the sensation aside, focusing instead on his words. "I’m infuriating?" 

Now, Aemond raises his voice. “Yes! Infuriating. I am making a sincere effort to get to know you, and I am met with nothing but resistance. There is nothing we can do to change the marriage we will soon find ourselves in,” He rises from his chair, hand still gripped around Jaenara, “but I am making a sincere attempt to make it more bearable. For you.”

A part of Aemond understood that his words were primarily to uphold a facade, to maintain the illusion of feigned interest in his niece. Yet another part of him recognized sincerity in his sentiments. He couldn't help but feel pity for Jaenara. This thought had crossed his mind repeatedly—in the quiet of his chambers, in the stillness of the night, and even yesterday as he watched her depart from the estate gardens. She had undoubtedly drawn the short straw amidst their betrothal.

Jaenara Velaryon was being forced to marry Aemond, a scarred and flawed second son by his own reckoning. While Aemond had initially perceived the proposal of marriage to his own bastard niece as an insult, he couldn't deny the faint attraction he harbored towards her— a sentiment he was certain she did not reciprocate. 

The princess regarded her uncle with a peculiar mix of curiosity and contemplation, allowing his words to sink in. Jaenara's relationship with her uncle had always been incredibly strained — tense. Yet, as she observed the furrow in his brow and the genuine anguish in his eyes, she sensed a truth in his earnest plea. She reflected on her initial hopes—that they might spend their lives avoiding each other, barely exchanging words. Yet, standing before him now, she reconsidered. If Aemond—of all people—could muster some semblance of kindness, however feigned, Jaenara resolved she could reciprocate. Even if it was nothing but a lie. 

For in the convoluted dance of courtly alliances and familial expectations, sometimes even the semblance of civility could hold more weight than honesty in securing fragile peace.

With hesitant resolve, she reached out, gently clasping his hand in hers. Aemond feels goosebumps form on his skin from the additional contact. 

"Aemond," she began quietly, meeting his gaze squarely. He makes an effort to memorize how his name sounds on her lips.

Gods be damned, he thought. 

"I apologize. I hadn't fully appreciated your efforts. You are right. For this marriage to have any chance of contentment and peace, we must find common ground. We must make an effort to get to know each other."

The princess finished her apology, her words hanging in the air between them. All Aemond could manage in response was a silent nod, fearing that his mouth would betray him if he were to open it.

Jaenara withdrew her hand from his with a slight hesitation. "Well…I should be going. I intend to meet with my mother to discuss our impending wedding. There is much to plan," she added, her voice faltering slightly as she hurried out of the room.

Aemond stood there, taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart. He glanced down at the hand that had briefly held his niece's, flexing his fingers thoughtfully, a mixture of uncertainty and determination swirling within him.

A/N: As you may have noticed, this chapter is structured a little differently! I decided to make these changes for narrative purposes/so everything flows better. Because of this, I will be revising the previous two chapters, so the next chapter may take a little longer to come out (I also have a job interview coming up, so I will be doing a lot more than just brainstorming and writing now T-T) Anyways! As always, thank you for reading :)

Tags: @toodlesxcuddles

[glossylost]

TWISTED WONDERLAND OC :: IDALIA VIRELYS

BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION

GENDER : Female

AGE : 17

BIRTHDAY : February 11

STARSIGN : Aquarius

HEIGHT : 172cm

EYE COLOR : Amethyst

HAIR COLOR : Tangerine yellow

HOMELAND : Aetherion empire

FAMILY : Unnamed Father, Unnamed Mother, Unnamed older brother, Unnamed older sister, Unnamed little brother

PROFESSIONAL STATUS

DORM : Ramshackle

SCHOOL YEAR : First

CLASS : 1-D

OCCUPATION : Student, Immortal

CLUB : Gargoyle studies club

BEST SUBJECT : Art

FUN FACTS/EXTRA

DOMINANT HAND : Right

FAVORITE FOOD : Roast Lamb

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD : Barley Porridge

HOBBY : Poetry, Storytelling, Playing the lyre, Tending animals

[imtrashraccoon]

So, I made a Dark Fortress version of my UTMV OC Nyx Maris Nocturne and it's pretty cool. No art of her quite yet but I'll get to eventually.

<<Nyx Maris Nocturne

High Title: Crown Warden of the Moonlit Throne, First Daughter of the Stellar Court, The Eclipseborn

Age: 532 Winters

Realm of Origin: Aetherion Imperium, capital of the Celestial Empire Current Post: The Obsidian Citadel, Sovereign Seat of the Nightbound Guardians

Royal Bloodline & Heritage

Nyx is the firstborn of the Celestial Thrones, forged not of mere flesh and bone, but of starfire and lunar tears, a living convergence of Empress Galaxia’s radiant intellect and Emperor Cosmos’s boundless might. Her very birth was foretold in the cosmic scrolls as the one who would inherit not rulership, but Balance, and stand between creation and ruin. Her parents rule over the Aetherion Imperium, an empire in the stars that governs the Arcane Accord, a pact that keeps the fragile harmony between kingdoms, mage-clans, and primordial entities. Though she was raised in luxury beneath vaulted nebula-halls and crystal domes, Nyx was never coddled. From her youth, she was trained in all arts—sorcery, swordplay, diplomacy, and divination. Her mother gave her clarity; her father, strategy. Yet it was her own heart that birthed compassion tempered with distance, a hallmark of a ruler forged not for one kingdom—but for all.

Role in the Mortal Realms Nyx serves as Warden of the Nightwatch Realms, sent to the Realm of Crowns and Circles—a fantastical plane riddled with warring kingdoms, ancient prophecies, and sorcerous orders. There, kingdoms rise and fall like tides, and mages meddle with forgotten magicks. Nyx stands at the crossroads of their chaos, sword in hand, wings spread wide. The Order of the Aetherium Sigil, the mage council that governs the flow of magical law, recognizes her as the Eclipse Envoy, a rare title that grants her authority above even Archmages when the cosmic balance is threatened. To kings and queens, she is a judge. To rogue mages, she is the midnight reckoning. To commoners, she is a myth whispered under the full moon.

Political and Arcane Influence Nyx commands three battalions of Celestial Wardens, drake-riders and star-casters whose loyalty is bound by oaths older than kingdoms. She bears the Spear of Equinox, a weapon that splits both time and space—able to open rifts, shatter illusions, and bind entities of chaos.

Her decisions have ended wars before they began. When the Crown of Elarion attempted to enslave elemental spirits, it was Nyx who intervened and shattered the Binding Stones. When the Council of Blackfire Mages tried to reignite the Ember War, it was Nyx who spoke with dragons, not to burn—but to stand beside her. She wears no crown, but kingdoms bow all the same.

Family Bonds and Tragedy Despite her regal bearing, Nyx bears emotional scars. Her banishment by Khepri still lingers like frostbite around her heart, a reminder that even divine bloodlines fracture. Her younger sisters, Dusk and Dawn, are fragments of that breaking—born from light and dark forced into union by pain. Though she is heir to starlit thrones, Nyx has chosen the path of the Guardian, eschewing conquest for protection, rulership for guidance.

Legends Speak Thus:

“When the sun and stars argue, it is the moon who must decide. When realms forget balance, she shall remind them with steel. And when the night seems endless… look to the sky. For where stars gleam, there walks Nyx Maris Nocturne.” >>

Just something I'm working on.....I just would find it hilarious for the Dark Fortress boys(Dragon Au or not) to find out that there's been some crazy crap happening in far off lands that Nyx deals with on a near daily basis.

Oh wow! That's a powerful character! I like that you've clearly put a lot of thought into her story. I would love to see her design if you make one!

Donovan is trying to figure out if he needs to account for casualties if this individual strays too close for his comfort...

Forgive the rushed doodle but I have had no time to do any of my hobbies the past two weeks. I also have next to no experience drawing dragons and didn't look up any reference photos.

Also! I believe it's your birthday today? Happy Birthday!!! 🎉🎉🎉 Thanks for sticking around and always inspiring me! I wanted to make you something but I hope you have a good day regardless! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

[eclipseanti]

i absolutely adore how you draw optimus so nicely ‼️‼️‼️

Btw I have some questions that might be obvious to me: How did Optimus and Adia(Arcadia) met?

What fandoms are you into besides Transformers and Avatar?

Hi, darling, thank you very much for asking. I clarify that my language is spanish, so I apologize in advance if I make a little mistake writing in english. 🥹💙

• Arcadia is a human OC (it's a personal preference when I give her elf ears, because I think it's a very cute feature that matches very well) however, she is human. This is a clarification.

•There are two stories I'd like you to know about, since Arcadia is like a multiverse character.

•Arcadia is a princess who was forced to marry Optimus Prime for the benefit of both species when Cybertron came to Earth (Post TLK). Arcadia is a princess of a secret human kingdom that was hidden through its inhabitants and the humans with powerful political power to keep the incompetent human hands away from the kingdom.

Arcadia was forced to marry him, because they represented the best of both species (human and Cybertronian). The humans believed that if they married, a new era could begin where both planets could start an alliance on better terms. Optimus and Arcadia ended up falling in love, and yes, they had a son named Isneft/Aetherion Prime. (Who I will soon be posting about, again)

Don't ask me how it happened, it just happened. 😆

•The second story is about Adia, still Arcadia, although it's a more normal form of her.

She's Lennox's adopted daughter, a hobby researcher who constantly gets into trouble because of her curiosity.

She met Optimus Prime by intuition in one of NEST's bases (in Diego Garcia, to be more specific) although their souls were already connected since the beginning of time, but they separated. The universe brought them back together because Adia's soul asked Optimus' soul to search for her throughout the cosmos, until he found her on Earth.

The fanfic is still in progress on wattpad!

Answering your other question:

I'm into the Transformers, Avatar, Sky: cotl, Law & Order SVU, and Arcane fandoms.

Yes, long live glorious ovulation.🫦

I appreciate you asking this, have a nice day. (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

[yaypawzz]

OC Void Sketches

Neither of these three really have a story they belong in as much more than mentions yet, but I'm working on it. I made the sketches sometime around midnight to get the ideas on paper.

Now, who are the characters? Top to bottom, left to right:

Shinichiro : a mage in the Caelum System (subcategorie of an organization called the "Aetherion") and the best friend of the character at the bottom

Amie : a mage in the Aequor System, her puppet is called Etchette

Natsuki : the second-ranking chief executive of the Caelum System and a storm demon, Shinichiro's best friend

[maximumpiratecreation]

OC: Luminex, Celestial Vanguard

Personality: stoic, confident, intelligent, egotistical

Gender:Male

Orientation: Heterosexual, Dominant

Forms: Dragon-Cyborg Hybrid, Human.

Eyes: Golden.

Human appearance: Male 40s, blonde hair, spikey undercut, slight stubble.

Height: 296cm(Dragon form), 172cm(Human form)

Kinks- Loves Breasts, paizuri, blowjobs, anal, Oviposition(Dragon form)

Dick Size: twin headed 17in (Dragon form), 7in (Human form)

Fandom: multi-fandom

Created in the long forgotten realm of Aetherion by the beings called Celestial Smiths. Luminex was a fusion of sentient consciousness of a white dragon, divine energies of the Smiths themselves and invincible armour.

Tasked with the protection of the Aetherion Gate, an ancient nexus connecting different realms. The dragon was imbued with cosmic intelligence and a unwavering sense of duty. His crystalline core within his chest pulsed with power of a thousand suns while majestic wings carry him across stars and galaxies. He was the harbinger of light and justice.

However entities called Voidbringers arrived and assaulted the Celestial Smiths. Corrupting each of them to turn against each other. Luminex was'nt spared, corrupted into fighting his own creators. He was shattered when in the culmination of the epic battle between Celestial Smiths and Voidbringers. His memories and purpose scattered across the stars.

Awakening eons later, Luminex begins to search and explore the galaxy.

Powers: Starlight core: Able to draw power from nearby starts and then unleashing it as multiple beams or 1 combined beam of energy that can destroy enemies or rejuvenate allies. Celestial armour: Deflects magic, energy and physical attacks. Takes time to adapt to the incoming threats

[storytellerwithfantasy]

Hi Everyone,im a new creator here on Tumblr. Im currently writing a Story.You can decide who the Homeland of my oc will be called in the end product. I wish you all a great day/night

With Greetings,Storytellerwithfantasy

P.S : Everyone is of course allowed to suggest their own ideas here in the comments

[ao3feed-nalu]

Fairy Tail Primal Ascendance

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/y1g3zm8

by OmniNexus

This Story takes place in an alternate universe where a new Dragon Slayer exists his name is Drake Aetherion, but you also may know him as the Prince Of Dragons

Words: 14056, Chapters: 7/100, Language: English

Fandoms: Fairy Tail, Dragon Ball, Naruto, Bleach

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: OC - Character, Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Gray Fullbuster, Erza Scarlet, Mirajane Strauss, Cana Alberona, Levy McGarden, Gajeel Redfox, Makarov Dreyar, Laxus Dreyar, Happy (Fairy Tail), Fairy Tail Guild

Relationships: Natsu Dragneel & Fairy Tail Guild, Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser, Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia, Jellal Fernandes/Erza Scarlet

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/y1g3zm8

[genexius]

So…Aetherion (twirls hair)

- tired

They stood towering over you, the elegant grace of their presence imposing. Though you could not see their eyes, you could sense their gaze upon you, a predatory attention fixed upon your form, as their cold voice cuts through the silence.

“Foolish one, do you too take joy in being amusement for the gods? Do you revel in your own wretched fate?”

[gronglegrowth]

30-35 for any oc of your choice?

30: What topics does your oc know the most about? Are these obvious or would these be surprising to others?

Enal: Alteration magic. He has devoted his life to its study, which is no surprise considering that is the type of magic he is seen researching and talking about to others.

Nu-Kinmune: Mirror Logic, which is a given considering Her current status as one; and fashion, which clearly is no surprise - She likes to mirror Her enemies to shreds and look good while doing so.

31: What time of day is your oc most awake? What about most tired? Do they get up at the same time every morning without need of an alarm, or is their sleep schedule all over the place?

Enal: He... doesn’t sleep much. Whenever he does it is usually a short nap, during which he uses ancient magickas to restore both his Vancian spell reserves and himself. Usually, he is quite awake except when his spell reserves are gone, in which case he acts like a walking corpse (even with certain metamagics).

Nu-Kinmune: When not performing Her duties, She tends to have a perfectly normal sleep schedule, and usually wakes up at dawn. Otherwise, She sleeps whenever She can. She feels most energized at day, and most tired in late nights.

32: What five ingredients would you throw into a cauldron to make a potion based on your oc? How would you cook/mix them? What would the potion do?

Enal: A skyshard of the Magna-Ge, a dragon scale, a spell tome, ebony (Lorkhan’s blood), and something blue. One would use Alteration magic to turn each into a powder then mix these powders, heating them into a liquid which is mainly blue with swirls of gold and purple. This potion would allow the drinker to enter some high state of consciousness in which you could perceive both sound and color as tangible objects... or something to that effect. (This is one of the ways Enal sees the world, by the way)

Nu-Kinmune: Any precious gem, shards of a mirror, malachite, gold, and aetherion particles. One would reflect each material onto itself and each other until they are fused together, then alter their state with belief-magic, and the resulting potion would be bright gold and slightly wavy, as if it isn’t really there. Drinking this, would make you dizzy and very unwell unless you were a mer, in which case, it would allow you direct access to the Earthbones, for good or ill.

33: Describe your oc’s favourite environment. Urban or rural? Wild or controlled? What’s the climate like?

Enal: He enjoys large open libraries, spaces between worlds, vast oceans, paradoxical and non-Euclidean spaces. Machinery deep below, clockwork spinning, hum of the rotary, glow of the skyshards, cracking of roots growing up through all of this and on those roots there are newborn crystal flowers.

Nu-Kinmune: Crystal palaces and spires as far as the eye can see; blooming outward like a flower in spring. The air is light and with just the right moisture; breathing its strangely pleasant scent seems to make things dreamy.

34: What would someone blackmail your oc with? Would they be successful in getting what they wanted?

Enal: If you were to blackmail Enal, you would probably blackmail him with the truth that he is not a true god. Of course, he would simply laugh at the thought that you even tried, and erase your memory of knowing this truth.

Nu-Kinmune: Perhaps you would look deep into Her past and find Her unsavory first time with the Thalmor. You would confront Her with this information, you would say you know what atrocities She committed then. And, knowing and accepting the deep weight of Her actions then, you would be successful.

35: How easily does your oc get attached to things? Does everything have a sentimental value to them, or do they see nothing as more valuable than its practical use? What about with people/animals?

Enal: If it is not in any way magical or a gift, he cares not about it. People however, are different. If their personality is interesting and/or they are persistent in getting to know him, he will, eventually, keep that person around.

Nu-Kinmune: She keeps every new thing She can find, especially if it is shiny and precious; an avid collector you may say. In terms of living beings, it is quite easy to at least speak to Her. If She enjoys the conversation, one may find She considers you friend, or more.

[starlitesymphony]

Storyteller Saturday! I just took a peek at your wip and OH MY STARS IT LOOKS AMAZING. Here's a question: do you have any songs that represent your ocs? What about your wip in general? 💖

Ahhhh I’m so glad you like the sound of my wip!! And yes, I do have songs!  

Overall aesthetic:

(intro) Mechina - aetherion rain    

(escape from Gallanthius) Dance with the Dead - andromeda

(the overgrown starship) Android Lust - water whispers 

(arrival on Hale) Gary Numan - mercy   

(climactic scenes) Celldweller - when your walls fall  

(resolution) Scandroid - eden (waveshaper remix)

Characters:

(Quin) Varien - sacred woods

(Ash) Circle of Dust - yurasuka (blue stahli remix)

(Maddox) Seabound - for another day

(Keitu) Gunship - the mountain

I also have a couple similar link posts: [2019 playlist]  [ocs mini-playlist]

Thank you so much for asking! And for waiting so patiently :)

[genexius]

[Aetherion] Horror-ish(?)

Beware of the man-eater as they hunt their prey…

cw: implied murder // gore mention

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

The hollow clattering of skulls resound through the darkness with every step they take. Slowly drawing closer to their prey.

Click.

Louder.

Clack.

Closer.

Hold your breath. Hide. They’re here.

…

Moments pass. Only silence fills the air. Are they gone?

Don’t look. It’s a trap.

…Crunch!

Fool. Curiosity comes with a cost.

Fear not. They will consume your blood, flesh and bones that you have presented them. And when they are done, your bare skull shall join the rest.

Unfortunate child, mourn not. Your life and death shall be their nourishment, their entertainment.

Dance, little puppet. As you stand on the grandest stage of all…

[genexius]

Aetherion (ˈeɪːθərɪɒn)

Cosmo: 1774

Species: Accursed Wendigo // Former Divine Snawfus

Gender: Agender — ( ? ) —

Height: 227cm

Birthdate: November 4th (11/4)

Affiliation: Nephetyl

Alias: Man-eater, Fallen deer, Abhorrent messenger

Love language: Quality time, Gift giving/receiving

Description:

How does it feel to fall? How does it feel to have the divinity once so familiar grow so distant? How does it feel to experience your body convulse and warp into something so ghastly?

In the midst of the carnage that is consumed, as you taste the sweet ambrosia of blood on your tongue and relish in the shattering of bones, what thoughts flicker through your mind? Have you become a beast, a once-divine being transformed into a brutal and savage creature, no longer in control of its own actions, forever stained with darkness and violence?

With every step taken, the skulls clatter and clack against their hollow interiors, creating a grotesque symphony that echoes through the silence of the world. Each movement is met with the eerie rattle of skulls, their empty eyes sockets staring blankly outwards, bearing witness to the horror of your existence, while your own weep with streams of crimson.

Notes:

~ Serves as a messenger for Abhorrēre.

~ Collects the skulls of those eaten.

~ Able to blend in with the shadows.

~ Resistant to illusions and trickery.

~ Has deer antlers made of dead branches.

~ Upper face is usually obscured by a mask.

~ Cries blood that will crystallize.