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help-an-alter · 1 month

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we have three alters who need help with their identities.

one is very cutesy, hyper femme egirl. she's been here for a little while. she wants things related to lovesick, gorey, and video game themes! she would like names, pronouns, and things she would enjoy.

the one is a bit confusing. they're not a human, they mimic humans. they don't talk often. they're very much connected to liminal horror. they want names and things to do. neutral names preferably.

the last one is connected to the umbrella academy. they're sourced specifically off of klaus and five. they want neutral or feminine names related to mystery, tarot, spirits, and time travel. they also want things to do, comforts, and pronouns.

Hello! I did my best with this one, and I hope it can help! However, I highly recommend googling the trigger warnings for the enjoyment recommendations. Particularly with the first alter, many of the things listed are either quite heavy, gorey, or just generally has potentially triggering content. Be safe and have a good day! :]

NAMES: love, aimee, cerise, cherry, cordelia, vevina, esme, carina, adora, amorette/amoretta, avila, carwen, amara/amora, cher, venus, kaira, evie, maisie, lottie, lacey, mimi, rose/rosie, rosanna, winnie, minnie, treasure, admire/admira, willow, veil, annette, ameri, aerith, mercy, mei, sora, techna, mochi, bunny, blossom, evangeline, eleanor, clementine, vivienne, juliet/juliette, nadine, arachne, ariadne, circe, calliope, ambrosine, narcissa, melancholia, grimoire, bite, minerva, miriam, mana, mania, crave, desire, passion, wrath, ophelia

PRONOUNS: ei/eir/eirself, love/loves/loveself, love/sick/lovesickself, heart/hearts/heartself, gut/guts/gutself, rot/rots/rotself, blood/bloods/bloodself, sla/slash/slashself, exe/exe/exeself, vi/vir/virself, vae/vaer/vaerself, do/dove/doveself, ro/roes/roeself, ro/tic/romanticself, cu/pid/cupidself, er/eros/eroself (alt. eris), cru/crush/crushself, stab/stabs/stabself, yan/dere/yandereself (can be done with any archetype), rip/rips/ripself, fle/flesh/fleshself, joy/stick/joystickself, ga/me/gameself (alt. gaming), gli/glitch/glitchself, vid/video/videoself, cli/click/clickself, pix/el/pixelself

THINGS TO ENJOY: doki doki literature club, yandere anime’s (mirai nikki/future diary, happy sugar life, etc), classic horror movies, just cutesy but darker anime’s in general (when they cry, made in abyss, higurashi no naku koro ni, etc), omori, one shot, yume nikki, irisu syndrome, you me and her: a love story (steams version has tons of removed content, but there are sites that provide the full game), katawa shoujo, danganronpa, pony island, school-live, fate/stay night, muv luv (the first is relatively normal, the second is where it gets interesting)

NAMES: scratch, scream, ghost, hyde, corner, ephemeral, mystic(al), surreal, dream, evanescent, kaleido/kaleidoscopic, cthonic, cthulhu, hypno(tic), eerie, vapor, vaporwave, anomic, dim, nocturne, null, veld, nim/nym, nox, quill, carbon, vale/veil, peregrine, sal, maris, lux, poet, cove, vesper, rook, elixer, glow, soul/sol, naren, endelian, viridian, aether, zenith, shrike, heath, crypt, hex, styx, dread, vex, howl, fable, hale, shade, vaughn

THINGS TO ENJOY: lots of roblox games (evade, doors, 3008, apeirophobia, etc), studying the backrooms, looking into architecture related to older buildings, found footage, lost media, the movie don’t worry darling, the movie skinamarink, short films on youtube, learning about folklore, exploring google maps, weirdcore tiktoks, weirdcore games, superliminal, mirrors edge, scp, stanley parable

NAMES: leto, haze, enigma, veil, rune/runa, mystique, wulfrun, calypso, calliope, raven, aradia, blair, sloane, genesis, maze, mazikeen, lilith, medea, elspeth, tamsin, lydia, shiloh, tatiana, lucina, anima, banshee, sybil, cerelia, neander, signe, evening, millennium, lustrum/lustram, sunday, mist(y), gloom, seraph, sera, shade, gargoyle, loom, moon, paige (page of ___), ace, empress

PRONOUNS: tar/aro/tarotself, arc/ana/arcanaself, maj/major/majorself, my/ster/mysteryself, haunt/haunts/hauntself, spi/rit/spiritself, ti/ime/timeself, clo/clocks/clockself, er/era/eraself, dec/ade/decadeself, year/years/yearself, hour/glass/hourglasself, ma/gic/magicself, mana/manas/manaself, gho/ghost/ghostself, sand/sands/sandself, thon/thons/thonself, card/cards/cardself, div/divs/divinityself (alt. divineself, divself), coin/coins/coinself, cup/cups/cupself, wand/wands/wandself, pent/acle/pentacleself, sword/swords/swordself, tar/taro/tarotself, ture/future/futureself, pas/past/pastself, ca/calen/calenderself, cen/centuryself, ve/ven/venself, a/ages/ageself, eni/enis/enigmaself, cry/crypt/cryself (alt. cryptic)

THINGS TO ENJOY / BRING COMFORT: practice several forms of divination (tarot, runes, bone throwing, even playlists can be divination, etc), look into witchcraft and/or paganism, watch time travel related media, explore a graveyard, respectfully clean gravestones, leave offerings to your ancestors (i recommend doing research into this first), create a way to show your identity (ie. bracelet, necklace, etc), cleanse yourself/your home, read mystery novels

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parkerslatte · 1 year

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Come Back To Me

Christopher Lightwood x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: near death experience. mentions of injury and blood.

Summary: While Christopher is close to death, Y/N is the only one who can save him.

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Y/N watched the knife fly through the air and embed itself into Christopher’s shoulder. A scream echoed around her and Y/N didn’t realise that she had made it herself. She was running to where Christopher had collapsed on the floor, his glasses knocked on the floor beside him, the lens cracked. His face was contorted in pain as Cordelia kneeled down to him. As Y/N collapsed next to him she immediately felt the tears spring to her eyes.

As if he could sense her next to him, Christopher opened his eyes and looked at Y/N. No matter how much he tried to hide it, Christopher was in a lot of pain, it showed clearly in his violet eyes. The knife still protruded from his shoulder.

“Y/N,” Christopher said but his eyes were focussed on Tatiana. She wore a wicked smile.

Cordelia stood up and chased after her as she ran leaving Y/N and Christopher alone. Once she was gone, Christopher reached out for her hand and gripped it with surprising strength.

“Does it hurt?” Y/N asked. She knew it was a stupid question but she didn’t care.

Christopher couldn’t find it within himself to lie to her as he nodded and groaned at the movement.

“What happened?” Anna asked as she fell to the ground beside her brother.

“He jumped in front of Cordelia,” Y/N answered, her hand gripping the smallest amount.

Anna brushed his hair out of his eyes. Christopher’s eyes jumped from Y/N to Anna before slowly scanning everyone approaching around him. Cordelia was nowhere to be seen.

“Is Cordelia okay?” Christopher asked.

“She’s fine,” Y/N said. “She went after Tatiana.”

“Someone should go with her,” Christopher said as he tried to sit up, which only caused him to yell out in pain.

Anna tried to sooth him while Y/N pushed him back gently to lie on the floor. “Cordelia is strong. She will be fine.”

Christopher only nodded and closed his eyes, his breathing becoming more ragged. “I’m tired,” he mumbled.

“This isn’t the place for a nap,” Anna said, trying to joke but it didn’t come out the way she intended.

“Just give me…” Christopher said, his voice breathless. “Just give me a minute.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed. “He shouldn’t be this tired. He’s barely bleeding.”

Her and Anna shared a look as the Lightwood girl passed Y/N a knife and Y/N immediately cut away at Christopher’s shirt, exposing where the knife pointed out of his shoulder. Everyone stilled.

Black veins spiralled out from the wound and began to spider out across his chest, close to his heart. Christopher’s chest rose and fell rapidly, as if he couldn’t get enough oxygen into his body.

“The blade was poisoned,” Y/N confirmed. “Christopher, don’t close your eyes.”

His beautiful eyes opened the smallest amount, looking directly at Y/N. “I’ll try.”

Y/N tried to give him a reassuring look but she couldn’t stop the tears from falling. “My bag, I need my bag.”

“What bag?” Ariadne asked from beside Anna.

Y/N couldn’t answer, her words were stuck in her throat as she looked down at Christopher who fought to keep his eyes locked on her.

It was James who answered. “Antidotes for different poisons. That’s what’s in her bag.”

“It’s not here,” Y/N said, her tears falling freely. “I didn’t think I needed it.”

Christopher’s breaths became more laboured and few and far between. The grip he firmly had on Y/N’s hand had slackened and he was barely clutching it, his skin grew colder.

“There is one here,” James said, as if remembering. “In my old room, you asked me to keep in in case of an emergency.”

Y/N didn’t think twice before shooting up and running through the institute. Her legs burned but she didn’t care, her pace didn’t slow for a second. If she lost Christopher, she would never get to tell him how she feels. If she lost Christopher, she would never sit by and watch his experiments explode in his face while she sat and laughed at the surprised expression that blessed his face. If she lost Christopher, Y/N would lose herself.

Once she made it to James’s old room, she ran over to the cabinet in the corner and threw it open, it shook from the force. The bag was still in the same position she had put it years ago. Once she secured it in her tight grip, she was sprinting back through the institute.

As she made it outside, she had noticed Lucie and Jesse now standing to the side, Lucie crying freely. In the distance she saw Thomas and Alastair sprinting towards where the group crowded.

Y/N fell down on the ground next to Christopher, bashing her knee against the ground and pain shot up it but she didn’t care. Her focus was on Christopher. The black veins had spread even further across his chest, now dangerously close to his heart.

“I need to remove the knife,” Y/N whispered.

Christopher’s eyes were not open anymore. They were closed as if he were sleeping peacefully. His chest barely moved and his breathing was incredibly shallow. Y/N knew he didn’t have long left.

“Then do it,” Anna said, not tearing her gaze away from her brother's face.

With shaking hands, Y/N clutched the handle of the knife and removed it from his shoulder. Blood immediately flowed from the wound and across his chest. Y/N pressed her hand against it causing Christopehr to inhale sharply. Good, she thought. He was still aware.

The blood ran between her fingers as she tried to stop it as she turned to her bag and flipped it open with one hand.

“I don’t know what poison she used,” Y/N said, pulling out different vials.

By now Thomas and Alastair were standing just behind Y/N, Thomas collapsed next to Y/N.

“I don’t know what poison it was,” Y/N said, her vision becoming clouded by tears as she desperately tried to find an antidote that would work.

There were many different antidotes in the bag but she knew exactly what each of them could be used for. Christopher didn’t have the time for her to check them all.

“I don’t know…” Y/N cried. “I don’t know how to help him.”

His blood painted her whole hand and wrist red. His chest was still. Y/N’s head snapped to him.

“No, no, no, no,” Y/N muttered. “Christopher, wake up!”

There was no response.

Y/N screamed as everyone cried. She felt Thomas shake with sobs behind her. She couldn’t let Christopher die. She couldn’t let him.

Y/N removed her hand away from his wound and dug through the bag until she reached the bottom. There was one vial smaller than the rest, it was one she had never used and had forgotten about. It was the only chance to save Christopher.

She pulled the cap off and poured it onto the wound and rubbed it in, smearing blood across his chest in the process.

Y/N fell forward, rested her head on his cold chest. “Please…” she begged. Not just to Christopher, but to any force that could save him.

“Please wake up,” Y/N muttered. “If not for me than for Anna. For Thomas. For James. For Matthew. For everyone.”

Y/N closed her eyes as she silently cried upon Christopher’s chest. If he died then she would too. Nothing could move her from his body.

If he didn’t wake up, she would never see his beautiful eyes again. She would never see his shy smile whenever she complimented one of his experiments. She would never see how his eyes would light up when he spoke about anything to do with science. She wouldn’t hear his laugh or the way he spoke when he was just with her. She wouldn’t get to hug him or kiss his cheek to make him a flustered mess. She would never get to see the person she loved more than anything again.

“Please, wake up,” Y/N croaked out.

There was only the sound of sobs and sniffles, other than that it was silent as the world seemed to stand still.

Time only seemed to resume when Y/N felt the smallest, shallowest movement.

“Y/N,” Thomas whispered from behind her. “Look.”

Y/N opened her eyes and lifted her head from Christopher’s chest. The black veins began to retract back to the wound in his shoulder before coming out in black bursts that trickled down his side until nothing was left.

Thomas’s stele was in hand as he began to draw many iratzes on Christopher’s arm. Colour came back to his face and everyone watched in amazement.

Christopher’s eyes opened the smallest amount, his eyes locking on Y/N’s. “Y/N…”

They fell closed again as he was pulled back into unconsciousness. His chest fell up and down rhythmically. He was simply just asleep.

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Belial was gone. Tatiana was gone. And Christopher lay in an infirmary bed. The blood had been cleaned from his face and body. There was a scar from where the blade dug in deep. Y/N only wished that she would rid him of it, rid himself of the memory.

While everyone stayed in London, Y/N was the only one to go through the portal to Idris. Y/N wanted to stay and help but with her shattered kneecap, she was in no position to help. And they all felt reassured that she could explain everything that happened to Christopher.

Y/N would never forget the look on Gabriel and Cecily’s faces as Christopher was wheeled through the portal. Despite Y/N knowing he was only in a deep sleep, he looked dead. His blood covered his chest and he was deathly pale, despite some colour returning to his face. She would never forget the tight hugs Christopher’s parents gave her when she explained the whole story.

She sat next to his bed, her hand clutching his. Ever since he had arrived, she had barely moved only to allow the silent brothers to look over him. He still hadn’t woken up but she occasionally felt his fingers twitch in his sleep. She wondered what he dreamt about.

It was two days before Christopher finally woke up. Y/N was still by his side reading a book aloud to him. She was in the middle of a sentence when he spoke up, his voice hoarse.

“Can you start it again? I like this story.”

Y/N’s head snapped to look at him and found him looking at her, smiling.

“You’re awake,” Y/N said, tears brimming her eyes. She moved to sit on the edge of his bed as he beckoned her closer.

“You saved me,” Christopher said, clutching her hand in his.

“I thought I lost you,” Y/N said. “There was a moment where you stopped breathing.”

“You saved me,” Christopher repeated, squeezing her hand.

Y/N smiled. “I would stop at nothing to save you.”

Christopher sat up. The silent brother told Y/N that he would still ache for a while during the healing process so Y/N quickly helped him sit up, propping a pillow behind his back.

When he was fully sat up, Christopher reached forward and cupped Y/N’s cheek and wiped away the tear she didn’t know had escaped. She leant into his touch.

“I am never letting you leave me again,” Y/N said.

“Good,” Christopher said. “Because I don’t want you to leave me.”

Y/N leaned forward and rested her forehead against his and closed her eyes, savouring the moment. “When you stopped breathing, I thought I would never have this opportunity.”

“What opportunity?” Christopher questioned.

Y/N sighed. “To tell you that I am in love with you.”

Christopher smiled. “I am glad I lived to hear you say that, because I am in love with you too.”

Before Y/N had the chance to respond, Christopher pressed a kiss to her lips. Y/N kissed him back with just as much love and compassion he kissed her with.

Y/N broke it soon after to simply wrap him in a hug, burying her head into his neck, careful to avoid where his shoulder ached the most.

Christopher’s arms wrapped around her waist and hugged her back tightly, not caring at all about the ache in his body.

“Thank you,” he mumbled. “For saving me.”

“I would save you a million times over just for you to come back to me,” Y/N said. The sound of his heart beating was a welcome one.

“I will always come back to you,” Christopher said and the two remained together on the infirmary bed. Nothing could harm them if they were together.

#christopher lightwood #christopher lightwood x reader #lightwood #the last hours #the last hours x reader #christopher lightwood x Fem!reader #shadowhunters #shadowhunter chronicles

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easily-distracted-ivashkov · 1 year

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Honestly I think a lot of us who became fans of Adrian in VA was due to the fact of what age we read VA. Me personally I was 17/18 when I read VA and was already so over the moody, never wants to open up emotionally distant Male leads in books by that point. That when Adrian came in, it was a breath of fresh air. He made jokes, never pretended to be something he wasn't, was honest about what Spirit was doing to him, and called out people when he had to. He was the most crystal clear character I had read to that point. And Richelle did a great job of transitioning him to the Bloodlines series, and even though Bloodlines is considered YA. It felt like the book was more college age than anything else. I really love VA, but Rose really had these rose color glasses on for Dimitri. She didn't want to see anything and held him up to such a high standard. That I truly preferred the moments in the series where her mind wasn't so Dimitri focused. Blood Promise is my Favorite book in VA and even though it was about Rose going to find Dimitri. It was such a nice break getting away from the constant Dimitri/Lissa cycle she was on.

Hello there!! I absolutely agree. I think the reason why so many people hate or dislike Adrian is because they all saw him from Rose's point of view and let's be honest, she never painted him in a good light nor ever truly gave him a chance. Not even as a friend. Even as a friend she treated him so poorly like he was just a nuisance and it annoyed me so much. Even after Tatiana was murdered and he fell into drinking to cope, she labeled him a coward and she was dating him, that was what made me dislike Rose so much. She saw him as lesser and weak when he was in a very vulnerable position and yet, he still helped her and no one ever gives him credit for helping her even when his heart was broken when he had every right to not help. She used him, plain and simple. There's no arguing with that.

Adrian is dare I say, the most in depth character Richelle created in that series. He is interesting and he is so much more than what we see and I'm so glad that Bloodlines gave him chapters from his own perspective. He got the redemption he deserved in those books. I can go on and on about how wonderful of a character he is. I love Adrian with all of my heart.

#adrian ivashkov is absolutely precious #adrian ivashkov #my baby #i adore him so much #vampire academy #bloodlines #rose hathaway #sydney sage #sydrian #va #dimitri belikov #vampire academy series #q&a session #q&a game #answered ask

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ceragondubs · 2 years

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Here is our completed fan voice over for Haold and Tatiana's Love Story in Blood in Roses!!

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girlinthetardis04 · 5 months

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Behold

Blood in Roses fandom, I bring you... ✨OCs✨

Neither of them are MC/Mina, they come from a third timeline, I'll explain in a later post.

Short explanation:

Rory, short for Aurora, is an inventor from the village (hehe steampunk aesthetic go brrr), but her gadgets have a tendency to go haywire. She found the hotel while trying to retrieve one of her inventions, and that's where she met Evan. She's a bit of a scatterbrain, think something like Gadget Hackwrench mixed with Pinkie Pie.

Robin is actually the cousin of Mina, so since she's also part of Tatiana's bloodline, her story follows Cedric's route broad strokes. The difference is that she met him in the village and, like Dominik, thought he was a human at first. She's more low-key than Rory, and also a hopeless romantic.

Also both of them remain human at the end of their "routes"

#me? actually creating content for my ocs?#it's a miracle #rory (blood in roses)#robin (blood in roses)#ocs be upon ye #blood in roses #evan #cedric #my post

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memoria-99 · 3 months

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Drew something for Blood in Roses!

Like in WH, I slightly changed something about the canon characters and added my OCs.

Unlike WH though, didn't changed much about canon ones cuz they are already interesting.

So what I changed are...

Witch MC's power. She looked kinda powerless as a witch compared to the hunter MC. So for the balance, I decided to make her more powerful. Now she's a genius in potions, including the one giving life to lifeless beings(like creating Rosapast), and the master of curse and blessings.

Hunter MC's name. I can't agree both MCs could have a same name when their history and appearance are different. I think the devs were just too lazy to give another name for the second one. I call her Ruby, because that was the first name that came to mind when I saw her. I think it quite suits her eye and hair color. So the witch MC is Mina, and the hunter MC is Ruby for me.

I didn't change anything for Bridget and Matilda. I decided they're more than fine just the way they already are.

And there are my two OCs.

The silver haired one is Clara, the daughter born between Tatiana and Harold.

The dark blue haired one is Alice, the incarnation of the blue rose.

I'll write more infos about these two in another post.

#blood in roses #shall we date blood in roses #blood in roses witch mc #blood in roses hunter mc #blood in roses bridget #blood in roses matilda #my characters #my oc #fanart

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starseneyes · 2 years

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Romitri - Rose / Dimitri - Vampire Academy - Season 1 - Ep 8

Welcome to my Meta for episode 8 of Season 1 of Vampire Academy on Peacock! If you’d like to catch up:

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SPOILER ALERT: I will spoil absolutely everything. So, reader beware. I haven’t yet read the books, so feel free to fill in the blanks, if you like!

All set? Great! Let’s dive in.

The Trials

Talk about a name of an episode having a million meanings. Yes, obviously there’s the Royal Trials. But there’s also the trial of Romitri, of Dragonzera, of Dimitri’s faith, of Rose’s resolve, and of how far a person is willing to go for what they want.

Look, coming into this episode, I was ready for bad. Like, really bad.

I actually predicted the “big minute 41 twist” based on telegraphing earlier in the season, and it was actually more tame than I expected. I knew this episode was going to hurt. And it did. Did it hurt so good? Or just burn away the last shreds of hope? Let’s dive in to find out.

“I’ll have another.”

We find Rose at the bar, the camera paying special attention to her Molnija mark... a mark left permanently on her flesh by the blood of her friend, and the ink of her almost-lover.

Rose is drinking away her sorrows. But her imagination is getting away with her, along with her liquor. Mason’s the one to find her and carry her out of there. She holds onto him as they go.

Now, I’ve seen some people compare this to Dimitri carrying her home. There are some parallels, sure. I think this week we’re going to see Rose seeing Mason there for her when Dimitri isn’t, and even though she doesn’t love Mason, it’s enough for her to lean into him. He’s something stable when everything else in her life has gone to sh*t.

“Lately I’ve been feeling... unmoored. Have you ever doubted any of it? All of it?”

Dimitri is feeling lost, and repulsive as Tatiana is, we know that she is manipulating him. She’s presenting herself as a “kindred spirit”, as someone to whom he can relate. She wants him to share information with him. She wants him to open up. She wants to get something she can use against him or someone else. This is what she does.

But Dimitri doesn’t see it. Because right now he needs someone to anchor him in his faith, again.

Belief systems are tricky, and when you come up in a very restrictive one, any step out of line can feel like the most egregious sin. I can speak to this personally, and I find it so strange that much as I relate to Rose, there are moments I actually relate more to Dimitri.

Trust me, he’s lost. He’s faltering and flailing, and without the foundational functionality of his faith, he finds himself wondering who he is. Who is he without his structure? He honestly doesn’t know.

“But if faith were easy, it wouldn’t need to be practiced.”

It’s exactly what he needs to hear. He needs someone to help him feel rooted, again. Tatiana is an instrument in his convincing himself that he can go backwards. He needs to believe that he can separate himself from Rose, that he can move on as before, that he can still be the golden boy.

Because a part of him needs this.

He needs the rigidity to convince himself he’s a good person. Dimitri’s faith and life negate the acceptance of gray. You’re either a good soldier or might as well be Strigoi.

Tatiana is filling a space in his life right now. We all know what she truly is. We all know what she wants, ultimately. But, he can’t see it, right now. Because she is what he needs her to be in this moment—a voice of reason. Or so he believes.

Rose Takes Off After Dimitri

Besides the convenience of Plot, I have no idea what Dimitri is doing over in this area, especially just strolling around, but Rose loses her thoughts when she sees him. She wants to talk to him.

And Meredith and Mason are so aware that something’s up. They’re both annoyed with Rose for taking off in the middle of something important.

But Dimitri is important, too.

And she wants to talk to him. But by the time she gets out there, he’s gone. It’s so indicative of where they are right now. They can’t even be together in the safety of the sun. She can see him through the glass, but she can’t reach him. He’s unreachable to her, now.

Rose Runs from Lissa

You can tell which one hurt worse.

Look, I’m not saying she doesn’t love Dimitri, but Lissa was her ride-or-die best friend, and Lissa’s rejection hurt a thousand times worse. Lissa took away Rose’s agency by trying to protect her.

And as Meredith and Mason look to one another, it’s clear they want to know what’s going on with Rose. They’re all growing closer as the season goes on, but Rose is shutting everyone out. Everything hurts and she can’t reopen wounds right now.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I’m not talking to anyone else, because you are still the person that I trust.”

I love how she knows his routes. She could just join him, and know exactly where he was going to be. It’s such a nice detail.

“There’s more going on around here than you think, including possible treason.”

She’s trying to appeal to him, to get him to listen to her, to get him to help her. But he’s riding on the high of Tatiana’s affirmation.

Look, when you have a belief system your entire life that you’ve woven into the core of your being, it’s hard to know who you are without it. It’s hard to know how to exist if it’s not the center, any longer.

I’ve seen it happen with many people who grew up in a belief system that was constricting and confining, but felt like a snug embrace. Breaking out of that is not easy and it’s not instant. Sometimes, people balk and push back against it.

That’s where Dimitri is right now. He’s pushing back against Rose and her challenging of everything he knows. He’s trying to burrow back into his belief.

“Come on! I know you think we shouldn’t be talking right now, but-” “It’s not what I think. It’s what has to be.”

And he really thinks he has a handle on it—control. He thinks that if he can cut her off like a bad drug, he’ll be fine and she’ll be fine. But, note how he stopped when she called him out. All it took was her tonal shift, and he totally stopped in his tracks.

“I’ve put you at risk. I’ve all but put Lissa at risk.”

He’s keeping his distance, not closing the space between them like he ordinarily would (even before they became snogging buddies). He’s trying to rationalize all the things he has done wrong. He thinks he has a sin to atone for. He thinks that what he’s done is unforgivable and he needs to somehow atone.

All he did was fall in love.

But love isn’t allowed. Not between Damphirs. It’s a fantasy.

“I recall. I was there making my own choices.”

Rose is the one to step forward, to eliminate a little of the distance between them, to try to remind him that she’s a capable woman and that he didn’t do anything to her. She had a choice at every turn.

Their first kiss was mostly her, for goodness sake. She never asked him to stop because she wanted it all. She was the one drawing him out to dance.

“Were you? The only reason you think you have a choice is because you were raised by a powerful Moroi family who pretended that you being a Damphir didn’t matter.”

Ouch. I think of Alexei and Eloise... Alexei was “an influential Royal” so they looked the other way. They were allowed to marry. They were allowed love. But the second Alexei was gone, Eloise went straight to the Communes. The reality that she was a Damphir never disappeared... it only dissipated so long as Alexei lived.

Dimitri is right, of course. He grew up in a completely different way. Angry as Rose is at her mother, she had the Dragomirs. Dimitri had a single mother in the Communes with younger sisters to take care of. He had abuse. He had trauma.

His faith was the anchor to get him through.

“Maybe if I’d had that, I’d believe that I could do anything, too. But I don’t.”

I don’t believe in myself. I don’t believe I have a choice. I don’t believe I can be trusted with choice.

He’s so lost. Dimitri is lost.

Remember his words from the last episode, “I shouldn’t have let this happen” in relations to Lissa and Adrian seeing the Heretic... as though that would have changed anything or taken away their Spirit Magic and the truth of their Saints. Somehow, Dimitri makes everything his fault.

It’s a special kind of trauma... and he’s digging deeper into it, now. Rose wants to smack him out of it, but there are talons hidden beneath the sinking sand that hook into Dimitri, tearing at him with every one of Rose’s well-meant tugs.

“All I have is this life and the faith that has helped me endure it.”

He never dreamt of another life... until Rose... until she showed him he could find joy in freedom. He accepted the life he’d been dealt, and after seeing the slip of control in a moment’s hesitation... he’s clinging hard to this life, for better or worse.

“I can’t lose that, Rose.”

But can you lose her? Can you really lose Rose completely and not be fractured forever?

The stupid man thinks he can push her away, that she’ll be fine, that he’ll be fine. He’s so busy rationalizing his sins that he’s forgotten how to feel. He’s acting on reason while she’s appealing to his heart that he’s locked away, tighter than ever.

He speaks to her as an equal, here, which is significant. But, he’s speaking to a wall as much as she is. Rose is all emotion, right now, despite trying to have a reasonable conversation.

“It’s not that I don’t want to help you. It’s that I can’t.”

He’s outlining a blueprint for survival and she’s aching for poetry. She steps a little closer, and he almost imperceptibly pulls back... away from the temptation. Away from everything he truly wants.

“This faith that you’re holding onto with a death grip is supporting an unfair system that is never going to change. Maybe you should be the one who does.” “I’m sorry. Am I interrupting something?”

F*ck off, Tatiana. But, the b*tch knows how to choose her moment.

Sorry, y’all, I’m really saucy about her. (and she is BRILLIANTLY written and performed) But, she was most definitely listening in, because if Dimitri was going to consider any of Rose’s words, it might have been this. Instead, he’s redirected to his anchor.

Remember, he’s feeling unmoored. He’s looking for an anchor... even if it sinks him to the depths and leaves him to drown. He’s not thinking that far ahead. He wants the same comfort and solace he sought at the altar after the death of his best friend—and he’s found it temporarily in Tatiana.

All by her design, of course, but Dimitri’s being a bit of a stupid boy at the moment.

“I came to watch you train. I want to see what I’m putting all my faith in.” “Faith in what? What for?”

Rose gives no sh*ts about Tatiana being a Royal. Remember, she grew up with the love of the Dragomirs, so she’s probably long been aware of Tatiana being a venomous snake. She has no need to show her respect, despite the societal norms that demand she should.

“Guardian Belikov has agreed to be my champion in the second trial, the trial by Proxy.”

Dimitri’s looking away. He knows Rose and he knows she isn’t going to like this.

But Rose doesn’t understand my faith so she doesn’t understand why I’d do this for Tatiana.

It’s “the othering” that Tatiana does so well. She does it with the Royals and she does it here with Dimitri. She’s great at separating people and creating divides. She’s trying to divide these two.

“He won’t beat Dimitri, but I can. I know how he thinks, how he moves. I understand him better than anyone. I will win this, so pick me.”

Rose can’t let Tatiana be Queen. Dimitri wasn’t there when she and the other Novices overheard Tatiana’s plans for Damphirs on the Royal Tour. And Dimitri won’t listen to her. As far as she’s concerned, he’s drunk the Duty Koolaid, especially if he’s going to back a sniveling, manipulative, abusive, madwoman like Tatiana.

And—let’s be honest—she wants to beat the sh*t out of him.

The Fight

Why the f*ck are there clowns? I mean, just why!? As someone who grew up terrified of the things... that was jarring and bizarre. Royals are into some kinky stuff, friends.

“When are you going to tell me what she did that hurt so much?” “I have a fight to prepare for.”

Rose is playing off that it’s just Lissa that’s got her off, but we all know it’s Lissa and Dimitri that’s got her off her game. And Rose doesn’t tell these things to Mason.

Because, despite it all, Dimitri is still the one she trusts.

And I feel for Mason because he is all-in as far as Rose is concerned. He’s the one helping her get ready for the fight. He really is being there for her this entire episode in a selfless way. It’s very sweet, but your heart breaks for the kid because we all know that at worst, he’s the one she settles for. And he deserves to be with someone who sees him as he sees her.

“And Lord Dashkov has selected Novice Rose Hathaway.”

This is the first time Dimitri’s hearing this. Up until this moment, he’s been in a Rose-free headspace, prepared to fight for Faith and what’s right against whoever Victor chose. Choosing Rose has thrown a wrench in Dimitri’s plans for the night. Shrouded in darkness, he turns around to see her—completely still, bathed in red like blood.

Lissa looks to Christian in surprise. She didn’t see this coming, and last she knew these two were an item. Now they’re going to fight?

Dimitri tries to take a steadying breath, but this is his worst nightmare. For the sake of duty, he needs to harm the woman he loves.

F*ck duty.

“What are you doing here?”

Rose looks over to Tatiana who gives her a measured look. Tatiana didn’t expect this.

“I’m here to beat some sense into you.”

Not her. Do what you need to do. Do your duty. But if you’re going to do this, you need to understand the monster you’re doing it for.

Dimitri once said he wouldn’t bet against Rose Hathaway. I’m hoping everyone here who was betting was smart enough to bet on her.

Look, I know some have said, “Rose needs this fight”. But this is different. It’s not that simple. Yes, she wants to beat the crap out of him. Yes, she’s hurting. But she also needs to convince herself that he’s not her person anymore.

If he does hit duty, here, she can finally let go of him in her heart, right? She can finally see him as irredeemable. She can finally embrace Mason without feeling guilty.

And Rose throws the first blow, taking him off-guard.

They battle. They move. They grab one another’s chins, trying to gain control of the moment.

“Tatiana Vogel is everything I hate about this place.” “I do what I’m told.” “Right. Your fucking duty.”

Rose is raw, but she is trying to make a point. And he’s missing it. He’s clinging so hard to what makes sense to him that he’s failing to see how none of it actually makes sense. He’s convinced himself that it does.

“Why are you doing this?” “Apparently, it’s the only way you’ll listen.”

He’s horrified, here. Remember, his worst fear is that he’s a violent menace like his father. Rose hasn’t considered that when she decided to do this—or if she has, she’s pushed it so far out of her mind as to think her actions are justified.

But this is sending him spiraling worse than before while she’s trying so hard to pull him to steady ground.

“You want me to stop? Win.”

And there it is. Do your duty. If he does his duty, then it proves he’s too far gone... that she can let go. Do your duty.

“You’re taking it easy on me.” “Or maybe you’re just that good.” “Bullshit.”

This throws me back to the Benchmarks, when Mason told her that Dimitri went easy on her. And then Dimitri told her he was going to come harder for her the next time. She’s looking for the holes. She’s looking for justification. She’s looking for something to make the pain stop as much as he is.

He thinks he can anchor to Tatiana and find peace in his prayers. She thinks she can untether from Dimitri and find release in her wrists.

They’re both thinking past one another instead of working together, and we know that they need each other more than they know. They’re both spiraling in their separate cyclones, too scared and stupid to reach out and steady one another.

“What kind of champion refuses to fight?” “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He grabs onto her face, demonstrating the real control he could wield over her... He’s capable of it. He keeps it at bay. He keeps it locked up. He banishes it. But he is trying to make the point and get through to her.

But he touches a nerve instead.

“It’s too late.”

He has hurt her. He’s gutted her in ways she didn’t know she could still hurt after losing the Dragomirs and dealing with all the other sh*t of her life.

“Your honor as a champion is on the line here, comrade. Come on. Our duty won’t let us be together? Then do your fucking duty.”

She’s taunting him, pushing him, enticing him to fight. But that last bit touches a nerve. It hurts. It aches. It burns. And it bursts out of him before he can wrestle it back. He hits her with an uppercut, sending her flying and Tatiana cheering.

He’s watching Rose hurt... suffer... struggle. And somehow the physical act has finally broken through his understanding. I hurt her. Yes, you did, Dimitri. And Tatiana is cheering you on, applauding your efforts, as you hurt the woman you love.

Dimitri breaks.

He completely breaks. He closes his eyes and accepts his fate as she comes for him. Because he will accept whatever punishment she dolls out. He will allow whatever she wishes to make this right.

I deserve this.

He truly believes it. And he thinks that he can atone for it right here and now instead of working through the muck, instead of putting in the effort, instead of fighting for what’s good and right in the world. Because everything he believes and understands is tethered to a system of oppression and abuse that he’s embraced as gospel.

And it’s something that happens so often to trauma victims, especially those with childhood trauma. We sometimes grab onto something that gives us structure without realizing it’s constricting us, tightening around us like a serpent ready to snap.

“That’s what I thought.”

And Rose is so wrapped in her own pain that she doesn’t see his. Doesn’t realize it’s breaking him. She sees the man who hurt her and not the man who is also hurting.

The bell is rung. She’s won the fight. But it’s not enough for Rose. She wants him to fight her. She wants him to give her that excuse she needs to finally let him go. She’s pent up on anger, aggression, and heartache.

“Fight back!”

But he won’t fight her. He can’t. He won’t.

Because in this moment he chose Rose.

And he will always choose Rose... even when she can’t see it.

He shakes his head... he’s not fighting her.

She hits him. And hits him. And it finally hits her that she’s going too far. All eyes are on her... and on the beating she’s giving a fellow Damphir.

Lissa looks to Mason, as does Meredith. Mason can only mouth, “I don’t know.”

Because nobody knows. Rose doesn’t talk about these things. She doesn’t talk about her hurt. She doesn’t talk about her pain. If she had a person, Dimitri was that person... and her person is the one currently on the ground bleeding... and she’s the one who put him there.

“You’re a fucking mess, Rose.”

Poor Mason. He is being a good friend. And he deeply cares about her. And she does need help, whether she wants it or not. And he’s smart enough to realize he’s not the one to give it.

“I came to apologize. I should not have begun that fight knowing there was no way I could do what I had to do to win.”

Technically, Rose started that fight when you still wanted to talk. But, there it is. You knew you couldn’t purposefully hurt Rose. You couldn’t do it.

It’s not that I don’t want to... It’s that I can’t. His own words come back around in reverse. He wanted to do what he needed to... but he couldn’t... because it was Rose.

“My value here has been... compromised.”

He thinks he isn’t valuable. He thinks he’s broken. He thinks he can’t do the job. He can’t do his duty.

He’s so bloody broken.

And I get this. I get growing up with childhood trauma and internalizing it... thinking that everything is your fault because it has to be. It has to be you who caused the problem because you know you were the problem as a child, so you have to be the problem as an adult.

You’re the failure. You’re the problem. You screwed up. You did it wrong.

What’s wrong with you? How could you do this?

The negative self talk is deafening and damning. He’s so f*cking lost.

“You’re in love with that girl, aren’t you?”

I don’t think Tatiana realized it until now. And Dimitri knows it, but can’t verbalize it. That would be another sin.

But the look he gives her is so close to the one he gave Alberta when she called him out on the “extra training” he’d been giving Rose. He’s caught. The other person is right. Damnit.

“But you can’t be with her without sacrificing the duty you pledged to the Saints. So you’ve chosen not to be with her at all.”

Tatiana is, once again, acting as his anchor. She calls out “the Saints” specifically, pulling him closer toward the Faith and further away from Rose. She knows what she’s doing. He’s vulnerable and broken, and she’s preying on him.

He needs an anchor. And she knows it. She makes him feel wanted and seen without having to compromise his beliefs. She’s giving him an out... and he’s so broken that he takes it.

Because he needs this anchor to justify everything he’s ever been... because Rose challenges everything he’s ever known and believed.

Dimitri chains himself to the anchor as it drags him down... because he wants the safety of direction without taking into account the true costs to his soul.

And as they kiss, he can’t even touch her. Because it’s not about love. It’s about feeling something with someone who knows the proper order of things and can offer him absolution for his sins. He feels... seen and validated. Like, all the sacrifices he’s making are the right ones, and that his Faith is justified.

And he’s so lost, wafting in the wind without a direction. And this woman comes along with a familiar song that he’s heard a thousand times, and he listens to the siren who sings him to his doom because the tune is familiar and stirs in him something that resembles who he believes himself to be—righteous and true.

Never mind his true sins are on display, for his pride and stubbornness are blocking him from true happiness with the woman he truly loves.

“We both need to find our way without each other.”

As Dimitri sacrifices a part of his soul to find perceived absolution, Rose cuts off a part of hers in an act of self-preservation.

“I have to be loyal to myself for a change. I have to make my life count.”

And Rose finally lets Mason in a little. And it hurts. It aches. Because she’s doing the same thing as Dimitri, right now. She’s looking for someone who doesn’t make it hurt more. She’s looking for someone who makes her feel justified, someone who makes her feel like she doesn’t have to change, someone who won’t expect her to be anything more than she is.

But that’s the dance of Dimitri and Rose... they make each other better. Dimitri helps Rose to be more disciplined and to consider her actions. Rose helps Dimitri to set aside his rigidity and actually live and enjoy life a little.

They draw one another out in the best and worst ways, but growth is often intertwined with pain, because we don’t want to move out of our comfort zone. Dimitri and Rose are magnets, but to get to one another, they both have to move out of their comfort zones. Right now, they’re both desperate for them.

They’re both looking for someone else, right now, who can make it hurt a little less. And that’s what sucks for poor Mason, because he’s all-in. And Rose is trying to convince herself that she is, too.

And Dimitri is trying to convince himself that he was right and Rose is wrong, and that his Faith is enough to carry him through. But, he’s so blind in his agony that he’s oblivious to Tatiana’s true intentions.

I see a lot of people saying, how could you!? to Dimitri... and while I think his choice is abhorrent, he’s completely broken, right now. He wants to feel something besides the pain of losing Rose, the fear of his own faltering faith, and the darkness that he’s worked so hard to keep at bay.

Dimitri is digging in his heels.

And Rose is running away.

They’re so opposite and yet so the same. Stubborn to the core. And, we can only hope that someday these two realize what we already know—they’re so much better together.

WOW, I got this one out a lot faster than expected. But, I saw some abuse of Kieron Moore, and I think that spurred it on. Look, these actors are crushing it, but they aren’t responsible for their character’s choices. I’ve read the articles from Kieron about his struggles with the scene. He was honest. He was earnest. He worked hard to understand what would drive Dimitri there even as he’s shaking his head at the guy.

And I have a real big problem with abusing actors. I grew up on film sets. I grew up around young stars. I saw them go from actors nobody knew to international sensations, and I saw how their lives changed, for better or worse. These actors aren’t responsible for their character’s choices and don’t deserve any criticism or vitriol for what their characters do.

Alright, I’ll get off the soap box, now. It just really strikes a nerve.

As always, thank you for reading. Stay tuned for more angst and heartbreak next week courtesy of our favorite forbidden lovers who are too stubborn for their own good.

#Vampire Academy #Vampire Academy Peacock #Rose Hathaway #Dimitri Belikov #Rose x Dimitri #Dimitri x Rose #Romitri #Kieron Moore #Sisi Stringer

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THE NIGHT HOURS 🫀

→ ilia lantsov

“She was born to die, and resurrected again, the Corpse Princess with a shadow in her stead.”

The youngest heir to the Ravkan Royal Family, Ilia Lantsov should have had all the luxuries afforded to a royal child. With her eldest brother Vasily first in line for the throne, both her and her favourite brother Nikolai were allowed to do as they pleased, to live life as they so choosed. Nikolai did as he wanted, denouncing all responsibilities, sometimes gone from the palace months at a time. In her dreams, Ilia went with him, travelling the world with nothing but adventure and adrenaline at her side.

But fate had other plans. Ilia Lantsov, precious daughter to the Queen Consort, was born a Grisha.

Showing signs even before she was tested, it was announced early on that the Princess was Corporalki, a Healer, and tensions soon rose over whether she would be kept in the Little Palace with the others, or stay as Princess. Little was done to quell the rumours soon spreading across the land, and it seemed the King and Queen themselves were not sure what to do with their daughter.

All that came to an end on her 10th birthday, when Ilia escaped the confines of the palace for a stroll in the woods. There she was set upon by a horde of Drüskelle. Beaten within an inch of her life, Ilia was saved by the leader of the Second Army himself, General Kirigan, and brought back to the palace. Her limp body was presented to her parents, blood coating so much of her it was hard to tell whether she still had a face.

That day, in the throne room surrounded by nobles and Grisha alike, Ilia Lantsov died.

But in their grief, the Royal Family refused to believe that was their child’s fate. One storming night, the Queen arrived on the Darklings doorstep, and pleaded that he bring back her precious daughter. The General warned Tatiana of what could come of such darkness, that Ilia might never return, and if she did, she would not be the same. But the Queen did not care, and so Kirigan set about resurrecting her child.

For three days the Darkling stayed with the corpse of Ilia Lantsov, and for three days all of Ravka seemed to hold it’s breath. On the fifth day the General emerged, his clothes sweat through, blood pumping from his nose. Inside the room, shadows seemed to dance, and a foul stench pooled at the edges of what was real and what was delusion. But there in the centre, on a bed of the deepest crimson, the Princess was reborn.

#fyeahgrishaverseocs #allaboutocs #ocappreciation #ochub #ocs #ilia lantsov #the night hours #SURPRISE!!!#not what i expected to publish today but i can’t get her out of my mind #she’s my little traumatized baby gorl #you’re going to love her!!

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 6 months

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💖 Sapphic Books Coming Out April 2024

🩷 There's something especially sweet about a sapphic romance. Here are only a few of the amazing sapphic books hitting shelves in April 2024. Which ones are you adding to your ever-growing TBR?

💖 What's your favorite sapphic book?

[ List below. ]

Contemporary 💖 A Happy Good Girl - Marissa Higgins 💖 A Case for Discretion - Ashley Moore 💖 Thawing the CEO - Emily Hayes 💖 Aubrey McFadden Is Never Getting Married - Georgia Beers 💖 The Broken Lines of Us - Shia Woods 💖 Rainbow Overalls - Maggie Fortuna 💖 Here Come the Brides - Micheala Lynn 💖 Houseswap 101 - Jaime Clevenger 💖 Sweet on You - Shannon O'Connor 💖 Sing, I - Ethel Rohan 💖 Light Betrays Us - Greta Rose West 💖 Moving Hearts - Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue 💖 The Last Love Song - Kalie Holford 💖 Playing For Keeps - Jennifer Dugan 💖 Truly, Madly, Deeply - Alexandria Bellefleur 💖 Finally Fitz - Marisa Kanter 💖 Every Time You Hear That Song - Jenna Voris 💖 Women! In! Peril! - Jessie Ren Marshall 💖 Revisiting Summer Nights - Ashley Bartlett 💖 Leather, Lace, and Locs - Anne Shade 💖 So Long Sad Love - Mirion Malle 💖 Girls Night - I.S. Belle 💖 Here We Go Again - Alison Cochrun 💖 Pillow Talk - Stephanie Cooke, Mel Valentine 💖 Good Bones - Aurora Ray 💖 Crash Landing - Li Charmaine Anne 💖 Winnie Nash Is Not Your Sunshine - Nicole Melleby

Paranormal/Horror 💖 Bloodline - Jenn Alexander 💖 Grey Dog - Elliott Gish 💖 Cranberry Cove - Hailey Piper 💖 Court of Wanderers - Rin Chupeco 💖 Something Kindred - Ciera Burch 💖 Blood City Rollers - V.P. Anderson, Tatiana Hill

Fantasy 💖 Call Forth a Fox - Markelle Grabo 💖 Someone You Can Build a Nest In - John Wiswell 💖 Off With Their Heads - Zoe Hana Mikuta 💖 Calling of Light - Lori M. Lee 💖 To a Darker Shore - Leanne Schwartz 💖 The Final Curse of Ophelia Cray - Christine Calella 💖 Saint-Seducing Gold - Brittany N. Williams 💖 A Sweet Sting of Salt - Rose Sutherland 💖 Darker by Four - June C.L. Tan 💖 The Map That Led to You - Ella McLeod 💖 The Merciless King of Moore High - Lily Sparks

Historical 💖 Lighthouse Keeper - Eliza Lentzski

Mystery/Thriller 💖 Rough Trade - Katrina Carrasco 💖 Molten Death - Leslie Karst 💖 Eye of the Ouroboros - Megan Bontrager 💖 Text Me When You Get This - Frances Lucas 💖 Paige Not Found - Jen Wilde

Sci-Fi 💖 Moon Dust in My Hairnet - J.R. Creaden 💖 Hearts Still Beating - Brooke Archer 💖 Harley Quinn: Redemption - Rachael Allen 💖 In Universes - Emet North

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tiremascriancasdasala · 1 year

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Achei isso perdido num arquivo antigo, editei 2 ou 3 respostas et voilá! (:

Color Asks

red: describe your favorite shirt

Cinza, decote em V e tem um pequeno furo na frente.

orange: if you could, would you change your eye color? why? to what color, if so?

Não mudaria.

yellow: name of an artist you think is underappreciated

Alabama Shakes.

green: do you have a favourite flower?

Gérberas.

blue: preferred type of weather?

Qualquer um que não me faça suar: fresco, frio, ventandinho...

magenta: do you keep your fingernails long or short?

Short. With dark nail polish.

turquoise: favorite sea animal?

Polvos.

fuchsia: favorite land animal?

Cachorro.

cyan: are you religious? spiritual?

Religiosa não. Talvez um pouco (bem pouco) espiritual.

sea green: can you fold a fitted sheet?

Sinceramente, eu nem nunca tentei. Faço um “bolinho” e tá ótimo.

violet: are you a part of the lgbt+ community?

Não. Meu defeito é ser hétero. ):

amber: what's saved as your phone's lockscreen?

Uma linda estampa da Pip Studio. (:

aqua: do you thrift?

Sim!

pink: what's your natural hair color?

Grisalho.

beige: have any pets? what're their names?

Nop.

black: would you ever try going vegetarian or vegan?

Não!

coral: an animal you wish hadn't gone extinct

Mamute.

grey: how many languages do you speak? do you want to learn any more?

Português, inglês e castelhano.

maroon: do you care for clothing brands?

Nem um pouco!

rose: favourite scent on a person?

Cheiro de banho tomado.

charcoal: have you ever been camping?

Jamais!

claret: do you play an instrument? do you want to learn to play any?

Não.

copper: gold or silver jewelry?

Silver.

cream: any piercings or tattoos? do you want any?

Nenhum piercing. Umas 19 tattoos.

salmon: how many pairs of sunglasses do you own?

Três.

ebony: would you ever want to play a game on television? (jeopardy, family fued, etc)

Nunca.

indigo: have you ever lived on a farm?

Sim.

emerald: if you had the option, would you choose to move and live in another country? which one?

Sim, iria criar ovelhas na Islândia.

lavender: relationship status?

Feliz! (:

erin: what was/is your best school subject?

Bioquimica e fisiologia.

mauve: any unpopular opinions?

Não concordo com tudo o que é considerado “politicamente correto”.

fulvous: another name you think would suit you

Devo ter cara de Tatiana, pq muita gente acha que este é o meu nome.

coconut: a subject you enjoy learning about

Joalheria! (((:

porcelain: an tv show you used to Love

Anos incríveis e Mad Men

fawn: any interesting family stories?

Nop.

gold: do you wear your socks mismatched?

Nop.

honey: your thoughts on magic- does it exist?

Acho que existe.

rust: form of art you enjoy doing?

Cozinhar, bordar e fazer jóias.

ginger: any sideblogs?

Nop.

cherry: YouTubers you enjoy watching?

Nenhum.

wine: do you have a 'type'

Não acho que seja um “tipo”, é mais pré-requisito: não ser burro, nem tosco (ou seja, não pode ser Bolsominion nem terraplanista) #FORABOLSONARO

mahogany: your sun, moon, and rising signs

Não faço a menor ideia!

blood: twin beds, queen, or king?

Queen.

plum: a food you've never tried

Eu como até pedra. Não tenho preconceito.

lilac: dogs, cats, or fish?

Cachorros.

amethyst: do you collect anything?

Bijoux: anéis, pulseiras e colares.

mulberry: earbuds or headphones?

Headphones.

azure: jean jackets?

Não tenho nada contra, mas não costumo usar.

teal: have a job?

Sou espiã secreta.

denim: kill the spider or take it outside?

Kill.

sapphire: do you think you can sing well?

Nop.

mint: favourite flavour of gum?

Melancia.

pecan: shuffle your playlist, what's the first song that comes up?

Nina Simone – Take care of business

penny: icecream or cake

Cake. With icecream.

ash: can you do your own makeup?

Uso apenas o básico, então consigo.

jade: ever written fanfiction?

Nop.

grape: how many blogs do you follow?

Uns mil.

umber: do you brush your teeth before you eat?

Claro!

prussian blue: what's your first choice at the vending machine

Batata chips e Coca Cola

aquamarine: beach or pool

Piscina

brass: least favorite food condiment

Coentro.

mustard: how much sugar in your tea/coffee?

Nenhum.

silver: ever broken a bone?

Nop.

rose quartz: rings or necklaces

Anéis!

burgundy: ever ridden a motorcycle?

Já, mas sou “garupa”, não sei pilotar.

scarlet: favorite Holiday

Carnaval. Tenho um encosto de Chacrete.

apricot: opinion on 3 in 1 body wash/hair wash

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A Lovers’ Embrace

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Tatiana Tyrell (OC) x Rhaenyra Targaryen

A/N: I don’t how this happened I was writing something wholesome for Blood and Thorns when suddenly I opened a new Google Doc and my mind was like, “Make your asexual ass write some smut for are favorite throuple” and I was like, “Eh, why not?”

So now here’s this...which I hope turned out okay. Like I said this happened suddenly. Also if you don’t already know Tatiana Tyrell is a House of the Dragon OC of mine who is in a poly relationship with Daemon and Rhaenyra. She is occasionally mentioned in my Game of Thrones story Blood and Thorns. She also is distant relative to Maeve Tyrell. Also yes Tatiana is married but her husband (Jeremiah Merryweather) is fine with the relationship she has with Daemon and Rhaenyra. He’s a cool dude, what can I say.

Warning: This is 18+ like seriously don’t read this if you’re a minor. Go away. I will block your ass. There is incest obviously because of Daemon and Rhaenyra. Also SMUT. Crown Kink I guess? Daemon and Rhaenyra both love seeing it on Tatiana with nothing else on.

Translations:

Ñuha jorrāelagons - My loves

Īlva gevie sīmontan - Our beautiful rose

Ao sagon hae dōna hae se ēlī jēda nyke tasted ao- You're as sweet as the first time I tasted you

Tatiana knew it was going to be a night of intense lovemaking from the lustful looks Daemon and Rhaenyra kept throwing at her during dinner.

After making sure her children, Genevieve and Jasper were set for the night in the chambers they were given during their visit, Tatiana went to Rhaenyra and Daemon’s personal chambers. The honey blonde woman knew they were waiting for her to get the night started.

Although Tatiana and her husband Jeremiah enjoyed each other's company as any companion would, she was glad he decided not to accompany her to Dragonstone this time around.

She had a feeling it was going to be a long night with her lovers and this time around she wasn’t up for the jokes Jeremiah would make the following morning. Even if they were harmless.

It was pretty much guaranteed whenever Tatiana spent the night with Rhaenyra and Daemon that she would look as if she had been riding a dragon. Which she supposed in a way was true.

It was now Tatiana that laid on her back on their lavish bed. Velvet sheets rested beneath Tatiana while her two lovers surrounded her. The second she had entered their chambers both her silver haired lovers worked on getting her out of her dress. Now all three of them were naked as the day they were brought into the world.

With the exception of the crown Rhaenyra had gifted Tatiana. That was the only thing the honey blonde woman had on. Daemon and Rhaenyra wanted Tatiana to wear it during their love session. A not unusual request since they had done this sort of thing before.

And like many times before, Daemon every now and then needed to adjust the crown on Tatiana’s head whenever he gave a hard thrust. And Rhaenyra held on to the tops of the crown’s glittering jewels, fingers spreading into Tatiana’s soft hair as she rode Tatiana’s beautiful face. Her dainty fingers rubbed at Tatiana’s wet heat until she shook and cried out.

Tatiana lost count of how many times her silver haired lovers made her peak.

Eventually they rested, the glittering crown still on top of Tatiana's head. The honey blonde woman’s skin was dewy, her body the color pink. She really thought sleep would come…how silly of her.

Rhaenyra, who was to the right of Tatiana, began kissing up her body to her soft lips. They both could still taste each other’s arousal and the wine on their lips from dinner.

Daemon meanwhile was kissing lower until he was facing the area where Tatiana’s sweet nectar resided and was staining her thighs.

A boost of energy surged in Tatiana. She moved her lips against Rhaenyra’s. A hand ran through her silver blonde hair while the other caressed at a breast, gently tweaking a nipple. Tatiana was aware of how sensitive Rhaenyra’s breasts, particularly her nipples, were to her.

Tatiana wanted to hear Rhaenyra cry sweetly this time. However it was Tatiana who released a cry.

Daemon’s mouth on her soaking center made her jolt. Gods, she was still so sensitive down there. Despite wanting to thrash, his arm on her stomach kept her in place. She moaned, parting from Rhaenyra’s lips. Rhaenyra wasn’t about to stop though. She followed, licking Tatiana’s lips.

Tatiana listened and opened wide. Rhaenyra’s tongue was soon stroking her own. The pleasure bloomed upwards in her chest as it did downwards where it was most sensitive.

Daemon’s leisure kitten licks were making Tatiana’s thighs shake. Her cheeks felt so warm, and her eyes lidded with a few tears escaping from the increase of ecstasy. They’ve pleasured her so much by now that they’ve brought her to the point of crying.

Rhaenyra tasted a few of her tears that ran down her mouth. She slowly pulled back, smiling at how disheveled Tatiana appeared. “Īlva gevie sīmontan.” She saw that Tatiana’s crown was lopsided and quickly fixed it.

Tatiana blinked several times, eyes blurry. Rhaenyra’s beautiful lilac eyes made her heart swell. She reached for her cheek, finding them to be warm.

Rhaenyra watched with tenderness as Tatiana turned to hide her blushing face against the pillow, back arching. The crown once again moved. She moaned, the pillow muffling the sound. Rhaenyra’s eyes looked down at Daemon who was looking up at them with his own lilac eyes.

They twinkled catching Rhaenyra’s gaze. She let out a laugh knowing he was purposely going at a slower place.

Tatiana slowly lifted her head from the pillow to look down at him. “Gods! Daemon!” She cried, tears staining her cheeks. She felt Rhaenyra fix the crown on her head before nuzzling her neck and leaving kisses there. Her hands went back to Rhaenyra, holding onto her as her pleasure kept taking her higher and higher. She was almost there…so close she could taste it.

Daemon decided to take mercy on his rose and sped up his licks. He heard Tatiana’s breathing become louder, hinting that she was close to peaking. Taking the final steps that were needed he wrapped his lips on her clit. He sucked a bit harshly before swiping his thumb over her little bundle of nerves.

Instantly a familiar feeling of euphoria erupted in Tatiana. She cried, absolutely wrecked but very much happy. She brought Rhaenyra to lay her head on her breasts as she recovered from her orgasm.

Rhaenyra kissed her breasts, liking the softness. Like with her own, Tatiana’s breast only seemed to get fuller after having her children.

Daemon nipped at Tatiana’s thighs, enjoying how they were still shaking. He kissed his way back up her body. He left the wetness from her release on his chin, wanting her to taste herself.

Tatiana didn’t need her hazel eyes to be open to see the smirk on Daemon when he spoke.

“Ao sagon hae dōna hae se ēlī jēda nyke tasted ao.”

Daemon’s hold on her jaw made her open her eyes again. His hold was firm but gentle, making her eyelashes flutter. He kissed Tatiana then, letting her delicious juices mix into her mouth.

Wanting Rhaenyra to taste Tatiana’s sweet nectar again, Daemon reached for her. Rhaenyra gladly accepted his kiss. Tatiana watched her lovers’ kiss with a racing heart and ardent eyes.

Daemon kissed Rhaenyra one last time before falling to Tatiana’s left side. He looked at both of them. These two beautiful women whom he was happy to call his own.

“Ñuha jorrāelagons.”

Tatiana really was glad she had decided to learn High Valyrian all those years ago. It made whenever she was intimate with Daemon and Rhaenyra that much more intense. She smiled, rubbing her nose against Daemon’s. Her hand reached for Rhaenyra, bringing her closer.

The three of them then became a tangle of limbs, not knowing where the other began and ended.

Finally, as many times before, Tatiana fell into a peaceful sleep between the two loves of her life. The crown gifted to Tatiana by Rhaenyra stayed on her head, making her look like an angel to her lovers when morning time came.

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