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[degrees-of-fuck]

Trying to come up with titles for my PCs/Misc OCs...

I like Clara the Phantom. As in a Phantom Thief. but also as in a ghost. And also also as in a person that is not real and does not exist.

For Lettie, I could pull a disco elysium reference and call her an Innocence lol. But I kind of prefer Lettice the Heavensent.

And for my horrible twins,,,

Edin (spelled that way bc they’re a regular OC that I somehow ended up making an AU of for a game with a character named Eden RIP),,, hm. Edin the Elder and Esmee the Younger works for their weird co-dependence lol. They are a single entity (supposedly). Do not separate.

And for a character I’m working on that mostly exists for backstory purposes, Amethyst the Ashen. As in she has kind of a washed out pale/ashen appearance. and also she is now probably Ashes lol.

[writerthreads]

SYNONYMS FOR COLOURS

Red (and versions of it): cardinal, coral, crimson, flaming, glowing, maroon, rose, blooming, blush, brick, burgundy, carmine, cerise, cherry, ruby, salmon (requires more detail, ie. "salmon pink"), mahogany (reddish-brown), wine

Orange: tangerine, apricot, coral, amber, rust, salmon, peach, burnt sienna, sunset, blush, turmeric (orangey-yellow), marigold, carrot, marmalade, cantaloupe

Yellow: marigold, sunflower, amber, gold, lemon, canary, mustard, daffodil, saffron, blonde, butter, honey, maize, flaxen, topaz, cream, chartreuse, buttercup, primrose, corn

Green: emerald, olive, jade, lime, mint, forest, sage, moss, grass fern, dark, kelp, seafoam, shamrock, olive, evergreen, lettuce, cyan, turquoise, swamp, apple, honeydew, frog

Blue: aquamarine, aqua, ice, blueberry, Caribbean, teal, navy, azure, sky, cobalt, indigo, sapphire, royal, denim, periwinkle, lapis, electric (+blue), midnight, baby blue, bluebell

Purple: royal, violet, indigo, beet, lavender, hyacinth, plum, magenta, periwinkle, grape, lilac, iris, mauve, amethyst, orchid, fuchsia, heather

White: cotton, cream, almond, pearlish, bleached, ashen, ivory, snow, pearl, milk, chalk, silver, alabaster, marble, cotton, eggshell

Black: ebony, jet, coal, onyx, raven, charcoal, ink, sable, obsidian, midnight, caviar, soot, licorice

[sakkiichi]

HERE COMES THE SUN.

They comfort you while you’re having a difficult time.

ft. Childe, Lyney, Albedo, Shikanoin Heizou x gn! reader.

cw/genre: hurt/comfort.

for my dear @https-furina I know you’ve been going through trying times lately, so I hope this can comfort you a little <3 I also struggled a lot with Heizou’s part, so I apologize if it’s no good at all…

if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !

✧ CHILDE

Linen sheets feel like ropes on raw skin against the morning chill.

Its warm cream color, ashen, nothing like the mirror sunrises you were used to witnessing right after you opened your eyes.

What’s the point in opening them anymore? You wonder.

You bury your face against the pillows. In any other occasion, you would have been grateful for the coolness of its silk.

Now it’s just an iceberg. Like a missing shard of your shallow beating heart.

“Someone’s sleepy today.” A familiarly perky voice greets, the mattress dipping slightly with new weight.

You rolling in the other direction is all the greeting that meets him.

“Hey, love! It’s time to wake up!” Childe chuckles, his hand gently shaking your body.

Yet something already tells him this is not right; you usually would have already shoved him away by now.

But today you’re just… unresponsive…

The dull oceans of his stare rise in dangerous waves at your state.

Hesitant, he calls your name, his tone more like a question.

And this time, he does get an answer.

Familiar arms he adores wrapped around him loop around his middle, your face burying against his chest.

You’re warm, yet you feel so… faraway… as if the pain of past memories was seeping out your light.

Ajax is no stranger to the despair palpable in your strong grip around him, he’s endured it himself, through years robbed of him by an abyss that turned him into a master of all weapons.

So because he’s known the cold of endless nights where all he had was a tattered red scarf to remember the warmth of a distant home, he now holds you.

And for someone whose hands were tainted in the filth and bloodshed of a lifetime of slaughter, Ajax is undeniably gentle.

His fingertips ghost over your skin, easing the burning anguish of bed covers that felt too rough, too suffocating, too wrong.

When your lover’s hands get lost in your hair, combing it, you swear sun rays filter through the deep sea you’re falling through.

And then, suddenly, the choice to swim upwards presents before you, scarred sun-kissed hands extended towards you.

You take them.

When you open your eyes, russet sunsets and constellations over your beloved’s skin greet you.

His lips find yours, a bit chapped but gentle; not his usual playfulness, but soothing aquamarine waves.

You swear Childe’s kiss tastes salty. And that’s when you realize the dry tear-tracks down your cheeks.

He made them dry, sunlight evaporating puddles after grey days.

You break the surface, the waters now turquoise beneath Ajax’s light.

He won’t let you sink again.

✧ LYNEY

A whole audience’s cheers fill the Opera Epiclese. Lights shine upon every smiling face, every vigourous clap of hands after the magician’s grand finale echoing through the theater.

However, the illusionist’s gaze of amethyst is focused on the sole grim expression amongst millions of joyous others.

Yours.

Your hands move, clapping together, as if automated; your eyes stare at everything, seeing nothing; your mouth is a taut line, your lips devoid of their usual vibrant tint.

Lyney doesn’t like that being his last memory before the curtain closes.

When you step out of the Opera House, an infinity of starfields is abloom across the crepuscular skies.

What a mockery; a cruel jinx on display, for you to see the unfulfilled sparks dimming inside your heart.

A sigh escapes your dry lips, a small cloud forming when it meets the late night chill.

“You’ll catch a cold there, mon coeur,” Someone you know, tricks and all, utters behind you.

Welcome warmth tinted in lavender envelops you the instant your eyes meet the magician’s starry ones.

A small smile tugs at your lips, the curse of melancholy still clinging to you through it.

“Lyney…” You start. The twilit breeze picks up around you, your arms instinctively wrapping around yourself for some semblance of a warmth you haven’t felt in days.

“That won’t do, ma chérie.” Your lover chuckles.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a piece of the night sky itself seems to become tangible in his grasp.

“Here,” he offers, draping it over your shoulders.

Upon closer inspection, you realize it’s a shawl; the cloth feels delicate to the touch, quite fine too, and yet, you feel the warmth of a thousand suns. If you had to describe its color you would come up empty. Silver glitter seems to be embedded in the fabric, but at the same time, it looks like multiple tiny lights had been stitched to the material. You suppose you’d call the hue, dark; a myriad of indigoes merge into violets, threaded together with navies and cobalts. And yet, when you move it, the colors seem to shift, almost like the clouds drifting across this midnight.

“I take it you liked it.” Lyney smiles, softer than his usual cheshire-like grins, when he observes your wonderstruck features.

“Very…” You muse, awestruck at the magical silk.

“It’s a châle de ciel,” your beloved explains, “It will change depending on the state of the sky at each time of day.” He pauses, eyes, the color of lumidouce bells and rainbow rose petals merged, glinting as he admires how the garment fits you. “But I can guarantee,” your illusionist steps closer to you, plucking something out of your hair. “That it will always keep you comfortable… warm or cool, whatever you need.” He finishes, handing you a pluie lotus.

You take a few seconds to appreciate the second gift of the night. The flower’s petals are the same color as Lyney’s eyes, yet not as vivacious.

“Shall we go, mon amour?” Your boyfriend inquires, already offering your arm to him.

Together, you leave the opera house behind.

You hope for light blues on your new cape tomorrow morning. And somehow, you know that’s what you’ll find.

You squeeze Lyney’s arm gently. The sun will rise soon.

✧ ALBEDO

When he sets foot on his camp in Dragonspine, Albedo finds the heater already on.

Strange.

The sun hasn’t even quite awoken yet, the snowy peaks outlined against skies still clinging to dreamless cloudy nights; shards of ice, embedded in the softness of dawn clouds. An accurate representation of the region of freedom’s snowy mountains: menacingly beautiful, brimming with lethal charm, for one step in the wrong direction, and the cold might as well consume you for good.

At this hour, no one was ever already working at his lab, making of these moments calm sunrise-tinted memories in the alchemist’s mind, before the day’s hustle and bustle began.

However, today, the running heater is not the only out of the ordinary salutation to greet the chalk prince.

The acute sounds of clicking vials, books being rearranged and crunching snow are confirmation enough that he is, indeed, not alone.

With silent steps, Albedo advances, keeping one hand hovering over his trusty sword. Then, he finally lays eyes upon the cause for the commotion, and despite the lack of danger, the sight doesn’t calm him any better.

“My dearest?” He calls. The instant your gaze meets his, your condition scares him more than any bandits ransacking his research material. Your hair is messy, falling on your face; dark circles are etched beneath your lower lashline, darkness clinging to you like remnants of turbulent nights; and you’re shivering, whether from the cold or because you’re distempered he can’t quite discern, although it’s most likely due to both.

“Hello, ‘Bedo…” You mutter, the flesh of your lips bitten, flecks of Dragonspine’s freeze coating them, the cold lacing with your bones, chilling you to the core. Your eyes widen when you notice your lover’s teal gaze scrutinizing you. You quickly busy yourself with classifying some potions, by color and texture, whatever takes the longest for him not to worry about your less than ideal condition.

However, perhaps you underestimated his attention to detail; for he has a skilled artist, after all.

“My love, are you feeling alright?” He questions, gloved hands gently taking the crystal vial-filled wooden box you were carrying off your trembling hold.

And in that instant, you don’t know if it’s the warmth of your prince’s hands on yours; or the comfort of his voice, like honey on bitter tea, but you find yourself taking a deep breath, the fresh air of a midwinter’s sunrise filling your lungs.

And then you talk. You spill every worry and bad dream, your shadows opening up to the gilded starlight of him.

And through it all, the alchemist’s hands warm yours, fingers interlocked, very much in the way your souls are undeniably so too.

Because no matter how daunting the river seemed when you faced it alone, when you were with Albedo, its typhoons calmed down, stone bridges and his outstretched hand painting safety and comfort in hues of gold before your eyes.

While the kreideprinz grounds you, the sun reaches its peak, a canvas of aureate and cornflower blue grazing the mountaintops.

You would be okay.

✧ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

Emerald eyes read through you as if you were made of clear glass.

The way you worry your lower lip between your teeth; your fingers almost going white at the knuckles as you clutch a pencil, its wood creaking in your grip; and the general absentminded state you’re in, papers scattered over your desk, several case files stacked in disarray.

Something is clearly weighting on your mind.

“I think a break’s in order, wouldn't you agree, sweetheart?” Heizou suggests, standing up, those striking eyes of his fixed on you.

The detective’s voice is enough to stop the quickening clock ticking in your mind, regrets and dark spirals momentarily coming to a halt.

When you rise your furrowed brow, shades of maroon and viridian flood your sight, vivid as summer and warming your up just as much.

Nodding, you stand up too, limbs feeling heavy despite the comfort of your lover beside you.

The brown shades of your office turn into blue skies and soft pink sakuras not long after, the scented tree branches swaying above you, like fragments of dreams someone had given up on, waiting to be picked up by another soul who dared to imagine.

Your back rests against your lover’s lean but strong torso, the sweet smelling breeze combing through your hair, as Heizou’s chin rests on your shoulder.

“So will you tell me what’s wrong, darling?” Are the words of his that break the birdsong-filled calm.

A pang settles on your chest, you didn’t want to take away that cheeky grin that most of the time decorated his quick-witted lips.

“I…” You hesitate. “Well, it’s- it’s complicated, Heizou…” Your lids flutter closed, a shaky breath raking through you, as you turn around in his embrace, your hands bracing on his shoulders. “I don’t want to bring the mood down, you know…”

The detective places a thumb on your lower lip, smoothing over the bite marks you left there earlier.

“You never, ever, bring the mood down, dear. Never.” He leans in, brushing a soft kiss over your forehead. “My intuition told me right away there was something up.” He takes a stray cherry blossom petal from your hair. “So, why don’t we take the rest of the day off, love?” Your partner proposes, as he takes your chin in between his fingers, mischief flashing in his features.

And perhaps your lover’s smile was more infectious than you had ever given it credit for; and maybe the way he flashes his green eyes at you has your heart trembling in ways that have nothing to do with the fear and guilt you’ve been festering, but you find yourself retorting back, with a grin of your own:

“Don’t you have cases to solve, detective Shikanoin?”

This time, he takes a full sakura flower, delicately placing it behind your ear.

“I have something more important to solve right here…” He smirks, cheekily, as he admires your now flustered expression.

When you lean the side of your head against his chest, he cradles it with one of his hands, the other playing with the ends of your hair.

It would be unfair, if gloom were to take your soul captive when spring seems to linger through Inazuma’s breeze.

With a last look at you, the detective’s maroon lashes flutter closed too. He hopes, at least for today, he managed to protect precious you from the crimes of cruel sorrow.

He leans his head on top of yours.

The case is solved.

[maidflowery]

𝗦𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗭𝗘! (𝟮/𝟰) 🔞NSFW🔞 𝙻𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝

Moze x Reader Limited time event: 5 September - 10 September

Decide his fate by voting in the poll below.

𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼

Use the Weed Killer sample you got from the local farmers on the vines

That’s it!

A lightbulb suddenly turned on in your head, and you fished for something inside your trusty waist bag.

During your excursion, the local farmers showed you their latest technology in getting rid of pesky weeds—WEED KILLER X! You saw it for yourself, how the chemical instantly killed those weeds! The kind farmers even gave you a sample!

You finally found what you were looking for! The purple liquid swirled inside the small bottle. You didn’t know how well it’d work against literal living vines, though.

“Alright, let’s test this out...”

You sprinkled a few drops on a nearby vine.

Ssssst...!

You were shocked at the result. The vine started erupting in smoke as the scattered sprinkles made tiny holes on it like a corrosive poison.

“It worked!”

Especially well, too!

“...!”

Even the ashen-haired guy, who refused your help, stared at the burning vine with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Okay! I’m going to get you out soon! Take this!”

Then, you swung your hand, throwing the open bottle at the captive guy. It was safe for humans, by the way.

“Wai—!”

He was about to say something, but reflexively shut his eyes and mouth.

Splash!

Cssstttt...!! Cssst...!!

You made the right choice!

Soon, the vines entangling his body slowly melted away!

“That’s the power of science for you! Those pesky vines don’t stand a chance!”

“Cough, cough!” the vine around his neck came loose, and the man gasped for breath. Then, he turned to look at you. “What have you done?!”

A pair of amethyst eyes with cyan and pink tints glowered at you.

...Not even a thanks?

“W-what? I was trying to help!” you were taken aback.

Even as you spoke, the vines were still being eaten away by the herbicide.

“Unless you strike the core, this type of monster will only keep regrowing!”

Csst...! Zzzt, zzzt, snap!

Then, you saw it for yourself.

The vine that bound his upper torso, which had almost completely melted, suddenly regrew! Another vine sprouted from its burnt tip—no, scratch that—two more vines. The same happened to the rest of corroded vines.

Soon, the vines had doubled from their original amount, meaning the man's restraints were now twice as many.

“...”

You stared at the man, unable to say a word.

“...”

He stared back at you, nursing quiet anger.

“...At least, you can now breathe easily?”

Hey, silver lining. You definitely weren’t trying to alleviate your guilt or anything.

“...Do you have more of that chemical you used earlier?”

“Uh, no.”

It was just a sample, after all.

“...”

“...”

The two of you continued staring at each other in silence, but then...

“Ah!”

Something happened to the man.

POV: Moze

Moze didn’t feel it at first.

However, before he knew it, some of the vines had crept inside his clothes. Since they were newly-regenerated, both the vines and their thorns were thinner. As they crawled on his skin, innumerable, brush-like thorns pricked him. Not enough to draw blood, but left prickly itchiness behind.

“Ugh... ah...”

With at least a few dozens or so of such vines writhing around his body, the tingling sensation was simply unbearable, his body started wriggling on its own. A vine trailed painfully slowly down his back. Another roamed around his chest, which he felt the most for some reason.

“Mmph—!”

And when it decided to coil around his right nipple, embedding its thorns all around, it took his everything not to scream. No, especially with someone else present. Otherwise, what would remain of his pride as a Shadow Guard? Ironically, he held on to the very vines that shackled him just to suppress his voice.

Soon, he felt the same sharp, stinging sensation on the left tip of his chest, and no amount of restraints could stop him from arching forward, standing on his tiptoe. As a result, some of the vines dug even deeper than before, ripping his clothes.

“A-are you okay?!”

That scream snapped him back to reality.

“...”

The girl stared worriedly at him. ...Even though she exacerbated everything. If not for that look on her face, he’d have suspected that she was behind this trap.

“Let me think of something! Maybe I can—”

“—No, don’t do anything!”

Moze interrupted amidst the numbness that pervaded his whole body.

Seeing that she was eager to “help” again plain terrified him. He only had ominous feelings about it, and perhaps that girl sensed it too.

That look again.

Her look of worry, mixed with guilt and helplessness, seemed to prick him way harder than all the thorny tendrils around his body.

Even though assuaging others should be on the bottom of his priority list right now, he found himself saying:

“...My satchel must’ve fallen around there. There should be a green potion inside. Can you fetch it for me?”

“Of course!”

The girl perked up instantly, no longer looking like a kicked puppy. She immediately searched her surroundings.

Still not fully understanding why he asked her that, Moze went quiet. As soon as she returned with the healing potion, he’d be able to break free. Until then, he only had to endure this tingling, prickling sensation—

—Snap!

As soon as he thought that, multiple vines swung toward him all at once!

You noticed a black satchel lying on the grass nearby.

“This must be it—”

“—Argh!!”

“Huh!?”

Hearing a familiar voice made you rush back. Of course, you didn’t forget the black satchel.

Upon arriving, a much more ferocious scene awaited you.

The ashen-haired man, now restrained with more vines than ever, was being whipped by other vines left and right! His clothes were also torn, so the thorny vines hit his bare flesh, leaving red stripes.

When you were too shocked to do anything, the man spotted you and screamed.

“Quick! Hand me the green—khhk!”

The last part was inaudible because a vine slid into his mouth.

“Mmgghk! Ggghk!”

The man attempted to spit it out. Try as he might, the vine only entwined his tongue even tightly, and strings of saliva trickled down his mouth. Amidst all that, he was still trying to signal you with his eyes.

R-right! The potion! The green one, right?!

You fumbled with the black satchel, finding three vials of potions inside.

But there was one problem.

They were all green.

To be fair, the one in the prism-shaped vial was yellowish green, the one in the round-shaped vial bluish green, and the one in the cylinder-shaped vial was orangish green.

“Which one is it—?!”

You waved the vials in front of him. You raised the first one: the round-shaped potion.

“Is this the one?!”

The man shook his head—wait, was he nodding?

Huh? Is that a “yes” or a “no”? Wait, the vine forced his head back...

You tried the same with the second potion, and then the third one. Same result. He was cocking his head a lot. Not that you could blame him. Still...

“WHICH IS IT—?!”

Without stopping, the vines ruthlessly whipped him. Some of the stripes even began to bleed. You couldn’t leave him like this. You needed to make a decision.

Buy me coffee ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

𝓝𝓮𝔁𝓽

[thebadgerclan]

Jealousy

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: Jealousy is a heady thing

In the four years of your marriage, you never had reason to doubt Nikolai.  He was faithful, loving, adoring to a fault, always making it explicitly clear that he was yours and yours alone.  And you were his, and you were happy.  However, you were not only Nikolai’s wife, but the Queen of Ravka, and such a position came with more than a few smitten admirers.

Letters arrived at the Grand Palace daily, which were opened, read, and sorted by palace staff.  It wasn’t unusual for upwards of 20 letters a week to arrive for you, most of which were declarations of love, sonnets of your beauty, pleas for you to abandon your husband and marry them. ��You found them humorous, but they sparked Nikolai’s jealousy.  Letters were one thing, an abstract thing, easily tucked away, but when his courtiers, his advisors, and even foreign dignitaries expressed their desire for you, the King thought he could explode.

Nikolai knew that you were faithful, but he was a man: a man who loved and adored his wife more than anything else, and a man who was very protective of you.  Of course, the King of Ravka attracted admirers as well; “An occupational hazard, my dear,” your husband said, but that didn’t mean either of you had to like it.

Now, you knew exactly how Nikolai felt when an advisor made eyes at you or a courtier presented a poem of your beauty.  You were attending a state dinner held by the Shu, and as soon as the two of you had entered the ballroom, Nikolai was swarmed by all of the unwed Taban sisters and several of their ladies.  As you’d stood in the entryway, waiting to be announced, your husband had taken your hand and pressed a lingering kiss to it.

“You are divine, my Y/N,” he praised.  “The most beautiful woman to walk the earth.”  You’d chosen a gown of deep purple, your skirts flaring out in a ballgown shape, the fabric light and gauzy.  An amethyst necklace hung in the divot of your collarbones, matching gems hanging from your ears.  Your hair was twisted into an updo, and the tiara perched there matched the precious gems on your neck and ears.  When you were announced and entered, all eyes in the room turned to you and Nikolai, mutters in several languages filling the room.

But it was soon after that your husband was flocked by simpering women, all of whom clearly desired the man at your side.  Nikolai kept you on his arm, positioning his left hand just so to show off his wedding band, but the Shu ladies seemed to pay it no mind.  “Oh, Your Majesty,” one of the Taban princesses, Yenye, you thought, cooed in Ravkan.  “You simply must stay here for a few days.  Perhaps to receive a tour of the capital?”

Her attempt at flirting was shameless, and you fought to avoid rolling your eyes.  But your husband simply smiled.  “I would love to, Your Highness, but I’m afraid I must return home.  My wife and I have much to attend to.”  Nikolai had deliberately referred to you as his wife, but the women before him were not cowed.  They continued to compliment the King: how intelligent he was, how brave he was, how handsome the Ravkan men were, all of which had your temper boiling.

At one point, Princess Kheru dropped her fan, and when she bent to retrieve it, gave your husband a rather opportune look at her bosom.  Nikolai pointedly averted his eyes, squeezing your hand as he did.  This song and dance went on for quite a while, but it was a whispered phrase in Shu from one of the princesses ladies that made you snap.  “It’s a good thing that marriage is not sacred to the Shu…”

You pulled yourself upright, forcing every bit of regality and poise into your voice when you said, “But marriage is sacred to the Ravkans, and you will have no success in your pitiful attempts to woo my husband,” in perfectly accented Shu.  The lady went ashen, and she bowed her head.  “Your Majesty, I did not know you spoke Shu.”  “I do,” you said, voice clipped.  “Ravka, Shu, Fjerdan, Kerch, Zemini, but that isn’t the point.  I understand the difference in our cultures concerning the sanctity of marriage, but allow me to make myself clear:

“I will not tolerate any advances towards my husband.  He is devoted to me, as I am devoted to him, and if you think your pathetic attempts at flirtation could make him stray, then you are delusional.”  The princesses and their ladies stood shocked, all staring at Nikolai, who merely shrugged.  “My Queen, as usual, is correct.  I’m flattered, ladies, but I only have eyes for my beloved.  Now, if you’ll excuse us.”

Your husband steered you from the ballroom, ignoring the questioning looks you received.  When you were clear of the opulent chamber, you took Nikolai’s hand and dragged him back to the rooms you’d been given.  Your husband followed you with surprised delight, which only increased when you entered your room, shut the door, pressed him against said door, and kissed him hungrily.

Nikolai was all too happy to let you kiss him and tug at his jacket until it was unfastened, but when you broke the kiss to press your lips over his neck, he smirked.  “All Saints, you’re jealous, aren’t you, Y/N?”  You didn’t answer, only pushed your husband’s jacket from his shoulders.  “Sweetheart, look at me.”  Something in his voice compelled you to lift your head, and you saw your husband gazing at you with infinite love and affection.

“I am yours, Y/N, I always have been, and I always will be.”  “I hated seeing them look at you like that,” you admitted.  “Like you were…theirs for the taking.”  “I know, lapushka, I’m no one’s but yours.  But perhaps you know what it’s like having all those men back home looking at you that way.”  You nodded, feeling your jealousy and rage cool.  “I suppose.”  Your husband lifted your chin gently, his eyes locking with yours.

“I love you, Y/N, and only you.”  “I love you too, Nikolai.  I’m yours.”  Your husband kissed you again, this kiss sweeter, more tender, but just as deeply and passionately.  “We should get back to the dinner,” Nikolai said, pulling his jacket back on and fastening it.  “How do I look?”  “Perfectly rugged,” you replied, and your husband pecked your cheek.  When you returned to the ballroom, no one mentioned what had occurred between the Queen of Ravka and the Shu princesses, nor did they mention that said Queen appeared to have been thoroughly kissed.

[kckt88]

Harrenhal and the Rivers Part II

Summary:

Spurned by Prince Aemond, Alys resorts to other methods to get what she wants.

Will she succeed?

Warning(s): Non-con touching, Anger, Violence, Swearing, Prophetic Visions, Mentions of child loss, Character death.

Word Count: 984.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Alys was getting very frustrated.

Her repeated attempts to seduce Prince Aemond were failing quite miserably.

The Prince was completely entranced and gripped by the deep love and adoration that he held for his wife.

A man of honour and duty through and through, she could almost respect that, but time was rapidly running out.

Aemond was making plans with his garrison of soldiers to return to Kings Landing.

Back to the waiting arms of his wife and their young son.

She needed to act and fast. Her visions of a son with silver hair wearing the conqueror’s crown, were fading rapidly with each passing day.

As Aemond made his plans, Alys quickly uncorked the vial she clasped in her hand and poured it into the Prince’s wine.

The potion would soon take effect.

All Alys had to do was watch and wait.

Eventually the Prince excused himself and retired to his chambers for the night.

Alys had to be careful, this was her only chance, he need only spend inside her once for his seed to take.

Giving herself a moment, Alys hovered by the ashen door and took a deep breath.

It was now or never. 

The Prince was laid on the bed, his eye closed. The sapphire that replaced his other eye shimmered eerily in the low candlelight.

He was beautiful in a way that Alys had never seen before. His high cheek bones and sharp jaw gave him an almost ethereal look.

He had truly been blessed by the gods.

The simple black cotton shirt the Prince was wearing had been left on but unfastened.

No doubt in his haste to get to bed, the Prince had given up on removing it.

Alys gently caressed the sleeping Prince and smiled as she ran a singular finger along the smooth hard planes of the Prince's pale skin.

He was a skilled swords man, yet his skin bared the marks of his rigorous training sessions.

Little scars adorned the Prince's body, yet it only added to the allure of such a creature as this. 

Alys smiled slightly as she moved to unlace his leather breeches.

However, the young Princes’ amethyst eye snaped open and he lurched forward grabbing a handful of Alys’ dark curly hair.

“Do you think me a fool my lady” snarled Aemond viciously.

“My Prince. I do not understand. How did you-?” gasped Alys trying to prize herself away from Aemond’s vice like grip.

“I saw you slip your little concoction into my wine. Tell me my lady what was your intention”.

“I simply wished to satisfy your desires for the flesh” replied Alys desperately.

“I have a wife who’s more than capable” quipped Aemond as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his hand still twisted around Alys’ dark hair.

“But your wife is not here. Tell me my prince are you not tempted?” whispered Alys her voice low and sweet.

“No” snapped Aemond.

“But surely-“

“What you told me before. Was that a lie?” asked Aemond.

“No, I told you the truth” exclaimed Alys.

“I don’t believe a word you say. You stooped so low as to use the memory of my dead son against me, all so you could lure me into your fucking bed” shouted Aemond.

“My Prince I-“

“I am not your fucking Prince. Do you understand” roared Aemond.

“A-Apologise” stammered Alys.

“I spared your life, and this is how you repay me, by manipulating me all so you could birth a bastard” retorted Aemond.

“All the babes I had before were stillborn. I-I just wanted to be a mother”.

“Why me?” asked Aemond.

“You are a Targaryen; the blood of old Valyria runs through your veins” explained Alys.

“What about Daemon. He spent enough time here. Did you not tempt him with your lies”.

“He-We indulged in pleasures of the flesh, but his seed didn’t take,” said Alys.

“-And your so sure mine would?”

“Yes. I saw it in the flames” sniffed Alys.

“You disgust me. I should have beheaded you when I first arrived” growled Aemond.

“I will do as you wish without complaint,” said Alys.

“Anything-” questioned Aemond, his eye narrowing.

“Yes, my Prince. Anything” whispered Alys.

“Hm”

Aemond lunged off the bed with Alys still within his grasp.

“My Prince. Where are you taking me?”

“I will never betray my wife in such a manner, I am blood of the dragon, and your cheap tricks don’t work on me witch” said Aemond.

“Please” begged Alys.

“On your knees” commanded Aemond as he released his hold on Alys.

Alys fell to her knees and whimpered as she saw the Princes great dragon Vhagar looming over her.

The dragon snarled ferociously, her razor sharp teeth caked in the dried blood of whatever she'd feasted upon previously.

“Apologise. I beg you. I saw him in the flames, a boy with silver hair wearing the conquerors cr-“

“Dracarys” shouted Aemond.

Alys screamed as she was quickly incinerated by Vhagar’s flames.

Aemond watched wordlessly as the witches burning body collapsed to the ground.

Flakes of her skin flew from her body like leaves as a gust of wind moved through the air.

Suddenly the roar of another dragon echoed across the dark starry sky.

Vhagar lifted her head and answered with an equally load roar of her own.

Aemond quickly looked towards the sky, as three dragons circled the ruins of Harrenhal before landing with a ground shaking thud.

Aemond's hands curled into fists as he took a cautious step closer to Vhagar, pausing only when he saw the other dragon's silver haired rider.

“Vaera” exclaimed Aemond as he spotted his wife helping Rhaegar to climb down the membrane of Cannibals wing.

“Daddy” shouted Rhaegar loudly as he ran towards Aemond as fast as he could and jumped in his father’s arms.

“What’s happened?” asked Aemond as he held Rhaegar close to his body.

“Kings Landing has fallen”.

[card-queen]

I was tagged by @shadow-of-tea-and-tea to take this quiz!

I found it very fun and a little bit of a callout, so I challenge @vellatra @reneethegreatandpowerful @aptericia @lordfenric-writes and @starscribes and any other interested parties to take it too!

My result..

Hickory

felled oak, brass, sunken ships, olive pits, graphic shirts, splinters, dark rooms. your essence is hickory: your intensity brews beneath your sensitive and melancholy exterior. you lose yourself in the ideal of how things should be rather than how they are; reality seems to disappoint you. you craft together your identity out of pieces of others' that have inspired you. you are the cobbler. you are the shaper. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of chiffon, ashen, umber, and noir, who share your aspirations of a better future. you are also drawn to the vibrant amethyst and bronze, who will help you grow and learn to appreciate your own happiness. however, you may struggle to get along with the aggressive personalities of indigo and garnet who are stubborn about their own perspectives.

[im-a-wizard-who-dont-crime]

Intro post I guess

Other info:

http://simp.ly/p/pXsT5W Cool people I follow: @aroace-wizard, @verylegalwizard, @liquidnoodles, @ripleyalamode, @yourlocalbreadenthusiast, @amethyst-aster, @ashen-the-tiefling, and @skyesapphicwolfwizard (plus any other moots I missed). My wizard apprentices are @ratticus-overlord and @mold-wizard

arospike/bisexual. Gender apathetic. No porn or nsfw rp because I don't want to see that shit. And most of my followers are minors but mostly because of the first point.

I definitely do not rob people. Stop asking where I got my money I ain’t gonna file my taxes.

[tidekpr]

WHAT COLOR IS YOUR AURA?

Hickory

felled oak, brass, sunken ships, olive pits, graphic shirts, splinters, dark rooms. your essence is hickory: your intensity brews beneath your sensitive and melancholy exterior. you lose yourself in the ideal of how things should be rather than how they are; reality seems to disappoint you. you craft together your identity out of pieces of others' that have inspired you. you are the cobbler. you are the shaper. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of chiffon, ashen, umber, and noir, who share your aspirations of a better future. you are also drawn to the vibrant amethyst and bronze, who will help you grow and learn to appreciate your own happiness. however, you may struggle to get along with the aggressive personalities of indigo and garnet who are stubborn about their own perspectives.

Tagging: @byanyan @smilingmxsk @teethofthedeeps @hxnger-unbcund @mxldito & whoever wants to do this!

[blurrymango]

John Egbert-

Imparius Grove from Oh The Biomes You'll Go.

Lush Stacks from Oh The Biomes You'll Go.

Rose Lalonde-

Rainbow Beach from Oh The Biomes You'll Go.

Amethyst Canyon from Terralith.

Dave Strider-

Volcanic Crater from Terralith.

Scarlet Mountains from Terralith.

Jade Harley-

Frosted Taiga from Oh The Biomes You'll Go.

Tropical Jungle from Terralith.

Jane Crocker-

Dead Sea from Oh The Biomes You'll Go.

Amaranth Fields from Terralith.

Roxy Lalonde-

Skyris Vale from Oh The Biomes You'll Go.

Viscal Isles from Oh The Biomes You'll Go.

Dirk Strider-

Bone Reef from Better Nether.

Basalt Cliffs from Terralith.

Jake English-

Skylands (summer variant) from Terralith.

White Mangrove Marshes from Oh The Biomes You'll Go.

Jaxx Roberts-

Ebony Woods from Oh The Biomes You'll Go.

Bulbis Gardens from Oh The Biomes You'll Go.

Rain Lalonde-

Windswept Desert from Oh The Biomes You'll Go.

Forested Highlands from Terralith.

Drew Strider-

Redwood Thicket from Oh The Biomes You'll Go.

Ashen Savanna from Terralith.

Joan Lawson-

Moonlight Grove from Terralith.

Forgotten Forest from Oh The Biomes You'll Go.

[siriusist]

Tagged by @isakvattersen to make what color is your aura quiz and then make a moodboard with that color. <3

(Also 100 percent I made one of these before but I can actually spend time on it now whoops [x])

Hickory

felled oak, brass, sunken ships, olive pits, graphic shirts, splinters, dark rooms. your essence is hickory: your intensity brews beneath your sensitive and melancholy exterior. you lose yourself in the ideal of how things should be rather than how they are; reality seems to disappoint you. you craft together your identity out of pieces of others' that have inspired you. you are the cobbler. you are the shaper.

you find kinship in like-minded individuals of chiffon, ashen, umber, and noir, who share your aspirations of a better future. you are also drawn to the vibrant amethyst and bronze, who will help you grow and learn to appreciate your own happiness. however, you may struggle to get along with the aggressive personalities of indigo and garnet who are stubborn about their own perspectives.

Tagging: Anybody who wants to do this <3

[fadinglights]

what color is your aura? tagged by: @everseens thanks uwu tagging: @gcholdtrops @lovesruined @solisocasum @gccdwitch @wormful + anyone else who wants to do it <3

anthony — marigold

roller skates, crayons, golden pheasants, sunrises, corduroy pants, sunflower fields, warm summer days. your essence is marigold: you tackle problems head-on and take no prisoners. your biggest pride is the fruits of your labor; you surround yourself with your accomplishments and the people who you can make happy. productive and willful, you cannot ignore something once you've committed yourself to it. you are the strongheart. you are the warrior. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of peach, honey, gold, and amber, who share your love for discovery and ambition. you are also drawn to the astute souls garnet and hickory, who will help you grow and learn to commit yourself to things for the longterm. however, you may struggle to get along with the heedless personalities of amethyst and moss who don't understand your need to champion.

yisoo — chiffon

stone walls, sweaters, moths, dusty lace, animal tracks, incense, throw pillows. your essence is chiffon: your soft heart disarms those who meet you. you willingly swallow your feelings for everyone else; it is easier to hide your sensitivity. you may be a mirror, reflecting the best back at others, and not knowing quite who you are inside. you are the compromiser. you are the recaster. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of ashen, hickory, brown, and grey, who act with patience. you are also drawn to the cheerful orchid and honey, who will help you grow and discover what actually makes you happy. however, you may struggle to get along with the wild-hearted personalities of mauve and terracotta who act on their whims.

leah — sage

herb clippings, macha, bullet journals, mini backpacks, needlefelts, pistachio, laptop stickers. your essence is sage: you are introspective and retreating. everything is organized and planned ahead; you are meticulous, stacking up a card tower you can't let fall. it is difficult for you to untwist your tongue and tell others you need them. you are the observer. you are the writer gone off alone. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of green, forest, honeysuckle, and seafoam, who share your guarded nature. you are also drawn to the self-expressive sky and apricot, who will help you grow and embolden you to say what you need. however, you may struggle to get along with the overly-emotional personalities of rose and cream who ask you to be too vulnerable.

ivy — purple

geodes, club lights, ferris wheels, sunglasses, hummingbirds, eyeshadow, outer space. your essence is purple: you are gracious and thriving, and that is all you want anyone to see. you become a social chameleon to be exactly what they desire; your ambition adapts, pursuing whatever will come with recognition. you are a leader -- burning bright and never shy to speak. you are the star. you are the demonstrator. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of lilac, royal, mauve, and orchid, who share your decorum and aspirations. you are also drawn to the determined grey and red, who will help you grow and let go of your image to accept your flaws. however, you may struggle to get along with the free-floating personalities of yellow and brown who don't understand your far-reaching ambitions.

[nazorneku]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀 ?

ivory lace, marble, china dishes, doves, paper, bones, vanilla shakes. your essence is ivory: you are a piece of history, sturdy and eternal. others believe you to be gentle; they don't see the pressure that is threatening to crack you. you seek control and organize your life into rows. you are the overseer. you are the porcelain. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of grey, noir, pearl, and ashen, who share the pressure you put on yourself. you are also drawn to the expressive rose and lilac, who will help you grow and learn that things will be okay even if they don't go right. however, you may struggle to get along with the indulgent personalities of sky and apricot who need too much stimulation and decadence.  

hickory felled oak, brass, sunken ships, olive pits, graphic shirts, splinters, dark rooms. your essence is hickory: your intensity brews beneath your sensitive and melancholy exterior. you lose yourself in the ideal of how things should be rather than how they are; reality seems to disappoint you. you craft together your identity out of pieces of others' that have inspired you. you are the cobbler. you are the shaper. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of chiffon, ashen, umber, and noir, who share your aspirations of a better future. you are also drawn to the vibrant amethyst and bronze, who will help you grow and learn to appreciate your own happiness. however, you may struggle to get along with the aggressive personalities of indigo and garnet who are stubborn about their own perspectives.

marigold roller skates, crayons, golden pheasants, sunrises, corduroy pants, sunflower fields, warm summer days. your essence is marigold: you tackle problems head-on and take no prisoners. your biggest pride is the fruits of your labor; you surround yourself with your accomplishments and the people who you can make happy. productive and willful, you cannot ignore something once you've committed yourself to it. you are the strongheart. you are the warrior. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of peach, honey, gold, and amber, who share your love for discovery and ambition. you are also drawn to the astute souls garnet and hickory, who will help you grow and learn to commit yourself to things for the longterm. however, you may struggle to get along with the heedless personalities of amethyst and moss who don't understand your need to champion.

tagged by: @knghted tagging: @aetheryic , @scarletrotted , @endweapon , @stagnantmako , @box-of-characters , @xkuja , @psychobind , @chasersglow , @reasoncore , @memovia , @resolutepath

[dreams-of-fate]

what color is your aura?

Lavender

rock candy, daydreams, chapstick, ribbons in hair, crayons, flower fields, sleepovers. your essence is lavender: you are devoted and dependent, desiring approval. you are a bleeding heart; your passion is giving to others, but you also need for them to see you. you create little homes with others wherever you can. you are the giver. you are the needing. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of orchid, amethyst, rose, and lilac, who share your fear of being alone. you are also drawn to the staunch souls pearl and ashen, who will help you grow and realize just how much is inside of you. however, you may struggle to get along with the diligent personalities of honeysuckle and peach who don't always know how to let you help.

Stolen from: @meihuasmight

[neopronouns]

colorgenders inspired by the results of a “What is your Aura” quiz ((https://)uquiz(.)com/quiz/pxTx2D/what-color-is-your-aura):

Sky: short poems, teacups, clear skies, diaries, dripping icicles, tears, tennis shoes.

Honeysuckle: succulents, key lime, glow-in-the-dark stars, blown glass, honeydew, garter snakes, notes in bottles.

Seafoam: clear water, milkshakes, crystals, agave, candy dishes, converse, seashells.

Yellow: daisies, road signs, bumblebees, lemon meringue, bicycles, polaroids, awnings.

Hickory: felled oak, brass, sunken ships, olive pits, graphic shirts, splinters, dark room.

Orange: guitars, fanta bottles, sunglasses, orange peels, butterflies, popsicles, paper lanterns.

Sage: herb clippings, matcha, bullet journals, mini backpacks, needle felts, pistachio, laptop stickers.

Teal: dyed hair, scales, doc martens, aurora borealis, stormy seas, kingfishers, agate. 

Royal (blue): crown jewels, portraits, satin chairs, masquerades, nebulas, betta fish, secrets.

Gold: lion statues, coins, gold leafing, bound books, goldfinches, crowns, heart lockets. 

Crimson: rose vines, blood, apples, velvet, sharp nails, galaxies, dripping jewellery.

Navy: brush strokes, suit jackets, midnight, comforters, star gazing, arctic waters, starlings.

Forest: fern leaves, greenhouses, cloaks, bookstores, pine trees, chokers, snake scales. 

honey: friendship bracelets, beehives, school buses, children's books, flower petals, honeyed toast, polaroids. 

Ashen: old newspapers, smoke, quiet cities, pale cheeks, pebbles, chalk, the clouded moon.

Garnet: Brooches, anthologies, stained glass, leaves, dining chairs, long robes, curtains.

Chiffon: stone walls, sweaters, moths, dusty lace, animal tracks, incense, throw pillows.

Red: leather jackets, cherries, bruised knuckles, roses, lipstick, fast cars, rose petals.

Magenta: splattered paint, glitter, childhood friends, neon, pleather, dance floors, crystals.

Amaranth: bundled flowers, ribbon, merlot, overcoats, gemstones, lipstick prints, red velvet.

Periwinkle: knit hats, candies, tiny flowers, beads, teacups, washi tape, clouds.

Jade: islands, sketchbooks, rainy windows, pendants, puzzle pieces, tree frogs, sea glass.

Pink: cupcakes, sunglasses, pink sands, starbursts, pinky promises, flower crowns, ice cream.

Rose: lace, blown kisses, milk tea, paper fans, pillows, ballet slippers, fairy wings.

Amethyst: earrings, violet corts, parades, gemstones, insect wings, grape bushels, outer space.

Noir: drops of ink, eyeliner, crows, spiders, charcoal, painted nails, the night.

Cream: dandelions, marble, bottled coffee, hair ties, banana cream, bedsheets, sketches. 

Beige: lattes, dry fields, footprints, easels, cat fur, pottery, fresh-baked cookies.

Pearl: abalone, perfume bottles, chandeliers, tulle, ball jointed dolls, satin, paint palettes. 

Bronze: leather books, cowboy hats, foxes, candle jars, sword hilts, cobblestone streets, hourglasses

Amber: autumn days, freckles, torches, cabins, fossils, unbrushed hair, enamel pins.

Fire: sunrises, woven blankets, campfires, tigers, whiskey, monarchs, road trips.

Purple: geodes, club lights, ferris wheels, sunglasses, hummingbirds, eyeshadow, outer space. 

Blush: lollipops, warm cheeks, lip gloss, flowers, flamingo feathers, painted nails, heart glasses.

finally done with all of these — they're queued!

[artfulodyssey]

what color is your aura?

Lavender

rock candy, daydreams, chapstick, ribbons in hair, crayons, flower fields, sleepovers. your essence is lavender: you are devoted and dependent, desiring approval. you are a bleeding heart; your passion is giving to others, but you also need for them to see you. you create little homes with others wherever you can. you are the giver. you are the needing. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of orchid, amethyst, rose, and lilac, who share your fear of being alone. you are also drawn to the staunch souls pearl and ashen, who will help you grow and realize just how much is inside of you. however, you may struggle to get along with the diligent personalities of honeysuckle and peach who don't always know how to let you help.

tagged by: @mikaels0n-elijah

tagging: @lolileone & @mysterygrump