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two-white-butterflies · 3 years ago

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Hey , I love your stories so I wanted to ask you for a OS for Aemond. The scene where Aemond snuggles up to his mother when he loses his eye. Imagine instead of Alicent it's Y/N. She is the only biological daughter of Laenor and Rhaenyra. She has always loved Aemond but wants to support her side of the family and wears black all the time too. After Aemond and her hugging like that, everyone is wondering whose side she is on. When she wants to talk to her mother about it , she hears Rhaenyra and Daemon plotting her father's death. From that moment on, she disappears from Rhaenyra's reach and looks to Alicent for a mother who loves her and cares for Y/N.

As the years go by, Daemon and Rhaenyra agree Y/N is dead. However, when they are in Kings Landing and the doors open (in front of Viserys) Y/N comes in in a beautiful green dress with a child in her arms and poses a me next to Aemond and Alicent

The Blacks and The Greens | Velaryon! Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Warning: OOC Rhaenyra, angst.

Y/N Velaryon was a delicate princess — though she was more akin to her step-grandmother, Queen Alicent, in terms of femininity. Rhaenyra never really grasped her weaknesses — and was too male oriented to ever pay attention to her only daughter.

She prided herself in having three-sons, completely forgetting that the only true-born one, was her daughter. But Y/N never held a grudge towards her mother — instead she fixed her eye upon different things.

Being 3-years-older than Prince Aemond, she naturally found herself gravitating towards him. (She mostly avoided Aegon because he was a drunkard.) Her and Aemond had a million things in common — from sword fighting, to dragon-lords. He knew all about it.

It came as a shock to you, when late at night — your sworn sword begins knocking at your door. "What is it Ser Pedro?" she questioned tiredly, reaching for the robes on the side of her chair and placing it unto her body.

She opens the door slightly, allowing for her head to peak through the small crack. "There has been a commotion with your siblings, Prince Aemond calls for you, my princess." he informs as she nods lightly.

What commotion could've possibly happened that it would require her immediate attention? She walks outside of her room, and trails her sworn shield.

---

Her lips shudder as a sob escapes her lips, she stares at Aemond's sewn eye. "Will it heal?" she asked with a frown, as the Maester shakes his head. "It will scar, he will bear it for life." he answered as he finished sewing the Prince's eye.

Another sob racks up her body as she shakes his shoulder, her eyes searching for a fury in his. "Who did this to you?" she interrogated as the Prince looks away, knowing that her fury was one to scorn.

"Prince Luce," he answered in a low tone, not wishing to repeat himself. Her face quickly turns sour, her eyes darkening with the newfound information.

She turns towards the door to see her sibling casually entering the halls. She strides towards them, one of the knights trying to pull her back. She had a reputation for being ill-tempered, for what her siblings have done to her best-friend, could cause their heads.

Her hands harshly grab Prince Jace, as all heads turn towards them. "What have you done?" she questioned as the boy looks at her with fearful eyes. Prince Luce opens his mouth, "He stole Vhagar." he defended himself as a chuckle escapes from the woman.

"A dragon was never yours to claim." she responded bitterly, watching as all of the other parents filled the room. "But Rhaena was supposed to mount her," Luce argues as he crosses his arms to oppose his sister's opinion.

"And she didn't, but for all of this to cost Aemond his eye?" she raised her voice, her palms turning into fists. She was about to strike her siblings, until her mother, Rhaenyra, came to their service.

"What is all of this commotion?" Rhaenyra questioned pressing her son's head on her chest. She was never the one to defend her daughter, in spite of Y/N being her only true-born one. Rhaenyra never loved her too, in the same way that she never loved Y/N's father.

"Ask them!" she replied as she ran to Aemond's side, trying her best to comfort his ailing eye. Aemond wasn't always the one for aesthetics, he would rather stay in the mud with all the dirt rather than be one of those shiny knights Ser Criston Cole wanted him to be.

Losing his eye was a badge of honor, one that he would proudly wear. She hugs him too, burying her face in his shoulders. Muttering a million apologies to The One-Eyed Prince.

Everyone in the very room wondered if the daughter of Rhaenyra was not in her side. If her loyalty was to the Hightowers, and her best-friend. Laenor rubs his daughter's shoulders endearingly, supporting her decision and making a stand in her honor.

---

It was first light. There was no one awake yet, but Laenor was. Rhaenyra had allowed him to take his leave and live his life in Pentos. Not thinking about the life he'd be leaving behind here.

He opens the door to his daughter's chambers. Watching as her chest rose and fell down, showing that she was in deep sleep. He smiles lightly. She was not born out of love or lust, but out of duty.

It didn't matter however, because Laenor still loved her. He flicks a piece of dirt away from her face as his eyes brimmed with tears. He was destroying her by being who he was, and leaving would be the only cure.

He closes his eyes, the memory of her birth stored in the back of his mind with the days where she told him that she accepted him. That she loved him for who he was. And that she loved Qarl too, because he provided her father love.

An everlasting one.

He opens his eyes once more, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Allowing his lips to linger. This would be their last meeting, and it was just as bitter as the first one.

---

Driftmark was beautiful, its beach and tides calmed Princess Y/N. This was where she belonged, with the sand and the sea. Where half of her blood was strong, and never thinned. The Princess was a true-Velaryon, her love for the sea only furthered her claim.

She leaned on the sand-wall, closing her eyes as she tried to mourn for her aunt, Laena. Above her was Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon. Her eyes opened, hearing as they spoke with one another.

Their professions of love did not fall unto deaf ears. But sooner, their conversations went to other topics.

"You killed Laenor?" Daemon questions as he sits down. Rhaenyra hums softly but it was enough for the Princess to hear. "We are dragons, we were always destined to burn together." she replies as Y/N takes a deep breath.

Sadness welling up from her heart. A dark betrayal was looming over the both of them. Her ignorant mother, murdered her loving father in hopes of marrying her uncle. It was cruel, but not peculiar.

She runs towards the castle, fearing that her knees would bend before her. Her hands open her father's doors loudly. She runs towards his bedroom, "Father." she asked of him, but no sound could be heard.

She walks towards the fireplace, and sees a burnt body. She cries loudly, alerting the servants of a possible accident. "No!" she screamed as she took the body away from the fire. Not caring if her hands burned and scalded.

Her loyal knight enters the room after her, watching as his lady kneels upon the ground clutching a burnt body. Princess Rhaenys follows along, she was still wearing her sleeping-clothes. The sight brought her great sorrow too.

"Why did you allow for this to happen!" she scolded, her fists punching the knights that were supposed to be stationed outside of his chambers. Rhaenys kneels beside her granddaughter, wiping the tears away from her purple eyes.

"Who did this?" she questioned as the Princess bites her lips. Her eyes trailing towards her mother who was leaning against the doorframe. Rhaenys catches this too, and stares at the woman behind her.

Her face contorting into the worst shows of melancholy. Her son would be avenged, and their death would be one of the cruelest ones. Rhaenys reaches for Y/N's face, wiping the tears from it.

"Do not weep." she whispers as she places her in her warm embrace.

---

The rift between mother and daughter only grew after that. With Rhaenyra returning back to Dragonstone, and Rhaenys taking Y/N as his ward. Y/N still fancied Kingslanding, and visited on dragon-back once and while.

In those short moments, she was able to fall in love. She married Aemond in a private ceremony, respecting his wishes to marry in the sight of the seven gods. They had few guests, just the King, Queen and Princess Rhaenys. Their marriage wasn't a grand spectacle, but it sufficed.

Rhaenys smiled at the court, taking a step forward and staring at the King. "You break centuries of tradition to instill your daughter as heir. But it's alright, we are Valyrians. Our blood is not the same as men." Rhaenys started earning a raised eyebrow from Rhaenyra.

"It was ever my husband's will that the throne pass through Laenor's oldest daughter, Princess Y/N, then through her son, Prince Laenerion." she added as the King nodded weakly.

Rhaenyra's confusion only swelled more. "Son?" she couldn't herself from questioning as Rhaenys nods. "Princess Y/N and Prince Aemond married last spring. I apologize if you were not invited." she said sarcastically as the doors swing wide open.

There walked Princess Y/N and her husband, wearing dark-green. In her hands, held Prince Laenerion who was still too young to wear anything but white. She smiles at her grandfather, "I was told that I was needed." she questioned as she halted beside Queen Alicent.

"Yes. The Heir of Driftmark shall be Princess Y/N Targaryen." The King announced as Rhaenys smirks in satisfaction. She never cared about name, only blood. And her granddaughter had the purest of all.

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12tardis · 5 years ago

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Not That Dress (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Warnings: S M U T under the cut

Requested: yes @the-knights-of-saint-gay said ‘I want some dick (personally I think Newt is the pounding type and the reader is moan-in-his-mouth-while-doing-missionary type’ lmao this request still got me SENT- hope you like it love 💕

Summary: There’s a particular dress of yours that you know always drives your husband mad. You are having far too much fun teasing your husband but what will happen when you push him too far? Featuring shameless flirt!reader and very exasperated Newt on their honeymoon.

A/N: this is straight UP sin ppls I know I know I wrote a lot of fluff in the lead up to the thing - but is anyone surprised by this point? I tried really hard to not make Newt too OOC and I kinda vibe this for him ngl. I stand by my previous statements that Newt is a Hufflepuff through and through - even in the bedroom. Seriously I feel like I need some holy water IM SORRY.

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Taglist: @moonkissk7 @just-an-auror

Newt knew he was in trouble the second you stepped out of the hotel room in that dress with a little sparkle in your eyes that told him you knew exactly what you were doing.

He should have known you were plotting something the moment you told him to wait out in the hall and that you would be ready in a moment. You’d never had an issue with getting dressed in front of him before though Newt would always face the other way to give you privacy like a true gentleman.

This was something you always teased him for, often draping yourself over his back and wrapping your arms around him from behind just to see him blush when he realised you were in nothing but your undergarments.

- - - - -

“Y/N, would you get dressed? We’re going to be late”, he croaked out in a strained voice, feeling the warm blush travelling down his cheeks as you skimmed your hands over his chest with a soft hum.

“Honey, we’re going to be wed in less than a month. I don’t think you have to look the other way when I’m getting changed anymore,” you chuckled as you pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, trailing your hand over his firm chest one last time before you stepped away from him.

“I know but I wasn’t raised to be a Peeping Tom, darling.”

“Well you had no problems looking at me last night when w-“

“Y/N!” Newt cried out loudly and you could see the blush now working its way up the back of his neck.

“Oh please Newt how can you possibly be shy after all the things-“

“I’m NOT LISTENING! You’re trying to get a rise out of me and I’m NOT listening!” Newt called, clapping his hands over his ears and making a scene of humming loudly over your teasing.

You smirked to yourself as you tugged on the one dress, the one article of clothing you knew he would protest you wearing, checking your reflection over with a proud smile before you twirled him around by his shoulders to face you.

Newt’s eyes widened comically as he took you in and you caught the way his eyes dropped briefly to the neckline of the dress before he looked back up at you with his jaw agape “no no no no no. Absolutely not, anything but that.” he rambled shaking his head quickly.

He paused when he saw you glaring at him with one hand cocked on your hip “excuse you Newton Scamander but since when did you start deciding what I can and can’t wear?”

Newt actually let out a quiet whine then, looking at you with a pleading expression as he took your hands “I don’t and I can’t- I would never ever I am just begging you- not that dress. Not when we’re going to visit my parents.”

You dropped your peeved facade immediately at his pleading, the smug smile returning to your lips “why not this dress? What’s so special about this dress?” You tried to play innocent and clueless but Newt was not having it as he gripped your hips in his hands with a little more vigor than he usually would.

“You know exactly what you little minx,” he said lowly as he pulled you in against him without warning and began to pepper the column of your neck with kisses causing you to squeal.

And you did know. You had knowingly Pavloved your sweet, oblivious boyfriend to react a certain way whenever he saw you in said dress.

It had been the dress you had been wearing the first time you went down on him and the dress you wore before you slept together for the first time. You’d worn it several times since, when you had initiated sexy time.

Newt had eventually come to recognise it as the dress that drives him mental.

You pushed him away, looking up at him with a shy smile then because you knew he was right and it really wouldn’t be appropriate to tease him in such a way for lunch with his parents.

“Okay okay” you said, holding your hands up in surrender as you reached back to unzip the dress, rolling your eyes when Newt turned away from you quickly.

Shaking your head with a fond smile you made quick work of getting changed before you stepped around to face him. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sigh of relief he let out when he saw you were decent because your fiancé may have very well been the most adorable and sweetest man on the planet.

You smiled as he took your hand in his own, fixing you with one last exasperated expression before he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand “one day, I might just snap. And then what will you do?”

“Sit back and take it like a good girl.” you said casually with a sweet smile, giggling at the look of utter shock he now wore. He took a few minutes to gather himself and lift his jaw from the floor.

- - - - -

And now a month later you were on your honeymoon with your husband and you were travelling around the world with him as he’d promised. Currently you were in New York because it was where you had promised to drop in first and catch up with Tina, Queenie and Jacob.

You’d immensely enjoyed catching up with the Goldstein’s and getting to see how Jacob’s bakery was thriving and now you were due at the younger sisters' flat for a small cocktail night that Queenie and Jacob were throwing.

Now you were looking forward to the chance to dress up but Newt had needed some persuasion as usual from the moment that Queenie had mentioned the word ‘party.’

He was sulking in the hotel corridor when you appeared in the dress and you didn’t miss the way his eyes lit up instantaneously before a dark expression quickly passed over his features.

“Y/N”, he murmured in a half scolding tone but you were quick to shrug your coat on and take his hand in your own, tugging him down the corridor after you.

“Not another complaint out of you, mister. We’re going to be late.” You tossed his own words in his face as you pulled him along. The coat covered you up for the most part and Newt was relieved but he knew that relief would be short lived.

When you arrived at Queenie and Jacob’s place Newt was completely distracted by greeting the Goldstein sisters and the sheer volume of people packed into the tiny flat that he missed you slipping off your coat behind him.

“Ah Mr. and Mrs. Scamander have arrived!” Jacob called loudly, clapping Newt on the shoulder and you couldn’t help the smile and small flutter in your chest at the use of your new title.

“Sorry we’re late, the Niffler was being a nuisance,” you lied so easily that Newt quickly looked back at you where you were greeting Tina and Queenie.

The retort died on his lips and he gulped audibly as his gaze roved over your form. He broke out of his ogling when Queenie’s surprised giggle met his ears and he glanced at the woman to see her covering her mouth as she looked back at Newt in amusement.

Odd. He could have sworn she couldn’t easily read his thoughts.

“When you’re thinkin’ em that loud honey I’m pretty sure even Jacob knows” Queenie teased as she hugged him tightly in greeting, squeezing his shoulder to reassure him.

“Relax sweet cheeks, you’re recently married to the girl of your dreams and your thoughts are loud with happiness. Ain’t no one here gonna judge you,” Queenie murmured for only Newt to hear and Newt smiled thankfully back at her though he couldn’t suppress the blush that filled his cheeks.

“Well I don’t suppose Y/N’s inner monologue is embarrassing like mine,” Newt murmured and Queenie smiled widely at him before she peeked back over her shoulder to where you were talking animatedly with Tina.

“She’s just thinking about you. And calling herself Mrs Scamander over and over again.” Queenie laughed and Newt looked back at you in adoration, shaking his head to himself as he made his way over to you with drinks for both of you.

Not long later you were sitting pressed into his side at a small table listening to Tina ramble on about her most recent case at MACUSA. Newt was finding it increasingly more difficult to focus on Tina’s words as you lay your hand on his knee and slowly began to trail your hand up his leg.

Newt jolted a little when your hand drifted a little too close to the growing tent in his trousers and he quickly gripped your hand in his own, glancing down at you.

But of course you just smiled innocently back up at him, tracing your other hand along the neckline of your dress and Newt had to dig deep to find the willpower to look away from you and focus back on Tina who was still talking about the pile of paperwork she’d had to sign that week.

Newt frowned when you worked your hand free from his and wandered away from him, his eyes following you as you made your way to the makeshift bar.

You were in the middle of fixing you both another round of drinks when a gentleman sauntered over to you, grinning down at you widely “and who is this little heartbreaker we have here? What are you doing fixing your own drinks, angel face?”

You couldn’t help but twitch at the pet name because it sounded utterly wrong coming from someone other than Newt. The man in question was now leering down at you with the most obnoxious smirk on his face and your eyes quickly flicked to your husband.

Newt had noticed the man immediately as he’d been watching you from across the room and he felt a heat flaring up his neck at the way the other man was looking like he wanted to devour you.

He was just about to push himself to his feet and go and intervene as you were preparing to put the man in his place. But Queenie beat you both to it as she slipped between the pair of you, gripping the young man by his shoulders.

“Patrick, Y/N is a married woman! And I suggest you remove yourself before Mr.Scamander unleashes one of his creatures on you.”

The man, Patrick, blinked quickly and glanced over at Newt before he looked back at you and then at Queenie “Scamander? Oh Mrs. Scamander m-my apologies! I’ll be right outta your hair!” He scurried away and you returned back to the table where Newt was sat with Tina with Queenie in tow.

You slid back into your seat beside Newt as he curled his arm around your waist protectively, lifting your hand to his mouth and pressing his lips to your soft skin.

He took particular care to brush his lips over your ring finger as he held your gaze, twirling the wedding band on your finger while you smiled back at him as if to say ‘yes I know. I’m yours.’

The rest of the room and the people in it faded into the background as you gazed back at your husband, lifting your other hand to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, noticing his little shiver in response.

His hand fell to your knee this time and he thumbed at the fabric of your dress as he became vaguely aware of Tina still rambling on at him. Newt looked back at her, nodding along and plastering on a look of interest as he slowly pushed the fabric of your dress up along your thigh.

He bit his lip when you scraped your nails along the nape of his neck and laid your head on his shoulder, smiling back at Tina nonchalantly as you slowly let your legs fall open under the table. Newt wondered how easy it would be to just slide his hand up between your legs and into your panties an-

You both startled and sat up straight when Queenie began to choke on her drink violently, a pink blush colouring her cheeks as she looked back at the pair of you while Tina fetched her some water.

Newt flushed scarlet then as he realised what had happened. It was a mixture of the possessiveness he’d experienced just a moment before, the embarrassment he now felt along with the arousal that had been coursing through him all night because of you in that damn dress that had him getting to his feet quickly.

“I’m terribly sorry Tina, I’m really not feeling well I’m afraid we must go. We will have to resume this conversation another time.” Newt said in a rush as he pulled you to your feet, barely bidding his farewells to Queenie and Jacob before he was strolling out of the flat with his arm around your waist.

Jacob followed after you to fetch you your coat but he turned back to look at Queenie who had since recovered from her shock when he saw the two of you had already apparated away.

“Boy, Newt must really be feeling ill”, Jacob called out with a frown and Queenie laughed then, unable to stop herself as she took Jacob’s hand in her own.

“He’s not sick, sweetheart. More...excited,” she said slowly, laughing again as she watched the realisation dawn on Jacob’s face.

“Oh...OH! They grow so fast. It seems like only yesterday he was too shy to even kiss her!“

- - - - -

You raised your eyebrows in surprise when Newt managed to apparate you both back into your own hotel room and you recognised the look of complete focus in his eyes before he was pinning you back against the wall and kissing you hotly.

You kissed him back with just as much vigor, trying to lean into him more and letting out a gasp of surprise when he pushed you back against the wall firmly, looking at you with dark and lustful eyes.

“Merlin, Newt, what were you thinking about back there?” you breathed out, letting out another gasp as he nipped at the soft skin of your throat at the same time he pushed his thigh between your knees.

“I was thinking about fingering you right there under that bloody table,” he murmured lowly into your ear and you thought you might faint then.

What had happened to your sweet and gentle husband?

“What you have nothing to say now, huh?” Newt murmured as he lifted you up by the backs of your thighs, carrying you to the bed where he lay you down and wasted no time in slotting himself between your legs.

“You’ve been teasing me all night- fuck it, all week really ever since the wedding. In this sinful little dress of yours”, he brushed his lips over yours teasingly before he worked his hand up under your skirt “and now you have nothing to say to me?”

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, your eyes widening because he very rarely cursed and at his words you felt the heat and a deep ache building between your legs.

You moved to wrap your arms around his neck as you usually would, making a noise of surprise when he let out a growl and pinned your hands above your head firmly “no touching.”

You couldn’t deny the way you clenched in response to his rough handling but you were still surprised as you tried to wrap your legs around his waist, gasping in shock when he used his body to pin you to the mattress.

“I said no touching”

“Well then what do you suppose I do then, Mr. Scamander?” you said in a much brattier tone than you had intended, smirking up at him.

Which you really shouldn’t have done because that only urged him to fix you with a smirk of his own “I don’t know...I suppose you could just- what was it? Oh yes,sit back and take it like a good girl,” he purred your own words back at you and it was your turn to stare back at him in utter shock and undeniable arousal.

He crushed his lips against yours again before you could come up with any more sarcastic retorts, his hand slipping under your dress and into your panties where he pushed two long fingers inside you without warning.

You cried out into his mouth as you rocked your hips up against his hand, clenching down on his digits hard in your shock.

Newt began to work his fingers deep inside you as he pulled back from the kiss, instead pressing hot opened mouth kisses down over your neck and between your cleavage before working his way back to your neck.

“So gorgeous for me my angel,” Newt breathed into your ear as he crooked his fingers deep inside of you, his cock straining and hard in his slacks.

“Newt please”, you whined desperately, clutching at his shoulder as you bucked your hips wildly in pleasure.

“Please what my darling? Tell me what you need.” he purred, freezing his actions completely in favour of sitting back and looking down at you. You just looked so pretty sprawled out for him, looking at him with such wanton beauty.

You whined in frustration when he stopped his ministrations and pulled his fingers free, trying to shift your hips and whimpering when he simply used his forearm to hold you still with that stupid sexy smirk on his face.

“I want you!” you whined again and Newt almost felt guilty for the briefest moment until he remembered how you’d been incessantly teasing him, driving him wild.

“You have me, baby. I’m all yo-“,

You groaned loudly in frustration, tipping your head back at his cruel teasing “oh my stars Newt! I want you. Inside me. Not your fingers.” You were practically pleading now but you were far too gone to care. Especially when he was rubbing teasing circles on your hip with his thumb and you could feel your own wetness on his digits.

Newt felt his cock give an interested jolt in the tight confines of his pants at your words and he relented his firm hold of you to reach for his pants instead. He made quick work of undoing his pants and shoving them down but you also used the window of opportunity to rise up onto your knees, pushing him onto his back before he could realise what was happening.

You wasted no time in straddling him, tugging your dress off over your head before you crashed your lips to his and reached down to grip his hard cock in your hand. You pumped the hard length in your hand a few times before you settled in his lap, rocking against him with a soft moan.

Newt groaned when you began to grind against him, grazing his teeth against your skin as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck “Y/N”, he groaned again when you gripped his throbbing cock again and rubbed the head of it against your glistening slit.

You rose up on your knees a little bit, gripping Newts shoulder hard in one hand and his throbbing length in the other and Newt held his breath and closed his eyes in anticipation.

But he blinked his eyes open again after a few moments passed and you hadn’t moved an inch. He let out a growl when he spotted the teasing little smile you had on your lips and he pushed you back onto the bed in one fluid motion, spreading your legs with his calloused hands and then settling over the top of you.

“You just love it don’t you?” He looked down into your eyes as he positioned his cock at your entrance “you love driving me wild...teasing me so I’ll snap”, he murmured as he nipped at your earlobe, running one hand up your body and tweaking one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

He relished the small mewl you let out in response as you wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to thrust your hips up towards him and whimpering when he held you down with his other hand.

“That boy is just lucky he had half a brain not to lay a hand on you”, Newt breathed against the skin of your neck, marking your sensitive skin.

“W-why’s that?” You managed to stutter out, your lips parting a moment later when his thumb rubbed over your clit.

“Because only I get to see you like this.” He thrust his length into you in one fluid thrust, letting out a low groan of pleasure and tipping his head back as you cried out from the sudden intrusion.

You were gripping his shaft with your walls in the most delicious way as you clenched your muscles tightly around him. “Oh Newt,” you sighed out, your voice high and breathy as you keened at the way he was stretching your walls.

It was a welcome contrast to his usual slow method of opening you up bit by bit with his mouth and fingers. Just the dark look of lust in his eyes and the unreserved pleasure on his face was enough to make you a trembling mess beneath him.

Newt pulled his hips back slowly until just the tip of his cock was inside you, slamming his hips forward in one motion with a deep groan before he set up a pace of thrusting into you continuously.

You couldn’t help your cries of pleasure as he had his way with you, completely captivated watching how unreserved and dominant your husband now was. He was pounding into you with abandon and you could do nothing more than lay there and take it, rolling your own hips up to meet his.

“You’re so incredible,” Newt panted, the sweat forming on his brow as he moved above you and inside you. His hips stuttered to a complete halt though just a moment later and you whined in response, trying to understand why on earth he had stopped but then you saw him scrambling for his wand and muttering about a protection spell.

“Leave it,” you breathed out without a second thought, taking his hand in your own and Newt whipped his head back to look at you in shock. “We don’t...I’m not worried. We’ve spoken about this already and- well I’m ready if you are,” you murmured as you squeezed his hand in yours, looking back at him with wide eyes.

Newt stared back at you blankly for a moment and you were worried you’d upset him but then he was pinning both of your hands back above your head and crashing his lips to yours in a deep kiss as he began to thrust into you again.

This time he was really pounding into you with a whole new sense of purpose and you moaned into his mouth as you squeezed your legs around him, spurring him on to fuck into you harder.

He was handling you far more roughly than he ever had before and you were a trembling mess below him, shrieking into his mouth when one of his hands found its way between your legs again and he thumbed over your sensitive nub again.

Newt pulled back at your shriek but when he saw the look of utter euphoria on your face he tucked his own face into your neck, sucking at the marks he’d made earlier while he jackhammered into you “come on darling, let go for me. Come for me angel”, he murmured directly into your ear like he knew you loved, flicking over your clit even faster.

Your entire body shuddered as the coil in your stomach finally snapped and you came, wrapping your arms around him tightly and crying out into his shoulder as you clenched around him rhythmically.

“Ohhh Merlin, Y/N, Y/N I’m gonna,” he trailed off with a groan when he felt the way you were clenching around him, as if your pussy was trying to milk his cock.

You were still in the midst of your orgasm when you heard him and felt the way his cock swelled inside you just barely and you nodded quickly “yes come for me, baby. Fill me up,” you murmured before capturing his lips again.

Newt rutted into you just a few more times before he finally shattered at the thought of spilling his seed inside you unprotected and the sensation of you still gripping his length. He pumped into you slowly as the warm cum spurted from his cock, filling you to the brim.

You whined softly as the sensation and stroked at his messy hair while Newt collapsed against you, panting heavily against your shoulder.

When his breathing calmed after a minute or so he carefully pulled out from you and you closed your eyes, already missing the feeling of him. He flopped onto the bed beside you and you both lay there, catching your breath, you with a small blissful smile on your face.

“Y/N”, he said it so quietly with the most timid tone that you quickly looked over at him in confusion and when you saw the distressed look on his face you grabbed his hand in your own.

He opened his mouth to talk but you lifted your other hand to press a finger to his mouth, effectively shushing him “Newton, I swear to everything-you-hold-sacred that if you apologise for the best sex we’ve had yet I will hex your mouth shut.”

You looked back at his stunned expression and you moved your finger from his mouth and gently stroked his cheek “unless...unless you regret not using the protection charm. In that case we can reverse it, there’s nothing to worry about.”

You sat up, reaching for your wand but Newt took your hand, shaking his head before he dropped a delicate kiss to the back of your hand “no it’s not that I promise...I was just worried, I got- I got carried away. You promise I didn’t hurt you?”, he murmured, flicking his eyes up to look at you in concern.

“Sweetheart I promise. You didn’t hurt me. I would have told you if I wasn’t enjoying it. You have to trust that,” you soothed, gently caressing his cheek and pressing a soft kiss to his lips a moment later. You were constantly surprised by how gentle and caring he was but you were certainly happy to have seen this new side of your husband.

Newt smiled again and nodded before he gently pulled you into his lap, hugging you close and tucking his face into your shoulder “I love you Mrs. Scamander,” he murmured, smiling at the way you preened at the name.

He lifted you into his arms and headed towards the bathroom, and you wasted no time to smile flirtatiously up at him “ohhhh did I hear you say ‘round two in the shower?’ ” You teased winking up at him.

Newt rolled his eyes fondly at you, shaking his head “shut it you, that’s enough of your teasing for one week,” he said, dropping a gentle kiss to your forehead and you laughed softly in response.

“I love you too, Mr. Scamander.”

-Other Works Here!-

#newt scamander x reader #newton artemis fido scamander #newt scamander x you #newt scamander smut

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thepelagoislands · 5 years ago

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Fable Festival (Arcadia) || January 17th - 25th, 2020

It’s time for the celebration of myths, fables, and legends. It’s the Fable Festival, a special celebration in the middle of Arcadia Island with a focus on books and tradition. Right in front of the town hall is a special area that has been warmed by magic, making it comfortable to stay out and enjoy the outdoors even in the dead of winter. And in this warm area are countless bookshelves lined up for a nice open-air library for the entire island to enjoy for the day!

Of course, the open-air library isn’t the main attraction of the Fable Festival. The true festivities begin with the Role Card Game, a special game that involves regular residents being assigned roles to play during the festival, and they’re tasked with acting as true to their role as they can. Near the end of the day, all residents vote on who stays the truest to their role during the festival, and the winner receives a prize!

Along with the open-air library and the Role Card Game, there will also be a bazaar held along the edge of the warm area. Be sure to bring your best wares to sell to residents!

Bazaar

During the Fable Festival, there will be a large bazaar where anyone is open to selling their wares. Anyone may reserve a space to sell their wares. The only stipulation is that you must not have more than 25 items in stock! Just what you want to do with your stock is completely up to you! For example, you can sell 15 roses and 10 books and you’re good to go for your booth! Or you could even just sell 25 kisses on the cheek if you’re so inclined :wonk:.

Bazaar booths can only be purchased from when the festival officially begins on January 17th.

When you have created your bazaar booth, post it to Tumblr and link the post on a corresponding Discord chat in the OOC server.

Role Card Game

The Role Card Game is a game where, before the festival begins, your muse will receive a role they are to act out during the entire festival! Your muse must attempt to stay in character for the entire festival and show dedication to their acting, as much as they possibly can. Near the end of the festival, a poll will be posted for everyone to vote on who they thought brought the best performance of the festival, and the winner will receive a prize!

In order to sign-up for the Role Card Game, you just need to send a message to the main before January 16th at 10:30pm EST. Soon after, roles will be randomly assigned out of the list below! Everyone will be able to get a role, and new roles will be added the more people join in, so if you want a swing at it, join right in!

An IC Chat will be available for the Role Card Game for the entire event! Good luck acting, y’all!

Current Participants:

Vaughn

Rachel

Neil

Violet

Selphy

Klaus

Muffy

Tina

Popuri

Lily

Alex

Porcoline

Leia

Pandora

Iluka

Alicia

Pia

Clorica

Agate

Julia

Kai

Danny

Mist

Current Roles:

The King (Muffy): A completely bumbling idiot who barely even knows what’s going on in his own kingdom. Tends to believe anything that he is told, no matter how absurd. Extremely in love with The Queen.

The Queen (Vaughn): Currently plotting to overthrow The King and will do anything to achieve this goal. Is in love with The Blue Knight.

The Red Knight (Neil): An extremely dedicated knight who will follow the orders of any noble or royalty around. Seems to be dutiful to a fault.

The Blue Knight (Agate): Lied on their resume and really isn’t fit to be a knight, but is trying their best. Their best just really isn’t good enough. Seems to admire The Red Knight.

The Prince (Selphy): A spoiled brat of a noble who enjoys calling the guards on anyone who even looks at him the wrong way. Has a habit of sending the common folk to jail.

The Princess (Julia): Ran away from home months ago and is currently in hiding from the nobility, the knights, and anyone who may recognize her. Is only hanging around to get the attention of The Stable Boy.

The Aristocrat (Porcoline): A rich idiot who loves squandering his money on just about anything. He has probably asked what color the pink panther is, which is strangely endearing. Infatuated with The Hunter.

The Aristocrat? (Iluka): A member of a noble family from a faraway kingdom. Is actually a peasant girl trying to marry rich and doesn’t know what all of these royal traditions or mannerisms are. She tries so hard.

The Royal Jester (Lily): Tasked with entertaining the royal family. Loves making just about anyone smile. Is especially in love with the Blue Knight.

The Stable Boy (Klaus): Just a boy who loves taking care of his horses. And will do just about anything to protect and/or brag about his horses to the world. Does not see anything wrong with Horse Number Two...

Horse Number One (Danny): An actual horse. Neigh.

Horse Number Two (Clorica): Actually a man in a really bad horse costume, determined to sneak into the castle to steal some gold. However, he must not be discovered for the plan to work.

The Peasant (Tina): Just a peasant on the streets looking to make some coin to make it through the day. Is very clumsy, which lands them into some odd situations.

The Butler (Kai): A lazy butler to The King who will do anything to slack off and sleep somewhere cozy.

The Maid (Leia): A maid who is overtly dedicated to her work, and will do just about anything you ask of her. She will get the job done no matter what! Hopelessly in love with The Princess.

The Fallen Noble (Alex): In a declining family and will do just about anything to marry rich. They will do just about anything to impress the nobility or royalty...

The Baguette Boy (Popuri): Just a boy prancing around with his baguette. He is desperate to share the gifts of bread and to sell all of the bread that he can. Come get this bread.

The Hunter (Violet): A hunter who is in town to sell furs. Is exceptionally handsome and constantly has people fawning over him. However, he is married to the forest. He is not interested in anything else.

The Town Crier (Pandora): Usually calls out the usual news. However, he’s lost his scroll. So now he has to make up the news on the spot.

The Fallen Aristocrat (Rachel): A member of a noble family who has been disgraced and has to live a peasant’s life. Still can’t tolerate peasant life. Is looking to marry The Aristocrat? to regain social status.

The Robin Hood (Alicia): She steals from the rich and gives to the poor. And also flirts with beautiful young women along the way.

The Lover (Mist): Seems to fall in love with someone new every hour or so, maybe even less. Has a lot of love to give, and can’t just contain it to one person.

The Singer (Pia): A street performer who specializes in singing. Unfortunately, has absolutely no sense of pitch and is tone-deaf.

#pi:events #pi:event #pi:fablefestival2020

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archivednimueries · 7 years ago

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So, what's this all about?

In a dystopian future where everything is regulated by the government and there is no getting ahead in the world, it’s hard to find a reason to rise with each new day. The world is colorless, gray and unexciting – everything ran by a plan made well before you were born. When you’re told when to sleep, how to dress and what to do with your life, everything eventually loses its taste and you lose your will in the process.

The Rabbit Hole is for those who crave a little more.

In the dead of night, deep under the city, you may just find the entrance to the Rabbit Hole if you’re lucky. Lavish and decadent, this exclusive club is everything the real world ever sought to keep from you in glorious technicolor. Here you can be who you want and do exactly as you please. Watch the girls and boys dance or buy from the bar, grab at what life up above has denied you. After all, it doesn’t cost much – just a token, really.

Sign away your name on the dotted line.

All names are taken and collected by one of the enigmatic and elusive Queens. From the moment you leave one of their opulent throne rooms to venture into the other areas of their realm, your name is no longer your own. In its place, you are given a new name and a new identity in the form of a mask. Which, in reality, is better for you, isn’t it? If no one knows your name, and no one knows your face then you can go back to your mundane life when morning comes. What harm could come of signing an insignificant piece of paper?

Tell me, would you sell your soul to gain a life worth living?

So come inside, have a drink and lose yourself in the world that time forgot. Won’t you stay a while and eat our food? Now’s your chance to feel something, why not dive right in?

Who All Is In The Cast?

Red Queen -

White Queen - @maidregalia

Queen of Hearts - @hcartless

Alice -

Red King -

Jabberwock / Cheshire Cat - @fateweary

King of Hearts -

The Duchess -

Knave of Hearts - @hornblowcr

Red Knight -

White Knight - @sixthofficer

White Rabbit -

Mad Hatter -

March Hare -

Dormouse -

Tweedle Dee -

Tweedle Dum -

Catterpillar -

{Please note that other Wonderland characters are also available, or even made up names. If you need help coming up with one, you can always message me. Examples of possible names: Red Rook, White Bishop, Ace of Hearts, etc.}

How To Apply

Character Name: Wonderland Name: FC: Aboveground Occupation: Age in Verse: Number of Years in Wonderland: Court Affiliation: (Red,White, One of the Suits) Bio: 3 + Paragraphs (Include any developed powers or the like.)

What Is It, Really?

This is a group verse set in a Dystopian Film Noir setting in the year 2584. Basically, the world is in shambles with something of a 1940’s twist. Warfare and complete obliteration forced the world to restart, and instead of flying cars and hoverboards, we have a handful of cities and a nation left barren and full of dust. Those cities have electricity, running water, high skyscrapers and even technology, but due to government regulations life carries on as it did when people could be controlled and Big Brother didn’t have to reach so far to keep his eye on the prize.

Bring in the forties and fifties, won’t you? The trolleys, the fashion, the cars and those quaint little one stop diners – this has them all. A person’s life is entirely and wholly organized from birth, marriage and to death by The Powers, those that were given the task of leading the world once it all fell apart.

While there might not be life outside of the cities, below in the Underground lies a realm that thrives just as it has since the dawn of time. It’s been known by many names, but now it’s just called Wonderland and one has to fall through the Rabbit Hole to find it. This is a land of bright color, music and everything the drab neutral world above has ever been denied. While most people who visit only ever get to see the Rabbit Hole itself or one of the Queen’s courts in the flesh – there’s an entire world just waiting to be explored.

The Underground is actually a fae realm, and all the members of royalty and some of the court are fae. Mortals can and will develop powers befitting their personality the more time they spend in Wonderland. Some have even been known to go mad.

But, What About Wonderland?

Yes, what about Wonderland? Despite being a utopia away from the Aboveground, Wonderland is a land riddled with political intrigue and strife. To better understand the world, one has to go back to the beginning.

Before Wonderland, the entire realm of the Underground was ruled by one man - a God of his own making - the JABBERWOCK. For many years he was a selfless man who all but broke his back in his attempts to keep his lands prosperous and plenty. When war threatened his lands for the first time, he allowed himself to be taken over by the spirit of something darker - something sinister enough to take on the oncoming peril. When the war was won and the day over, this spirit continued to cling. Eventually, the Jabberwock’s kingdom became a dark one riddled with the blood of its own people. Sacrifices were ordered and the land began to die.

THE RED QUEEN, THE QUEEN OF HEARTS, and THE WHITE QUEEN conspired to bring this reign of terror to an end. The youngest of them, The White Queen, was told by her two elders to infiltrate the court and ensnare the Jabberwock with a spell that would weaken him and lead to his downfall. The web they wove became further entangled when the Jabberwock, realizing their plan, married the White Queen in an ancient binding ceremony and played on her heartstrings to change her allegiance.

The day of the battle was an uncertain one. The Red Queen and The Queen of Hearts standing on one side of the field while the Jabberwock commanded the other. The tides were in his favor. It wasn’t until The White Queen joined her sisters that the dark fray was pushed back and his armies defeated. Together the Queens combined their power to destroy the Jabberwock.

Believing that they had eviscerated his body during the attack, the history of the Jabberwock was struck from the records and the Queens forbade the use of his true name. They and the remaining subjects all drank a potion to forget. From the ashes, WONDERLAND was born and each of the Queens claimed a piece of the realm for their own. Forsaking their true names in favor of their current titles and masks, their solution to keeping the land and themselves alive was the system of taking names that you now know.

Alright, so what else?

There are a few things to take note of both Aboveground and in the Underground.

Aboveground, everyone’s life and career have been given to them by THE POWERS. There is no choice or free will. You either do as you’re told, do as you’ve been taught or you face the punishment. There is a special task force called the NOBLE GUARDS who keep everything regulated and patrol the streets. The city has a curfew and when ten o’clock rolls around, everyone had better be tucked in their beds.

If you’re one of the resourceful few that make it into WONDERLAND, you need to remember that taking off your mask or revealing your name are not permitted. Anonymity is one of the safeguards beyond the RABBIT HOLE and failure to comply will result in banishment or worse. There are some creatures that frequent the Rabbit Hole that actually live within Wonderland – creatures that are far older and more powerful than their nighttime visitors. The dancers, the Queens and various members of their court – All of them reside within Wonderland’s borders. Some of them have a fake life above, one to amuse them from time to time.

A few residents did start out as human, as funny as that may sound. Prolonged visits to Wonderland can result in certain changes. Latent powers can develop, features may change or grow more prominent and a sudden clarity of the senses can make the world a little maddening. Partaking in their wine, drinking their food and dancing within their halls are all something of a decadent drug that can become addicting. The more time you spend away from Wonderland, the greater your longing to return will become. Being banished has sometimes resulted in madness and death. The brief nightly visits of most will not result in changes, but the addiction is still there.

What Are The Rules?

While it is not necessary to follow all members of the group rp, please try to keep interaction and plotting going across the board.

You are allowed to have supernatural powers if you like. All fae born have glamour and thrall. How else could they have created their fake lives Aboveground?

Don’t God-mod. I mean, really.

Be kind and keep your drama ic instead of ooc.

TAG ALL OF YOUR THINGS AS GV : DYSTOPIAN WONDERLAND

If you have questions please ask me, don’t just fumble around in the dark.

#long post //#ooc. ► ❝ he said i had been taught heathendom ❞ ┈ self promo #( i'm only really posting this on the dash rn to see if it generates interest )

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remmyme · 8 years ago

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Fandom Fanfic Basics

Fandom: Merlin (Arthur/Merlin)

Favorite Canon fic:

In Time of Trail by Shine

Uther fears his son's power, and Merlin has helped Arthur flee to escape imprisonment. Now the two of them must fight to regain Arthur's rightful place in Camelot.

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Suspense! Angst! Plot! Politics! BAMF Merlin and more! The beginning arc of the fic is so tense and heart-poundingly good, and then when Merlin and Arthur are forced to flee Camelot (and who doesn’t love that trope?) it’s sad then it’s hopeful then it’s epic then the good guys win! And then you want to jump on the bed with joy over how cool this great little story is.

Favorite AU:

A New Low by Rosie_Rues

Written for this prompt at kinkme_merlin, which asked for diabetic!Merlin stuck in a lift with Arthur. It grew from there.

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Modern!AU, hurt/comfort, prat!Arthur who’s really just a big teddy bear, longsuffering!Merlin who’s kind of an asshole… What’s not to love?

Favorite Short fic:

Millions of Peaches by Dira Sudis (dsudis)

"I know what this is, Merlin."

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Oh my goodness but the way the author harnesses a certain mastery of imagery into this little golden nugget of a fic. You see and feel and smell and touch everything Merlin does and you might even feel compelled to head out to your local grocery after reading.

(Then it gets better no but seriously I love this fic.)

Favorite Long fic:

Accidental Memory In The Case Of Death by derryere

author in Merlin on AO3

Tony O does not befriend losers. Tony O is not gay, not crazy, he is not particularly nice and he is most definitely not royalty. Destiny disagrees.

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*warnings: dub-con, (temporary) major character death*

Okay. So. I have a lot of feelings, here. A lot of people don’t like this fic, and I GET WHY, but this is my #1 of all Merlin fic there ever was. It almost reads like an original fiction, where derryere weaves an incredible story of love, fear, heartbreak and healing. People say it starts slow, and the characters are OOC, but (at least for me) this story is incredibly immersing from start to finish. I think the OOC complaint is nothing but reincarnation fic done right, real and raw. Derryere has a very unique and distinct voice in her writing, in the way all of the greats do. She is hands-down one of the best and this story in particular is THE best.

Favorite Angst:

So Are They All, All Honourable Men by seperis

Considering Arthur's future wife will be chosen less for compatibility than for her political value, Merlin may be the only marriage he'll have that won't end in bloodshed or a great deal of fortifying wine.

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This one’s an emotional rollercoaster, y’all. The author does an awesome job at capturing the absolute, anything-and-everything need for each other that simmers between Arthur and Merlin. It’s unspoken, desperate and a bit broken, but this is why we love them! The story’s gut-clenching, heart-wrenching from start to finish. But in the best way possible, I swear!

Favorite Fluff:

Fostered by rageprufrock

Obviously, it was not just any sort of egg.

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The kind of fic where you just can’t chase the smiles away. Pru is a miracle, as always.

Favorite PWP:

So That I Might Be Where You Are by cherrybina

When a spell goes wrong, Merlin and Arthur are linked together in an unusual way, which leads to lots and lots of UST.

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SO MUCH UST. Delayed gratification at its finest, and ho boys, when the levee breaks…

Favorite Fusion/Crossover:

A Study in Natural Philosophy by Mad_Maudlin

It wasn't all that unusual for people to hide their daemons; Merlin, however, seems to be taking it a little far.

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His Dark Materials fusion! I love Arthur’s daemon kind of a lot?? And I really enjoyed the bird-daemon stigma element to the story. A great read!

Favorite Fandom Trope:

More Lovely and More Temperate by Saucery

Really, it was ridiculous to think that he couldn't handle a bit of drink, just because he was a woman. Arthur was getting sick and tired of attentive and semi-petrified knights trying to pry him away from his ale. He was Crown Prince, damn it - or Princess, for now - and he could celebrate his twenty-first birthday as he sodding well pleased.

"You're embarrassing yourself," hissed Merlin, after the good Sir Gawain caught himself staring down Arthur's bodice, went red in the face, and staggered away from the table like a man in fear for his sanity.

"I'm enjoying myself." Poor Gawain. He was such easy prey.

"You're flaunting your breasts."

"Isn't that what they're for? Morgana flaunts hers an awful lot."

Merlin's face contorted in an interesting way, and he glanced around the hall as if to check for Morgana's presence. "I can't believe you just said that," he whispered fiercely, "and also, I can't believe you're competing with Morgana over... over this!"

"We've always competed, ever since we were children. Drove Father quite mad."

"I can imagine," Merlin muttered.

"And mine are bigger, anyway. They are, aren't they?"

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Trope: Genderbending

I love love LOVE genderbend, in all forms and fandoms. And oh man, this fic (magically-a-girl!Arthur rather than always-a-girl!Arthur) is gold. Hilarious and scorchingly hot.

Favorite Fandom Author:

astolat in Merlin at AO3

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Let’s just say this list could easily be 70% populated with astolat fic. Read everything.

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(And because I’m unrepentant fandom trash)

Favorite RPF:

RPS DOESN'T GET TO HAVE A TITLE by derryere

author in Merlin on AO3

Behold my RPF, in which Bradley thinks people should call him to hang out and do stuff.

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OK I’M CHEATING IN A BIG WAY by using derryere twice on a list of 11 but I absolutely cannot in good conscience rec an RPF without reccing this RPF.

…sorry not sorry *cries*

#merlin #fanfiction #fic rec #fandom fanfic basics #shinetheway #rosie_rues #dsudis #derryere #sepris #rageprufrock #cerrybina #mad_maudlin #saucery #astolat

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nimueriesa · 8 years ago

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So, what's this all about?

The Rabbit Hole is for those who crave a little more.

Sign away your name on the dotted line.

All names are taken and collected by one of the enigmatic and elusive Queens. From the moment you leave one of their opulent throne rooms to venture into the other areas of their realm, your name is no longer your own. In its place you are given a new name and a new identity in the form of a mask. Which, in reality, is better for you, isn’t it? If no one knows your name, and no one knows your face then you can go back to your mundane life when morning comes. What harm could come of signing an insignificant piece of paper?

Tell me, would you sell your soul to gain a life worth living?

So come inside, have a drink and lose yourself in the world that time forgot. Won’t you stay a while and eat our food? Now’s your chance to feel something, why not dive right in?

Who All Is In The Cast?

Red Queen - morgxine

White Queen - nimueries

Queen of Hearts - chiiiaroscuro

Alice -

Red King -

Jabberwock -

King of Hearts -

The Duchess -

Jack of Hearts -

Red Knight -

White Knight -

White Rabbit -

Mad Hatter -

Cheshire Cat -

March Hare -

Dormouse -

Tweedle Dee -

Tweedle Dum -

Catterpillar -

How To Apply

What Is It, Really?

This is a group verse set in a Dystopian Film Noir setting in the year 2584. Basically, the world is in shambles with something of a 1940’s twist. Warfare and complete obliteration forced the world to restart, and instead of flying cars and hover boards, we have a handful of cities and a nation left barren and full of dust. Those cities have electricity, running water, high skyscrapers and even technology, but due to government regulations life carries on as it did when people could be controlled and Big Brother didn’t have to reach so far to keep his eye on the prize.

But, What About Wonderland?

Before Wonderland, the entire realm of the Underground was ruled by one man - a God of his own making - the JABBERWOCK. For many years he was a selfless man who all but broke his back in his attempts to keep his lands prosperous and plenty. When war threatened his lands for the first time, he allowed himself to be taken over by the spirit of something darker - something sinister enough to take on the oncoming peril. When the war was won and the day over, this spirit continued to cling. Eventually the Jabberwock’s kingdom became a dark one riddled with the blood of its own people. Sacrifices were ordered and the land began to die.

Together they imprisoned him far under ground and forbade the use of his true name. They and the remaining subjects all drank a potion to forget. From the ashes, Wonderland was born and each of the Queens claimed a piece of the realm for their own. Forsaking their true names in favor of their current titles and masks, their solution to keeping the land and themselves alive was the system of taking names that you now know.

Alright, so what else?

There are a few things to take note of both Aboveground and in the Underground.

Aboveground, everyone’s life and career have been given to them by the Powers. There is no choice or free will. You either do as you’re told, do as you’ve been taught or you face the punishment. There is a special task force called the Noble Guards who keep everything regulated and patrol the streets. The city has a curfew and when ten o’clock rolls around, everyone had better be tucked in their beds.

If you’re one of the resourceful few that make it into Wonderland, you need to remember that taking off your mask or revealing your name are not permitted. Anonymity is one of the safeguards beyond the Rabbit Hole and failure to comply will result in banishment or worse. There are some creatures that frequent the Rabbit Hole that actually live within Wonderland – creatures that are far older and more powerful than their nighttime visitors. The dancers, the Queens and various members of their court – All of them reside within Wonderland’s borders. Some of them have a fake life above, one to amuse them from time to time.

What Are The Rules?

While it is not necessary to follow all members of the group rp, please try to keep interaction and plotting going across the board.

You are allowed to have supernatural powers if you like. All fae born have glamour and thrall. How else could they have created their fake lives Aboveground?

Don’t God-mod. I mean, really.

Be kind and keep your drama ic instead of ooc.

TAG ALL OF YOUR THINGS AS V : DYSTOPIAN WONDERLAND

If you have questions please ask me, don’t just fumble around in the dark.

#long post for ts #v : dystopian wonderland #OOC┊▌❝ ˢᶤᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵐʸ ᵒʷᶰ ʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ ᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ❞ ┊► ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏ #( going to give this thing another go )#( i need to revamp nim's original bio a bit but eh ~ )#( if you were in it previously and you're interested in reprising your role #feel free to talk to me about it ~ )

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hopespringsevents-blog · 8 years ago

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The people of Hope Springs are invited to participate and attend the annual Hope Springs’ Renaissance Faire!

About the Faire:

The faire will take place in the town square and will run from April 2nd to April 9th. People will be able to dress in costumes, fill various roles, sell or buy food drink, and other handmade things that would have been available. No electronics (cell phones, tablets, computers etc) should be brought in to the faire. The faire will run from 8AM- 7PM each day.

Participation:

People are invited to fill many roles! King, Queen, Knights (may be any gender), court physicians, court jester, peasants, servants to the King, servants to the Queen, and more! All roles are open to people of any role. All roles except for King and Queen may have more than one person in that role. Please send in your top two choices to the event blog. Look the part, talk the talk, go all out!

King and Queen:

The King and Queen spots will only be filled by one person, and therefore that person should be available for a substantial amount of the time. The King and Queen slots will be filled by voting. If you wish to have one of these slots send a message in to the Hope Springs Event blog. You may promote yourself for King or Queen in any way that you wish.

Clothing:

Purple belongs to the King and Queen. Do not wear it if you are not royalty. Black, red, vivid jewel-tone colors belong to the nobility and extremely wealthy. Earth tones belong to everyone, most especially peasants. Your fabrics should be natural, breathable fibers. No synthetics. No velvet or silk for anyone but royalty, nobility and the wealthy commoners.Jewelry, fur and feathers belong to the very rich. Hats finish off the costume. Wear them for sun protection and for authenticity. Leather belongs to the lower classes, except for outdoor-wear shoes and gloves. Those leather items may be worn by everyone.

Roles and Forms of Address

While at the Renaissance Faire only, traditional roles (Dominant, Switch, sub) will not matter, what will matter is their role in the Renaissance society. Ex. A Dominant who is a knight would be expected to call the King and Queen by title and show them the due respect of their position.

Schedule of Events:

Sunday, March 26th- Saturday, April 1st - Sign up for roles in the faire

Thursday, March 30th and Friday, March 31st- voting for King and Queen

Saturday, April 1st- King and Queen announcement

The Faire will run from 8AM to 7PM each day!

Sunday, April 2nd 8AM- Set up of faire and final preparations 12PM- Safety and Health discussion for those preforming 2PM- Opening of the faire- announcements by the King and Queen.

Sunday, April 9th- Feast for those who participated in the faire in the Town Hall at 7PM.

OOC:

Because of the no technology at the faire, all posts that take place there should be assumed are F2F. Please make some sort of distinction in starters, to show it is F2F and not on the dash. You can tag it as hsrennfaire17.

I’ve purposely left this open to be more free form. Feel free to plot certain activities once you know what you’ll be (ex. the knights having training with the king, the queen meeting her servant(s) etc)

#hsrennfaire17

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les-bi-katamari · 7 years ago

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SESSION 12

We pick up right there in the middle of the road. The carriage-driver has taken off - Brianne tells Ghorza her demon book was in it.

Ghorza turns to the soldiers, unarmed, and says, “I hope you can believe that we are not your enemies.” We start talking about the undead in the forest - the soldiers were entirely unaware of them, saying it sounded impossible since ranger captains regularly patrol the forest. We started asking them more about Theris, and tell them the real story, and ask if any of the rangers have gone missing. They suddenly start to remember many, many, many people who have vanished, that they hadn’t been thinking of, how could they not have realized -

Ghorza suddenly remembers the thing Megs had saw, that had stolen their memories of it. When she brings it up, Megs doesn’t really know much, but says that it’s very “out of sight, out of mind.”

While Ghorza tries to comfort them, Apphia and Brianne go to investigate the Purifier’s sword. Apphia managed to pick it up, with no adverse affects aside from getting a faint sense of the violence inherent in it.

Brianne examines the sword more. The Abyssal text is similar to what we’ve seen before; only the gold in the runes is different. Gold is, of course, a metal associated with purity - and Lyrae’s scales and leaves were also gold. It seems to be significantly associated with more powerful monsters. This transformation was also instantaneous, with no prolonged ritual necessary, and produced a much stronger creature. The ritual may have been prepared ahead of time?

Reminder note: one of Galaias’s epithets is ‘the golden-scaled’

Most of the people the soldiers have been talking about are outriders, rangers. Apphia recognizes a couple from her friendship with one of her dad’s guards? Brianne retrieves the fake warrant from the ground; Ghorza talks soldier talk with the remaining elves and invites them back to Vassarein, where their patron might help protect them.

Apphia asks Ghorza to carry the body of the fallen soldier over to her. Since the fire, everything smells like blood and fire and Ghorza… likes it. When she approaches the corpse, broken and bloody, torn by the Knight’s jaws… GOD it smells good. She’s hungry again. She carefully avoids drooling, sets the body down, and backs the hell off. Apphia lets the soldiers say their goodbyes and give last rites before the pyre.

We start discussing plans for getting to Vassarein. The soldiers have two horses; Cadence is a third. That accounts for six riders: we have the three elves, Ghorza, Apphia, Brianne, Megs, and Nemeth. Nemeth (and then Megs) offer to stay and wait for the next carriage.

“Megs says, ‘We’re basically best friends now!’ Nemeth stares at you like she’s on the Office.”

We also decide to leave the sword with Nemeth, since it doesn’t seem magicky any more. She’ll bring it and we’ll have it melted down.

[I, OOC, insist that Ghorza should ride with one of the elves, since that will leave Apphia and Brianne together on Cadence. Plus she’s like bonded with the soldiers and stuff.]

There’s a LONG discussion between Gwen and Megan about which of Brianne and Apphia should be in front, whether animal handling proficiency would be necessary to ‘steer’ Cadence (Lin: “CADENCE IS NOT ACTUALLY A HORSE!”), and land vehicle proficiency (Lin: “yes, she would count as a land vehicle”) before we finally set out.

We get back to Vassarein and track down the carriage pretty easily - it’s more Fantasy Amtrak, it’s a public service, core infrastructure of the Marches thing - and tip him very heavily as we retrieve our stuff. I give the elves some money for a meal, send ‘em to the Orcish Forge and tell them to tell her moms that Ghorza sent them. It’ll be an hour until the next carriage arrives.

While waiting for the tieflings, we read up on demons:

“Bloody-Handed Galaias was once summoned at the behest of a sadistic elven warlord who desired the subjugation of another elven city that had resisted his assaults up until then. Having long nursed his hatred and arcane power from the depths of the Abyss, she answered his call and led an army of elves and demons to reduce his enemies to ruin. Then the Purifying Light tortured the elf to death, trapped his soul, and forced him to watch her devour his family before devouring him as well. Drunk on the blood and terror of her summoner’s former subjects, she was later banished by an alliance of powerful heroes, and the tyrant’s nascent empire collapsed in her wake.”

…Ghorza’s resolve to not give in to Galaias is strengthened because WHAT THE FUCK.

We wonder if this might be the history of Isvanir and Tarjanir, the ruined elven city where the Oneiric Lens was found? It is NOT, according to Apphia; this is something else. That said, it IS kinda similar. “Two is a coincidence, more is a pattern.” Galaias ‘the Feybane’ seems to be targeting elves again, and places linked to the Fey like Azure Glade.

The fall of Tarjanir: it was besieged by the dwarves, and the desperate elves did… something. The dwarves vanished from their mountain halls shortly after - at least, they haven’t been heard from since, and they are presumed dead. The site of Tarjanir is abandoned now, said to be haunted by the ghosts of elves and dwarves, and people Do Not Go There. Tons of refugees from Tarjanir settled in Vassarein, living mostly in slums.

[Various ooc quotes: “Yeah, I’ve plotted Apphia’s family all the way back to the dragon and the dragon-fucker.” “Dragons are too powerful for gender” “True vers / Neutral bangin” “With Ceremony, I could only marry humanoids within 10 feet of me, so we’d be limited to a 25-person marriage.” “Unless… we create new geometries in defiance of the DnD rules…” “Okay so how many wives could we stack into a 10-foot cube?” “Well, a dome is a more stable structure.” “Okay, so for the stability of the WifeDome…” “You know, in the Astral Plane there’s no gravity, so we could make it a complete sphere, maximize the number of wives in the spell’s volume.”]

OKAY BACK TO THE BOOK “Galaias was a giant in life - a Fomorian. She is a patron to them, but is a minor power, despite her immense strength, because the Fomorians were cursed by the Archfey to lose their beauty, their magic, and their minds. There are few Fomorians remaining who have the mental capacity remaining to understand Galaias, let alone worship her. Thus she reaches out to the lesser races.”

The next carriage arrives after an hour with the Tieflings - Megs is riding on top, sprawled and clinging to a luggage rack. We hear laughter from inside - a older gentlewoman in fine clothes, middle merchant class, is blushing and saying “Oh, you’re TERRIBLE!” Nemeth says, “Oh, you have no idea yet how terrible I can be. I’ll see you again.” She flirts a lot more as the woman leaves. Ghorza gives Nemeth a high-five.

It becomes apparent that no one else remembered that The Orcish Forge is a bakery, so we just stash the sword there for now, and do not melt it down in the bread ovens.

Megs suggests that she could probably sneak in, like, you know, she could. Apphia says her plan is to Alter Self into a specific maid, get to Ivandra, and get her to bring Silenne with her. Megs says “okay, well, I was just saying I could. I don’t have to or anything. I’ll just go try to swipe some food-” “Did you literally just tell me you’re planning to go steal from my parents.” “NO, I’m not going to steal from them! Just like see if they would give-” “You said swipe!” “I just meant, like, they might give me some, cause we’re friends now!” It was beautiful. Lin plays Megs REALLY well.

We head off - the rest of us are going to go into the castle too, but try to hide in the conservatory to ambush not-Silenne. Apphia will get a head start.

[She heads up first - the servants’ entrance is unlocked. She enters, holding a cloth bundle that is actually her cloak. She heads up to Ivandra’s room - it appears to be just the two of them. Ivandra looks exhausted, her chambers disorganized. Apphia’s plan goes off without a hitch and she heads on down to meet us.]

The rest of us just kinda headed on up to the servant’s entrance and didn’t know what to do. We don’t know the way to the conservatory. We decide to just walk in and act like we’re supposed to be there. Ghorza absolutely talks chummily to the chefs and offers to help them out, and there’s no problem. I chat with them a bit. Apphia comes to fetch us and we go to hide in the Solarium, waiting for Ivandra to bring not-Silenne. It’s empty and beautiful. We all take up positions.

Megs tries to hide behind a flower arrangement and Ghorza herds her back to the wall. M: “I totally had it under control, and it was fine, and you just had to cramp my style-” G:“Yeah, I hate fun.” M: “You kinda do?” G: “Sorry. I’ll make it up to you, okay?” A: “Please keep quiet!”

As not-Silenne walks in and the doors shut, Apphia immediately charms her. We start investigating and discover Silenne is alive, locked in a cupboard in her room. We convince her Ivandra is on the cult’s side now to keep her talking, making allusions to killing off Aren.

Spy: “Well, he is busy - facing the Hordes of Ardazhan alone - if I was facing them down alone I’d be worried”

Uhhhh. We press for more, what the fuck?

Spy: “Whole lot of nasty characters went dormant after a failed conquest of this region. And now… they’re waking up. Dwarves, from the north. They’ve fallen to demons. You know. Aron’s gone up with soldiers to try and stem the tide. He’s hoping Isvanir will send help, but I think we both know it won’t be coming! Soon Cyric will have what he wants.”

G: “…and what does our God want, again?”

Spy: “Heh, you should ask this one [Ivandra]. It wasn’t too long ago you were playing for the other team.”

I: “No more! No more talk! We need to stop her, now!”

And it’s a fight, as a teal-green light builds up in Ivandra’s hands and she hurls a spell at the spy. “Silenne” flickers, and the illusion drops, revealing a gaunt woman with messy brown hair and a twisted scar across her cheek and jaw, dressed in studded leather armor. We drop her EXTREMELY fast, nonlethally. Ivandra says, “What are you doing?! Finish her!” but we talk her down. Ivandra rushes off to find the real Silenne, and we loot and tie up the spy.

She had some standard armor and shortsword, as well as thieves’ tools and a poisoner’s kit. We decide to keep the tools as a spare (Ghorza will carry them). Then there’s this exchange.

Ghorza: “Is Megs gonna take the poisoner’s kit?” Megs: “Uh, NO? Why would you think I would want that?” G: “Um, sorry, I just - you pick locks and stuff-” M: “That doesn’t mean I KILL PEOPLE! … I mean, I do, but like, it’s not one of my favorite pastimes or anything! I don’t go looking for new fancy ways of killing people! Arrow does just fine.” G: “Yeah. Sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed.” M: “Tell you what. Bake me something good, and we’ll call it even.” G: “Deal”. Megs raises her hand. Imp: “Ok, Ghorza goes in for a- wait was Megs going for a fist bump or a handshake? (Handshake.) Okay, Ghorza goes in for a fist bump, but then switches to-” “Megs also switches.” They sorta give up. (beat) Brianne: “So if noone else wants it, I’ll take the poisoner’s kit!”

We tie up the unconscious spy and mull over the new revelations.

End session.

#recap #day 5

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thepelagoislands · 6 years ago

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Cherry Blossom Festival || April 20th - 28th, 2019

The Cherry Blossom trees of Arcadia are in full bloom, so City Hall has decided to have a small celebration to celebrate both the blooming of the blossoms and the coming of the Spring season! In front of City Hall is a large bazaar with various booths set up by the various citizens of the region. And in the center of this display, right beside a long row of cherry blossom trees, is the main event of the festival, the Role Card event!

During the festival, there are two main events to participate in. There is a bazaar opportunity for your character to sell items (perhaps some cherry blossom themed ones?) and also there will be the role card event!

Bazaar Booths

As always, bazaar booths can be set up by anyone in the region who wants to sell certain wares to the masses! This time around, you have a maximum store stock of 25 only. You can sell all sorts of items that your heart desires, but you can only sell 25 items in total! So, for example, you can sell 20 Flowers and 5 Backrubs if you really desire that kind of store!

Once you post your bazaar to your character blogs, please post a link in the corresponding channel in the OOC Discord so people can peruse at the leisure!

Role Card Game

The Role Card Game is a particular game where participants are randomly given a specific role to act out. The goal is to not break character at all during the game no matter what. During the game, people will vote on which participants are sticking the closest to their role, and the top three participants who get the most votes will win a prize!

The Role Card Game will take place in the RP Discord channel that will open in the OOC Discord! Make sure you RP in there often to make sure your acting is shown off to all of the voters!

In order to participate, message the main with who is participating in the game! Everyone who signs up will receive a role, so don’t worry about signing up when there aren’t that many roles. Additional roles will be made for every person who signs up outside of the initially written roles, so sign up to your heart’s content!

Please sign up by April 19th at 10PM EST. Roles will be randomly assigned soon after that deadline.

List of Roles (MORE WILL BE ADDED IF THE PARTICIPANT LIST EXCEEDS 22):

The Fool: A wanderer from a land far away. Though they’re a very friendly sort, they have no idea of the common customs of the area are and takes everything extremely literally.

The Magician: A great magician who works under the Emperor and Empress, though is actively plotting for their downfall. Very manipulative and cunning, and considers everyone around them to be akin to chess pieces on a huge chess board.

The High Priestess: A beautiful priestess who is in constant communion with the gods and communicates their wishes to everyone around them. Is also an extremely sarcastic woman who constantly shames the Emperor.

The Empress: The beautiful ruler of the land, the wife of the Emperor, and the parent of The Sun. Tends to be very flighty and gullible and believes anything you tell her.

The Emperor: The other ruler of the land, the husband of the Empress, and parent of The Sun. It’s pretty obvious that power has gone to his head and is very selfish.

The Hierophant: The high priest of the kingdom and a very wise one at that. Is very strict when it comes to the rules and laws of the world, and won’t hesitate to call Justice and Judgement if he witnesses someone going against them. He’s a dirty snitch, that’s what he is.

The Lover: The local flirt and hopeless romantic who will fall in love with anyone who pays him any attention.

The Chariot: A nobleman who treats everyone around him like peons. Always loves flaunting his wealth and showing everyone just how much more money he has than everyone else. His fiance, Temperance, has been missing for several weeks.

Strength: An unsuspecting peasant who is in possession of the most powerful magic in all the land. She uses it to help her with her day-to-day chores.

The Hermit: A lonely hermit who has only just recently emerged from some cave in the woods to finally interact with the other folk. However...all he seems to think to talk about is his pet rat, Steven.

Wheel of Fortune: A local gambler who is desperate for some more coin to gamble with. Is not above begging and will do anything to gamble away some more money.

Justice: A brave knight who is extremely dutiful to defending the law and the rulers of the land. Is also desperately in love with The Lover.

The Hanged Man: A criminal who has been sentenced to death by The Emperor for a crime they have not committed. Has recently broken out of prison and is desperate not to land in jail again.

Death: A soldier who just returned from the battlefield and is determined to live a normal life back home. Their strategy? By starting a cabbage stand and making a living selling cabbages.

Temperance: A noblewoman disguised as a peasant in order to escape a marriage with The Chariot. Is still getting used to the whole peasant thing, and misses a lot of her noble perks.

The Devil: A demon who has risen up from the earth to cause mischief while disguised as an ordinary person. Enjoys being evil for the sake of being evil.

The Tower: A noblewoman who is actually a peasant in disguise. Desperately looking to marry rich.

The Star: A popular singer who is famous throughout the land. Enjoys breaking out into song whenever possible and serenading attractive people.

The Moon: A powerful magician who thinks he can understand animals...but actually can’t. And is constantly thinking that the animals are bad mouthing him.

The Sun: The positive, fun-loving princess and daughter of The Emperor and The Empress. Constantly tries to avoid her guards so she can really enjoy what the town has to offer.

Judgement: The Sun’s personal bodyguard and a dutiful knight. While he is very attentive to his duties, he tends to be distracted easily.

The World: The Harvest Goddess herself disguised as a peasant. She enjoys testing people on their charity and generally causing mischief around town. Has fallen hopelessly in love with Temperance.

List of Participants:

Marla

Violet

Felicity

Lillie

Rylan

Frey

Claire

Popuri

Marian

Tina

Calvin

Lily

Alex (SV)

Lanna

Komari

Kyle

Gwen

Kana

Gray

Lest

Mist

Max

#pi:events #pi:event #pi:cherryblossomfestival

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