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chronicroderick · 1 year ago

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Rick Sanchez x OC Oneshot

Pairing for a mutual! First time with an OC that’s not my own, but of course I love Rick and Morty so much how could I pass up a request that was simply SO Beautiful!

Today was the day Rick decided he was not going to let Morty get away with skipping out on another adventure. Every other week it was "school work" this and "important conversation with Jessica" that.

"As if." Rick muttered to himself as he tinkered with the cloaking device on his ship.

A little bit of drool jumped out of his mouth as he spoke, but he simply licked his lips and gulped down some off planet alcohol from his flask. The longer he lay on his back with his particle level in hand the more he got worked up. Every turn of his vortex screwdriver reminded him that neither Morty or Arrow were around to help him. There was little sobriety left to keep the mad scientist's mind from spiraling down a path of fury. Arrow had been a part of their lives for a long time now – long by Rick standards anyway – but the maroon haired man had disrupted the dominion Rick had over Morty. In a way the reprieve was welcomed, since there was the large part of his heart that loved his grandson to death and disliked the maliciousness of his own nature; Arrow proved to be a more tender mentor for Morty which had allowed the boy to blossom into less of a snively mess.

Rick's heart began to pound in his chest when he thought about Arrow, with his sharp tongue and careful eye. The younger man had saved him time and time again, never failing to be a loyal companion on every half-cocked errand to a different dimension. Rick shook his head violently in an attempt to clear the warm feeling growing in his chest. It was easier to be frustrated than to admit he was biting back the… L-word.

His pity party had gone on long enough. An adventure was what he needed! Morty would be coming along this time. That was a fact. After sliding out from under the car, he threw the tools on to the workbench in a cavalier manner and acquainted the last of his drink to the half digested contents of his stomach.

"Mortyyyyyyyy!" The old man belted out.

There was a cheerful edge to the call, but overall it sounded like he was gargling the name.

Portaling to the top of the stairs meant avoiding the obnoxious task of climbing them, but a small voice wondered if he could catch a glimpse of Arrow in the middle of some mundane task on the walk to his grandson's room. Maybe he'd be trying to open something in the kitchen that was just giving him more trouble than it was worth and his pointy ears would twitch in the pissed off way they do, or he'd be seated at the dining room table with a snack, and Rick would catch that all too famous flash of his sharp teeth. Each thought sent a tingle down Rick's spine.

His feet carried him through the threshold of his garage into the rest of the Smith's home. Half lidded eyes scanned the kitchen and dining room with mild disinterest as they both turned up vacant. The stairwell proved easy enough to manage since it did little compared to nights spent navigating crowded Nizellin festivals or infiltrating Gromflomite mother ships. It seemed Arrow had gone off on his own. That was fine, all Rick needed was the chance to lay one hand on Morty and they'd be off! Nothing the boy could do could prevent him from being dragged through a portal. Not tonight.

While running one hand through his tousled hair, the old man used the other to grab a vial from his pocket that was filled with fluorescent orange liquid, a stimulant he had got as a gift from Squanchy. He popped the cap off with his thumb which sent it shooting down the hall in the direction of Summer's room and threw his head back as he gulped it down.

"Let's go, baby! Rick and Morty one hundr…"

The scientist trailed off as his hand rested on Morty's door, which was cracked open just enough for a beam of light to spill into the hallway. Almost imperceptible, there was singing coming from inside. A voice Rick could pick out in a crowd.

"...I hear the wind call my name

The sound that leads me home again

It sparks up the fire, a flame that still burns

To you I will always return…"

Holy shit. The first thing that came to Rick's mind was the recognition of the steep drop in his stomach. His mouth twitched at the corners as he tried to register what to do, torn between throwing the door wide open or staying transfixed like a statue in the doorway.

"... I know the road is long

But where you are is home

Wherever you stay,

I'll find the way…"

Delicate fingers pushed Morty's door open just a bit more, the whisper of a breath escaped withered lungs, and brown eyes widened as they absorbed the sight before them.

His grandson had his head resting in Arrow's lap, while the man gently ran his fingers through the brunette curls, the look of concern in that arctic gaze paired with the melody that practically caressed the ear drums blessed enough to hear it struck a chord in Rick's very soul. Everything about the moment was tender. Any resolve about the events of tonight quickly faded. Instead a hundred memories flashed behind his eyes.

"... I'll run like the river,

I'll follow the sun

I'll fly like an eagle

To where I belong…"

A horrible day, blackened by the onslaught of violence from Sanchez’s oldest friend. It pained him too greatly to fight whole heartedly. Each blow Birdperson dealt him felt in some way deserved, so his own willpower came and went like a paper boat on the open sea. It had been Rick’s selfishness, his inability to let go, that had brought them to this, then suddenly the only thing standing between Rick and razor sharp talons is a little lizard man, hair shifting ever so slightly in the caustic breeze of enormous wings, but his demeanor not wavering in the slightest. Instead his lips are set in a determined frown while his eyes gave away the rift the fight tore inside him. He’d chosen Rick instead of his cousin by proxy, and that act alone made his cybernetic heart squeal with glee.

“... I can't stand the distance

I can't dream alone

I can't wait to see you

Yes, I'm on my way home…”

The inside of Rick’s ship, flying through the galaxy at a hundred light years an hour without paying attention to their surroundings, instead every molecule of his being is focused on the shy looking figure before him. Arrow’s voicing the concern that the scientist had – not so gently – pulled out of him as one would whisper at Confession. He was afraid of being left behind, afraid that one day he’d annoy Sanchez for the last time and be betrayed like so many times before. Rick did not push for any more details after that, instead he looked out the windshield in an attempt to hide the sympathy that plagued his features. The rage was almost its equal, but he knew the poor man might misplace such a negative reaction. He was engulfed with a furious vengeance against anyone who had harmed such a kind soul – but that distress was something Rick did not quite understand himself.

“... Now I know it's true

My every road leads to you

And in the hour of darkness

Your light gets me through…"

He absent mindedly tugged at the roots of his electric blue hair. The breaking of a few strands under the force brought him back to the present moment for just a second. Butterflies not only fluttered in his stomach, but threatened to take flight straight out of his esophagus, which would only prove to give away his presence. That was something he could not allow, because for the first time in a long time, peace had washed over him. Solace, in this private moment between the two most important people in his fucked up life.

Rick bit his lip the second such a thought slipped through his mental defenses. Why should such a thing surprise him anymore, though? When it came to Arrow every carefully built barrier cracked eventually. He was the vine that grew no matter how many times you chop it down, the roots tenderly weaving their way between the bricks until the whole structure is compromised. Rick had never been one for pruning anyways.

“... You run like the river

You shine like the sun

You fly like an eagle

Yeah, you are the one

I've seen every sunset

And with all that I've learned

It's to you I will always, always return.”

His sweet voice quieted, Morty’s head still lay in his lap, maybe he had drifted off or maybe the melody had been as calming to him as it had to Rick that grasping the contentment for just a few minutes longer would be enough. Arrow’s head snapped up when he thought he caught a familiar green glow out of the corner of his eye. A soft smile donned his lips, but the bedroom door remained partially closed, and the hall seemed almost drearily quiet. Rick was in his own bed, wishing sleep would overtake him soon, hiding away those few minutes in his garden walls.

@residentclown ‘s OC. For you dude, I hope you like it! I went through so many emotions writing it lol

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dragkbluire · 5 months ago

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Ooooh that's a lot of wips ! I'm curious about every of them your titles are very good xbjdnfndn

I'd like to see In your future, in my past !

And I find the title Her and the stars is very poetic (if you'd like to share some oc art :D)

Yup, I have lots of wips because my brain can't stop creating but school is holding me to making them xd

Prepare because this is REALLY REALLY LONG.

In your future, in my past:

It's a comic I want to do about Twilight and Time saying goodbye to each other. I love the trope where they are like father and son so I did that. For now I don't have a drawing but I have all the script.

"We will meet again" That's what he said.

"In your future, in my past".

I never knew what he mean with those words, I just wanted to see him again.

For a long time, I thought that he would come back, that I healed some of his sorrows and he would heal the rest of them.

For a long time, I thought that that golden wolf would appear on my dreams again. That he would get close without attacking me for he has nothing more to teach me.

It never happened.

"In your future, in my past". I repeated to myself endlessly.

When I crossed that portal I recognised him. Not because of his armour or his missing eye, but for his wise aura, full of sadness and his expression, stern but hiding affection.

After all of our travels, before saying goodbye I promised him, "We'll meet again. In your future, in my past".

That's the script :D

Of course I would like to share my oc art! Thank's about the title xd

Her and the stars is a comic about my ocs. My oc is named Argenti, (Ai for short), she's an angel that tried to do what she thought was correct, even defying the heavens for the corruption in that world. She worked reincarnating like a human and dying after completing her task for ages and ages, so she wished for someone that loved her and gave her a quiet life. But because of her being a rebel, the skies kick her out and she was manipulated by a villain, because she knew nothing more than the war. But because of that she met Dragmire (Drag for short), her target.

Drag is a god reincarnated. The god of night and death, he's from another world, the prince in fact, but he was over exploited and abused so when he found a way to flee from that world he did. The prophecy says that he will destroy the world but he denies that, and he just wants to live like a human in another world. But there are 2 villains that want to make him their subordinate to have the control over a power of a god, the villain that manipulates Ai and his son that is searching how to go to that other world.

After battles and more. They went from enemies to lovers. They realise they were very alike and Drag gave everything for Ai to make sure she was happy. But the villains managed to catch Drag and taking him to his world again, and Drag, now full of rage, he teared his heart to destroy the world without feeling anything, but his heart transformed into a silent knight that stayed at Ai's side, and now Ai has to give everything to save Drag.

Sorry for the long explanation, but I had to put you in context.

The comic is about Corvus (the villain in his world) realising he messed up everything so he wants to stop Drag and for that, he visits Ai that now is planning to return Drag's heart to it's place, working as a "witch".

How do you defeat someone whose flesh is almost inmortal? By his heart. Drag has a soft heart (maybe he's a little crybaby).

I want to recreate that scene from Pirates of the Caribbean.

Translation: "Are you sure it's here?" "People don't stop informing about a witch that knows a lot about Oíche"

Translation: "Look at that. Clients arrived at the place"

The rest are just sketches so ugly that there's no point in showing them. But I also have the script (It's just that PoC scene xd)

If you want to defeat him. You have to know about him and his soul of stars and death with a single weakness.

What's his weakness? Even if he's mortal he's still a god full of rage.

Maybe light? His own power?

A woman. He fell in love and never stopped loving her. But because of the war you started, because of you condemning this dying world, because of you separating him from her, his heart ached and bleed. And the pain it caused him, was too much to live with it, but not enough to call him to death, so he teared his heart and tried to stabbed it, but his heart would not let his feelings die, so he abandoned it.

You're that woman, right?. And now, you attend this store with this stupid silent knight?

Easy there. If my silent knight is hostile towards you is not because you are a thread, because you're not. He's hostile because he's Drag's heart, and he still remembers how much he hates you.

(I made the script shorter because it's longer)

#ask #wip #my art

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darkmessiah2000 · 4 months ago

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My OC Backstory Part 3:

(I switched back and forth calling Naomi Jordan later on but just remember their the same person)

Jordan would travel this strange new world with this Monk, learning things about humans, both good and bad, learning the different faiths practiced by those who live in The Holy Land, The Monk of always been opened minded and engaged with people of other faiths, (Hebrews and Muslims alike) during his pilgrimage he took time to teach Jordan of his faith (Catholicism) which she took an interest of learning more along with the other faiths, after his Pilgrimage it was time for him to head home to his hermitage in Belgium, not far from Westmalle Abbey, Jordan began to love the old monk like a father, and the Monk saw Jordan as they daughter he never had, they lived happily together in that little hermitage, The Monk taught her and welcomed her into the Catholic faith (going so far as to baptize her) despite all this happiness, a dark feeling was lurking in Jordan’s heart, a feeling of vengeance against the monsters who took her mothers away from her, she made a vow to herself that one day she would return to Hell and train herself to face Adam & Satan once for all, of course she would tell these feelings to the monk who of course didn’t 100% agree with, as Vengeance belonged to the Lord, but he asked if she would be doing this for what was done to her, or to keep these monsters from destroying any more lives, Jordan had no answer to this. For the next 9 years they lived in peace, Jordan kept learning more about this World, and would love to explore it more, but one day The Monk got real sick, both he and Jordan knew that his time in this world would not be much longer, on his death bed, he told Jordan how he had lost his daughter and wife when he was young, and he had become a Monk, he had a gift for Jordan’s 18th birthday, a black cross necklace which she accepted with tears, he told her that he loved her and then he passed, now alone once again, Jordan and the other monks of Westmalle Abby gave him a proper burial, saying goodbye to her father figure, there was only one she could do now, return to Hell and began training, using her Asmodeus Crystal she opened a portal and returned for the first time in 9 years. When Naomi was young, her mothers had a very close friend (she didn’t realize it when she was young but more like very close friends with benefits) The Countess Alexandria Valentine, she was also a very powerful/beautful alchemist who Asmodeus had put in charge of creating Asmodeus Crystals (as well as regulating & licensing them) she and hundreds of other women were trained as warriors by Kali herself, known as the Vishakanya of Kali, if there was anyone could train her it was her.

(While the Lust Ring’s weather is usually dark and raining, Alexandria’s castle was located in the only part of the Lust Ring where the sun only shined, it still rained constantly but was a sun-shower type weather, also considered the most beautiful part of the Lust Ring)

When she arrived, Naomi was captured and brought before the Countess who wanted to know who this beautiful stranger was, Naomi told her she was the daughter of Kali & Brianna which Alexandria thought was lie, Naomi did manage convince Valentine of her linage much to the shock of the later, but while Alexandria was willing to train Naomi in the way of her mother, she felt that she would need to a different form of training, so she gave Naomi a task travel the human world and learn their ways of fighting, after all Kali spent thousands of years amongst them fighting, if there is anyone who she could truly learn the art of war from it’s humanity.

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nopoodles · 9 months ago

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Prompt: Dare OCs: Aodhán/Sinhán + their father, Sin From: Fae Courts/Winter King Spoilers: No (not yet published, still playing with the universe)

Title: I Thought You Loved Me

Aodhán slammed the door to their father’s office open. Magic crackled, lighting everything possible in the space: candles, lamps, the fireplace that might not have been there before Aodhán’s entrance. The papers, physical manifestations of magical contracts and things to do mixed in with real paper reports from all of Sin’s spies, rustled with the wind Aodhán brought.

Sin glanced up, turning his attention back to the papers across his desk, as if Aodhán’s presence was of little consequence. He glowed. He always did. Dripping sunlight magic wherever he went. Staring too intently was just like staring at the sun itself. Blinding, impossibly powerful. But he’d been a young fool once, as everyone seemed to manage – especially those with magic. And once upon a time, he had taken a piece of himself and formed it into the only being in the entirety of faerie or possibly the entire universes who might be able to withstand that power. And that one singular being was stood in his office right now being ignored.

“Father,” Aodhán snapped.

“Yes, Sinhán?”

Sinhán, little sun. Tiny Sin. His. Defined only as such. Aodhán had been called such for almost as long as they had existed. It had begun as a nickname, but faerie changed these things.

“Aodhán,” they corrected, voice suddenly going quiet. They couldn’t do this. They shouldn’t have started it. They should have let it be. They should have left it. They should have known better than to expect the sun itself to give them the same attention they offered to it.

“Did you need something?” Sin prompted.

“Yes. I… Could you look at me when I’m talking to you?”

Sin’s eyebrows rose but he didn’t look away from his desk. Offended, but not enough to take his attention away from whatever he had decided upon.

“This is important.” Again Aodhán’s voice settled itself in a softer register. Too quiet. They needed to make themself heard and this wasn’t the way to go about it. Sweeping in here in a burst of magic and then soft and demure and sweet afterwards. “Someone opened a portal to the human realm.”

“I know,” Sin replied. “I took care of it.”

“That’s the problem,” Aodhán said. “You set me that task. Guardianship of the portal was mine.”

Sin waved a hand. “Don’t worry about it.”

Aodhán’s hands shifted to fists. Magic burned in their chest, spreading over their limbs.

“You don’t need to light up like a torch, Sinhán, I dealt with it.”

“I don’t want you to deal with it,” Aodhán snapped. “I want you to actually let me do my supposed job. I want you to not undermine me in front of the entire court and beyond.” They waved an arm at the doors behind them. “Practically the entirety of faerie knows you set me to the task of guarding the portals and you just whipped that responsibility away on a whim. It was my job.”

“It doesn’t matter. Your reputation isn’t important.”

“Excuse me?”

Finally he looked up, those gold eyes shining with power. “Your reputation isn’t important except how it reflects on me. You are here as a reflection of my power. I can show just how powerful I am entirely by being more powerful than others with you sitting pretty by my side.”

“No. I will not be some pawn for you.”

“You always have been. You were designed as such.”

Aodhán’s hands landed on the desk, they leaned across it, teeth bared in a feral snarl. “You think I have no memory of my own design? You think you can gaslight me into believing that was my intended purpose all along when you were the one who called me into creation?”

“You need to calm yourself.”

“I willnae.”

Power flashed. Growing around Sin in a swirling yellow and gold display of light. It flared like tentacles, and pressed against Aodhán, hot and dry and heavy. “You dare speak to your king like this?”

Aodhán’s power flared in response. Sin might be the sun, but Aodhán was still fire. They could burn bright and hot and fierce too. “I’d dare do more than speak.”

Sin sucked his power back in. Trust him to do so. Like a click, as if it was easy. He always was a fan of playing power games like that. Out and out fighting was, he said, the realm of the barbarians in the Winter Court. “My child. I think I have the perfect job for you that will help you have confidence in your own skills and power.” He tucked their face in his hands, placing a fatherly kiss on the top of their head. “You can become my ambassador to the Winter Court. Pack your bags, I’ll send the missive now.”

This has been I Thought You Loved Me by Will Soulsby-McCreath. Feel absolutely free to reblog around Tumblr but don't copy and paste to anywhere else (c) Will Soulsby-McCreath

#ockiss24 #oc kiss week #ockissweek #writing #fiction #short story #fantasy #lgbtqia+#lgbt characters #nonbinary characters #fae courts/winter king #i thought you loved me

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kitcheninaman · 1 year ago

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fuck you ive had two energy drinks and i feel like shit here's my favourite ocs entire (somewhat abridged) story:

Charles "Chuck" Rodriguez was born a normal, human, man in London, Earth. He had normal parents, went to a normal school, and joined what he thought to be the normal armed forces after graduating.

His younger years, in comparison to his later adventures, were of little importance. In the 9 years he served, he was an accomplished soldier. He had a couple close friends and a girlfriend. He was a normal man.

Until, a random Tuesday when he was 27.

Somewhere along the way, perhaps when he was born, perhaps while he was smoking in the dodgy alley behind Sainsbury's, he had somehow become entangled in part of the World Father's soul, which implanted itself within his. Normally, having World Essence is completely unobtrusive. Most people never know. Because the World Father is dormant, His essence holds no power as it has no will to bend it. Unfortunately for Chuck, on that random Tuesday the World Father stirred. The four multiversal forces were thrown out of balance, and the World Essence awoke.

Normally, this should've killed him. Unfortunately, a young Rainbowian by the name of Adrian happened upon his writhing body and decided it was in her best interests to help him out. She was able to capture some of her brother's soul in a jar to give Chuck a temporary boost to prevent him from dying. This had the side effect of forever implanting that part of the World Father's power in him- making him a deity of his own.

From there, Adrian brought him back to the portal dimension, where she introduced him to her brother, Rai, and her best friend, Keycode. Together they formed the IF- a ragtag group tasked with protecting the multiverse from any threat imaginable. Each of them were tied specifically to one of the universal forces, Chuck taking Strength.

From there, Chuck joined The Council of Gods and Deities. He learned how to control and master his powers. He even grappled with his sexual identity. The IF began their first quest- Defeat Tracy Jones, a rogue Codian Spawn set loose from the Dark Dimension with the intention of multiversal destruction.

In a final battle at the IF HQ, Chuck manages to defeat Tracy. Keycode disappears, and Adrian and Rai run in separate directions. They are never to see each other again.

Chuck returns home, to Earth. With no IF, what reason has he to be away? He tries to resume his life before, with little success. He is now 29, immortal, and chronically depressed. He takes up drinking, comes out as gay, and cuts off his friends. He remains in this state for what feels like centuries.

Eventually he realises his mistake, and sets out to find Adrian. He tracks her down to the Peony Dimension, where she is acting as an advisor to the local Queen. He meets Queen Charlie and her unlikely gaggle of miscreants: An immortal being named Jared, the Fae Prince Daniel, and a 17 year old boy from Earth's sister dimension, Nevn, named Ryo. He and Adrian learn that Rai died in a civil war, 3 years before Chuck discovers the Peony Dimension.

Together, they reform the IF. From the rubble of the IF HQ, Tracy rises again. The Multiverse is in an age of chaos, and its fate rests on unstable scales.

Adrian's nephew, Link, joins the group. Rai's death punched a hole in their ranks, which he tries in vain to fill.

Chuck is expected to head the group in Keycode's absence. She was never found after the first battle at IF HQ, and she will never be found in future. He takes leadership well, and ultimately it is him who ends Tracy's reign of terror.

Throughout this, he is recovering from his depression and his drinking problem. He is finding his place in this world, after he has been forced into new situations with zero knowledge or preparation. He is barely in his 30s, yet has the eyes of a man who has seen entire civilizations be built up around him, only to watch them fade to rubble as he remains unchanged.

He meets a man named Jace, who resides in the Peony Dimension. Jace is a demigod, son of the god of magic, and a journalist by trade. They fall in love- no easy feat. Chuck feels as though letting someone in romantically would only bring pain, but Jace shows him how to stop hiding behind his fragile worldview, and love a little.

After defeating Tracy, and finally bringing about peace, Chuck settles down and moves in with Jace. They marry, and have two children- Henry and Ophelia. Henry is to join the Shadow Guild as a mercenary.

They continue to live a quiet, peaceful life for many years. At this point, he is hundreds of years old, and has ceased aging.

However, he is not permitted peace. Keycode was keeping a secret, back in the early days of the IF. She had annoyed Timekeeper, the being who controls all of fate and prophecy, and subjected her and her closest friends to a curse. He was to be "taken by time".

And so, he disappeared. Much like how Keycode had all those years ago. Jace woke up one morning, and he was gone. No trace of him anywhere. The lack of closure would eat Jace up inside right up until his deathbed, not knowing if his husband had just up and left him forever, or if he would be back one day.

And no one would ever know.

Only Chuck, and only Timekeeper. For that is the cruel truth of Time.

#chuck #oc posting #im slightly insane about him #long post sorry #oc lore #writing

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auspexalien · 2 years ago

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Avatar OC: The Tale of Hanta

Hanta was born in a Republic City slum on the same day as Korra. At a young age, Hanta discovers she's a waterbender, and is convinced she's the Avatar. Even when her (and her parent's) hope that she's the chosen one dies out with Korra's recognition, Hanta is dedicated to being a great and noble hero. Her stubbornness, dreams of grandeur, and inflexible morality conflicts with her surroundings and family- especially her older sister, Yuka. Yuka is a firebender, whose focus is survival and community. Yuka becomes part of a Triad-type Gang in her early teens, and continues to steadily grow through the criminal ranks afterward.

Hanta, meanwhile, disconnects from her family and manages to scrape by to adulthood, still often losing odd-jobs to her explosive temper. Her last odd job was as an Avatar Historian, which Hanta took because of her enthusiasm for the position, and even a hope she could feel closer to becoming “an” avatar.

Korra opens the Spirit Portal in Republic City, and Hanta and Yuka are among the displaced when Korra takes a vacation to recover. Soon after, Hanta meets a wolfbat-like spirit who goes by the name “Chiru.” The spirit makes a enticing promise to the waterbender- Chiru will fuse with Hanta, giving her untold powers, and they will become a new kind of Avatar fusion (as Raavaa is with Korra.) Hanta eagerly accepts! Fused with Chiru, Hanta has the ability to shapeshift into a wolfbat! Even better, any person that Hanta bites gains animal shape-shifting abilities, too.

Hanta decides she'll use the power to take on the heroic task of bringing peace to the masses, by stopping the Triad Gangs (partially controlled by her frustratingly “evil” sister, Yuka) and the returning Equalist movement. Hanta sees these conflicts as Equalists are upset non-benders have no power to stop the “bully” benders in the Triads, so her solution is to give disenfranchised non-benders the shape-shifting powers, so they can protect themselves and work together to take down the Triads.

Not only is Hanta's eagerness to hand over super-powers to anybody with a kind face a little naive, but she is unaware that Chiru is scheming while Hanta sleeps. It's Chiru's power that grants the other people abilities, and Chiru threatens them with becoming animals forever -unable to shift back- if they don't carry out her bidding. Chiru seems to carry a deeply-held grudge for certain spirits, and the humans that work with them. She's looking to bolster an entire spirit war.

Hanta's rise in vigilante heroics soon puts her back in full-force conflict with Yuka and her gangs, of course, but also Dae. Dae is a newly made airbender, who gained her bending powers after Harmonic Convergence, and is furious about it. Dae is an inventor, who took pride in her contributions to technical advancement. She was too young to play a role in the original Equalist movement, but always felt sympathetic to the cause. She feels disgusted by her new powers. Now, Dae is seeking out the Equalists, looking to revive the movement in full-force and discover a way to remove her own bending- and the bending of others, especially the new airbenders.

#avatar #avatar the last airbender #avatar the legend of korra #avatar oc

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faebriel · 6 months ago

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PLS braindump abt ur ocs

[floodgate opens]

i've talked about them a little bit here and here, but the general gist of them is that they're a jumblemash of red riding hood, snow white, and snow white & rose red all upended into a portal fantasy where the responsible older sister gets kidnapped by fairies, the foolish younger sister has to trek up alone to go get her back, and from there they just get stuck.

i think on saturday lol i was having endless and spiraling thoughts about bea and cassian. here are their little profiles:

(it doesn't say on there but their pronouns are she/her (for now) and he/him respectively, and they're at the very start of their twenties. bea in particular is just shy of her 21st birthday.)

they get stuck at the hip when bea takes up a task from one of the fair courts - tracking down an errant fairy who had been in contact with her disappeared grandmother - in exchange for a magical favour and cassian is appointed as her guide. kind of like "okay we need you to go do us a solid but we're giving you a helper so you don't immediately fall into a pit and die." that, and being a 24/7 spy stuck to bea's side feeding information back to the fair court. really anything is valuable but a true name and information about bea's weird, weird hometown (there's a winter fae ruling it) (they don't know yet) (that's a whole other thing) is really the goal. they're looking to sabotage bea's task just before she can complete it herself to avoid paying out her favour, because the fae are fucking scalpers.

cassian's skin in the game is that he owes a lifedebt to the summer court, and successfully digging up as much information as possible before cutting bea loose is the first rung he needs to crawl up to 1) obtain material success 2) obtain approval and validation from his mentor, who has encouraged an entirely unhealthy relationship of one-sided devotion between them for several years now and 3) generally make the lifedebt feel worth it. because he's kind of at the point where he recognises that he's been dealt a shit hand, even if he tries to take it nobly, and isn't quite at the point of looking towards the court that dealt him that shit hand in the first place. all he knows is Use Honed Skill Of Deep Empathy To Manipulate, Make Magic Deals With Unsuspecting Civilians, Eat Hot Chip, and Lie

bea is a friendly sweetheart. a little too nice honestly. she is also under a lot of pressure (sister was stolen) (knows damn well she shouldn't have ignored her mum's warnings to stay out of the fair realm) and is starting to crack at the seams, even when she manages to secure her sister's safety for the time being. cassian puts on a charming front but she can see this surly, cynical part of him seeping through the cracks, and the more she delves into the fair realm (and more time they spend together), she takes up a side hobby of cracking him right open. (and if that snarky loser beneath kind of reminds her of her missing sister, who cares?)

(and cassian is unpicking more and more about bea because like, the mission - but the more he unpicks the more he keeps getting buried in this mess of her family life and what if things could be different and a mix of determination and naivete that is makes her the kindest person he's ever met even if it's literally going to kill her and why did someone like that come here alone?)

and they traipse through the fair realm together experiencing the exposure therapy that is friendship :3 a lot of hiking and aimless conversations and they crash past cassian's work/home post which bea is delighted by and he is so unhappy with lol. all as bea learns more about the fairies that she's been obsessed with her whole life - an obsession she inherited from her grandmother, who has haunted her family to a deranged degree since her disappearance - cassian learns about a world outside the glass bauble he lives in, and they uncover a bunch of weird shit. like how belongings from bea's family are strewn across the realm, and how her family heirlooms are tattooed with fae fingerprints. which is probably fine. all as the wolves are catching up to bea, and they find her grandmother too.

cassian gets to choose his loyalties and he chooses SO fkn wrong. he leads her to a trap and convinces her to burn her iron-laced cloak and watches as she embraces what she thinks is her grandmother (it's not) and fuck he doesn't want to but he's still too scared to step out of line. any small rebellions he's ever made have been ones that he can sweep under the rug and/or rationalise as being in the court's best interest anyway. letting bea go would be neither of those, and he's too cowardly to take action - and in this circumstance, inaction is the killer. so bea gets to have the second worst day of her life (the first one was the day her sister was taken) and hits the dirt wailing that she doesn't know where she went wrong, and realising that maybe being plucky and sweet and stubborn wasn't enough to save her. or her sister. or her grandmother. or even fucking cassian, who couldn't be convinced to help her. many many mental breakdowns

BUT. over the months-long course of their traipsing, cassian came across bea's true name and maybe that should have drastically tipped the power dynamic of their relationship but this was when they were starting to like each other, and so they both just danced around the topic and pretended it didn't happen. can't speak it into truth right? until now, when cassian's mentor tells him to hand it over and bea goes oh, i'm fucked then and cassian just. doesn't. because he can't actively do shit yet, not quite, but he can rebel to the court's face through inaction. he can not say something. and that's the fatal crack in the wall yk !!!

after that - cassian gets a fucking wake up call, he lets bea's sister (a furious woodcutter-warden who's been stewing in amber for months with a literal axe to grind) out and all hell breaks loose. bea and her sister make a break for it, cassian's mentor corners them, they'd gotten close to writing cassian off as a loose end but he slam tackles his mentor into the ocean shallows and gets massively roughed up for it. she tries to drag bea in with her and Well maybe that was not a great idea when the wolf dies of drowning in several iterations of the fairytale myth hm.

it would probably be sensible to part ways after this incident but they're both freaks with entirely too much sentimentality to them so they don't. cassian is Absolutely Determined to make the horror of that betrayal up to bea, and bea swallows her [garbled emotional mess] as she's crowned a champion of the court - with no more interference in the way, she won the favour she coveted - as her sister tells her that no, they're not fucking going home.

that is a lot of braindumping about these two in particular but they possess me at times you know how it is with ocs :'] roiling mess of a qpr waiting to happen. not even getting into bea and her sister's mess of a family or her sister in general or the story that kicks on next with the prince who takes a little too much interest in their whole operation and all the bullshit she brings with her. maybe one day i will fill out one of those meet your oc templates which would be much more efficient. but for now have an old doodle as a peace offering:

(yeah they form their own court. it goes terribly)

#asks #ty dreamyy <333 this was very fun as much as i am self conscious abt braindumping and weird rambling #but i care abt them a lot :'3 i've had these ocs for quiteee a few years now #they dropped off the brain a bit over the last few but they are back in full force. and are poking me with plastic forks. ow ow ow #long post #<- let me have this ok

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day three for drawtober but <33 I didn't know what to draw so I drew oc stuff instead<3333

#there actually was an idea in my head but it would take a million years and stuff i don't know how to do yet so <3 #this is an oc from an design trade :3 they have a core object head version but i decided it would be fun to add a human version to them!!#their names task manager purely based on that one “task manager kill him” image that i thought was funny #i didn't actually know what the task manager application does until i named them but o think i can do something fun with the idea :3 #unsure if i should tag this but. fuck it we ball why not #portal oc #chell portal #portal drawtober 2023

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digitalsolutionsfortelecos · 9 months ago

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6D Technologies to Exhibit Digital BSS at MWC Barcelona 2024

Summary

6D Technologies announced its participation in MWC Barcelona from 26th Feb to 29th Feb, 2024. The company will exhibit its AI-packed digital BSS platform for telcos.

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On this occasion, the spokesperson of 6D Technologies announced its participation in one of the leading events Mobile World Congress (MWC) 2024. The company is one of the exhibitors at this event, which will take place in Spain to provide the much-needed stage for the global telecom industry and technology companies.

As per the shared details, the participation details of 6D Technologies are as below:

Booth No: Stand 2D40 in Hall 2

Venue: Fira Gran Via, Barcelona

Dates: February 26 to February 29, 2024

According to the shared details, representatives of 6D Technologies will showcase different AI-powered products and solutions to its stand visitors during MWC 2024. Canvas, telecom digital BSS suite is one of the popular products of the company that the company is all set to showcase during the stated event.

Canvas is an AI-packed, end-to-end 5G ready digital BSS solution, which is going to be part of the showcase list of 6D Technologies at the Mobile World Congress 2024 in Barcelona. This telecom digital business support system provides a pivotal technology suite for Communication Service Providers (CSPs) seeking to drive digital transformation in the telecommunications industry. This AI telco product is specifically designed to propel CSPs into the era of 5G-powered connectivity and AI-driven innovation. Moreover, this digital BSS solution is a cloud-enabled platform that offers a comprehensive solution from customer interaction to back-end operations.

"Digital BSS Solutions are the linchpin of transformation in today's telecommunications landscape. They pave the way for agility, innovation, and robust growth, essential elements for CSPs to remain competitive in an ever-evolving industry. With our feature-rich digital BSS solution, CSPs can seamlessly navigate the complexities of digital transformation. Our platform is engineered to accelerate Go-to-Market strategies and foster innovation and expansion", said the spokesperson of the company.

According to the shared details, at its core, the telecom digital BSS platform revolutionizes customer engagement and operational efficiency with its powerful modules like:

CRM (Customer Relationship Management)

Billing mediation platform for billing and invoicing

OCS (Online Charging System)

Customer order management solution

Service order management system

Partner management solution

Number management system

Sales lead management solution

Self care portal

Case management solution

Subscription management platform

Unified product catalog

Canvas empowers CSPs to tailor their offerings and services with utmost precision using automation and AI-driven insights, which was considered a highly intricate task. Moreover, several other operations are streamlined by this platform to create an intuitive ecosystem where customer satisfaction thrives and the telecommunication industry flourishes.

About MWC 2024

The Mobile World Congress (MWC) stands as the premier global gathering for the mobile industry, providing a dynamic platform for industry leaders, innovators, and pioneers to convene, engage in discussions, and showcase cutting-edge technologies that are defining the future of mobile communications. With its esteemed reputation, MWC draws a diverse global audience, facilitating collaborations and dialogues on emerging trends, industry hurdles, and transformative solutions shaping the mobile landscape.

About 6D Technologies

6D Technologies is a leading global firm dedicated to telecommunications solutions, digital transformation, and innovative products. 6D Technologies continuously reshapes the telecommunications and digital services arena on a global scale. Its persistent dedication to innovation propels its mission of empowering the telecom industry with state-of-the-art solutions, enabling effortless connectivity and transformative digital experiences for clients worldwide.

The company is one of the exhibitors at MWC Barcelona 2024 and Canvas, digital BSS solution is one of the products to be showcased at the expo. To learn more about the telecom digital BSS platform, please visit https://www.6dtechnologies.com/products-solutions/digital-bss-solutions/

#digital bss solution

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the-hydroxian-artblog · 3 years ago

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How do you go about designing robots? They all look so cool

TL;DR If you want to design a robot, that means you probably have ideas as to what a "cool" robot is. Find out what you think is cool, think of any backstory you think makes sense, then use existing robot designs as inspiration to figure out the visuals.

I wrote up something really long and rambly, and I'm gonna leave those extended thoughts below anyway; I apologize if this gets too dense and wordy, but to be frank I still gloss over way too much in it, as it's a really big question to answer without being reductive and frustratingly vague, or on the flipside making entire-ass tutorials/process essays on how I made all of my robot characters. I also made a guide for designing ruppets before that sort of answers your question, but I warn you that it's purely text, in-case you were hoping for some visual tutorial.

In any case, on with the ranting.

Honestly I'm more of a worldbuilder, so when I get this question I immediately jump to answering it from a storytelling perspective, not a simple "how to design a badnik" tutorial kinda thing. Robots are made for specific purposes. If they lack purpose, this can be a glaring issue, or a great trait towards your robot's backstory. Figuring out the backstory is pretty crucial, and the sooner you know that, the sooner you'll be able to ride your intuition and figure everything else out.

There's a LOT that can go into it, but there's two aspects, visual and descriptive, both of which are kinda the same thing but kinda not.

Descriptively, good robot design depends on the setting and the story told through text, and depends mostly on whatever one's heart wants above all else.

I come up with a premise I really like/want, and then ask questions to rationalize/reason backward to justify it. What do I want? Why, in its own universe, does it exist?

With these answers, you can figure out how to answer the visual question: How would this thing look like, then?

Possibly my most popular design, Splats, can answer these questions with both a visual and brief-enough flavor text to supplement her. Hopefully.

1. What did I want? A modern version of Splats, a scrapped Sonic 1 badnik. I thought it'd be cool. People apparently agree.

2. Why, in-universe? Why was Splats upgraded? She was meant to be scrapped in-universe, but didn't get the memo. Used abandoned eggman factories to repair and upgrade herself.

3. How, visually? How would she look like, then? I took elements like her thighs and tails and eyes, and made them more mechanical, taking some inspiration from P-Body from Portal 2, badniks in Sonic Colors, and toys with springs in their torsos. Also, of course, I took inspiration from artwork of Splats as well. Bash these together, and you'll likely get something like this. I wanted to stay somewhat faithful to the distinct shape language of the original, while adding something new and refining it as well as I could manage.

Another example, this time in my own OC canon: K-55, a one-off design I whipped up for fun.

1. What did I want? I wanted to draw a funny bird robot that had a serious/morally messy profession. The concept is funny to me.

2. Why does he exist in-universe? He wasn't built to look like this specifically. He was more of a standard robot for basic tasks that modified itself to look this way due to an eccentric personality. He has an eccentric personality because having certain quirks in robots can lead to them being creative problem solvers. This has a side-effect of them often dressing themselves up in different ways, whether alienating or appealing. That basically gives me the excuse to make him look as weird as I want.

3. How would he look like? A mess. Visually, he has a bunch of noticeable funny shapes working together to create a distinct, odd outline. His face is a bit wall-eyed, and he has a strange "hair style", which imply strange tastes. With the clear implication that he wasn't designed purposefully like this by anyone else, the design sends clear messages about his personality, and how unhinged he is.

One last example: Kaita, my beloved.

I wanted a cute, strong, robot wolf woman with a very friendly personality. The idea of a robot wolf woman is absurd on many levels, but I reason she was made as a weapon of sorts, but got misused and now lives her own life. This answers What she is and Why she exists, so lastly, there's How she'd appear as. In her case, I basically just figured she'd look like a furry terminator with exposed internals in some parts, large claws, etc.

There's many different ways to go about that, but by answering the previous questions of What, Why, and How, I can at least not go in blind as I develop the visual aspect of her design, and see if I'm being faithful to the concept. "Nice Terminator Wolf Lady" is basic in premise, but with tons of room for experimentation in execution. I designed Kaita years ago, and only in the past two or three years did she really look consistent.

#FAQ #Character Design #nonsense

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deceitful-darlings · 3 years ago

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Escape is Never Forever [NSFW]

Soft!Yandere!Malleus x Bri Flores [OC]

Commissioned by @bri-flores

A sequel to Patience Wears Thin. Bri has rebuilt her life in her world after her escape, but she’s soon to find herself back to the one place she hoped to never see again.

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It had seemed like a lifetime ago that he gave the order to begin the search for Bri in the castle, and never would he have thought that six years later she would still be left unfound. The day he’d found the infirmary empty felt like the beginning of a nightmare he had yet to wake from, and each day that passed was like torture. He had kept the search for her going for a year, at which point the courts stood against him and demanded he stop, only Lilia coming to calm the situation had stopped him burning them all to a crisp.

His caretaker had reasoned with him that Bri could no longer be in this world, had she been then she wouldn’t have been able to avoid capture for as long as she had, only to then refute his insistence that she could only be in this world with the bombshell of

“There were traces of her power in the infirmary that day, Malleus.”

Those words had come down on him like the weight of the world, he knew what they meant after all. Bri had explained her abilities to him briefly one night, lamenting her inability to return home, if she had managed to use them…would she truly have just left him behind?

He wanted to say no, Bri loved him, just as he loved her, he didn’t want to believe, he couldn’t believe that she would just abandon him like that. His refusal to believe it led him to where he was, six years later and still spilling over spellbooks, maps, anything to try and find her.

And that was how Maleficent found him, slumped over scrolls and text, it was a pitiful sight. She had been watching over the years, the way Malleus threw himself into the fruitless search, how he lost nights of sleep over it, how over time he seemed to care less about the state of his own kingdom than his desperate attempts to get Bri back, and the kingdom that scorned her now criticised her absence, even those closest to him seemed unable to bring him out of his melancholy. Luckily for him, just as he had been investigating how to find Bri, she had too, and her power exceeded his, and she had had enough.

“Malleus.” He barely looked up from the scroll he was reading.

“Grandmother? To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Am I not allowed to visit my only grandchild?”

“Of course you are, but-“

“You’re busy searching for her, I know. But you might be interested in what I have to say today.” He didn’t move.

“And what would that be Grandmother?”

“What if I told you I’d found a way to open a portal to her world?” At that his focus completely shifted to her, the desperation shining in his eyes clearly.

“You have?”

“Yes, I have. Now, if you’d call your retainers here, I can begin the process of transporting us.”

Upon receiving the call of their king, it didn’t take them long to gather in his office, none of them prepared for the words they were about to hear.

“We will be going to retrieve the Queen from her world today, I hope you all understand the importance of this task. We will only have one chance, this spell will last an hour at most, at which point we will be returned to this world with nothing more than what we’re holding, so we must be certain that upon that hour one of you has hold of her, is that understood?”

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

“Are you ready, Malleus?” He nodded.

“I’ve advised the maids to have our room prepared for her return, let us go and get my wife.” She could only smirk at his determined glare.

“Very well, my dear grandson.”

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“Everything done for the day, Bri?”

“Well, if by done you mean I’ve restocked the displays, then yes it is.”

“Have you thought about our next day off?”

“You asked me five minutes ago, I haven’t forgotten.”

“Sorry, I just want to make sure you remember the offer is there, it’d be nice for us to go out together, get to know each other a bit better you know?”

“I know, I haven’t forgotten. I promise I’ll let you know my answer as soon as I’ve decided, ok? I really need to get going now.”

“Ugh,lucky you getting off at this hour!”

“I have to go and pick Reuben up, you know that.”

“And you get to miss the dinner rush because of it.” She could only raise an eyebrow.

“There’s hardly a rush, there’s about twenty people as opposed to the odd one or two filtering through at a time throughout the day. It’s hardly the end of the world when everything’s freshly restocked, you don’t even have to wait for anything.”

“But you know how much of a pain they can all be!”

“Remember to never work in a city Jason, if you can’t cope with a few middle aged women then you’d never survive there.”

“I can’t help that they’re so damn rude, if they just shut up and stopped complaining it would make all of our lives easier.” She just laughed under her breath as she hung up her apron.

“You’re complaining to the wrong person here. At least to you they just complain about the goods and not the person serving them.” He sighed.

“I suppose you have a point…”

“Anyway, I’m sure you’ll survive, I’m off now.”

“You’re just going to abandon me here like this! What a cruel coworker I have!”

“Yeah, yeah, see you tomorrow!” Throwing a wave over her shoulder, she left the shop. Stuffing her hands into her pockets, she began the short trip to her son’s school. Over the past six years, there was a lot she had to be thankful for, and had she asked herself back then if she thought she’d be as settled back into life as she was, she would’ve said no. But somehow, from the mess she had arrived in, she had managed to build herself a new one, it hadn’t been easy, certainly not after Reuben had come along, but she had managed to do well enough to get herself a cottage a little ways out of a small village for the two of them to live in together.

The smaller community made things easier from a number of standpoints, such as the acceptance for her being an Oddity and her son a half fae, at the beginning there had certainly been hostility towards them, or at least her, over her race, the memories of people glaring and sneering at her over the counter of the bakery she’d worked in for the majority of her time back home were still pretty fresh. But, it turned out that perseverance was key, and no longer did she get jabs about how she was working in such a small place despite her supposed superior blood and skills, there had been a few years of the people around her trying to drag her down because of it, but now it wasn’t much of an issue anymore, at most the odd glare, which wasn’t something she wasn’t capable of dealing with, especially when compared to the attempts made on her life while she was living in The Valley of Thorns.

Her biggest fear in all of it had been for Reuben, a child to a single mother, the father nowhere to be found, his slit eyes and sharp canines, it was plainly obvious that the boy wasn’t human, and she worried that like she had, he would be singled out for these traits. But for once her prayers were answered, as he grew from a baby to a child, he had no issue in making friends, and he managed to sway the adults of the village with his adorable yet demure nature, his cute smile and constant collecting of flowers in the meadows he liked to play in to give the townspeople bouquets won them over in no time unlike her own more awkward personality.

The two had fallen into a comfortable routine, wake up, drop Reuben off at school early for early morning clubs, go to work, pick him up, and then go home and do whatever the two of them wanted, normally with her taking care of the duller things like chores and meals while he preferred to play outside in good weather or write stories in bad.

It was the sound of the door opening that drew her from her thoughts, Reuben climbing into his normal seat in the car, dropping his book bag on the seat next to him as he pulled the door shut and wrestled his seatbelt on before he gave her the thumbs up to start the engine again.

“How was school today?”

“It was good! In English we got to write a story after we did handwriting practice!”

“Oh? What did you write about?”

“I wrote about a dragon and his treasure!” The corner of her mouth twitched.

“Really? That sounds really interesting, what kind of things did the dragon have?”

“All sorts! He had jewels and sets of armour and lots and lots of gold! I read a book the other day that said dragons don’t let anyone touch their treasure, is that true?”

“Well...I guess it depends on the dragon. A nice one might if you’re polite, but there are probably some really mean, selfish dragons too.”

She supposed it was his nature that made him attracted to such stories, maybe an instinctive part of him understood that he was actually half dragon, or a part of him simply resonated with the idea of hoarding and collecting things of value; it’s not like she was unaware of the rocks and other items he brought home from his time in the park and meadows, but she could only hope that like other children he would grow out of such phase. There was no way she could deny that his more dragon-like traits made her uncomfortable, seeing them displayed in him, especially when he was such a spitting image of his father, just brought back so many bad memories. But luckily those days were behind her, and that meant that she could do her best to raise Reuben to not be like his father-

“Mom, why is the door open?”

“Huh?” She looked up as she pulled into the driveway of their home, and Reuben was right. Her first thought was that perhaps there was a burglar in the house, but with the window down due to the hot weather, it didn’t take long for a painfully familiar voice to reach her, a bat she thought she would never see again. The mere sound was enough to terrify her, the panic settled into her as she shifted the car into reverse in hopes of getting the hell away from the house for however long it took for them to disappear, but just as she took her foot off the break and checked the mirror again, the path that had been empty now had someone standing in it. She slammed on the breaks, the two of them jolting forward, and it took her a moment to resettle herself and focus back on the mirror.

But her hope that he had just been some kind of stress induced hallucination was in vain, because when her eyes met the mirror once more, he was very much still there, standing in the middle of her drive as if there was nothing wrong with the world.

“I would suggest cutting the engine now, Miss Bri.” She bit her lip, if she did as he asked, then that was game over. The freedom she had fought for and the life she had struggled to build would be taken again, her mind was racing as she tried to think of something, anything that could get her out of this situation that she was struggling to comprehend in the first place. But as she tried desperately to work through her thoughts to come up with a solution, she saw Lilia lift his hand in the rear view mirror, grinning at her as he snapped his fingers, and just like that her engine died.

She thought he would immediately come for her, but with her only way out now taken, Lilia instead opened the back door of the car, and that had her heart in her throat.

“So you had a son I see.”

“Reuben-!” But she was too late, as she reached out between the seats to pull him into the front, Lilia had already lifted him from the car, setting him down on the ground out of her reach as he smiled down at him.

“So your name is Reuben?”

“Yes…” Looking back and forth between her and Lilia, she could see the confusion clearly on his face as he tried to figure out what was going on, but cautious as he took in her expression, able to see her discomfort easily. “Who are you?”

“Let me introduce myself. I’m Lilia Vanrouge, and I’m your grandfather on your father’s side.”

“My father? You know my father?”

“Yes, I raised your father! And he wished to be a part of your life for so long, but due to certain circumstances we were unable to come and meet you until now.”

“Does that mean he’s here?”

“He is, the whole family is waiting for you inside, they’re all so excited about meeting you.” He turned his eyes to her. “We just need to wait for you mother to come out, but if she decides not to then you can come and meet them by yourself.”

The thought of Reuben being taken into their clutches alone was enough to have her out of the car, glaring at Lilia who had his hand resting on her son’s shoulder.

“You aren’t taking him anywhere alone.” He grinned.

“Good, because Malleus has been beside himself with worry these past years, and he’s so desperate to see his beloved wife again.”

“What does he mean Mom?”

“Reuben, I…” This was the exact reason she never spoke of Malleus, of her life before him, because how was she meant to explain this to him? His curiosity towards his father was natural and she had hoped it would wane over time, she thought it was something she would never need to tell him, that he would be content in just knowing his father wasn’t human or an oddity, and that he would never be part of his life. How could she explain to her son that he was a child she had never wanted, that his father had forced her hand in marriage and then forced her to bear his child, that despite all of the horrors she went through at his hands she truly did love him, even if she didn’t love his father? What child could ever understand such things? However, Lilia cut off her thoughts, drawing Reuben’s curiosity with a hand on his shoulder.

“Well, none of that matters anymore, what matters is that your father is here, and he can’t wait to see either of you. So why don’t we head inside to say hello?”

Knowing that that was an order, not a question, and with Lilia having a firm grip on Reuben’s shoulder while she had no way to escape left her with no choice, the nod she gave was mechanical, but enough confirmation for Lilia place a hand on her back, probably to make sure she had no second thoughts, and began pushing her towards the house. The front door opened smoothly, light still shining through the windows of the cottage and into the open space of the living room, but in that open space stood people she hoped she would never see again.

Lime green eyes were the first to fall on her, the expression of relief on his face disgusting her as he covered the space between them in a few steps, embracing her as if this was some fairytale reunion between star crossed lovers. In his own, deluded fantasy it clearly was, she could feel the smile against her skin as he buried his head into her shoulder, as if parting from her for a mere second would cause her to vanish.

“Let go of me Malleus, how the hell are you all here-.” He pulled away slightly, a lovesick smile still on his face, and at that point she saw Maleficent stood further into the room, so that was how.

“Why would I let you go after we’ve been apart for so long?” His lips met hers, a brief, chaste kiss that felt as if he were holding himself back, before he drew back to look her in the eyes. “Why did you leave, Bri? Why did you abandon me and take my child? We were happy, were we not?” She could only scoff.

“Happy? Are you insane? Did you think that I wanted any of what I got in your castle for even a moment? Did you have any idea what I went through while I was there?! The assassination attempts by the nobles, the very members of your very court that support you! The way they all spoke about me, your staff deriding me behind my back, assuming that I was human and treating me like dirt because of that! Isn’t it lucky that I wasn’t, since I probably wouldn’t have come out of that last one as unscathed as I did, even in my own wedding my wants were completely disregarded!”

“I did tell you about this, Your Highness.” Lilia cut in, a mocking smile on his face. “Was that not the very reason for my teachings? It seems I went too easy on you.”

“And I told you that your torturous methods of trying to force me into accepting the life Malleus wanted for me would amount to nothing! You were as aware as I was that no matter what I did I would’ve been considered at fault by your people, as a fae I would never have been good enough! I was fed up with the manners, the dresses, the jewellery, the constant portrayal of being some perfect queen!”

“That is what it means to be queen, you ungrateful girl.” It was Maleficent who stepped forwards, eyes as cold as steel she glared at her with judgement so heavy it felt she could collapse. “Did you believe you could be a royal and not be expected to conduct yourself accordingly? How utterly foolish of you, and to throw a six year long tantrum over such things when I myself placed the crown on your head, I’ve never known such disrespect! And to take the heir of the throne with you, if you were not queen I would’ve executed you myself!”

“Of course I would take him with me, did you think even if I had had him that I would’ve left him in such a place?! That I would subject my own child to the ridicule that I myself suffered?!”

“You needn’t have worried about such things.” She spoke, stepping in front of Reuben and looking the boy up and down before removing the glasses from his face. “I can feel the power coming from him without needing to look for it, despite his blood. The courts would not have been able to speak against him the moment he showed them his capabilities. “

“Of course he’s powerful! He’s my son, and as much as your courts disdain me, our abilities are nothing to be scoffed at!” Maleficent flicked her hand in her direction, but still ignored her, instead staring down at her son.

You, boy, what is your name?”

“R...Reuben.” Her nose crinkled.

“Hardly a fitting title for the next king, but I suppose it doesn’t matter. You can always choose a new name to go by as King, but before then you must begin your lessons. It will be difficult, due to your mother’s apparent negligence of your status-“ she glanced around the house, the door to his bedroom had been open in a clear sign that they had gone through everything inside. “-but I am sure you’ll be able to catch up with the material soon enough, your blood is that of a Draconia after all.”

“I don’t understand…”

Trying to fight out of Malleus’ grip, Bri could only yell as she watched on.

“Stay away from him! Reuben doesn’t need to be raised in that place, he should be able to be a normal child, to live like one!”

“You raised the son of my liege in a hovel, as a peasant! Such a childhood is an insult to the name of him and my liege!” Sebek snarled out, hands clenched around the ornate box that had been stored away on top of the bookshelf, the crown she had been given by Maleficent the day of her wedding. At his words, Bri’s temper snapped.

“You bastard!” Her scream rung throughout the room, her tense limbs that had been holding her still reacted, lunging forward with a clenched fist to try and slam it into Sebek, anywhere would’ve done, just anything to get her anger out, to get him to shut up, to hurt him. But seeming to predict her reaction, Lilia stepped in front of her, catching her fist easily in his own hand before the other shot out to grab her by the throat, freezing her in place as she was reduced to glaring at him.

“Now, now Your Highness, such language isn’t befitting of a monarch now, is it?”

“Shut up! Do you think I’m just going to stand here and listen to you all insult the way I’ve raised my son?! None of you deserve an opinion on it-!” At that point, Lilia’s fingers tightened around her throat, his eyes narrowing as her words cut off.

“May I suggest you rethink your next words, before you come to regret it.” She narrowed her eyes in response, she wasn’t unused to Lilia and his threats, even with the time she had spent free of them, the way he treated her was still fresh in her mind, and his actions were simply bringing those memories to the surface once more. But at least this time, she had something against him. Her lips quirked into a smirk, and in a split second her own hand reached out, grabbing hold of Silver who was standing close to her, her fingers pacing through his to lock the two of them together.

“And may I suggest that you let go of me, before you come to regret your actions.”

“Oh, and what would you do?”

“There are many worlds out there, Lilia. So many dimensions to choose from, would you want the weight of Silver ending up in one that can only be compared to hell? Would you be able to cope with that?” His hand didn’t tighten, but it didn’t move. “Do you think I won’t do it?”

The two of them seem locked in a stalemate, but then a flicker caught Lilia’s eye, he glanced to the side where her and Silver’s hands were joined, there was the slightest spark of power manifesting around her fingers. For a moment he watched, before he withdrew his hand slowly, it took around a minute for them to return to his side, before he rested them on his chin, his eyes dangerous as he looked over her. She had to hold in the sigh of relief before she let go of Silver’s hand, she was hoping that they wouldn’t call her bluff, and for once luck had been on her side, she held the hand she had used in the other, hiding its shaking from their view, not wanting them to think she was scared, nor realise that the shaking was from the exertion of using even that much of her power, that she didn’t have the energy to teleport anyone and wouldn’t for the foreseeable future. Their regard for her made her feel slightly better, the view that she might be able to do something gave her some more confidence.

“Leave. Leave our house, leave this world. Go back home, and move on. I’m not going to let you take Reuben’s childhood from him, do you understand?”

“My dear, there’s nothing to take from him.” Lilia spoke with a smile. “You’ve raised him in a lie, in ignorance of his blood, his heritage, and his power. How long did you think you could keep this farce going, did you think he would remain ignorant of his powers forever? The reality is that he is not a normal child, he is a Draconia. He can continue to draw, write, learn to play the piano, everything he’s doing here can be replicated in The Valley of Thorns, but he can learn about his responsibilities as heir too.”

“Shut up! Leave him alone, leave us both alone! We just want to live in peace!” At her continual outbursts, Maleficent sighed.

“It appears that she isn’t going to listen to reason anytime soon, you’ll have to start disciplining her again when we arrive back at The Valley, Lilia. She’s giving me a headache, so quiet her down for now, our time is nearly up anyway.” She spoke, placing her hand in Reuben’s. “Hold on tightly, child.” But that was all she saw before Lilia stepped in front of her.

“May I suggest you take a nap, Your Highness? We will be home shortly!” A finger-snap later, and her world faded to blackness.

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The first thing that registered in her mind was the pain between her legs, her mind trying to piece together what was going on, pulling herself from the throes of sleep took a few minutes, but one by one things became more clear to her, the softness against her back, the heat of another body on top of her own, the building pressure in her core, the dampness of her skin, the sound of panting and moving sheets, when her eyes finally cracked open, she wasn’t surprised to find that it was Malleus atop her, the same way he had been all those years ago. She tried to open her mouth, to speak or push him away, but her limbs felt like they were made of lead despite having just woken up, her mouth unable to make any noise except moans and whimpers as he drove his tip into her g-spot again and again, but she didn’t see the point in speech anyway, there was nothing to say, there was nothing she could say to get him to stop, so why would she waste her breath on it?

Her nails dug into his shoulders as his thrusts came to a stop, spilling himself inside her. He rested for only a moment, his body staying on top of her, suffocating her with his heat as he breathed in her scent before he pulled back enough to look her in the eye once more.

“You’re finally awake, my love?”

“Clearly.” She croaked out, and his hand came to brush against her cheek, his eyes still soft and nostalgic.

“This feels like a dream to have you in my arms again. I’ve been waiting so long for this moment, to be able to embrace you, it feels as if a lifetime has passed since I last saw you, yet your face hasn’t aged a day. I missed you so much.” He smiled at her, a heartfelt smile that turned her stomach before his mouth found its way to her chest, nursing on her, massaging the unoccupied breast in his larger hand.

Did he really? Had he missed her? It didn’t feel like it, he didn’t feel as if he even saw her as a lover, he didn’t seem to care for her feelings, he never had, the throbbing ache between her legs, the bulge in her stomach and the stickiness on her thighs made her feel more like a toy to him, a simple doll to use for his own pleasure.

“Do you even love me, Malleus?” He pulled away from her chest, a quizzical expression on his face.

“Of course I do, why would you even question me, my love?”

“Then why do you do this to me? Why do you make me suffer like this? Azul would never have done anything like this to me-“ His expression darkened the moment Azul’s name left her lips, and her sentence was cut short as he pulled away from her, his hands wrapping around her thighs and pulling them apart before he dove between them.

Her core was already on fire, her legs still shaking with the exertion his stimulations forced on her as his tongue pushed into her. The thickness of it burned against her sensitive walls, the roughness of it set her nerves ablaze, it hurt, but her exhausted body didn’t have the strength to push him away. It took him mere minutes to send her crashing over another peak, crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure that she couldn’t cope with, her whole body shuddering as she fell apart again.

Eventually her shudders reduced to tremors, her body tired and spent falling still as Malleus got onto his knees, still managing to tower over her as he ran his thumb over his lips, his tongue flicking out to collect the mixture of her cum and his seed that had spilled.

“Listen to me, Bri, I will only say this once. Never again will Ashengrotto’s name pass your lips, do you understand me? You will forget him, I am your husband, your only lover, and never will my feelings for you waver, as they didn’t during the six years you weren’t by my side, do you understand? I don’t blame you for your fears, but I have lost those years with both you and my son, I did not see him come into this world, I missed every part of his infancy, but do you not think I deserve to be a part of my children’s lives?”

“Children?” The look on his face and the hand brushing over her abdomen made it all very clear. He had missed out of Reuben, therefore he expected another child to make up for that loss. The frustration she felt was that of her feelings six years ago, the feeling of being trapped, the want to run again, the hope that it might be possible, and she had to harden the heart she had finally begun to open. Managing to push herself into a sitting position on shaking hands, she pressed down on Malleus’ shoulders, pushing him back so that he was seated before she threw her leg over his, her folds barely brushing his length as she pressed her lips to his. She could feel him smile against the kiss, no doubt thinking that he had quelled her doubts, but she wouldn’t oppose his thoughts, for the sake of escape for both her and Reuben, she had no issue allowing him to think she returned his feelings.

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“Mr. Silver?”

“What is it, Young Master?”

“Can you really not call me anything else?”

“When we are alone, I can call you whatever you wish me to, however when we are in public it would be inadvisable to ask us to address you as anything less formal than ‘Young Master’, even that is quite informal. As you have only just returned to The Valley of Thorns, it will be best to have formality from those who serve you to make sure you receive respect from the courtiers.” The younger boy seemed to ponder over this, and Silver glanced around the room to take in the reactions of the staff, his failure of six years ago still heavy on his mind, but it seemed he didn’t need to be so worried, the majority of the servants glancing at the young royal didn’t seem to hold any level of hostility or coldness towards the boy, instead smiling to themselves as he continued to quiz himself and Sebek over various topics to do with The Valley. His attention was only taken from him when the door cracked open, and a familiar figure strode into the room.

“Father, you were late today.”

“Yes, I was, you see I’ve just heard some very interesting news!”

“And what would that be?” He stepped forward, lowering himself to Reuben’s level before he spoke.

“Congratulations, Your Highness. It seems you’re going to be an older brother! The smile on the younger boy’s face wasn’t as bright as expected, but it was still there, and Lilia tousled his hair in response.

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It didn’t take long for her to remember how dull life in the castle had been, even with Reuben now here with her. In fact, him being there in some ways made it worse, because at Lilia’s recommendation Malleus had decided that there needed to be a daily session of ‘family bonding time’ between them all since he had missed so much time with Reuben. She had tried to argue, or at least delay it, but he was steadfast in his decision, so now she was sat in one of the many gardens of the castle with servants surrounding the perimeter, they claimed it was for protection but she had no doubt it was instead to make sure that she didn’t try to leave.

“I see that Reuben is settling in well.” She barely glanced at Malleus, before looking back across the garden to where her son was sat amongst the flowers, raising her teacup to her lips.

“If you think that, then that simply proves you know nothing about him.”

“That’s hardly surprising, considering you stole him away from his home before he was even born. Perhaps had you been less selfish, then he would’ve had a chance to know his father.” Maleficent spoke pointedly. “But since he is here now, they can get to know each other. Of course, they have to make up six years worth of time.”

“You can go back to your room if you wish.” Lilia grinned. “We understand that you’re tired from your readjustment back into royal life, Your Highness, but you don’t need to worry. We will take good care of the Young Master even if you aren’t here.” Her eyebrows drew together at the suggestion, they all knew that she wouldn’t allow them a moment alone with Reuben besides those she was forced to allow.

“I most certainly won’t leave him, he’s struggling enough to get used to life here, I’m going to be around to make sure that if something happens he is not alone.”

“He needn’t worry about anything, his studies have been arranged, the teachers have been checked, he’s to be guarded at every moment to ensure his safety, and he’s intelligent enough that he will have no problems in learning.” She snorted in response, and Malleus could only raise an eyebrow. “Is there something amusing in what I said, my dear.”

“Yes, the fact that you think all of that equates to a settled child.”

“Then do tell, what is it that I am missing?” She could only hold in her laugh at his complete lack of understanding.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that he doesn’t have a single friend?”

“He has Sebek and Silver.”

“And they are not friends. They are his guards, his caretakers, his keepers. There isn’t a single child his own age for him to interact with! Reuben is used to being in a class, playing with other children, not having to worry about how he holds himself because heaven forbid what he does reflects badly on the royal family. He’s a child, Malleus, he needs to be interacting with peers to learn and understand socialisation!”

“Such interactions can be taken up with the staff. For the moment he doesn’t need to concern himself with learning about the nobility of The Valley, that in itself is a lesson and a challenge. This is for his own protection, they may be children, but that simply means they are being influenced by the adults in their lives, I don’t want to give any of those families the impression that they can influence the decisions of the Draconia family by allowing them to be close to my son.”

“He’s lonely, Malleus! You may not be able to see it, but his smile isn’t the same, he needs people.”

“And he has people.” She glared out of the corner of her eye at Maleficent. “Despite your constant protests, this is a family, and he has everyone in that family to turn to in his loneliness. Malleus grew up with far fewer people in his childhood.”

“And look at how well he turned out.” She had to swallow the words back, but the frostiness between the two of them didn’t dissipate even in her silence.

“He’s certainly a powerful boy.” Lilia chimed in, turning their attention back to the three of them in the middle of the garden. Watching him she could forget for a moment that they were in The Valley of Thorns, she could imagine them being elsewhere, being back home and on a picnic down the meadows as he played, and that thought allowed her to smile. But of course that didn’t last long, because the small spell had to be broken by Lilia when they all saw him take some wilting flowers in hand, only for them to unfurl. The faded colours bursting back into vibrancy and crinkled, dried petals drew moisture out of nowhere, smoothing out to return to a state they must’ve been in at the peak of their life. “He certainly takes after you Malleus. Exceedingly powerful for his age and also proficient at using it. You should be proud of him.”

“Of course I’m proud, he’s achieved much even without guidance.”

“I’m sure that he will only become more remarkable with lessons, his magic will be stronger and even more praise worthy.”

“It’s not magic.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, it’s not magic.”

“You sound very certain of that.”

“That’s because he’s far more like me than you.” Her tone snipped. “ What he has are gifts, not magic. Over time the amount he has will reduce, by the time he’s a teenager only one will be left.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, that’s so.”

“I see.” Lilia chuckled. “Well, there’s no need to worry about such things now. We’ll see when the time comes whether he’s got magic or one of your so-called ‘gifts’, but for now he can be placed in lessons as originally planned. When the time comes, if he does have a gift then he can be trained solely in that ability, it won’t be a hindrance for him.”

“Hindrance? Do remember that I’m not some weak little human, certainly not the one you think I am, I’m just as powerful as you are, and Reuben will be as well, he’s a smart boy.”

“Yes, He is smart. Perhaps you could learn from him, Bri.”

“Excuse me?” Her head snapped to look at Maleficent as the older woman regarded her coldly. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean that your son is patient and accepting. You, on the other hand, are powerful but immature. It’s amazing how as an adult you are in fact more childish than your own child. That is something you should’ve dealt with long before now, but I suppose doing so now will have to suffice.”

“Do remember Maleficent, that you’re no longer the queen. That position is mine now, you’re no longer the one in power.” She simply raised her head, looking down at her, clearly not amused by her words.

“Yes, you are. And do remember that I am still the queen dowager, considering your absence over the past six years, I am the one who has been running this kingdom alongside my grandson. So I would remember the precarious situation you’re in as a royal right now, and conduct yourself accordingly.”

At her comment, she placed the teacup she had in her hand back onto its saucer with a loud clink. Enough of a response to show to Maleficent that she had heard her, but the fact it was empty seemed to draw the attention of the woman stood behind her. She stepped forward, teapot in hand which she tilted to refill the cup. She regarded her for a moment, eyes taking in her uniform and mannerisms, pristine as a lady in waiting was meant to be.”

“What was your name?” She faltered momentarily, before she fell back into her impeccable professionalism and bowed to her.

“My name is Everleigh, Your Majesty.” She looked her over again, this time more obviously, eyes dull as she commented.

“I don’t suppose that you wish to kill me, do you Everleigh?” Her body snapped straight up, looking ever so slightly panicked as she sputtered out.

“Of-Of course not, Your Majesty! As your lady in waiting it’s my job to serve you to the best of my ability, not to ever harm you! I would never do such a thing, I swear to you!”

“What is the meaning of this Bri?” Maleficent’s cold voice rang in her ears, and she could only smile at the dangerous expression that was marring her face.

“Oh? Am I not supposed to double check these things? She’s correct, her predecessor did serve me very well, she saw to my every need and was extremely attentive towards me. Until she pushed me down the stairs in an attempt on my life that is. What was her name again? Maridel? But I digress, do any of your duties involve such interesting ways of caring for me, Everleigh?”

“No, Your Majesty…”

“I see.”

“Bri.” Malleus’ voice cut in, a coldness in it that wasn’t normally present. “We understand, you have made your point. You needn’t worry about the staff anymore, I have made a number of changes in the time you were gone. You won’t be targeted, nor will you be insulted anymore by them, those who tried to harm you were executed, and those who spoke against you have all been removed from their positions. There’s nothing for you to fear anymore, if it makes you feel safer then I can arrange to have more guards employed in the castle.”

And have even more people to report her to Malleus, to look down at her?

“No, I don’t want more guards. Why would I want more outsiders I can’t trust here?” He reached across the table, taking her hand in his gloved one and squeezing it in a gesture she supposed was meant to be reassuring.

“I understand. While we do now check even more thoroughly the backgrounds of the people we employ, I realise you may not yet trust the staff here. That’s ok, I’m sure they will prove their loyalty and good intent to you in time.” To him, nor to her, they weren’t loyal to her. “They will serve you well, and if they don’t they shall pay the price.

“And what price is that?”

“Depending on the severity of their offence, they will either be reassigned, lose their position in the castle, be stripped of their noble title, banished from the castle, or executed.”

So what? Would that really change anything, she had to wonder. Because how much of their scathing criticism could be hidden under the guise of helping her improve? But what could she do at this point other than accept his word? Nothing, and it was something they all knew, she just had to hope that Malleus’ words and actions over the years had been enough to show them that even if they didn’t fear her, that they should fear him and what he would do to them on her behalf.

Footsteps disturbed her thoughts, and looking up she saw Reuben running back towards them all with Sebek and Lilia close behind. Smiling, she leant forward as he ran up to her, thrusting a makeshift bouquet towards her with a bright grin.

“Are those for me?” He nodded.

“Uh-huh! I wanted to make you happy!”

“Oh? How thoughtful of you Reuben.” She brought the bunch of flowers up to her nose, closing her eyes to inhale the delicate, fresh scent before looking back at his hopeful face. “They’re wonderful, thank you for getting them for me. There’s a vase in my room that I was thinking looked rather empty, I guess I’ve found what to put in it, haven’t I?”

“Really?”

“Of course!” He beamed at her, and her heart melted at his expression.

“Then I’ll come every day and make sure they’re still alive!”

“Thank you sweetie.” It was then she noticed the second bunch of flowers clutched in his small hands. “And who are those for?”

“These?” He lifted them up slightly, eyes widening as if for a moment he had forgotten that he even had them. “They’re for Grandmother!” Her heart froze.

“Grandmother? Do you mean Maleficent?”

“I know she isn’t really my grandma, but great grandmother is really long. Will she get mad?”

“...”

“Mom?”

“...No. I don’t think she’ll mind at all.” When he smiled again, she could only dig her fingernails into her palm. Grandmother? He was already alright with calling her something so familiar? How could she ever be ok with it? The closer he got, the more he could be influenced, sucked in by their lies the same way she was, she didn’t want that for him, especially with him being so young. But she couldn’t speak out against it, there was no way to justify her feelings around it without bringing pain upon herself and then having Lilia smooth everything over with Reuben, meaning it would’ve been pointless in the first place.

So all she could do was watch on as her son took those flowers, dashing across to Maleficent with that same bright, pure smile, and offered them to her. The fae gave a rare, soft smile, leaning down elegantly to take the flowers from him before she drew back up, mimicking her own actions by lifting them to her face. For a second she looked like a painting, a snapshot of serene peace, until her eyes opened and caught hers. At that point the triumph in her cold eyes shone clearly, a victory in an action so simple, and the worst part is that she wasn’t wrong to think it angered her. All she could do was look away, hoping that the darkness surrounding her son wouldn’t sully him.

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little-mouse-gardens · 2 years ago

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Fictober day 1 "i chose you"

Fictober day 1

Fanfiction

fandom - monkie kid

Oc x canon (macaque)

@fictober-event prompt - “I chose you”

“I chose you”

a pang of sadness shot through rongs heart again as the fond memories and emotions those words carried with them came crashing down on her like a wave.

Memories of her happier days when she was wild. When she was completely carefree. When all she had to worry about was her daily tasks as a guard and what shenanigans her sisters and friends were gonna drag her into.

before everything had changed.

A shaky sigh escaped her as she gazed back up at the moon, soothingly rubbing the backs of the two little baby red and black furred demon monkeys that were currently wrapped to chest.

their tails wrapped around both her arms like a lifeline as she rocked back and forth on a porch swing that overlooked the family’s garden

Eyes glancing over at the time on her phone every once in a while, as she Patiently waited for her husband to return back with wine, baby formula and the egg tarts + plum cakes she ordered ahead for their wedding anniversary.

The sounds of cars driving in the distant city, crickets chirping, nocturnal creatures moving around in the distant forest accompanied with her children's purring and cooing noises, and the cool night breeze caressing her skin.

All was enough to put her at peace again. enough to keep her mind off of the few depressing implications that their anniversary would also bring up and focus more on celebrating.

Specifically, at least 2320 years of marriage and the love they shared, their first two children who were now fully grown and the two twins she had recently. all of which are healthy, alive and unharmed, the fact they don’t have to worry much about getting old and…. other things…. but those things didn't need to be brought up

After all the shit they had been through over the thousands of years they have been together, those were pretty huge accomplishments for the both of them.

And they were gonna celebrate even if her sisters couldn’t make it.

The subtle sounds of a portal opening behind her and the sudden distinct scent of plum scented cologne and freshly baked egg tarts brought a smile to rong’s face.

“I’m back pretty girl~”

Rong chuckled at the nickname. Her cheeks dusting a rosy pink as she turned away from the garden to face her husband standing in the doorway.

The handsome monkey demon was leaning against one of the screen doors, love in his golden gaze and his signature charming smile on his face as he looked over at her and the babies.

His silky black fur was still a bit ruffled from sleep and he was no longer dressed in the normal outfit he always wore out in public but in a Loose lavender sweater and a pair matching fuzzy pants she bought him as a gift last new years.

It was meant to be a bit of a joke gift, she had actually made him a new weapon to practice with at the dojo, but she just had to see the look on his face when he opened the box and saw the cutest puppy and monkey patterned pants sitting inside.

However, Rong was quite surprised to start seeing him wear them around the house and even when she asked him why he didn’t just wear a different pair of pants when she had to sew a tear in them, he basically told her that they were the most comfortable pants he had.

Which was code for ‘i can’t really find a way to express it but i love this gift you've gotten me and i will cherish it forever no matter how cutesy it is’

But That was macaque for you, a powerful cunning and charming demon who was secretly a big softie that managed to make his way into her heart centuries ago

“Glad your back love” she replied, getting up from the swing to kiss her husband’s cheek “did ya get everything?”

“Yes i did” he purred, his long black tail snaking around her waist “and i gotta say babe, you have excellent taste”

Rong gave him a smug grin, sitting contents of the bag down on the dining room table before turning back around and reaching a hand out to pet behind his ears.

“you're damn right i do” she quipped, her heart melting at her husband's purrs “you tend to pick up a few things when you spent centuries with such a clever and handsome husband like mine”

macaque felt his face and ears heat up at her compliment. His purring intensified as he leaned his forehead against hers. allowing the glamor he wore to fade away, revealing his blind left eye that he normally covered up.

Yeah. to others it was kind of stupid that he would practically melt away at a complement his wife would give him every day. But macaque couldn't help it.

He was just incredibly thankful and happy to have her in his life.

“You flatter me babe” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear “i’m not that handsome”

“Oh hush, you are handsome mihou!” she insisted, pausing when she felt xiaobo and luli squirming around in their wrap “they’re probably ready for bed. Both of them tried to stay up waiting for you to get back home”

“Guess they missed their Baba, didn't they?” macaque cooed, carefully taking the two little demon monkeys into his arms “or they just missed their walking heat source so much they couldn’t fall back asleep without it” he commented sarcastically, the two babies squeak immediately turning into soft purrs and coos as they cuddled up into their father's sweater.

Rong chuckled at his comment, leaning against the kitchen table as she looked at them. Taking in the sight of macaque holding the twins with nothing but love and gentleness on his face like a love drunk fool.

The same she gave him years ago when she first started to really feel something stronger than friendship for the six eared demon.

“Rong, whatcha starin at?”

“Oh it's nothing” she replied, going back to setting a few of the egg tarts and plum cakes on a plate for them to enjoy.

"Could you put them in their crib for me? I’ll set up the stuff outside for us”

“No problem love” he purred, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before making his way down the hallway “i'll be right back, don’t start opening anything without me”

Rong just smiled and rolled her eyes. “don't worry, I won't peek” she replied sarcastically, taking the plate of pastries and the two glasses filled with plum flavored wine outside.

After putting the twins in their crib, the couple just sat on the swing and celebrated.

Their laughter echoing in the night air as they retold and relived memories. Leaning on each other's shoulders as they Ate egg tarts and plum cakes and laughed about the mildly chaotic wedding, they had centuries ago and the ridiculously chaotic week they had after until they were both in tears from laughing so hard.

Then they opened gifts from their older children who had stopped by and visited them earlier in the day to congratulate them on their anniversary.

Their daughter yuan sent her mother and father two red envelopes with 100 dollars each inside alongside two magical little stuffed dolls of them that had that character shuang xi embroidered in red thread onto the chest of them. Which would bring them happiness and luck.

While their son Bolin sent his mother and father two red envelopes of money and he sent them each a magical item he made himself in his workshop. Rong received a beautiful set of broadswords that could return to her when she called for them and macaque received a beautiful red scarf that according to their son's note, would strengthen his powers and slowly heal his wounds when he was wearing it.

gifts the couple loved and vowed to repay their kids for.

now, the the pair were opening the gifts they got for one another. Gifts that they hid from one another, weeks leading up to their anniversary

“Alright, now that's settled, let's open the gifts we got for one another '' rong sighed, the couple exchanging two boxes between one another. both boxes being small, similar in size to a jewelry box, and wrapped in beautiful red wrapping paper.

Macaque held the box up to his ears, his tail flicking with curiosity as he shook the box gently to make sure he didn’t possibly break the gift inside. Whatever was inside it like metal clinking together. Maybe a necklace or a ring? Some sort of bracelet possibly? A talisman?

Macaque couldn’t tell exactly, but when looked back over at rong he couldn't help but blush at the excited look she had on her face. Her lavender tinted eyes filled with excitement that made his heart skip beats. Though you could say every time he looked at her at all made his heart skip a few beats.

He just loved her that much. She is lover, his friend, his partner in crime,his best critic and the only person he allowed himself to be vulnerable around.

Even if wasn’t entirely vulnerable, for reasons she knew all too well, she bore with him for centuries and always knew when to check him when it was needed.

All of that managed to make him feel like he was falling in love again every time he saw her face.

The face of the beautiful and clever badass warrior with silky black hair that smelled of roses who was hellbent on becoming his friend.

before one thing led to another, and she agreed on the battlefield that she would be his wife. And he couldn’t have been more thankful for it.

“Hey handsome, don't just stare at me and open your gift” rong teased, watching with anticipation as he opened the box.

rong couldn't help but feel her heartbeat speed up when his expression.

shifting from curiosity to shock when he pulled out a small jade necklace with a little charm of a monkey and a dog wrapped around one another dangling from it.

“No way” he muttered, nostalgia washing over him as he realized what he was holding in his hands “is this-”

“The necklace I gave you when we won the huge fight against that demon that tried to take over huaguo shan?” she interrupted, scooting closer to him “yes”

He was too stunned to speak. Eyes still fixated on the necklace in his hands.

“After..” rong sighed, watching her lover's brows with anger at even the mention of the memory before she continued “the incident...you were so devastated when you couldnt find it…and i didn’t like seeing you so torn up about it..so i every time you went out on a mission, i would go looking for it the inner demon markets just to see if anyone had picked it up”

Gently taking the necklace from his hands, she quickly wrapped it around his neck and clipped the back. Making a few necessary adjustments as she continued to explain how she got her husband's favorite necklace back

“But I had to put looking for it on pause when the twins were born. So, I called on an old friend of mine and she just happened to have it waiting for us in her workshop. She found it a few years earlier in the mountains. She even cleaned it up for you-”

Rong paused when she felt his arms wrap around her. Pulling her close to his chest and burying his face in her hair.

“Thank you” he murmured “thank you so much for this”

Rong could already feel tears welling up in her eyes. overwhelmed when she heard the pure softness in his voice and the fact she managed to bring something that brought him and her so many fond memories back.

“Your welcome love” rong murmured, hugging him back and burying her face into his chest for a few moments longer “i’m glad to see you wearing it again”

“I’m glad to have it around my neck again” macaque replied, pulling away scoot rong’s gift closer to her “now you have to open mine”

Rong raised brown at the insistence in his voice. Unwrapping the box slowly as she gazed over at his smiling face every couple of seconds to see his reaction.

“Is that new scarf you saw me eyeing?”she inquired

“Nope”

“The new bones to blood book that i saw last week?”

“Not even close”

“Alright i’m gonna guess it's a-” rong paused when she saw the contents at the bottom of the box.

Her expression shifted between shock, nostiliaga and happiness, Tears welling up in her eyes as she pulled out an all too familiar jade bangle.

A delicate piece of jewelry that had been completely shattered centuries ago during the incident that made her completely lose trust in what was once their close friend, but also strained her relationship with her sister.

What made this bracelet so special was the words and memory behind it.

Through blurred eyes, the characters carved into the bracelet read ‘ wǒ xuǎn zé le nǐ’ across the bracelet and translated to I chose you

The exact words macaque had said to her when he had proposed to her during a fight against the demon on the battlefield. After the demon had been killed this was their symbol of unity. Their official symbol of their marriage. He had put on her wrist and basically poured his heart out to her about how much he appreciated her and loved her.

He claimed that between her and all powerful weapons the demon they killed might have had, he chose her and would choose her every time.

because her being alive was the most important thing to him at the end of the day and that he was going to follow her into any battle or struggle so long as she would have him.

“You love it?’ macaque asked, wrapping his arms around Rong and rubbing her back as she sobbed into his shirt

“Of course I love it goddammit!” she laughed, wiping her eyes and lifting her head up to press kisses all over his face as they held one another “you know how much it killed me when our bracelet broke! I couldn't even stand wearing jade for years after it had been destroyed!”

Macaque just smiled fondly at her. His heart swelling with pride and joy as she gushed over the bracelet. Just happy to see Rong so overjoyed to have the simple jade bangle back on her wrist again. Reaffirming her love for him and reaffirming how strong their bond was.

after calming down from the joyful moment, Rong leaned her head on his shoulder. taking his hand in hers. Looking up at him with half lidded tear-filled eyes.

“Love you mac” Rong murmured, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Macaque let out a low purr. His tail instinctively wrapping around her wrist and his hand cupping the back of her head as he melted into her soft lips.

“Love you more rong” he replied, pulling rong closer to him. Rong letting out a content sigh, the two of them just staring down at the bracelet and the words inscribed on it. Content and thankful they had one another.

Repeating the phrase in their heads as they glanced at one another

‘I chose you’

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