#POOR SERAPHINA..

[the-grey-hunt]

Ghost swap for @youghostandyoutrick: Fandom fusion! Put anyone from the Ghost Trick cast into another fictional universe, as though they originated from that universe

Behold, Yomiel and Sissel in the Seraphina universe, with Yomiel as a Goreddi human and Sissel as a dragon! Dragons exist under an uneasy peace treaty with the country of Goredd, and must wear bells to mark their identity when they take their human "saarantras" form.

Sissel and Yomiel’s relationship is extremely illegal under both species’ laws and customs…luckily this definitely won’t end badly for anyone.

This can potentially fill several different prompts, including @sunnyaliceart's request for characters as furries or fantasy animals (I specifically did dragons for you :D) and @critter-ghosting-some-tricks's request for Ghost Trick as dragons/dragon riders. Yomiel counts as a rider if he's being carried in Sissel's talons, right? @owlfacenightkit also requested Yomiel, Cabanela, or any other character as a dragon.

This is all to say, I included drawings of all applicable Fiansissels for her saarantras form. No this wasn’t an excuse to draw cute Sissels in medieval outfits. I would never do such a thing.

[askbanishedknight]

Have this random cinnamonroll papercraft cuz it reminded me of your king

Banished Knight eyes soften as he hold it.

"...It does evokes thoughts of my Lord..."

He then hold it close, a tear spill out of his eye.

"...I am truly sorry, Your Majesty... ...It weighs heavily on my heart that I couldn't protect you as I wished..."

Soft sobs start to come from him as he continue to hold it close.

[crazydaymycrazyway]

Arlo: Why, dear God, is the school on fire?

John: A dragon sneezed

Blyke: I tried to light the candle with a flame thrower

Seraphina: I dropped my boba

Arlo: Isen, what happened?

Isen, having flashbacks of him and blyke arguing whether a fire extinguisher can catch fire: ...I don't remember

[sunshinenextdoor]

Letter Prompts! Give me the [ Mistake ] letter! :> That one sounds like it can be fun!

((Tried to make it open so that anyone can join in if they would want to:> ))

Someone woke up to find a mysterious letter in their mailbox. It's soft to the touch and ornated with green leave stickers, sealed with a beautiful light teal wax seal that has a wind chime flower stamped into it. They find it a bit strange at first, as they have never gotten any kind of mail like this before, but went on to opening it nonetheless. Since it could only be meant for them, right?

As their hands go on to open the neatly decorated case, they get slapped by an intense smell of lotus honey and probably some kind of hibiscus and lavender scented perfume, just oozing out of the slightly crampled paper inside. "Wow, okay, this is getting *really* weird" they probably think to themselves.

A few minutes later, after the intense aroma wears off, it may be possible to read it afterall! The letter reads as followed:

"Oh my Dearest, Only Love, my heart aches to be with you again. I miss every little breath, every warming glimpse you give to me. It's only been a day, but I already feel the urge to feel the touch of your fingers, the imprint they make on my skin as they burn, and how they get hotter as your blush grows on your body when I embrace you. I know I act coy, and I'm a jerk sometimes, but in reality, you are the only one who ever saw me this way, and the thought of it makes me drunk. No one can know of our relationship, for they don't understand, but I still want to pursue your love, for it is sweeter than honey, and truer than any word Nivara could say in a thousand years. (Please don't tell her I said that..) Ahem, I wish to meet up in secret again, unknown from the world. I'll be waiting for you by night. I need to feel your warmth again.

- Wesley"

Well. Seems like someone's in big trouble at the Nel'Vari post office! Maybe try to find the person who this could be addressed to?

[saltyztuna]

Summer may be ending soon but y’know what’s never ending?

That’s right!- This Maniac’s Bloodlust and Competitiveness! Yippeeeeee~~~

(Based on that one ff14 red chocobo meme..)

[rainrot4me]

Jeff and romance?? Okay now I need to hear more because all I can picture is him DEEP into the plot until someone walks in and he has to play it off like he wasn't just giggling and kicking his feet

HEHEHE OKAY HERES SOMETHING QUICK 😩

── .✦

You weren’t expecting to find him like that.

The door creaks as you step in—quiet, cautious, just in case he’s sharpening knives again or threatening some poor forest hiker from Craigslist. But instead… you freeze.

He’s on his bed, shirt half-off, one arm thrown lazily behind his head. A paperback rests on his chest, worn and sun-faded, the kind you’d find in a gas station with a title like Whispers Beneath the Moonlight and a heroine named Seraphina.

Jeff doesn’t notice you at first. He’s too busy glaring at the page like it owes him money.

His foot kicks once. Just once. Almost like he’s—no. No way. Is he giggling?

You clear your throat.

He jolts so hard the book flies across the room.

“It’s not mine.”

His voice is flat. Defensive and embarrassed.

“Ben left it. I was just—checking for weapons. Hidden blades in the spine or something.”

You raise an eyebrow and glance down at the page, you manage to catch a line at the top. You read it out loud in a flat, uninterested voice:

“He kissed her like the world was ending and she was the only thing worth saving.”

Oh, Jeff’s ears are red now.

“Say anything, and I swear to God, I’ll kill you myself.”

And yet, later that night, when he thinks you’re asleep in bed next to him, he picks it back up.

You don’t say a word. But you smile.

꩜ .ᐟ

[quietplace26]

Furina!MC: The Sumeru Experience.

Warnings: OCness for characters. Cringe worthy content.

It was around the 200-year mark when Furina!MC suggested to Neuvillette about traveling outside Fontaine.

At 200 years old and with her memories of her past life, she was curious about the nation of wisdom that lived next door to her own nation.

And yes, she remembered that poor Nahida wasn't even allowed to be in charge, that the sages was holding their own Archon captive, but...

The urge was there. Something was telling her to go to Sumeru.

Neuvillette truthfully didn't seem fond of the idea, as even if he went, he wouldn't be able to judge the Dendro usurper as they've been gone for over 200 years, but then his mate mentioned how she's been hearing legends of a dragons hidden in desert lands of Sumeru.

THAT catches his attention. Another possible Sovereign like him? Ok!

Furina!MC will admit that two (3 if you count the fact, they brought Seraphina with them) beings of Hydro going into Sumeru's deserts wasn't a good idea, much less the Hydro Archon going to meet another Dragon Sovereign.

She still remembers how angry Apep was in the game...

Shockingly they managed to track her down... and Furina!MC immediately nearly gets kills via plant life.

Furina!MC knew she should've considered this, however- she had a secret weapon. Something that could hopefully calm the corrupted Dendro Sovereign.

It was something she discovered in the last 100 years with Neuvillette's help. It was her control over the Hydro element. Her's had healing attributes.

And to a certain point, could even purify corruption. Be it Abyss or otherwise...

So... she threw all her power into a Hydro elemental burst and aims at Apep and shoots.

...A few hours later, Furina!MC and Neuvillette were sitting before a much calmer but still grumpy Apep.

The Dendro Sovereign still didn't like Furina!MC's presence but even so... the Dragoness appreciates not being in pain anymore. Being able to think clearly for once after so very long.

So, she tolerates the Usurper's presence. At least as both as repayment for healing her and even bringing the reborn Hydro Sovereign to meet her.

And if the mated pair brought Seraphina along, Apep appreciates seeing a hatchling (despite who her mother was.)

Seraphina at this point was a just toddler and was having the time of her life! She kept trying to climb onto Apep's massive tail that was near her, and every time she fails, giggling as she tumbles into some Dendro bloom that sprouts under her.

They ended up staying with Apep for a few days, if only for Furina!MC to make sure her healing was actually working and Apep didn't fall back into corruption.

...And also, because she was having a tough time prying her Seraphina from the Dendro Sovereign's claws.

It also this time that Furina!MC was asking about the Dendro Archon. She knew who it was but wanted to ask Apep.

Apep's memory... Wasn't greatest at the moment, but she did remember Rukkhadevata. Which also leads to her being a little confused at the state of Sumeru.

Where was Rukkhadevata? What do you mean human sages were running Sumeru? Where was that Dendro usurper?

Furina!MC knew she could just leave the matter alone and return to Fontaine with her family as the Dendro Sovereign was healed.

But Nahida...

She pulls Neuvillette to the side, saying she was going to run a quick errand in the city and would be back soon enough, so he shouldn't worry.

Neuvillette reluctantly let's his mate go; despite knowing she was up to something and continues his talk with Apep...

...The next morning Furina!MC returns, and she wasn't alone.

Both Neuvillette and Apep zero in on the 'child' in her arms, feeling the familiar power of a Sovereign's authority.

The Dendro Sovereign's authority.

That was the Dendro Archon?! But she was so small and young!

Apep was very vocal about this as she clearly remembers Rukkhadevata, an adult, being the Dendro Archon... and poor Nahida had no clue who that was.

In the end Furina!MC asks if Nahida could stay under Apep's care as the human sages in Sumeru were overstepping their boundaries with their Archon and Nahida wasn't in any shape to reclaim her rightful place yet.

Apep... agrees, shockingly. It was probably because her head had been clear of the corruption of the forbidden knowledge and is repaying her debt to Furina!MC, but she agrees.

Little Nahida would be safer and would have more freedom under the Dendro Sovereign's care. Because who honestly wouldn't like Nahida.

And with that, the Sumeru experience ends.

Furina!MC and Neuvillette do keep in contact with Nahida and Apep over the next 300 years until the littlest Archon manages to secure her rightful seat as the Dendro Archon.

Bonus notes.

Apep, even after being healed from the Forbidden Knowledge, still despises the usurpers. Furina!MC was an exception because of her healing Apep and her relationship with Neuvillette.

Apep can at least respect a relationship between mated pairs, and with all her wisdom could clearly see Neuvillette and Furina!MC were a destined pair.

And the fact the Hydro usurper was planning on returning the Hydro Sovereign's authority AND basically screwing over Celestia's will by snubbing a prophecy of theirs'? Oh, that was prefect.

Now Nahida... that's an interesting question.

For all intents and purposes, Nahida was a usurper, despite her questionable existence and the fact of Rukkadevata...

And there's a fact she could just snuff out the tiny archon and take back her rightful authority...

But then Furina!MC held Nahida up to Apep's face and the Dendro Sovereign sees the tiny Archon's wide, confused eyes... and she's all like 'sigh, give me the usurper hatchling...'

Apep becomes a rather prickly guardian over Nahida. She wasn't exactly nice, but the two bond over the years.

Nahida still retains her canon self's personality, but she's way more confidant... and scary. She was raised by Apep, so she became rather terrifying with the Dendro element.

Feral dragony Nahida.

Dottore never acquires the Dendro or Electro gnosis... or well, he did but never considered Apep in the equation...

So, the Dendro gnosis was still in Nahida's hands and the Electro gnosis was taken by Apep who hid it deep in the desert, hoping one day that maybe, just maybe, the Electro Sovereign would reincarnate like was the Hydro Sovereign, Neuvillette, did.

Nahida also takes Wanderer to meet Apep and is all like, 'Apep! Can I keep him? Please?' While Wanderer is like 'What the fuck?! What the fuck?! That's a big ass dragon-'

And don't get me started when Wanderer brings Mini Durin back to Sumeru-

[swiftsharkness]

For Good (And Forever)

Summary: Glinda thought the story was over. Oz — And Elphaba — had other plans.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.9K

Find it here on Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64523677

The flames crackled louder, closer, devouring everything in their path.

“Elphie!” Glinda screamed, reaching through the smoke. She could just see her — green skin slick with sweat, eyes wide with terror — before the inferno swallowed her whole.

“NO!”

Glinda bolted upright in bed, tangled in her sheets, her own scream still echoing off the high vaulted ceilings of her suite in the Emerald Castle.

Her heart raced. Her chest heaved. She pressed a hand to her mouth, willing herself not to sob.

But reality was worse than the dream.

Elphaba was gone. Not swallowed up by flames, but melted by a small child, who couldn’t have known the weight of her actions.

The weight of it settled like a stone in her chest. Glinda wrapped her arms around herself, shaking. Sleep was impossible now, not with the images lingering horrifically behind her eyelids. Her guards and staff have long since given up on checking on her, they were no strangers to her screams echoing through the palace halls late at night. She threw back her silk sheets, and swung her legs off the too-big bed. She lit a candle with shaking fingers and wandered barefoot through her chambers, each step hollow and meaningless.

When she reached her writing desk, she sat heavily. The inkpot wobbled under her clumsy hand. She pulled a sheet of parchment toward her and stared at it, blank as her future without Elphie.

Something cracked inside her.

And she began to write.

⸻

It started with their first meeting — the hatred, the fierce, instant dislike.

Glinda wrote about the way Elphaba had challenged her, refusing to bow to her popularity and charm. About how infuriating she had been, and how intoxicating that defiance had quickly become.

She wrote about nights staying up late in their shared room, laughing until they cried. About whispered dreams and secret fears. About slow trust, unexpected loyalty.

She didn’t shy away from the dark parts. She wrote about misunderstandings, betrayals, the way politics had torn them apart. The way Glinda had stood on a balcony and smiled to hide the way her heart was breaking.

She wrote it all — all the way to the moment the world turned against Elphaba, calling her wicked, forcing her to flee. And Glinda, the coward that she was, had stayed behind.

When dawn light filtered through her windows, Glinda sat back, hands cramping, face wet with tears she hadn’t even noticed falling.

The novel sat before her, raw and trembling with truth.

In a haze of exhaustion and aching grief, she changed their names — Elphaba became Elara, and Glinda herself became Seraphina. She bundled it into a package, scratched out a fake return address, and sent it to Emerald Quill Publishing before she could lose her nerve.

She told herself she didn’t care what became of it.

She lied.

⸻

Weeks passed. Then months.

Glinda forgot about the manuscript as the demands of ruling Oz consumed her. She gave speeches, passed laws, tried to heal a country that had devoured one of its own. To fix a country The Wizard and Madame Morrible had torn apart.

Until the streets began to hum with something new.

She first noticed it at the market:

“Have you read Wicked Hearts yet?” a woman whispered to her friend.

“It’s beautiful,” the friend gushed. “I still can’t believe what the Sorcerer did to poor Elara! And how quickly everyone believed it! Even her peers at school!”

“Exactly! Do you know what I think though? I think they loved each other,” said another voice, dreamy.

“Seraphina and Fieron? Or do you mean Elara and Fieron?”

“No! Clearly Seraphin-“

Glinda had continued on before she could hear the rest, heart fluttering in her chest. She turned a corner and saw a painter selling portraits of two women — one fair, one green — locked in an embrace.

Her heart stopped.

At home, she devoured a copy of the book herself, even though she knew every word. Seeing it in print was different. Seeing the world feel it was different.

For the first time, Oz seemed to mourn Elphaba properly.

And as she watched the way the people loved Elara, she realized — finally — what had been simmering inside her for so long:

She had loved Elphie. Loved her in a way that had never been just friendship.

And she had never told her.

⸻

Months had passed, and it seemed all of Oz had grown obsessed with Wicked Hearts in some capacity. Glinda had sent out ears throughout Oz to gauge the reactions and feelings from the Novel. With only positive reviews and outrage to what happened to Elara, Glinda knew it was time. She let her people know to reach out to the reporters throughout Oz to inform them she would be holding an important announcement in two days time, and got to work preparing the proper documents she was going to need.

Now, Glinda stood behind the podium at the center of Emerald Square, the entire city stretched before her in a sea of expectant faces. Reporters jostled for the best angle. Magic-powered recording globes hovered overhead.

Her heart thudded so loudly she was sure the whole square could hear it.

“I… have a confession to make,” she said, voice soft but steady.

The crowd leaned in.

“Wicked Hearts,” Glinda said. “It’s not fiction. It’s the truth.”

Gasps rippled through the air.

“It is the story of me, and of Elphaba Thropp — the so-called Wicked Witch of the West. She was never wicked. She was brave, and brilliant, and she…” Glinda’s voice broke. She pressed a hand to her chest. “She was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Tears blurred her vision.

“I loved her,” she said simply. “I love her still.”

The crowd was silent, stunned.

And then — a roar of cheers, applause, cries of support.

Glinda’s legs nearly gave out with relief.

“It is with that I make my announcement: I hereby issue a full pardon for Elphaba Thropp,” she revealed. “Let her name be cleared. Let her memory be honored.”

She stepped back, tears slipping freely down her cheeks, as the people of Oz rose to their feet and clapped.

Maybe, finally, they could heal.

⸻

Far from the gleaming city, Elphaba stumbled out of a dusty marketplace, clutching a book to her chest. Fiyero — his Scarecrow form hidden under layers of clothes — caught up to her, face tight with confusion and concern.

“Fae, you shouldn’t run off like that, what if someone had seen you?” His eyes locked onto the book she clutched with dear life. “You ran off from grabbing supplies… for a romance novel? If you wanted something new to read, I could’ve gone in. You need to stop putting yourself at risk of being caught.”

Elphaba rolled her eyes and began trudging towards the forest where their cottage lay hidden from the world, and could hear him following closely behind. It wasn’t much, but they had made it as home as it could be. She may not love Fiyero the way she originally believed, but she loved him all the same. Even times like now, where his concern for her safety bordered on condescending and threatened to drive her insane.

“I was careful, I am always careful! But I’d also like to be able to go into public from time to time so I don’t go crazy!” She glanced back at the man made of straw and sighed “I love you, Yero. And I am forever grateful to have you with me, but sometimes I need to be around other people, even if they can’t know I’m there.”

Stepping into the cottage, she headed for her room, not before turning to Fiyero. “And anyways, this isn’t just some romance novel. I overheard some girls in town saying it was written by Glinda The Good.”

She shut her door so she didn’t have to face his knowing eyes.

⸻

She read every word of the book that night by candlelight. She saw herself through Glinda’s eyes — stubborn, loyal, brave. She saw the love stitched between the lines.

When she saw the pardon printed in bold letters across the front page of the Ozian Times, she couldn’t stay away.

She knew it the second she stepped foot in the flood of sparking green. The Emerald City had changed.

Elphaba could feel it in the streets — the way people smiled at her now instead of shrinking away, the way no one whispered “wicked” like a curse under their breath, or screamed in terror at the sight of her.

Still, she couldn’t stop shaking as she made her way to the palace.

Fieryo had begged her to wait, to be cautious. But Elphaba couldn’t. Not after reading every word Glinda had written, every page dripping with grief and love she hadn’t dared dream was real. Not after seeing the pardon in every newspaper across Oz.

Glinda had loved her.

Glinda had never stopped.

And Elphaba, fool that she was, had almost let her die one day believing she was alone.

⸻

The palace guards didn’t stop her.

They stared — wide-eyed, almost reverent — and parted without a word.

Elphaba shoved the grand doors open with trembling hands.

And there she was.

Glinda.

Standing at the far end of the glittering throne room, sunlight catching the gold in her hair.

For one terrible, frozen moment, neither of them moved.

Elphaba couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

She expected Glinda to scream. To run. To call for guards.

Instead, Glinda whispered, brokenly, “Elphie…”

Her voice cracked like it was the first real thing Elphaba had heard in years.

“You’re dead,” Glinda said, tears spilling over. “I buried you. I—”

“I’m sorry,” Elphaba said hoarsely. “I had to run. I thought—” She stopped, words twisting into a sharp, ugly knot in her throat. “I thought you’d be safer without me.”

Glinda shook her head, tears streaming freely now. “I didn’t want to be safe, Elphie. I wanted you.”

Elphaba stepped forward. “You deserved better than me. I thought… I thought if Oz hated me, they’d leave you alone.”

“You idiot,” Glinda sobbed, half-laughing, half-choking. “You beautiful, stupid, brave idiot.”

And then she was running — full tilt across the room — slamming into Elphaba so hard they almost toppled over.

Elphaba caught her with a broken, desperate sound, arms tightening around her like a drowning woman clinging to shore.

“I’m sorry,” she said again into Glinda’s hair, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Glinda whispered fiercely, pulling back just enough to cup Elphaba’s face in her small, shaking hands. “Don’t you dare. You loved me so much you let me go. But Elphie… I would have gone with you anywhere. I have regretted every second of every day that I didn’t get on the broom.”

Elphaba’s breath hitched. “You don’t know what you’re saying. It’s still dangerous—”

“I don’t care.”

Glinda kissed her.

It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t soft. It was messy and furious and alive — everything Elphaba thought she’d lost forever.

Elphaba kissed her back with all the aching, desperate love she had carried for years. She kissed her like a starving woman. Like a woman reborn.

When they finally broke apart, Glinda pressed her forehead against Elphaba’s and smiled through her tears. “Welcome home, my Elphie.”

“Home,” Elphaba repeated, voice breaking. “With you.”

“Always with me.”

And as the bells of the city rang out, as the sun bathed the palace in gold, Elphaba realized something she never had before:

For once, she didn’t have to fight to be loved.

For once, she didn’t have to run.

For once, she was exactly where she belonged.

In Glinda’s arms.

Home.

[glaucouscherubim]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ "𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂? 𝑰𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖?" ✧.*

𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓷𝓸 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼.

She looks like a preppy, she talks like a preppy, she acts.... well who's to say she doesn't act like a preppy. Does this mean she's a preppy? No. If anything, she's an imposter.

More of an Art Clique type though it is more like another Nerd clique that hates the other Nerd Clique. She's more the leader.

Chef for the Harrington House. She does it for kitchen access.

More in dept oc lore dump under

Around the art room, diners, and abandoned garages, you may see some girl wearing an Aquaberry sweater vest smelling like a mixture of rosewood incense and cigarettes. She could either be hosting a paint and sip with virgin drinks, sketching her peers, or smoking cigarettes while squatting down in some alleyway listening to her iPod. Between that, or cooking at the Harrington house.

Seraphina-Jolie Allard, a mouthful therefore she is only called Seraphina or Jolie. The daughter of a Casino owner and the CEO to the jewelry company known as Angel Tears.co, both being made from humble beginnings.

Her mother, known as Marnie Pham-Oswald, was born to a trailer park family before her company was seeded. An ex-cop father who only sat in front of the tv smoking and drinking beers, and a beauty pageant mail-order-bride of a mother. She was more so raised by the people in holding cells; they watched over her, entertained her, told her stories... and taught her slight of hand...

Her father, Andre-Baptiste Allard, was an orphan French runaway... He doesn't talk about his childhood. All is known was that he was first found sleeping in the guest room of a Casino and then suddenly became a janitor. He began pulling his own weight and climbing. Climbing the ladder from janitor, to server, to messenger, to confidant, to right hand, to under boss, and finally, the owner.

The couple raised her to be humble. Wanting to give her the average childhood while paving the way for her in a comfortable life. While teaching her life lessons, they also taught her about alliances. Her father had introduce her before to a few suspicious people about a job. He's taught the trade, as did her mother.

Moving on from her family, we get to her academics. Good grades throughout, exceeding in science and mathematics while wavering in geography.

For her social life, she is generally known as snarky, sarcastic, judgmental, and yet also calm?...

𝗕𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶��𝘀: She's rude. They hate her and she hates them. In general, they just ignore each other. Can't even be in the same room. 𝗡𝗲𝗿𝗱𝘀: The Art Nerds clique think they're better than the Nerd-Nerds clique. They are literally the same thing except ART burnouts. 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗲𝘀: She acts too poor for their taste but she does box sometimes to stay fit and she cooks good. She's rich enough to be on their ranks but she doesn't act like it. Bif is the closest to her, they just work out together. She leaves Tad to himself... he just has this look in his eyes that she doesn't want to touch. He's going through something... she knows it but she won't ask... 𝗝𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀: She plays on the softball team. That's it. 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘀: They assume she's a preppy. They don't really like her but sort of tolerate her. The two guys she talks to is Ricky and Lefty. Ricky and her met when she needed help, going over to the Auto Repair shop for help on her bike. Ricky was the only one there, she offered to pay him if he taught her how to fix it herself. She met Lefty through him, they became sort of close and smoke together. Movies sometimes, the carnival when it's here. She has a sort of crush on them, more on Ricky even though it is unrequited. 𝗧𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗶𝗲𝘀: They know her as that one girl that just stops at places to sketch or take photos.

Other notes:

Other than boxing and softball, she does ice skate and rollerblade.

She has a zippo with a flower engraved on one side and the words "Purify me" on the other. It's held in her biker shorts under her skirt. In the other pocket she has a small container holding her lipgloss and four cigarettes. She only smokes 4 a month.

She owns a Docomo.

She drives a Kawasaki ninja zx-6r. A hand-me-down from her father's friend's cousin.

Extra links:

Will add links here for other posts regarding this character

[dragqueenstarscream]

I think we ought bully Optimus a little by having him keep bumping into Sera whenever he’s out at clubs or bars with his team. Esp, if his team catches sight of them interacting lol. He is getting teased so much. So, so much.

(Also sera should totally give him a peck on the check that leaves a big lipstick mark—poor mech would never hear the end of it lol.)

oh this would be the funniest thing! anytime team prime goes to swerve's or maccadam's, they always end up running into seraphina. over time, optimus works up more and more courage to talk to this gorgeous femme, and eventually, he gets the ball bearings to drop a cheesy pick up line.

seraphina starts laughing, and optimus initially thinks he's blown his chance. to his surprise, however, she pulls him close to murmur something to him, and ends up kissing him on the cheek, leaving a perfect lipstick mark. optimus is stunned as she saunters away, swaying her hips.

team prime is absolutely teasing the hell out of optimus for being this smitten. bee and jazz are the worst, with bee making fun of optimus for freezing and jazz encouraging optimus to go after her.

[crazydaymycrazyway]

Arlo: Where's Remi?

Isen *remembering that Remi went out to do vigilante stuff with Blyke despite Arlo telling her multiple times to not do so as Amber had been searching specifically for them, followed by John and Seraphina who had gone in search of them since they hadn't came back all night and left him behind so that he could cover for them*: ...Who's Remi?

[purplerocker-thesims]

Townies for Kingdom of GoldenMoon

We got a line up lovely and interesting looking sims. However, 3 teens are randomised in and quickly added in, and no time or effort was put into them.

The way I handle townies, is that, if they are never seen, and never get involved with sims drama / conflict, they will never be added into the playable until married, even if they been around for gens and they aren't that social, never an active member of the community, then I see no harm, as long as no romance or children came from previous gens with that sims. Sims that will die when too much time past - Deeply involved sims, that they get added - Affair lovers - Close best friends, active friends - I don't want Great x 2 Grandmother's old enemy to be the current heirs partner.

I have a style that I like, of even after finishing pooklet method, I go and tweak the face, often because I'm never happy with how the sims turn out, and I'm always nit picking over details.

One of the first townies around were Three women, to try and help with mass deaths and lack of datable for single men.

This is Markette De Flu, created along side:

- Genevieve de France, now married to Eadwine Sommer and almost died 3 times and woman has been fighting away death

- Leddea Ravenscar, now dead, had twins and was going to be a woman for the eoforwine.

Markette survived by not getting involved with the town and hiding away. She currently has the cold though. Romance / Fortune Sign: Leo Sexuality: Straight Turn ons: Formal and heard working Turn off: Fatness

Sloppy | | | | - - - - - - Neat Shy | | | | | | | | | | Outgoing Lazy | | | | - - - - - -Active Serious | | | | - - - - - -Playful Grouchy | | | - - - - - - -Nice

Traits : Loves the cold, Over-Emotional, Loves the outdoors, Green thumb, Clumsy ACR PERSONAL SETTINGS Ideal family size: 5 Fertility: 44%

next is

Jevha Heartstrings

Romance / knowledge Sign: Gemini Sexuality: Straight Turn ons: Rich and Fit Turn off: Poor

Sloppy | | | | - - - - - - Neat Shy | | | | | | | - - - Outgoing Lazy | | | | | | | | - - Active Serious | | | - - - - - - - Playful Grouchy | | | - - - - - - - Nice

Traits : Dramatic, Hydrophobic, born salesperson, Neurotic, Sailor ACR PERSONAL SETTINGS Ideal family size: 3 Fertility: 28%

Autotomy: High

Jealousy: Marriage only

Next is this, guy, that took chance without ACR.

Deorwine Alfredsone

knowledge / Popularity Sign: Scorpio Sexuality: Bi Turn ons: undergarments and Makeup Turn off: Cologne

Sloppy | | | | | | - - - - Neat Shy | | | | | - - - - - Outgoing Lazy | | | | | | | | - - Active Serious | | | - - - - - - - Playful Grouchy | | | - - - - - - - Nice

Traits : Frugal, Adventurous, Hydrophobic, Grumpy, Gatherer ACR PERSONAL SETTINGS Ideal family size: 3 Fertility: 43%

Sadrabald d'Ornontville

This man fell in love with a sim, set them up with the tax holder, and then got jealous. That's not cheating. That is a trap. This man is not to be trusted.

Family / pleasure Sign: Sagittarius Sexuality: straight Turn ons: Turn off:

Sloppy | - - - - - - - - - Neat Shy | - - - - - - - - - Outgoing Lazy | | | | | | | | | - Active Serious | | | | | | | - - - Playful Grouchy | | | | | | | - - - Nice

Traits : Loves the cold, Brooding, mooch, Irresistible, Eccentric. ACR PERSONAL SETTINGS Ideal family size: 8 Fertility: 82%

Seraphina Fair child

Got set up by Sadrabald. How dare he cry next to her over something he did. He shouldn’t have used my Tax keeper.

Knowledge / family

Sign: Virgo Sexuality: straight

Turn ons: makeup/Charismatic Turn off: Formal

Personality:

Sloppy | | | | | | | | | - Neat Shy - - - - - - - - - - Outgoing Lazy | | | | - - - - - - Active Serious | | | | | | - - - - Playful Grouchy | | | | | | - - - - Nice

Traits: Neurotic, Good sense of humour, Clumsy, Angler, loner

ACR PERSONAL SETTINGS Ideal family size: 2 Fertility: 51%

Afton Blackburne

She going to insult some teenagers, How lovely and is already butting heads with Sigeberht whittemoree. She quite involved with some of the locals.

Fortune / popularity Sign: Virgo

Turned ons: Makeup / strong Turn off: Bed rep

Personality

Sloppy | | - - - - - - - - Neat Shy | | | | | | | | | | Outgoing Lazy | | | | | | | | | | Active Serious | - - - - - - - - - Playful Grouchy | | - - - - - - - - Nice

Traits: Flirty, Rebellious, Angler, Charismatic, lucky

ACR PERSONAL SETTINGS Ideal family size: 10 Fertility: 100%

Venetia Wenderimoet

Pleasure / fortune

sign: Aquarius

Turn ons: Make up / Fitness Turn off: Undergarments

Traits: Traits: Inappropriate, commitment issues, angler, sailor, workaholic

Sloppy | | | | - - - - - - Neat Shy | | | | | | | | - - Outgoing Lazy - - - - - - - - - - Active Serious | | | | | | | - - - Playful Grouchy | | | | | | - - - - Nice

ACR PERSONAL SETTINGS

Ideal Family Size: 7 Fertility: 32

I wanted to try the Townie maker gun in game, and I hated how the sims turned out, because they weren't look different enough for me.

There are 3 teens and a child. Felice Antsy - Teen - Romance

Jacquette Engleford - Teen - Fortune The lady Sigeberht been sneaking out with.

Emma Clyford - Teen - fortune

Godiva Cockse - Child - She's became friends with a few of the local children, I do need more Male townies but once the Females don't have lovers.

[malvenor]

been thinking about it lately and like. it's kinda sad how close Disgaea 5's story is to being genuinely really interesting and cool, but it just misses the mark by inventing fun ways to fumble precisely half of its main cast (and then flanderizing the main villain in the postgame)

Like, there's plenty there, and a really solid core. It's a cool sci-fi war story about a small team of rebel demons fighting against an impossibly large army that's already assimilated like, a quarter of the known universe by the time the game has even started. The character-based intrigue comes in from each character having some personal beef with the main villain that leads them all on their own somewhat self-destructive revenge quests, and what's supposed to happen, as in what the game very clearly wants to do, is show how each character's flaws have worsened their own past and how maybe things could have been different if they themselves were different. It's a cool idea for driving personal conflict and an excellent vehicle for the game's chapter-based structure.

However. It fucks this up. For three of the six main characters, it works fine. Usalia's story is handled best, highlighting how her childishness and stubborn refusal to adapt to inconveniences brought her parents and the people she was meant to rule a lot of undue suffering (though the story also attempts to absolve her of most of this, which is fine). Killia's is an odd example, but still done well, as he was once and Big Evil Dude himself, but has effectively locked that part of himself away, and is trying to take down the big bad because he knows he had a hand in turning that man into who he is today. And Christo is the odd-one-out who doesn't actually have a revenge story and moreso acts as an excellent support pillar for every other character's story. So that's great! What are the other characters?

Well... Zeroken is there, I guess. His thing is supposed to be his cowardice...? But hes the final character to be introduced, and also the first to have his story wrapped up a mere, what, four chapters (out of 16) later? And it's not even very satisfying? So it just falls flat. Then there's Red Magnus, who's major flaws are a mix of slothfulness and pride, but the game can't fucking help itself and just treats every scene with him as a joke, so none of what should be a good story with him actually works.

Then there's Seraphina. She is a spoiled rich brat who's in love with Killia and hates all other men and that's her entire personality. And then her final chapter comes around and it's revealed she's actually penniless now and then ????? Consider that character development! Now she has a voice line where she quite literally says "Who cares about being poor?" and nothing else actually changes! Cool! Why the fuck are you here?

So ultimately what we're left with is half of a well-written cast of characters, 2/3 interesting villains, and some bizarre pacing problems that I can't be fucked to go over, and yet... it seems so solvable?? Like two more decent editing passes and this story could have at least surpassed the first two games, if maybe not reaching the heights of 3 and 4, yet it doesn't. It's juuust bad enough where it feels bad to think about. Wish it weren't like this.

[crabs-with-sticks]

A Gift as Deadly as You Are

Electra de Riva/Viago de Riva | 1,135 words | M

@viagoweek Day 3: Unusual Encounters

Electra is getting married. Its a purely political marriage, but that doesn't stop Viago's need to lay his claim.

Electra had never liked wearing white. It was far too much trouble than it was worth. Yes, it often made targets underestimate you, seeing the purity of the colour as a sign of innocence. But it picked up every stain of dirt or splash of blood she came across, and the laundresses always charged double for those. It was however, generally considered necessary for one’s own wedding, so she relented. She was just finishing up her make-up, running a finger reddened with rouge over her lower lip when there was a quiet knock at the door. One of her bridesmaids- Seraphina (chosen for politics rather than affection)- went over to check who it was. Before she had even gotten to the door, the tired and ever grumpy voice of Viago rang out, “it’s only me, open the damn door.” Seraphina, the poor thing, looked to Electra, who just rolled her eyes, nodding for the girl to open the door. She could see him enter in the mirror’s reflection, but she paid him no mind for now. “The Fifth Talon, ma’am,” Seraphina said, as if Electra would fail to recognise Viago’s voice. “I know,” she said simply and sweetly. She was just about to be First Talon. He could wait.

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[hungryforhungergames]

Blood On Her Hands

Short Summary:

When Coriolanus comes home early, he discovers Seraphina being mistreated by the maids assigned to care for her. His quiet fury turns into swift, ruthless action — punishment isn’t just for the maids, but their children too. As Seraphina lies in his arms that night, safe but shaken, she begins to wonder if love should ever cost this much.

The Story

If there is one thing Seraphina could change in the entire presidential palace, it would be the maids. 

Not the marble cold floors where Coriolanus had dragged her along with him, nor the high ceilings that made her feel incredibly small. No, the maids were the most horrible thing here. 

The maids were assigned to wash her, dress her and help her with anything she might want. They could accompany her to the garden or the library if she wanted, but Seraphina doesn’t want to be around them if she doesn’t have to.

It started the second Coriolanus left her alone with the maids. They looked at her like she was an animal, undeserving of the wealth of the Capitol. While they helped her, they would murmur to each other like Seraphina wasn’t right there.

“Poor thing, look at her. She will never fit here in the Capitol.”

One of them whispered while they were brushing her hair.

“I have no idea what the president sees in her, this is a disaster waiting to happen.”

Another murmured. Seraphina never said anything, just waited until they were done with her. Of course, the words hurt her more than she wanted to admit, but she tried to stay strong.

The maids weren’t careful when getting her ready either. The water in the bathtub was always way too hot, close to burning. When Seraphina tried to ask the maids if the water could be a little bit cooler, they laughed in her face while pouring the hot water down her back.

While they applied rich creams to her body, they did it so forcefully her entire skin turned red. They weren’t even careful while brushing her hair, strands of hair were pulled out with the hairbrush.

“Please, it hurts.”

Seraphina cried out and reached up to touch the sore spots on her head. A maid grabbed her arm and yanked it away from her head, continuing to brush her hair ruthlessly. 

Seraphina never told Coriolanus about what the maids were doing to her. He would probably just brush it off, saying she wasn’t used to the working method of maids here in the Capitol. According to him, she still wasn’t used to how they do things here. But she would learn it eventually, after some time.

But the maids didn’t just stop mistreating her during getting her ready. Whenever Seraphina asked them to bring her food, the food would always be too cold. She once asked for soup and after they brought it to her after an hour, it was already cold. 

Seraphina asked them nicely if they could maybe reheat it, but the maids just ignored her and kept continuing with their day.

On the days that Seraphina showered alone, after she basically begged Coriolanus for some alone time, the towels that she took with her to the bathroom were always gone. While she was naked, she had to rush back to the bedroom to get some new towels.

Seraphina has asked Coriolanus multiple times if she could be left alone by the maids, she would be able to get herself ready just fine. But because she never gave him the real reason for her request, he always denied.

“It’s a luxury, Seraphina. Most girls would dream of being pampered like this. They are just here to help you darling, you deserve to be taken care of.”

He had said before dropping a kiss to her forehead before leaving the presidential palace to meet with his advisors. Seraphina just stayed behind, while she knew what was coming.

It was a constant fight between her and the maids and Seraphina didn’t know how to end it. So she just held in her tears while they kept making comments about her, hurting her mentally and physically.

**

Coriolanus was not supposed to come home early today. His entire agenda was full with meetings with gamemakers due to the upcoming Hunger Games. But during his lunch, he got a call from his assistant that most of the gamemakers were sick due to food poisoning, which meant he could go home way earlier than intended.

His leather shoes click on the marble floor while he walks through the presidential palace up to their suite. He wants nothing more than a shower to wash away the sweat that has formed on his back, Coriolanus didn’t know the sun was going to be shining today.

When he reaches the presidential suite, he expects Seraphina to be reading a book by the window sill. What he didn't expect was the sound of her crying coming from the bathroom.

Coriolanus walks through the bedroom to the bathroom.The door is ajar and Coriolanus peers through the crack to see Seraphina sitting in the bathtub while the maids are getting her ready. 

At first, he didn't understand why she was crying, but when he saw her red skin from the boiling water, he started to understand.

“Please.”

He hears Seraphina begging, her voice not louder than a whisper. A maid pours more boiling water over her back and Coriolanus can see Seraphina’s body shaking.  Her back is facing him, so he can’t see her face, but the actions of the maids are saying enough.

“You’re not crying again, are you? Oh my god, you’re not made of glass.”

One of the maids complains and he sees her grabbing a hairbrush. The maid starts brushing her hair and Coriolanus knows her harsh movements are hurting Seraphina.

Coriolanus sees red, but he doesn’t step into the bathroom right away. He wants to help her, get Seraphina out of this situation, out of the hands of the maids, but he can’t. For some moment, he watches his girlfriend being treated like that.

Not because he wants to, but because he is too shocked to move. He remembers Seraphina asking him if she could be left alone, but he refused. Coriolanus didn’t see a good reason why she wanted to get ready herself, but now he knows why. Has this been happening all the time?

But when the maid yanks her hair so hardly that Seraphina lets out a painful sob, Coriolanus steps into the bathroom.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing to her?”

He yells. The sound of his voice makes all the maids jump up and look at the doorway. Even Seraphina looks around to look at him, but quickly turns back to avoid his gaze. She probably feels too embarrassed to look at him.

“Mister President, we were just getting her ready.”

A maid stammers and points to the bathtub where Seraphina is sitting in. Treating his girlfriend like district scum is one thing, lying to him about it is another. 

How dare they lie to their president after he took them into his home? How dare they betray him by treating his girlfriend like that, after he gave them the responsibility to make sure she had everything she needed?

Coriolanus strides over to the maid who kept pouring the boiling water over Seraphina’s back and he brings down his hand to her face. The maid falls down to the force and the other maids look at them in shock.

“Getting ready? All I could see was you hurting her.”

He says and walks over to the bathtub Seraphina is sitting in. He grabs a hot towel from the heater and pulls it over her shoulders to cover her up a little bit. Seraphina offers him a tired smile before she avoids his eyes again. She starts covering herself with her arms and Coriolanus wants these maids out of here as soon as possible.

“Mister president, we weren’t hurting her, we promise. We tried to take care of her as well as we can.”

One of the maids stammers and nods towards the multiple carts with items they used on her, like cream and oils. 

Coriolanus looks at Seraphina one more time and broadens his shoulders. He doesn’t need to raise his voice, the maids will listen to him either way.

“You will be reassigned to the districts, let’s see if you will lie ever again to the people who are in charge.”

He tells the maids who look at him in horror.

“To the district? You can't.."

The oldest maid starts.

“I can and I will. You should have never treated my rose like that, you shouldn’t have broken my trust. So now, you will have to pay for it. You all have kids right?”

Coriolanus asks the group while gently combing his hands through Seraphina’s hair, showing her that he’s right there with her. 

The maids all nod their heads while they try to grasp the idea that they will soon be living in one of the districts. Coriolanus doesn’t know where he’s going to send them yet, he will have to find out where they need these ungrateful brats. 

Seraphina feels so little in the bathtub, listening to Coriolanus putting the maids back into their place. She knows he definitely will be sending the maids to the districts, he means everything he says when he is mad. 

She feels grateful for the towels he has pulled over her shoulders to cover her up and the feeling of his hands combing through her hair is comforting. She wonders why he has come home so early, if he came home the usual time he would have never seen this.

“Well, tell them they better start packing. Let’s see if the odds are in their favour during the next reaping.”

Coriolanus throws out the threat so casually that Seraphina wonders if she heard that right. Is he really threatening them with throwing their children in the arena just because they treated her badly? But when she sees the horrified looks on the maids faces, she knows she heard it just right.

Coriolanus calls in security and when the guards arrive, he motions towards the maids while saying:

“Get them out of here, strip them of their Capitol citizen papers, I will later give you the details to which district they will be escorted to.”

The guards listen to him immediately and take a hold of all the maids before escorting them out of the bathroom and it turns quiet for a while.

Both of them don’t really know what to do. Seraphina sits still in the bathtub while the water grows cold while she plays with her fingers to distract herself.

Coriolanus slowly walks closer to the bathtub, sinking to his knees to be on eye level with his girlfriend.

“Are you okay?”

He asks softly, putting a finger in the water to feel the temperature. It’s cold, which means he wants to get his girlfriend out of here as soon as possible. Seraphina nods and sighs deeply.

“Let’s get you out of here baby.”

He tells her and pulls the plug out of the bathtub, letting the water run out. While the water disappears, he gets another hot towel from the heating rack and returns to her. With a hand under her arm, he helps her stand up in the bathtub carefully. 

Seraphina’s legs tremble slightly when she stands up but he catches her right before she can falter.

“Easy there, I got you.”

He says and grabs a hold of her waist. He helps her wrap the towel around herself while he sees her entire body is red from the boiling water they have washed her with, it makes his blood boil. How dare they hurt her like that.

Seraphina keeps her mouth shut while he helps her dry herself and closes her eyes when he presses a kiss to her temple. She knows how things would go if he didn’t walk in on this. She would have wiped her own tears and prepared herself for another day with the maids.

**

After Coriolanus helps her get into some comfortable clothes, he carries her out of the bathroom into the bedroom. He places her on the bed before he crawls to the headboard. He sits down, leaning on the headboard while he pulls Seraphina between his legs in a way she’s resting her head on his chest.

They’re quiet again for a while, just listening to each other heartbeaths and deep breaths. 

“I didn’t know Seraphina.”

Coriolanus starts and runs his hand down her arm reassuringly. 

“I know.”

Seraphina whispers and cuddles into him even more. He’s surprised she’s letting him get so close, but he doesn’t complain. This is all he ever wanted, for her to trust him like that.

“I swear if I had known what they were doing to you, I…I would have sent them away earlier. I swear.”

He takes a hold of his wrist gently, urging her to look at him to see how serious he is about this situation. No one hurts his girlfriend, especially not without a punishment.

Seraphina looks up at him, her eyes teary from all the emotion from this midday. Coriolanus raises his hand to cup her cheek and he leans even closer to her.

“I promise you, no one is going to hurt you again, okay? You trust me right?”

He asks her while his forehead drops against hers. He’s so close to her, he can feel her breath on his face. But that’s what he wants, he always wants to be as close to her as possible.

When Seraphina doesn’t answer immediately, he pinches her waist and brushes his lips softly against hers.

“Yes I trust you, Coryo.”

After those words leave her mouth, he kisses her. Not a dominant kiss filled with fire like the usual ones. No, a soft and loving kiss from a boyfriend trying his best to comfort his girlfriend.

They pull apart and the kiss leaves them breathless. Coriolanus shifts and softly moves her out of his lap before crawling of the bed.

“Let’s get you something to eat, baby. You deserve it.”

…

“Did you mean what you said?”

Seraphina asks later that night when they are lying in bed. She’s laying on his chest while his arms lay around her protectively, pulling her even closer than before. She looks at Coriolanus and sees his eyebrows furrowing.

“What are you talking about?”

He asks her and combs through her hair softly with his large and cold hand. Seraphina nuzzles even closer to the contact and he smiles softly, this is the best moment of the day. The moment where he lays in bed with his girlfriend beside him, or on top of him.

“What you said about their kids, about their odds being in favor during the reaping. Are you really going to send them into the Hunger Games?”

The question lingers in the air for some time. Coriolanus stops combing through her hair and takes a deep breath.

“Yes, they will be reaped as tributes.”

Coriolanus says before pressing a kiss on her hair like the words mean nothing. Seraphina shifts so she can look at him properly.

“Are you serious?”

Seraphina asks him, she can’t imagine he will really throw those kids in the arena just because their parents treated her badly. How far is he willing to go to protect her?

“Their parents need to learn a lesson, no one touches what’s mine.”

He tells her and the grip around her waist grows tighter.

“But don’t worry your pretty little head over it, okay? You’re safe now, I will never let people hurt you.”

Seraphina tries to argue, she wants to say they are just kids and don’t deserve to die because of their parents actions, but he kisses her on the mouth to stop her from talking.

She knows Coriolanus, once he sets his mind to something, she will not be able to change it. But she can’t help but feel bad for the kids, no one should die like that.

Seraphina pulls back from the kiss, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, she can’t just let this go, can she?

“But now you’re not just punishing them, you're punishing their families too.”

She says and Coriolanus tries to resist the urge to roll his eyes and get annoyed with her. Can’t she just leave this alone? Why does she care so much about the maids that mistreated her? 

“I punish their families because they are their weaknesses, just like you are my weakness.”

He presses another kiss to her cheek, trying to end the conversation. He really wants to go to sleep and leave this behind. Tomorrow is a new day. But Seraphina seems to think differently about that.

“So does that mean that if I make a mistake, someone else has to pay for it as well?”

Seraphina asks and places her hand on his jaw to keep his attention. She brushes her fingers over his soft skin and for a moment she forgets how cruel he is being right now.

“No, because you’re mine. That means I will always protect you. The only mistake you could make is thinking I wouldn’t burn down the entire world to find the person who hurts you. Because that darling, that would be a grave mistake.”

Coriolanus kisses her lips, a sign that the conversation is over and he wants to sleep. The last kiss on her mouth is their usual sign of closure, the end of the day. Time to trade day for night.

“Let’s go to sleep, baby.”

He whispers and lets her nuzzle further into his chest while his arms keep holding her body. The feeling of his chest rising and falling is comforting, just like the feeling of his breath on her forehead. 

Coriolanus is the first one to fall asleep, Seraphina’s mind can’t stop working. She thinks about the children who will now be put into the arena because of her. And even in the dark, she can feel the blood on her hands.

[rheanyraaaa]

Water Lilly Part 40

Robb Stark x Reader

Enemies To Lovers

Summary: more bees and clearing the children up & the old nan

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The maester’s chambers smelled of mint salve, crushed chamomile, and something vaguely burnt. A low hum of commotion filled the air—sniffling, hiccupped crying, and the ever-familiar chiding of Old Nan’s croaky voice. You stood near the window, hand to your mouth, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from bursting into laughter.

Rickard sat on the table, stripped bare, arms crossed in defiance as Maester Colren gently dabbed a swollen sting on his thigh. Ned, not faring much better, was being held still by an exasperated helper while Old Nan hovered nearby, rattling on about a monstrous wasp queen that could drag children into its hive for supper.

“That’s enough, Nan,” you said, giving her a tight-lipped smile. “They’re already traumatised.”

Old Nan gave you a look as if you’d slapped her. “They ought to be frightened! Teaches them sense!”

“They were stung by bees, not chased by the Others,” you replied sweetly, stepping away from the sill.

Robb leaned against the wall beside you, arms crossed loosely over his chest, grinning despite himself. You glanced at him, and he reached out casually to rest a warm hand on your midsection.

“You’re getting quite large,” he murmured, lips twitching. “Are you sure you’re only four months in? Feels like there’s a direwolf in there.”

You shot him a flat look. “Yes. Four months. And no, it’s not a direwolf.”

He bent down slightly, whispering close to your ear. “Could be two babes. Twins. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d like it if my husband didn’t compare me to a cow,” you whispered back.

Maester Colren, still busy mixing a poultice, piped in without looking up. “Her Grace is progressing quite normally, Your Grace. With previous births, the body remembers. Women often show earlier. It’s not unusual in the least.”

Robb rolled his eyes and muttered, “Aye, well, she remembers how to take over the whole bed.”

“I heard that,” you said.

“Wasn’t hiding it.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but he only gave you that crooked smile—the one that always made it impossible to stay annoyed.

Meanwhile, poor Rickard let out another wail as the poultice was applied.

“I don’t like bees anymore!” he cried.

“You never liked bees,” Ned replied smugly, arms now covered in soft linen wraps.

A new cry softer, more fragile rose from the other side of the chamber.

Seraphina.

She sat on a low cushioned bench, small fists rubbing at her eyes, cheeks blotchy with tears. Her raven-black curls were plastered to her temples in damp spirals, and her bottom lip trembled with indignation and pain. One of the stings had welted just below her jaw, another along the tender flesh of her arm, and a third on the chubby fold of her thigh—where her skirts had bunched when she’d sat too close to the flowering shrubbery.

You were across the room in moments, already sinking to your knees before her. “Sweet girl,” you cooed, gently pushing her wild curls away from her face. “You’re all right. You’re safe.”

She hiccupped, chest rising in little sobs as you unfastened her dress, peeling the soft fabric from her skin with care. “Hurts,” she whimpered.

“I know, I know it does,” you murmured, kissing the top of her head. “We’ll make it better, I promise.”

Robb joined you silently, crouching beside you with his hand resting against your back. His eyes flicked over the small, inflamed welts with a furrowed brow and clenched jaw. “Damn things,” he muttered. “They touched her.”

“She’s brave,” you said, glancing at him sideways.

“She’s yours,” he replied, his voice low, as though it were a sacred truth.

Maester Colren approached with a fresh linen and a cool salve that smelled of lavender and honey. “These will sting at first,” he warned gently, “but they’ll soothe quickly after.”

Seraphina squirmed in your arms, bare now save for the tiny under-shift that clung to her. Her pale skin made the stings look worse than they were, and you fought the tightness in your throat as you cradled her close.

Robb, still kneeling, reached out to rub soothing circles on your belly. “Feels like there’s a whole bear in there,” he said quietly, trying to distract you. “You sure it’s not twins?”

You shot him a look, lips twitching despite yourself. “If it is, I’m blaming you.”

“I’ll take the blame. I do most of the work, anyway.”

You gave him a sharp elbow to the side, and Maester Colren cleared his throat without looking up. “As I said earlier, Her Grace is progressing quite typically. Mothers often show more quickly after multiple births.”

“Aye,” Robb muttered, eyeing your stomach with mock suspicion. “I’ll need a bigger bed soon. Or fewer children.”

“Start with fewer comments,” you replied sweetly.

Robb chuckled and kissed your temple before standing to help lift Rickard, who had been inching away from the oatmeal bath. “Come, warrior,” he said, hoisting the squirming boy. “Let’s see if you’re braver than the bees.”

The children were soon stripped bare, splashing reluctantly in the large wooden basin filled with lukewarm oat-laced water. The maids were bustling to and fro, and Old Nan had started muttering about bee spirits and cursed honey, only for you to cut her off again with a sharp look.

Robb rolled up his sleeves, soaked already from Rickard’s splashes, and pulled Ned back into the water, you slowly brought Seraphina in the oatmeal bath and comforted her and lulled her softly, making Robb smirk.

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