#dash had a random thought and decided to share

[elamarth-calmagol]

I guess everyone knows I'm into Murderbot now. I decided that if other people could flood my feed dash with random shows, I could, too. I came late to this party. I had Murderbot on my list, but I didn't try to get it until after the show came out, and by then, everything was checked out with a line except the audio book. I can't remember ever listening to an audiobook before, but I had a long drive down to my friends who are both Murderbot and audiobook fans, so I figured All Systems Red would keep me awake for most of the drive, and by then I'd be ready for music or something. I ended up downloading the next book at a rest stop. Then, having listened to two books in one day, I watched the first episode with my friends, which is officially the fastest I've ever jumped into a fandom. I listened to the next two on the way back, and then watched the rest of the show at home. I was going to chill out after that, but I literally found myself unable to chill because the air conditioning broke. So I lay in my bed listening to Fugitive Telemetry and not moving, because what else do you do when you have no AC in Florida in the summer? And yet, I still can't read fanfic because it's all about Network Effect.

Anyway, I decided to share my character opinions comparing the books and show.

The ones I like

Murderbot: I've decided to save my opinion on why it's not so bad for SecUnit to be played by a white man for another post, since it turned into too much of an essay. My mental image of it was poisoned because I saw pictures of the Alexander Skarsgard as SecUnit and also listened to a recording where it was played by a man, so I never thought of it as androgynous. (All the books but Artificial Condition were the full cast version. I'm not sure why, given that my friend got the originals from the same library. Apparently, the full cast version left out some lines?? Which is completely unacceptable! But both versions have a male narrator.) And I think Skarsgard was fantastic. I love his subtle expressions, especially the horror at being asked to socialize. If I take the book literally, SecUnit's face should be highly emotional, but I always saw it as totally blank unless I was told otherwise, which is basically Skarsgard's face. I was disappointed that the wide-eyed horrorified face only happened early in the season, so hopefully, they find somewhere to fit it in next season.

Gurathin: I imagined Gurathin as shorter and heavier and maybe Eastern European? But even if my mental image was more solid, I never would have come up with his show actor because he's so unusual and distinctive. Which is a good thing. I do find the perpetual bags under his eyes kind of distracting, though. I think the show mostly did a good job with Gurathin, though I think it must be spoiling something from a later book with his backstory. I don't like that he was already suspicious of SecUnit from episode one because it made the reveal about the governor module less effective. (Also, why did everyone let him get away with saying SecUnit should be executed for malfunctioning?) But anyway, what I really dislike is the focus on his relationship with SecUnit at the expense of Mensah. You can see this in the fandom's reaction of immediately shipping them: their interactions were the strongest in the show. If they could have had both characters be equally important, I would have been happy.

Mensah: I love show Mensah. She immediately wiped out my previous idea of her in my mind (who looked more like Bahardwaj, I think). When I finished Exit Strategy after watching the show, I couldn't handle the high and youthful voice of the voice actor, because That's Not Mensah. I liked the subplot about her panic attacks as well, though I didn't really like the one on the hill because she was being stupid, and I prefer the book version of that scene anyway. I am really disappointed by the lack of relationship between her and SecUnit through the first nine episodes. I guess the writers thought you need conflict-ridden relationships to make an interesting show, and its feelings about Mensah are too positive to be interesting. I am so relieved that she was the last human they showed in episode 10, though.

Pin Lee: I had trouble tracking all the characters in the book, probably due to the audio format, so I didn't really pick up on who Pin Lee was until the end. I saw her as a skinny, neatly dressed office worker type, so I was thrown for a loop when I saw them in the show. They come across as way too rude and aggressive for lawyering, though later books imply that everyone is scared of her, so I guess it's not completely out of left field. I was hoping for their true lawyer form to be revealed in episode 10. Really, that should have been their moment for heroics, but Gurathin took center stage yet again. Sigh.

It took me ages to realize that they were nonbinary in the show, but while I'm not sure if it was planned or they just chose a nonbinary actor and decided to run with it, I thought that was a really good idea. In the first four books, we only get one nonbinary character, and te is apparently an established gender from ter homeworld. I think there's also someone going by they/them in Fugitive Telemetry, but I'm not sure. So while there is a sense that gender has evolved, we don't see much in the way of flexibility in gender identity. The only options seem to be male human, female human, and bot, plus any cultural genders your planet uses. Pin Lee being nonbinary shows that people can define themselves, and it's not considered weird or confusing. That also means that SecUnit (once it's free) could declare itself to have a gender if it wanted to, and if it's still Bot Standard Agender, that's its own choice.

The ones I don't like

Ratthi: I mostly noticed Ratthi in All Systems Red because I kept trying to figure out how his name was spelled. (Rati? Radi? Roti would be funny.) I literally learned the answer to my question from the show subtitles. He shows up more in later books, and yeah, I see why SecUnit considers him to be a friend. I did NOT like him in the show. He's such a himbo, it's embarrassing. For most of the show, I don't even see how he's useful to the team or why Dr. Arada even likes him. Thank god he finally has a good part in episode 10.

Bahardwaj: Bahardwaj was the first person whose name I knew because she was critical to the first scene. (I wish the show had also started there, in the middle of action.) I imagined her as basically a female version of show!Ratthi: a lot younger, thinner, and more South Asian. But aside from appearance, she feels frenetic and just wrong in her acting. I liked seeing her doing surgery, that was cool. But most of the time, when she was on screen, I wished she wasn't.

The ones I have no opinion on:

Arada: I don't know whether I even knew Dr. Arada existed. I know that when I counted up the characters, I came up one short on the women's side, so someone disappeared in my mind. So obviously, I had no opinion on how she should be acted, and I have no objection to her.

Overse: Again, one of the women vanished from my mind, and it could have been Overse. Given that I couldn't keep track of all eight people, I think it's okay to drop a couple of characters, even if I disapprove in principle.

The other one:

Volescu: It feels kind of wrong to switch out the person SecUnit originally drops its helmet for, but I realize that they were trying to make the show simpler, and Arada is important later whereas I guess Volescu isn't.

LeeBeeBee: I have never been so happy to see someone's head explode. I still don't think she was necessary, but there were some interesting moments from her, so (as SecUnit says) whatever.

[visdollie]

☆ having fun without me?

sum: vi isnt happy when she sees you posing on your insta story with another girl at a party

cw: wlw, angry sex, overstim, fem!reader, dom!vi, clit rubbing (r!receiving), dirty talk, slapping, name calling (slut), not proofread

fucked.

fucked is what you were when you realized the time. after countless hours of heartfelt conversations and a plethora of shots, you had gotten so distracted at the party that you forgot to get home to vi on time.

10:00 pm was the time vi told you before your friend picked you up. it was fucking 2:31 am. you already knew how impatient she could be.

"aw, leaving so soon?" a girl you met at said party whined at you with a tilt to her head as she watched you rush to gather your belongings and text your friend a quick "meet me outside" in an obvious hurry. the same girl you decided to snap a cute 'harmless' selfie with and post to your story.

you dashed out the door, leaving her a quick "so sorry we'll meet again soon!" before rushing to the parking lot, searching for your friends car with a look of fear on your face.

"im fucked, im so fucked!" you yapped her ears off, just watching her roll her eyes and drive you home.

---

shivers went down your spine as you steadily unlocked and opened your shared front door, avoiding making any noise in hopes that vi was just asleep, and would just penalize you in the morning.

you were practically on your tippy toes, but the creaky door did you no justice as it slipped out your grip and slammed closed.

"fuck." you whispered.

it was terrifyingly dark in your home. not a single peep or sound besides the loud ass air conditioner. you thought you were fine for the night, but no.. not until your girlfriend snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you back roughly as a yelp slipped from your lips.

"ah! vi.. you scared me." you giggled anxiously. vi could sense that you both knew the obvious issue which placed tension between the situation as she planted kisses across your collarbone.

"missed me?" she muttered on your warm, sticky skin in a malicious tone. you nodded your head, too nervous to say anything that could possibly anger her more.

she crept closer to your ear. "was having fun without me, yeah? takin pics with random girls, lettin them grab all on your ass? bet you had a great fucking time.. slut." she bit down on your neck, not hard enough to leave a scar, but harsh enough to taste the metallic flavor of your blood. you whimpered, loud.

"m sorry.. was jus having fun, n i didnt realize the tim-"

you yelped as she grabbed your wrist and dragged you down the so familiar hallway to your bedroom, muttering a rough "shut it. you saw this coming, baby."

the grip she had on your wrists tightened, her nails digging into your soft skin that made it obvious to you she was getting angrier by the second. was she angry because you got home late? or because of your oh so touchy friend? you assumed it was both.

all thoughts were snapped out of your head as she threw you on the silky, crepe pink sheets and immediately started attacking your neck with bites and bruises.

"mmh.." you whined pathetically, letting her take your brain over and dumb it down. her hand slid down your body, putting it up your skirt to rub at your clit at a rugged pace to make you more wet, as if you already werent.

your poor body struggled in determination to move away from her touch but her grip on your hips with her free hand kept you still. she lifted up from your collarbone, admiring the mess she made. "keep still, slut. shouldve been home on time, but was too busy out fuckin girls, yeah?" her pace on your clit grew faster.

"f-ffuhck.. was.. wasnt fuckin no one, vi! was jus havin fun.. d.. dont even know the girls name.. m sorry.." you babbled on and on hoping for some relief on your poor clit as she went faster each word you spoke. she had no plans of showing mercy, no way. she was way too pissed for that.

"yeah, right. she shouldnt have been touchin you like that, baby." a loud, harsh slap met your thigh, pulling a choked out moan from the back of your throat. "p-please!"

she felt you growing wetter through your panties, deciding to pause her steady motions to rip them off. she grinned at how wet you were. your pussy was glistening, practically reflecting off the ceiling light. you stuffed your face in your pillow in embarassment.

"so fuckin wet, its like you were waiting on this. prolly were, slut." she belittled you, listening to your whines of disagreement. her fingers rubbed up and down your cunt, lubricating them so she'd be able to fuck you senseless. sloppy noises of you pussy making her drip through her own underwear.

you keened at the feeling. "p-please.. fill me up vi! hurry.." vi let out a grunt of annoyance at your impatience. a rough SLAP at your pussy. yeah, that'll shut you up.

tears welled up in your eyes as you pressed your lips closed, a long whimper leaving them. "always so fucking noisy." your girlfriend quietly muttered before shoving two of her fingers deep in your cunt. "just wanna be stuffed full with my fingers, dont you baby?"

throwing your head back at the feeling, you nodded hastily. brain going dumb as she worked her digits in and out of you, thumb going at your clit. "tell me baby, did you do anything with that girl, hmm? why were you with her?" she spoke to you softly, as if she wasnt pissed a few seconds ago.

"w..was just a friend vi, promise! she.. haah.. means nothin to mme.. pleasepleaseplease.."

she snickered at your babbling, fucking you quicker as a reward of your honesty. you knew vi wasnt really worried about you leaving her. you adored her and she adored you on an unfathomable level, she just worried about your safety. (and had a big fear of other bitches growing crushes on you.)

"gon.. gonna cum.." you whined, legs trembling from how sore they were growing. vi felt you clenching around her rough fingers, thumb rubbing at your clit to loosen you up.

"cmon, baby. cum for me. let go all over my fingers.." her words made you sob out even more. you clawed at the sheets, cumming all over them with a long, drawn out wail.

she kept fucking her fingers into you, adding a third one. you started kicking your legs in overstimulation, whining for her to let up but she was relentless.

"tell me, baby. tell me who you belong to."

you doubted you could even speak properly due to the aggressive fingerfucking, but you made an attempt, tears dripping onto the sheets at this point. pathetic.

yet you tried anyway. "y..you vi.. belong to.. you.."

she faught back a laugh, removing her fingers from your cunt and planting a kiss to your forehead. you laid back onto the bed, immediately squeezing your thighs closed.

"you did so well, cupcake. but you arent going out for a while."

you frowned, rolling your eyes at her. secretly though, you didnt mind. if it means being able to spend more time with your girlfriend, you dont mind.

@ visdollie 2024

[watch-the-nightfall]

✶ Change of Plans

you get back in bed · count: 1.2k · note: smut, profanity, soft dom, fluffy · 18+ · nsfw

You left Sylus alone a little less than an hour ago. Reluctantly, you peeled yourself away from him, took a shower, got ready and were quite literally out the door when you realized you didn't have your lipstick. You roll your eyes and mumble to yourself. But then you smile, remembering why it was out of your purse in the first place. Last night was a lot of fun.

You're running late, but you decide to rush back. You try to be quiet as you open the bedroom door just enough to slip into the room, and it takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the dark.

His low steady breathing carries across the space. You want to crawl back next to him. You want those big strong arms around you and to melt into him again. But you’re being responsible, you tell yourself. You have plans, you're cutting it close on time, and he needs to sleep.

So you dash over to the nightstand across the room, thinking you'll grab your lipstick and go, but instead an arm suddenly wraps around your waist, pulling at you.

A sound, something between a laugh and a gasp, leaves you at the surprise.

“Mhm. I thought you were leaving?” His voice is rough and his eyes are closed. You can barely pretend to protest against him and the soft sheets before he’s wrapped around you. He laid on his side, effortlessly scooping you up into his broad frame.

“Sorry, Sylus. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” You whisper and nuzzle into a spot on the front of his throat under the sharp edge of his jaw. He smells so good, and touching him is even better.

“Well, you did.” His voice is slow and flat and he settles more of his weight on you. He is heavy, all encompassing, but you relish in the pressure of him. He continues lazily, “Now it’s your job to entertain me, kitten.”

The deep vibration in his neck is just as clear to you as his words are. That commitment and notion of responsibility seem less important with each passing breath.

“C’mon. You should go to sleep, not be entertained.” This is your attempt at disapproval, and it’s a thin rendition at best. It’s hard to be convincing that you’re pushing your face into him and start stealing random kisses from his pulsepoint.

He groans and shifts until your chest is tight against his, his chin resting on the top of your head. His arm easily spans your entire torso, both pinning you to the mattress and reaching to grab onto your ass.

“But, are you sure, kitten?” He goes still, and there’s a softness in the way he asks you the question. You can’t see his face but you can hear that he’s still only half awake. It's a perfect blend of sweetness and lust, and whatever is left of your resolve basically crumbles.

You justify cancelling by reminding yourself that you usually can’t cancel plans. But today seems like the day to do it. You press a few more kisses to his collarbone, and his breathing shifts in the faintest way in response. You pause, letting your lips linger against him before you speak.

“Okay. Fine. You have to let me go for a minute, though… I need to tell them I’m not showing up and I need to get more comfortable.”

Sylus doesn’t say anything, but huffs at you, and eventually releases you. He lifts his arm and eases onto his back, giving you space to move away.

“Tch. Don’t be long. This bed is too big.” He grumbles when you’re no longer touching and like he isn’t the one who had the thing custom built.

You laugh softly at him and stand, smoothing out your clothes, and you take your phone out of your pocket. You send a quick text, apologizing but not sharing a reason why you can't make it. Then you undress, set your things on the leather chaise in the shadowed room, and climb back onto the bed.

“Okay. I’m here, but you really should get some sleep.”

Sylus hums, low and content, as your skin starts touching his. Your hands glide across his bare chest. You settle half on top of him, half beside him, your legs tangling together. His arms are around you instantly, his hands stretching wide. He's always so warm.

A little moan slips and the want is building in you.

That’s all it takes for him to push his hips into you. You can feel that he’s so hard already, the heat of him radiates against your thigh. One of his hands follows across the curve of your ass, pulling you up, and the other grips at your waist, tilting you in place to straddle him.

“You know what will help me fall asleep?” His voice is almost impatient and he licks at the corner of your mouth. He rests his forehead on yours, his red gaze meeting your eyes in the dark.

The quick taste of him isn’t nearly enough. You lean in and kiss him properly for your answer. You know exactly what he's asking for.

Your lips move with his. Breath mixing. He starts to suck on your tongue and it changes everything in an instant. His urgency melts into yours, your thoughts clouded with the sensation of his body.

Sylus starts to slide himself in you and you let out a faint murmur, but it’s muffled by the way he keeps kissing you. He's getting greedier, hungrier with each quickening heartbeat.

He fills you slowly, completely. It edges on too much but then he starts rocking his hips beneath you. The motion sends you in a haze and you find yourself gripping at his shoulders, bracing against the force of him pumping into you.

It’s like you’re weightless in his hands. His fingers dig in your flesh with perfect pressure, holding you steady above him. Bucking and grinding himself into you, his pace matches your reactions, chasing the sounds you make, and the way you move around him.

He is insatiable. He slows down or slips his dick mostly out of you after you come. He needs you, all of you. And he needs you to come at least once before he does, ideally, more than once.

Time is out of touch for a while. Your nerves are lit up like fire and every part of your body tingles in electric satisfaction. His movements become erratic and you know he’s close. You let out a whimper for him.

“I want you to feel you come, Sylus.”

Almost instantly, he’s even more of a mess, panting and grunting. Those red eyes stare up at you, half-lidded and glazed over. Your name is on his lips when he buries himself in you and a rush of warmth floods your insides.

His hands soften after a moment, falling flat against you, moving across you, stroking your back gently. He blinks and his gaze is in focus again.

You both share a tired, wry smile.

He tilts his chin up and kisses your temple before pulling you down against his chest. One of his hands comes up to slide onto the back of your head and into your hair holding you against him.

“Mhm. Yes. Now, I can go to sleep.”

_

✶ tell me things.

[nnnaaahhhiiiaaa]

First Time - kwon ji-yong

Summary | After several dates with Ji-yong, you finally decide to invite him over for a quiet movie night at your place. What seemed like a simple evening for two soon takes an unexpected and much more intense turn.

Pairing | post-debut!kwon ji-yong x fem!reader.

Genre | 2000s era.

Warnings | fluff, romantic, smut, explicit content, sweat p in v, protected sex, stablished relationship, virgin reader & ji-yong.

Author's note | English is not my first language, so I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Request | @myflancee

After talking with your boyfriend and agreeing he would come over to your house, anxiety took over you. With your heart racing, you hurried to tidy up every corner of your room, making sure everything was in its place. You couldn't let him think you were messy—you wanted to make a good impression. Everything had to be spotless for his arrival.

But there was something that worried you even more than the mess: the posters, albums, and collectible figures of his group, Bigbang. In an almost instinctive act, you quickly hid them under the bed and deep in your closet, as if trying to bury a part of yourself. It wasn’t that you were ashamed, but you weren’t ready to confess just how much of a fan you had been—and still were.

Because yes, you had been a fan of Bigbang since the beginning. Even before he became an idol, you already followed him. You had seen him grow, evolve… shine. And your love for his art wasn’t born out of being his girlfriend, but long before your paths had even crossed.

Sometimes, in intimate moments, he would show you fragments of unreleased lyrics. And you, silently and with a smile you could barely hide, would memorize them like sacred verses. Later, when the songs were officially released, you’d sing them softly, feeling like you were part of something only the two of you shared. He didn’t know it, but you had already sung his lyrics a thousand times in the quiet of your room, long before they reached the world.

You were his girlfriend. But secretly, you were also his number one fan.

That’s when the doorbell rang, slicing through the expectant silence of the house like a chime in your chest. Your heart, already altered by nerves, pounded even harder, as if it wanted to race ahead to the door. Without a second thought, you dashed toward the entrance, your hands trembling and a smile threatening to appear too early.

When you opened the door, there he was. Standing there, waiting for you, with that expression that always managed to disarm you: warm, a little mischievous, and so uniquely his. You couldn’t help it. You threw yourself into his arms with a mix of excitement and relief, feeling your cheeks flush as he caught you naturally, like his body had been made to hold yours.

He kissed your forehead sweetly, smiling against your skin.

"I'm happy to see you too, princess," he whispered between a soft laugh that tickled your chest.

You pulled back just enough to grab his arm and eagerly pull him inside.

"Come on, Ji-Ji," you said with a nervous giggle. "I’ve got everything ready… even picked out the movies we’re gonna watch."

He followed without resistance, as if nothing in the world mattered more than being by your side.

"Hope you don’t mind they’re romantic ones…" you added playfully, glancing at his reaction.

"Romantic, huh?" he murmured, raising an eyebrow as he stepped in behind you, closing the door with a soft click. He gave you a sidelong glance with a smirk. "Trying to tell me something? Or just looking for an excuse to cuddle with me?"

"I don’t need excuses for that…" you replied quietly, half-joking, half-serious, as you walked toward the living room. You didn’t look back, but you knew his smile was growing.

He left his things by the door and followed, watching how you moved around the space—adjusting cushions, checking the lights, making sure the projector was ready. He knew you well enough to realize this attention to detail wasn’t random.

"You really went all out…" he said as he dropped onto the couch, settling in like it had always been his place.

"I wanted you to feel comfortable," you said, turning to him. "For it to be… special."

You sat beside him—not too close at first—but he soon wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in until your head rested on his shoulder and your legs brushed his.

"You know what’s special?" he whispered near your ear. "That I’m with my number one fan."

The world stopped for a moment. Your eyes widened, and you sat up just enough to look at him with a startled expression.

"W-what...? How do you know?"

"Come on…" he laughed, giving you a light tap on the forehead. "Your eyes light up when I talk about music. And all my posters from the last tour mysteriously disappeared… including the signed one with a personal message. Very suspicious."

You covered your face with both hands, letting out a muffled sound between a laugh and embarrassment.

"No way! You noticed everything?"

"Since the first time you came to one of my concerts and didn’t blink for an hour. I thought you were gonna faint when I walked to the edge of the stage," he joked, laughing as he gently pulled your hands away. "But don’t worry, princess. I don’t mind. Actually…"

He cupped your face with both hands, looking into your eyes with disarming tenderness.

"I love knowing the person by my side is also the one who’s been supporting me before any of this started. No one knows me like you do."

And without another word, he closed the distance, pressing his soft lips against yours, still glossy from the pink lip gloss you’d carefully applied minutes before. The kiss began gentle, like a melody shared in silence, his lips moving with yours in a rhythm only you two understood.

You didn’t want to pull away. You couldn’t. It was like everything in you—your skin, your chest, your breath—was begging to stay connected to him. But the air began to run out, and the tingling in your lungs forced you to gently pull at his shoulders to catch your breath, your breathing ragged and your cheeks burning.

You barely had a second before he kissed you again—hungrier, fiercer. As if the brief space between you had only fueled his desire. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer, craving his warmth more than ever.

His kisses were a wild yet tender mix. The way he kissed you made you feel sacred and desired all at once. Like he was afraid of breaking you… but also wanted to make you his. He was a gentleman hidden under the skin of a bad boy, and that contrast had you completely under his spell.

The temperature was rising. You felt it in every cell of your body. His hands slid from your cheeks to your waist with almost reverent softness, stopping right where your belly button piercing sat—a small pink jewel that seemed to glow at his touch. When he gently pressed on that spot, a moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

The sound surprised you more than him. Quickly, you let go of his neck and covered your mouth with both hands, your face flushed bright red.

"I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to..."

He looked at you with eyes lit not with lust, but tenderness. He leaned in and, in a whisper that brushed your skin like a caress, said:

"Do it again."

He didn’t give you time to respond. His lips met yours once more with a renewed intensity, as if nothing else existed beyond the touch of your mouths. He gently laid you down on the sofa, his strong arms guiding each movement while his hands began to explore your waist, your stomach, every inch of your skin.

But then, your words came out broken:

"J-Ji-yong… wait..."

He stopped immediately, not a trace of annoyance in his face. He looked at you with that deep gaze that felt like it could see into your soul.

"What is it?"

"I-I…" you swallowed hard, eyes dropping. "I’m a virgin..."

Silence fell, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. He didn’t pull away, didn’t laugh, didn’t react weirdly. He just smiled—soft, warm.

"It’s okay, jagiya… I am too."

He caressed your cheek gently, as if to reassure you that nothing had changed, that everything was fine.

"Do you want to?" he whispered, his voice soft, like your answer was more important than any pleasure. "If you’re not ready, it’s okay. I can wait… as long as you need. I’d do it a thousand times for you."

You stayed silent for a few seconds, searching within yourself. Your heartbeat was a drum in your ears, but when you looked up and saw the sincerity in his eyes, you had no doubt.

"I-I want to… if it’s with you."

He nodded, as if that answer was the greatest treasure he could receive. And then, he kissed you again. Slowly. Respectfully. Lovingly. As if he knew this moment would be one you’d both carry forever.

His kiss was different this time. There was no urgency—only a deep need to make you feel loved. To show you that, in this moment, in this place, there was only you and him.

Ji-yong gently took you in his arms, never breaking eye contact.

"Let’s go to your room," he whispered against your lips. "I want you to be comfortable… at ease."

You nodded, and without letting go of his hand, led him down the hallway to your bedroom door. Once inside, the atmosphere shifted: it was your sanctuary, your most personal space, and now he was part of it. You closed the door softly, as if the world stayed behind it.

The dim light of your bedside lamp softly illuminated the room, and the floral scent from your diffuser filled the air. Your nerves were still present, but so was the warmth he gave you with just a single glance.

"You're trembling," he murmured with a gentle smile. "You don’t have to do this if you're not sure, okay?"

"I am… if it's with you," you replied, barely audible.

He leaned in and kissed you again, sweetly. His hands caressed your face, slowly trailing down your neck and arms as you both sat together on the bed. Then, he gently laid you down on the sheets, as if you were a gem too fragile to hold.

With calm movements, he began to unbutton his shirt, and you helped him, your trembling fingers brushing against his warm skin. He leaned over you and started to slide off your clothes with a patience that made your skin tingle, his eyes taking in every part of you as if you were a masterpiece.

"You're beautiful," he whispered upon seeing you, like the air had been knocked out of his chest.

You blushed, turning your face away for a moment, but he softly took your chin and kissed you again. His lips traveled along your neck and collarbones, leaving a trail of warmth and sighs. His hands caressed your waist with tenderness, as if your skin were something sacred—something that deserved no rush, only devotion.

He was taking his time.

He wasn’t rushing to go further. He touched you, listened to you, and when he sensed you tensing up, he stopped to whisper soft things in your ear—things like “I’m here,” “It’s okay,” “Just you and me.”

And when that moment finally came—when your body and his met with nothing between you—he didn’t move at first. He just looked at you.

"You’re my first love," he said, his forehead resting against yours. "And I want this night to be unforgettable for both of us."

He moved carefully, guided more by your reactions and your breaths than by desire. His touches were slow, his kisses endless, and his body sought to understand yours, to learn it, to cherish it.

At first it was clumsy, imperfect… but it was real. Human. Full of love.

He whispered your name between sighs, and you whispered his. And when your hands clung to his back, when your legs trembled beneath him, you knew there was no one else you’d rather share that moment with.

It was your first time. But it wasn’t just about the act—it was about what he made you feel: safe, special, loved.

And as the world faded away in the dimness of your room, with the distant murmur of a forgotten movie in the background, Ji-yong held you in his arms, his fingers playing with your hair, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with your breath.

"I love you," he said, almost in a sigh, before kissing your forehead and pulling you close. "Thank you�� for trusting me."

And so, between kisses, caresses, and the warmth of his embrace, you knew that night would live on in your memory as an eternal whisper—one only you and he would share, forever.

[momokotuharumaki]

Barbatos is split off from Nightbringer, an Obey Me Theory

I decided to work on and write my own crazy little theory for Obey Me Nightbringer, admittedly postmortem. But, I haven't finished either game yet and I am stubbornly persistent in trying to share my thoughts.

Now, onto the theory. I've heard my friends, mutuals and even the random people who cross my dash/notes/Twitter feed say that the most likely person to be Nightbringer is Barbatos. And who can blame them? There is damning evidence. In the opening alone we are told this

There is only one other character who can see the past and future.

And to really bring it all together, these are the last two frames of the prologue movie.

And anyone can look at this, say this is proof enough and agree that Barbatos is Nightbringer. But there are things that bother me.

In the chat That's What I Mean, which is unlocked through the Devil's Tree for the free Asmo UR+ card everyone got, it's revealed that Barbatos was never a child and never had a childhood.

This has me thinking, to say the least. Especially because characters like Luke, Diavolo and Mephisto show that demons and angels can be children or have childhoods. And the only other character who is shown as never having been child is Satan (and there are essays here and here that better illustrate his entire deal), and Satan was split from Lucifer, an adult.

One last thing that bothers me is Barbatos is very quick to deflect our statement that we are from the future.

Add that what Solomon said about Barbatos, and everything feels off.

So my thoughts are: Nightbringer, who helped Adam (and maybe Solomon), decided to split himself in half, with Barbatos continuing to serve the Demon King and eventually becoming Diavolo's butler. The other half, the mysterious Nightbringer, is working in the shadows to meet his own goal independent of his other half.

I'm still playing through Nightbringer, so this is subject to change, but if you have any ideas or further thoughts, feel free to add onto this!

[tmwcs]

Random Thought!

When I see this…

****note, this was the original draft for MGR/MRE/and HHP, but I opted to go with what I published…but I should still share this with y’all.****

MDNI 18+ content below.

You and your best friend decide to hang out with her boyfriend, Ethan, and his crew. Everyone decided to go to a panic house, and you reluctantly agreed.

You’ve met Ethan on and off, usually when he came by to pick up his girl, who not only was your best friend, but also your college dorm roommate. You never thought too much into his unusual habits of remaining silent, staring at you, and slashing dashing smirks whenever you both made eye contact. To you, you merely thought he was just being friendly.

Everyone meets up at the panic house, an abandoned mansion belonging to the owner, who ran the haunted panic theme event. Each and everyone was blindfolded and lined up; the creepy laughter of a psychotic clown could be heard echoing in the halls as your palms grip your best friends shoulders. The staff led everyone to a room, fitting you all in pairs, and in the most absurd areas such as cages, blank rooms, or in your case, a large wooden box, chained up with a lock that can only be detached with a hidden key that laid in one of the rooms that your roommate and her partner had to find.

The wooden container had holes lining the top of the lid; you could feel the grooves of the craftsmanship as you remained blindfold, feeling your partner laying behind. The voice in the intercom announces that everyone could remove their blindfolds, and lord and behold, you were in coffin with Ethan practically spooning you.

From the room next door, you both vaguely hear your roommate/bestie calling out, asking if you were okay.

“I’m fine. Ethan and I are both locked in a box.”

As it turned out, the first pair had to find a way to release the second pair, followed by releasing the third pair, your roommate, before finding the key to unlock the chains that trapped you and Ethan. Looks like you’ll both be chilling out for a while, which was absolutely fine in Ethan’s book. You never realized, but Ethan was head over heels in love with you, and for him to be laying next to you, with your body wearing that pretty little sundress with the tie lace front that kept your breasts somewhat pushed together, and those black thigh socks that added more sex appeal. Could anyone blame him for testing the waters?

You felt his fingers dance along your outer thigh as you both laid on your left sides. You did your best to pretend that you didn’t notice, until they made their way under the mini hem of your dress. “Ethan!—“

His other hand shoots up and gently covers your mouth, his thumb petting the corner of your cheek as it extends upwards, swiping over your soft skin. He continues to fondle with your panties, pulling them, ripping them during the tug as he shifts out his rather large member. You didn’t see it, but from what you could feel on your derrière, he was quite big. He slowly feeds himself inside, inch by inch, and fills you. Surprising enough, you indulged the feeling, it felt so good…too good.

You gasp, moan, and whimper against his palm, while he still trapped your mouth with his hand to quiet you as best he could. But all you wanted to do was scream out and beg him to keep stuffing you.

Once he was fully in, he lets out a deep growl, groaning as he curses. “Fuuuuuuuck….fuck you feel good.”

He lifts your thigh up and back over his hip, hugging your waist while gently grabbing hold of your throat, allowing you to breathe out your panting moans as he picks up the pace and thrusts faster, harder, and deeper. So deep, the tip punches your soft spot, causing you to gush out each time he tapped it, glazing his throbbing cock as he thrusts, and pounds into you. The sound of his balls slapping against your taint was all you hear as your mind went dizzy with sinful passion. Now you understood why your roommate could be heard screaming from out in the parking lot.

Fucking you, he unties your front lace, allowing your bouncing breasts to pop out as he caressed them tenderly. His arm that hugged your waist dips down, gently circulating the tip of his fingers on your sensitive clit.

“Please! Oh God please…..you’re so big…this is wrong! Ethan this is so wrong.” Your words came out melodic with the sound of passion and yearning, contrary to their meaning, you didn’t want him to stop. You continued to whimper out, only fueling his desire for you. “Too good….it feels too good.”

“Yeah pretty? Am I fucking you really good? Fuck….I’ve wanted you for so long, I was going to go crazy if I had to fuck anyone else, and only imagine it was you.”

His confession. The man wanted you, needed you….desired no one but you. All this time, having dating and pretending to love your best friend, imagining it was you instead, it was torture. To be in love with someone that was so close, hey so far out of reach….he couldn’t take it anymore. Increasing the pace of his thrusts, he goes in deeper, causing the mixture of your juices and his shifting motion to cream around the circumference of his cock.

“Please! Ethan! Im going to cum….oh my God pl-please don’t stop…” you reach up and palm the back of his neck as he sucks on your ear. Your finger rings and runs through the lengthen strands that rests against his nape, how could you overlook his hints? You didn’t want it to end, but found yourself in confusion and turmoil as you tried to be loyal to your friend. “Please Ethan…we can’t…oh fuck….we can’t! Please….please don’t…”

“Tell you what, my pretty little thing….” He continues to hasten his thrust, going deeper as he goes faster, his thrusts becoming sloppy and messy, twitching and throbbing each time he pumps into you. He was close. “If you can say my other name…I’ll stop…”

His other name? What was his other name? Was it his birth name? There are so many Korean names, where will you begin in trying to guess the correct one? It was futile. You begged instead. “Ethan please!”

Big mistake.

“You got three seconds baby.” He groans as he goes faster and faster.

“Ethan!!”

“Fuck baby…I’m cumming!” His cock pulsates and throbs as he shoves it deep, the hot strings of thick, white seeds swim and plants inside you, fertilizing you with his own DNA…making you one with him. You breathe out, moaning in pleasure as you gushed out, trembling from the intense orgasm as he remained inside, slowly thrusting in and out. He hugs you and you caressed his arms, not caring about anything. All you want, was him.

“Ethan…”

“Wrong name baby, it’s Heeseung. Hee-se-ung.” Thrusting deeply, you yelp from him gently tapping your soft spot, which was now stained with his children.

“Hee-Heeseung…”

“Very good, pretty baby.”

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[sweetracha]

No thoughts only building snowmen with felix and then him getting grumpy bc yours looks cuter

Do you Wanna Build a Snowman?

"Lixie come on! You're going to catch a cold" you said as you rounded the corner in your new home.

"It'll all melt away! Hurry" Felix sounded like a little child worried about his double chocolate cookie crunch extreme scoop of ice cream.

Who could blame him though? Felix couldn't remember the last time he had seen snow. You mentioned how badly the streets would thick over with ice and be packed with white as far as the eye could see. To Felix, this could never be a bad thing. How could it be?

You ran through a mental checklist, ensuring you were both ready for the cold about to hit you. Sure, you were used to it by now but somedays the winter bites back. Felix on the other hand was ready to run out blind to his death, the Aussie would never survive without you.

Thick socks? Check.

Warm boots? Check.

Pants with leggings underneath? Double-check

Long sleeves? Check

Coats? Check and a matching check as Felix insisted you two had to have a matching set.

Gloves? Check much to Felix's complaining 

And finally, a hat to keep your head warm? Check!

When you opened the front door, Felix dashed out with excitement. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the pure joy on his face. He found the thickest pile of snow in the middle of your yard, where your garden used to be, and fell to his knees. You should have guessed the gloves would have been long forgotten by now as he feels the snow melt on his bare skin. There was no way to sneak up beside him as the unmistaken crunch of packed snow sounded from under your feet. You crouched next to him and took in all his beauty. It was his first life, wasn’t it?

“Lixie baby?” You asked softly, not wanting to disturb his fun. All you got back was a simple hum to acknowledge he was listening. “Do you want to build a snowman?” You thought he was about to die from how quickly he lit up.

“Yes! We could make a cute snow couple!” His mind went running with ideas.

“Pixie, have you ever built a snowman?”

“No but how hard could it be? Animal crossing taught me everything I need to know.”

Oh how wrong he was. Felix quickly realized he had put too much confidence in his ability to build a snow person. It wasn’t meant to be a competition but he decided himself to make it one. Then he looked over at yours, almost finished while he was barely started. 

Yours was perfectly round and white.

His was lumpy and had random mud stains all over.

Yours was perfectly proportional.

His head always ended up being bigger than the middle.

Yours had arms specifically grown by Mother Nature herself.

His looked as if a dog dragged them in.

Even the face on your snowman looked perfect! Brown buttons you stole out of the craft drawer, a little carrot nose from the fridge, little pebbles curved up into the biggest smile. You even broke off tiny flakes of bark to make the freckles on your snowman! 

Wait…freckles…on a snowman? Brown buttons, a big smile, a blue scarf, a matching hat, Felix’s missing gloves, and freckles.

“Y/n!” He didn’t know what to say so he decided to scream your name to get your attention. However, that backfired miserably as you fell straight on your butt onto the cold ground.

“Felix!” You yelled back. He ran as fast as he could to save you.

“I’m sorry…I just..your snowman…he is…” 

“He is you!” Felix swore the smile you shared could have cleared the skies. “Do you like him?”

“I LOVE HIM!!!” He got up close and personal to inspect every little detail. “How?”

“I’ve had some practice” He fell for your giggle every time.

“Mine looks so…sad” Just then the oversized head rolled off and smashed into pieces.

“Maybe I can help you? I bet we could make him a real find!” Felix liked this idea much more than the competition he was participating in.

“Gotta make Snowlix the perfect man!” Felix stated as if it was an indisputable fact.

“So snowbin, got it”

The Sweetest Batch: @goblinracha @kaciidubs @channieandhisgoonsquad @comet-falls @ddyskz @jiminskies @j-onedrabbles @lixiesweetbrownie @marrivmel @caitlyn98s

[thevalkyriesshadow]

@valkyrieappreciationweek

Day 7: Free Day/AU

Nest Friends

canon setting | omegaverse AU | 3,845 words

Inspired by a headcanon I saw where pregnant omegas will nest in one big, fluffy pile of blankets together and share tips and stories of their pregnancies with each other. I thought of our Valkyries immediately and had to write this! Read my omegaverse!valkyries AU under the cut or here on Ao3!

Dividers by @adornedwithlight and @strangergraphics-archive

Emotions were running high and everything was falling apart…well at least for Gwyneth Berdara, that's what it felt like.

Azriel, bless him, had landed himself one feisty omega. A fact that was only further confirmed when they found out Gwyn was pregnant. Since then, Gwyn had been on high alert, moody, snappy, picky with everything you put in front of her, and overall, a typical omega – but tenfold. 

She was ten weeks pregnant and in the belly of morning sickness, dizziness, and unpredictable mood swings and of course today she was tasked with getting the nest set up for her, Nesta, and Emerie's weekly nesting session – a task that really wasn't that demanding, but with Gwyn in this stage of pregnancy…

“Az!”

“Azzzz – AZRIEL!!”

Azriel was at the door by the second time Gwyn had called out his name. “Yes – Yes, Gwyn! What is it – Gwyn, what’s wrong, love?” He rushed to her side.

Gwyn started sobbing, holding up strands of different colored strings, “I – I forgot the charms for– for the bracelets!” She covered her face with her hands. “I've ruined it…”

Azriel wrapped his arms around her shoulders, nuzzled his chin against her head, and said – in a calm, collected voice, “You haven't ruined anything – you can still make the bracelets –” He was going to say without the charms, but he stopped short at the glare Gwyn gave him. So instead, he squeezed her tighter and added, “-- I’ll go grab the charms. You stay here and keep setting up.” 

He let her wipe her tears (and probably some snot too) into his sweater before dashing back to their cottage by the water.

Gwyn turned back and sighed as she looked around the room and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes. Perhaps she overreacted…but those charms are a necessity when making bracelets. How could they possibly make bracelets for their first brood if they didn’t have charms?! She needed them.

Gwyn continued to set up the nesting room The House had constructed for them. She changed out the string lights, switching the multi-colored faelights they previously had with softer, yellow lights. Their last nesting was more on the active side with yoga and a dance-out-the-nerves session. But after talking to Nesta and Emerie at dinner last night, they decided something relaxing and creative was in order.

Gwyn made sure they had their coziest blankets and pillows and random garments in stock. She peered around the room at her handiwork and rested a hand on her belly as she took a deep breath in and sighed out, soaking in the scent of her and her best friends.

She’d never forget the look of excitement on their faces when she told them she was pregnant. The three immediately started amicably talking about all the things they were going to do together, from being there for each other during these ten months, to raising their children together. From that moment on, her, Nesta, and Emerie agreed that they wouldn't endure their pregnancies alone. That they'd do it together, like everything else in their lives. 

They had gathered and asked The House to create a cozy room with a large, soft bed, extra blankets, pillows, billowing curtains, soft fuzzy rugs, and food of any kind available.

It was their little nesting getaway for when the alphas were being, well, alphas. A moment for them to enjoy the book they're reading or tea they’re sipping without their alphas, quite literally, sticking their nose into everything.

The Valkyries, of course, loved their mates with all their heart, but when an alpha *Cassian* thinks it’s a good idea to sniff around their omega during their private smut reading time – then it’s time to set some boundaries.

So now, the three omegas could read, nap, and eat to their heart's content without the alpha reading the nutrition label to make sure they’re getting enough folic acid. Or checking they were still breathing, waking them from the deepest, most wonderful naps. (Emerie said she’d lashed out a little too harshly at Mor for waking her from such a deep slumber, but apparently Mor was concerned because Emerie had breathed funny…)

The Valkyries liked to start with a clean bed, no blankets or pillows, and they’d add the heavily scented stuff first, then the newer stuff, wanting to mix the scents in as much as they could. They’d do this on a rotating bi-weekly schedule – unless of course someone’s bladder incontinence wins them over. Then everything is washed and they start anew.

Gwyn had just finished turning on all the twinkle faelights when the door to the nest opened. In walked – or rather waddled – Emerie and a glowing Nesta.

“Gwyn!” Nesta squealed. “How are you doing? Ten weeks yesterday, right?”

Emerie groaned, “Ugh, to be ten weeks again.” Emerie was the furthest along of all of them. Twenty six weeks and she had all the struggles – back pain, practice contractions, headaches, constipation. You name it, Emerie had it. 

Gwyn smiled – and then started to cry. Nesta and Emerie were by her side as fast as their waddling feet would allow.

“Oh, Gwyn – you’re alright –” Nesta put a hand around Gwyn, rubbing soothing circles across her back.

“I know –” Gwyn shuddered a breath, “I just…I can’t stop cryyyinggg….” Gwyn wailed and wiped at her face hurriedly. 

Emerie took Gwyn’s freckled hand in hers and kissed her knuckles, “The emotions are almost always the hardest. What do you need?”

Gwyn sniffed and looked between the two Valkyries sheepishly, “Ice cream.” 

A thunk behind them told them The House was listening and waiting to serve the omegas as needed. 

“With candy chunks,” Gwyn added. 

Another thunk.

The trio gave each other mischievous looks, and the ordering began.

Fifteen minutes later and a mountain of food, the Valkyries could finally begin adding the finishing touches to the nest.

Nesta went to her drawers of the room and tossed a huge, fluffy red blanket down first. Emerie added a silky golden wrap, and Gwyn a teal blanket she’d knitted. Then they threw a bunch of pillows into the nest. Emerie appeared with a handful of bags then, announcing she had gifts. Gwyn and Nesta rushed over, excited to see what Emerie had in her bags. She reached into one and pulled out a fluffy, white pillow with the words Gwyn’s Nesting Pillow embroidered with teal lettering. Nesta’s was black velvet with silver writing. Emerie made herself one too, an emerald green suede pillow with golden stitching.

“Oh my gods, Em! They're amazing!” Gwyn hugged her pillow tight, squeezing it in her muscular arms. 

Nesta inspected the embroidery on hers, “Emerie this is beautiful work.”

Emerie blushed, “Just another weekend project. You guys are worth it.” She pulled Nesta and Gwyn into a group hug, their pregnant bellies bumping together. 

After blubbering and giggling together, they gathered their food and new pillows, and retreated to their nest.

Their nesting area was a half circle bed that sat at just the right height for easy sitting and standing requirements. Perfect to crawl into without needing to exert effort or make a fool of themselves and topple into it. 

And the smell…

A mix of all three of them, cinnamon and cloves, willow and rosemary, and fire and steel. The blankets and pillows they had were rich in these scents, melding together to create a cozy cottage feel.

As they did for all introductions of new fabric or pillows, they stripped down first so that their scents could rub off onto the new items. 

So the three ate their snacks, stark naked, and passed around the pillows, cuddling and curling into them. 

Nesta was rubbing her chin on Emerie’s pillow when Gwyn said, “Ness how do you look so – radiant. More radiant than me when I sing.” 

With her eyes closed, Nesta nestled into the pillow and smiled, “It's that second trimester glow. I may look radiant, but Cassian won't stop staring at me and it's driving me up the wall.”

The girls fell into giggles. Emerie, who was trying to balance Gwyn’s pillow on her perfectly round stomach said, “Mor’s the same. Every time I turn around BAM Mor is staring at me and then smothering me with kisses.”

“Truly insufferable,” Nesta said. She craned her neck to look up at the copper-haired priestess, “How’s Az handling it? I bet he stalks you in the shadows.”

Gwyn smirked, “Only when we’re feeling frisky.” She winked, then her face fell. A seriousness washed over her features. “Seriously though, I caught him doing just that two days after we found out I was pregnant.” Gwyn shook her head and rolled her eyes. A genuine smile crept across her lips. “But he’s been great…really…” She choked up, “- Sorry,” she sniffled. 

Nesta glanced around the room, “You’re sure he’s not in here right now? I think I feel a heat coming on…”

“We’d smell him, no?” Emerie asked around a mouthful of artichoke hearts.

Gwyn shook her head, “His shadows can hide his scent, but –” Gwyn stood, her still naked body showing off the just tangible swollen belly. She wasn’t showing much, but Gwyn still placed hands on her stomach, her natural motherly instincts on high alert. Azriel would never overstep such a boundary, but to put her friend at ease, Gwyn would do anything.

Nesta watched her circle the room and let out a low whine before nestling further into the sheets.

“All clear. He’d know I’d kick his ass if he came in here without permission,” Gwyn finally said. She made her way to her nearly panting friend and sat next to Nesta on the bed, pushing strands of hair that fell from her braid back from her face. “Do you need a private heat room?”

“Yeah,” Nesta answered. The House instantly made a separate room for Nesta, a place with blankets and clothing items that no doubt reeked of Cassian. (Thankfully, The House knew how to mask scents too.)

Emerie and Gwyn took turns napping and braiding each other’s hair while Nesta was tucked away in her private room. 

When Nesta came out they indulged in their new strange eating habits. Emerie preferred pickled foods, but foods that one doesn’t usually pickle…like squash and strawberries….Nesta wanted salty and savory, and lots of it. This time opting for the umami flavors of sesame and soy sauce. Gwyn was a sweet tooth, but a very strange sweet tooth…she wrapped dates in strips of chewy, gummy candy and popped them into her mouth, joyfully.

They were sharing their constipation stories and what they’ve been doing to relieve it when a soft thud echoed throughout the room. The trio looked behind them and towards the door where a giant golden box wrapped in royal blue ribbons sat.

Nesta furrowed her brow and stalked over, her silver eyes pining the wrapped boxed with a piercing death stare. Gwyn and Emerie joined her, the three of them sniffing around and inspecting the box.

“There’s a tag,” Emerie pointed out, slipping a white card out from under a section of ribbon. “From Helion – a present to you and your broods.” She read the card and flipped it over. “That’s it. That’s all it says.”

“Well…it doesn’t smell like anything. Has The House been holding it until it didn’t smell like the Day Court and its High Lord?” Gwyn asked, flicking the voluptuous bow that sat atop the box. 

Nesta shrugged, “It’s intuitive like that.” As if in answer and thanks, The House turned on the water in the separate baths room. The scent of fresh lavender drifted into the nest room, playing on the steam filling the large porcelain tub.

Emerie moaned, “Oooh lets get this opened so I can bathe. My back needs that bubbly goodness in there.”

With wide grins, the trio bent over the box and tore the wrapping from it. Paper flew over their heads. Nesta wrapped the ribbon around Gwyn’s belly. Then the box was falling open and –

The Valkyries screamed and squealed in delight as miniature stuffed pegasus of all colors and types pranced and flew from the box. A gray and black mare bounded towards Nesta. A cinnamon-brown male nuzzled Emerie. And a wild, speckled mare pranced around Gwyn. The other multi-colored pegasus all circled their respective omegas, their collars all bearing the Valkyrie brood they belonged to.

The door to the nest slammed open suddenly, revealing three wide-eyed and frantic alphas. And one very unsure beta.

Emerie snarled. 

Nesta’s claws came out. 

Gwyn crouched, standing in front of her pregnant friends. Her eyes glowed with her magic.

“What are you doing?!” She snapped. Her sneering gaze bored into them. Azriel in particular.

The alphas seemed to shrink in on themselves. The omega’s feral-like states heightened enough to intimidate the harried alphas.

Azriel said, “We thought you were in distress –” 

“I told them you were okay, but –” Balthazar, the level-headed beta, stepped in.

“You can’t possibly know that beta –” Cassian growled, interrupting him, 

Mor turned on Cassian, shoving his shoulder, “Call him by his name, Cassian, or so help me gods –”

A snarl issued from deep within the chest of each of the omega’s, the sound rippled through the room. Quieting everyone’s bickering.

Despite being pregnant omegas, and naked, the three Valkyries were terrifying. But beneath that terrifying presence, was a mother-to-be, nervous for the safety of their brood – and the safety of each other’s broods. With teeth bared they crouched, growling and bristling at the imposing group of alphas in the doorway.

“Get out!” Gwyn said through gritted teeth, “You're breaking the one rule we've established for you to follow.”

Emerie put a hand on the feral Priestess, “Leave now, unless you want Gwyn to rip you to shreds –”

“She won't hesitate – and neither will I,” Nesta added, her iron nails beginning to slide out.

Emerie tried pulling Gwyn back, but to no avail. “We're fine. Just surprised by a gift for our broods.” A couple of the Pegasus peeked out from behind the box, whinnying softly. “Now please, before I have to peel Gwyn off of one of you…leave,” Emerie demanded.

The group in the doorway took a step back, all of them eyeing Gwyn as her hormone fueled rage radiated off of her in waves. They mumbled apologies and turned to continue their work on the communal nursery in The House. 

Azriel doubled back. Keeping his distance he held out a container, raising it like an offering, and slowly placed it on the ground, “Gwyn…your charms.” 

Gwyn narrowed her eyes, but took the box, scowling. She whisked them away without a word, slamming the door behind her. 

“Well you could've at least said ‘thank you’,” Nesta said with a snicker. 

Gwyn glared. Then cracked the door and yelled, “Thank you!”

Azriel’s muffled voice yelled back, “Anything for you, Priestess!”

Gwyn growled, but smiled regardless and turned back to her friends.

“Bracelet making while we take a bath?” 

“I think I'm going to have two alphas and one omega…it just feels very alpha-y in here,” Emerie circled her hand around her belly between braiding her second bracelet. Her first was green, gold, and brown. Her second one was purple, gold, and silver.

“Two alphas?!” Nesta huffed, finally settling into her braiding after shoving her face with noodles. “I think I have at least one alpha in here.” She picked up black, red, and silver threads.

Gwyn furrowed her brow, “Despite my emotions being all over the place – I sense calming energies.” She plucked a few strings from the box after Nesta passed it to her. Orange, black, and teal. “Every time Azriel lays his head on my stomach he falls asleep. He must feel it too.”

Nesta snorted, “Azriel is going to be an insufferable male if your entire brood are omegas. All their future partners better hope he doesn’t stalk them from the shadows.”

“Mor and Balthazar can’t decide who will take care of the alphas. I keep telling them to work together – but that only makes Mor huff and brood for the next hour. Balthazar broods too, but in the garden shed – Oh! I forgot to tell you guys, he’s building little bassinets for the brood!”

Netsa and Gwyn squealed, the three of them then sharing all the things their partners had been preparing. 

Cassian started constructing a backyard sparring and training center. Nesta thought it was a bit early for it, but of course Illyrians start training as soon as they can walk. Illyrian alphas as soon as they start to babble.

While Balthazar was building bassinets and other furniture for the brood, Mor was planning all their holidays and celebrations for the year. She started buying their solstice presents and setting up organization in the house. 

Azriel was reading every book on pregnancy and parenting while curled protectively around Gwyn. Being so early in the pregnancy, they were just enjoying cuddling up in Gwyn’s massive nest together. Though Azriel did start on the nursery early. He had big plans for a detailed painting that would depict everything from the night sky to deep sea creatures to adorable woodland wildlife. 

After their bath and bracelets, the omegas dried off and settled back into the nest. All three of them cuddled up close. With paintbrushes in their hands, they created art on each other’s bellies with homemade paint made from blueberries, strawberries, turmeric, matcha, hibiscus, and coffee. 

They drew little leaves and flowers along their stretch marks. Nesta and Emerie tried to make little stars around as many of Gwyn’s freckles as they could. Emerie painted detailed swords for everyone and their brood vibes. Gwyn scrolled words like beautiful and strong along their bellies.

She was just finishing up the word queen above Emerie’s navel when tears started to well in her eyes again. 

“Gwyn,” Nesta cooed, “You are extremely emotional…more than I was –”

“Same,” Emerie added.

“Maybe you do have at least one alpha in there,” she poked at Gwyn’s smaller belly gently.

Gwyn wiped at her tears and said, “I was just thinking how grateful I am for you two. And how much Catrin would’ve loved my brood. How she’d be the best auntie…” Fresh tears poured from between closed eyelids, clinging to her lashes.

Emerie handed her a tissue and put an arm around Gwyn’s shoulder, pulling her into her side, “Try mind-stilling, Gwyn. It’s honestly the only thing that saved me from the emotional roller coaster. Make Az do it with you. I made Mor and Balthazar do it with me and it makes the emotional roller coaster more manageable –”

Gwyn took a deep breath and began her mind-stilling. Emerie breathed with her, Gwyn’s head resting on her shoulder, Emerie’s head atop hers. Nesta joined them. Scooting over she wrapped an arm around Gwyn, their bellies pressed up against one another.

A calm silence fell over the room as the Valkyries went through the motions of feeling everything, together, and then letting it go. All the stress of their pregnancies, their lives as Valkyries, their every day worries and intrusive thoughts – were all breathed in, acknowledged, and let go. 

Mind stilling became a ritual for the Valkyries. They would do it when they woke, before meetings started, after training, before bed…

But the one thing mind stilling didn't seem to help?

Gwyn shot up from her spot on the couch, startling Nesta and Emerie. “Gwyn what –”

She was already gone and heading straight for the bathroom where she vomited into the toilet.

Her friends came running in to check on her. “Oh, morning sickness, huh?” Nesta knelt beside Gwyn, holding her hair back as Emerie rubbed soothing circles across her freckled back. 

Gwyn spat in the toilet water, “Why – does everyone say this is such a beautiful experience?” Gwyn sat back, resting against the tub next to the toilet. “I can't stop crying…my morning sickness is the most wretched thing I've ever experienced…” She trailed off, as another wave of nausea hit her and she was back in the toilet. 

“It sucks now, but once the morning sickness subsides, we promise, it’ll be worth it,” Nesta said, her voice soothing, like a mother’s. 

“Can we get you anything, Gwyn?” Emerie asked, her hand a constant, reassuring pressure.

As much as Gwyn was enjoying this time with her fellow Valkyries, she knew once her sickness started, she’d be glued to a toilet or bucket for hours. So right now, the only thing she really needed was rest, and to curl up in her own nest with Azriel.

“I’m going to have to leave our nest early…” She closed her eyes tight against the roil of nausea that rose up in her. “I’m sorry –” Her head was back in the toilet.

“Don’t apologize, Gwyn, we’ll have an extra long nesting session next time. I’ve been eyeing a few new Sellyn Drake novels that I think will be perfect for a read-aloud.” Emerie patted a cool, wet cloth to Gwyn’s neck and forehead.

Despite her upset stomach and terrible taste in her mouth, Gwyn smiled at that, “I can’t wait.”

Nesta and Emerie cleaned up the nest, while Gwyn laid curled in a private room, wrapped in a deep blue blanket that smelled of cedar and night-chilled mist. 

When they’d finished cleaning, her friends helped her out into the hall, where a worried Azriel was already waiting. He scooped her up and gave Nesta and Emerie a nod, “Thank you, for taking care of her.”

They smiled as Emerie wrapped an arm around Nesta’s shoulders, “Gwyn did the same for us, of course we would take care of her.”

Gwyn moaned and whined into Azriel's chest, her face contorting in the tall-tell I’m-about-to-throw-up scrunch. Azriel held her closer, his arms curling around her. “I should get her back,” he said, then he pressed a kiss to Gwyn’s forehead.

“Oh – wait! Before you go…” Nesta turned and rushed back into the nesting room before emerging with an armful of things – a myriad of friendship bracelets, leftover food, and prancing toy pegasus that swerved and swooped around the items in Nesta’s hands. “The stuffed animal pegasi are a gift from Helion,” she said with a smile. The speckled mare leapt out of Nesta’s arms and into Gwyn’s where it curled up against her chest and neck. 

Azriel chuckled, “I’ll be sure they’re taken care of – All of them.” He nuzzled into Gwyn’s hair, breathing in her scent.

They said their goodbyes. Then Azriel took off from the training grounds at The House and brought Gwyn back to their cottage where the new pegasi pranced and trotted around Gwyn’s nest of blankets in search of their own corner. Azriel stayed tucked in beside her, curling around his omega and comforted her with soft belly rubs and feather-light kisses.

Gwyn drifted off to sleep, replaying over and over the wonderful nesting session she had with her sisters and how fun the next one was going to be.

[igglemouse]

I start my morning off with a lot more energy and in such a better mood than before. Yes, it is because of what happened last night and it is at least double the effect since it had been quite some time for me and...let's just say I look forward to it happening again.

It was so good that I start my day off with a salad as if last night made me feel guilty. Eat well, live well, think well, be well...something like that, right? That feels like some random quote that would be on some welcome mat or something.

I think the feeling was mutual. When I wake up there was Niklas still beside me, the presence of him was...comfortable. Like he belonged there so I was happy that he decided to stay the night. That this wasn't just a fleeting moment and that maybe it can be more. Let me have my delusions, please!

So instead of shooing him away when the sun comes up I give him a key to the house and let him know he can come over any time he wants. Might seem a little rash but he just feels right?

What do I even have to lose? I've been wanting to make deeper connections with people, I've been wanting a little more in my life, and here he is. So why deny it or hold it back? I mean there is nothing like waking up with someone you enjoy and sharing a breakfast together is there?

"So, what is it that you actually do?" I ask, pushing some more of a pretty bland salad into my mouth. The news droning on in the background, just noise, just another theme to what might be another quiet day.

"I told you, it's just small magic. Practical magic, it's nothing fancy-"

"No, I mean outside of that. Since magic isn't the center of your world you have a job, right."

"Oh, I'm a doctor," he says as if it is no big deal.

I stare at him and blink a few times because did the world just drop a doctor into my lap? "A...doctor?"

"Wait..." excuse me for still being a little shocked. I feel like the main character right now, am I the main character? MAIN CHARACTER ENERGY! "Do you use magic when you..."

"Oh, no! No! That is forbidden, as you know," he says with a laugh. "I should clarify, I'm practicing medicine, not actual doctor. Yet."

Ah, okay, now that is more realistic. A girl can't be too fortunate I suppose. "I'm sure with dash of magic you could be? A little mind control here, a little luck spell there?" he shakes his head but he is laughing at least!

He's getting up to leave to presumably go back to his life. A life I know nothing about but one I am curiously more curious to understand. I think there is more to this man than he lets on, I mean, he does carry around a magic destiny watch. That has to be rare right? Maybe passed down to the first born of his family or something?

Before he leaves he has one more thing to say. "Just remember, you don't need magic. Ninety-nine percent of people get by in life just fine without it, so don't let this whole exile thing get you down."

"Easy for you to say," I reply a little too harshly but that is the truth. It's not true that people are doing just 'fine' without magic, the truth is, magic could help a lot of people and the Realm witholds a lot of it...okay, okay, don't think those thoughts Grace. Those are dangerous thoughts.

"We practice magic for people that can't use it," his tone is serious now, maybe he picks up on what I am thinking. It's not that unpopular you know. There are so many spells to help crops grow for instance, think of the good that can do for many people? Yet the Realm- "We do it to protect the world from those would harm regular, everyday people. Evil spirits, vampires, shifters, if you would believe it the Realm currently thinks there are aliens among us who seek to conquer us."

Ok, now that is funny! I smile, holding back a laugh because while I do believe in vampires (because I've met one) Aliens don't exist. Duh. "The world is definitely a dangerous place once you walk through that door," is really all I could think to say. There are many realities people aren't aware of and so many creatures and beings hiding behind The Veil.

Niklas eyes lock onto mines now, his expression hardens just for a moment. "And sometimes, they burst through it."

"Speaking of doors," Niklas transitions from a sorta serious conversation to a farewell. "I should be going through yours erm...I mean your front door!" his cheeks color at that and the man just added a few more thousand points in his favor. "Anyway! I look forward to seeing you again!"

"Me too!"

He offers me a hug which I'm super happy to accept and Watcher his hugs always feel so comfortable!

I'm really not sure what to do with the rest of my time today as that familiar sense of aimlessness takes hold of me. So I fall back into the familiar, collecting.

It's not glamourous for sure and it's not even really a career but it's something I've gotten into the habit of doing. Chipping away at rocks, picking up herbs, wandering through Windenberg with the hope that one day I'll run into something special.

That doesn't happen today. Today its just the usual dusty old rocks and common wild berries that fill my pockets. There is always tomorrow I guess.

It actually is a pretty nice day so there is no point wasting it all away with collecting. So I called Triple V and invited her to the cafe since we haven't caught up in a few days and now that I think about it I have a lot to tell her. I did meet a random handsome guy after all.

Knowing her I'm sure she has just as much to say to me. With VVV there's always some story or wild scheme running through that head of hers, it's really never a dull moment with her.

"One latte, please! Wait, no, make that two! She'll have what I'm having," yeah, she would order for me. She likes to take charge and she likes making decisions. "Grace! My Grace! We meet again! I thought you were too busy for little old Vee!"

"Huh? You know me, I wasn't doing anything at all."

"Oh, you little liar! You're a lot busier than you let on!" she nudges me playfully in that way of hers and I can't help but to smile and chuckle. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and her spirit is sure to make this a delightful conversation.

"Nope, nothing at all Vee," but I admit to saying that with a sheepish grin.

"And that is the problem, isn't it?" She says, there is an excitement in her eyes, a look I'm too familiar with when it comes to her. It's usually not good and spells trouble with a capital T. "You have sooo much potential, Grace, we both do-"

"Are we really going to talk about this here and now Vee?"

"Yes? We must," insistence, it's taken over her voice now. We're definitely going to talk about it. I was hoping to talk about Niklas and get her thoughts on him but... "I think it's time we take control of our futures, of our, you know..." she says in a hushed voice. It's not proper to talk about magic openly in public you know.

We find a cozy corner of the cafe, far enough for a private conversation but of course if we were really skilled maybe we could put some kind of privacy bubble around us or something? Is that possible? Anything is possible with magic, rich? Either way, once we settle into our seats I can tell she is ready to burst and eventually she does.

"It's the Matlock Society, Grace, what do you know about it?" She asks in a hushed tone, leaning in just a little.

"Umm, nothing, other than that it is the second time you've brought it up and it is named after my family for some reason."

"But it is a lot more than that, Grace. The Matlock society is determined to unlock the magical potential of all of us rejects. Of everyone the Realm denies," she says. There is a fervor here and a wild look to her eyes that I do not like. But this is Vee. My best friend. My only true friend. My sister, basically. She's just excited about something new, she's always like this.

"The Realm denies prospects for plenty of reasons," I try to be the sane one here, try to stay grounded. "Besides, the people the Realm denies don't even know they have been denied unless they are part of a magical family like us-"

"Grace-"

"Valerie Van Vilet, you seem a little unhinged about all of this?" Okay, I had to be blunt and me doing so causes her to pause. Hopefully she's processing this like the intelligent and critical woman I know she is. I understand, we are both denied something we are born with, a right, even, but this whole thing looks like a suspicious white van with 'Free Candy' scribbled on the side.

"What is this about, Vee? Okay, so the Matlock Society unlocks our 'potential' or whatever, then what? Do they do this for free, what do they ask for in return?" I continue on because I can tell maybe I've interjected some doubt into her mind.

"Nothing but your loyalty to their cause, that's it."

"And their cause is????" ugh, doesn't she hear herself?

"Grace look, I'm not asking you to join but I am asking you to consider. We are having a meeting, later tomorrow night, and I'd love for you to come. You can just spectate, that's all, and then you can decide from there if it's something you'd give a try."

"Alright..."

Yeah, I'll see what it's about. I've been doing more riskier things so why not? Besides, Triple V has been a dear friend so I'm sure she means well and if there is something wrong with this 'Matlock' society maybe I can pull her out of it? Keep your enemies close kind of thing?

She leaves satisfied and I decide to have one more drink for the go. Hopefully I'm not getting myself into anything I can't get myself out of.

Either way, it's back home for me, and I was a little shocked to find Niklas already there. Forgot that I had given him a key to a place, that was that this morning?

Any ways, he seems pretty comfortable in my space, as if he's been here for a while, but then again I did ask for this. Things are moving fast with this but maybe that is because it is destiny?

"So umm, are you going to be here often?" I ask, a little unsure about this suddenly. I do want him to be here, I do, there is something that pulls me to him after all, yet still, should I believe in fate and destiny? Especially when it comes to relationships?

His reply his a shrug at first, looking down at his watch again, as if that is to blame. "I go where it tells me to go and just try my best to figure out why. It wants me to be here, I think..."

"I'd love a watch like that but I guess it doesn't tell time very well," I say with a chuckle, and he of course agrees with that.

"Telling time is truly overrated," Niklas says in that thoughtful tone of his. Is everything overrated to him? "There's the past, the future, and the present, and the latter is the only thing that matters."

I chuckle again, giving my head a little shake at his philosophy. It's cute. "I think you should be a poet." little "Maybe you should have been a poet?"

"Now that doesn't pay nearly as well as becoming a doctor"

As our conversation continues I start to notice that he's getting closer to me. Not just the physical contact like his leg brushing ever so slightly against mines or how his arm is also wandering nearer, but there is a connection forming. A bond.

So while we talk about regular every day things, life, work, the weather, it all starts to feel like something more. We just start talking about things. Like he wants to know what my big plans are (outside of magic of course) and I tell him I don't have many. I make Jewelry, that's it, and I guess I blog as well?

He tells me that I really should look for something more solid in life, something more concrete, something I can hold on to and always rely on and I'm starting to think maybe he's talking about himself.

We honestly don't talk for too long though because we decided to put our lips to better use...

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[harleyspinn]

i reworked the noble hierarchy in westeros

i saw a tweet about this yesterday and couldn’t stop thinking about it. it said something along the lines of “i wish grrm had used more diversity in highborn titles bc everyone is just a lord.” while i think grrm said he did this on purpose to make it all less confusing, i had a hyperfixation on noble rankings a few months ago and started developing more nuance to this stuff once i fixated on asoiaf. because of the tweet i really Really wanted to share this but i do not have a public twitter account (thank god)

also i don’t like that the literal king of the continent is called “your grace” when that title usually refers to non-royal dukes / duchesses. yeah it used to be a monarch’s title but the term “majesty” is so much more dramatic and i Love that stuff !!! i used a combination of english and canon titles with a dash of russian influence

THIS IS JUST FOR FUN it’s completely self serving and i wanted to share it for anyone else who desires even more complication in this fuckin series Don’t Attack Me.

so yippee here is my personal opinion on how westerosi nobility should be addressed (under the cut bc long post). the heading is the reworked title and form of address, and below i have random notes and reasonings aka me infodumping

pm if you have any questions or want to contribute!!!!

King / Queen of Westeros - “His / Her Imperial Majesty”

i wanted this to be more commanding and imposing to really show how coveted and important the throne and its power is aka give more realistic purpose for people to want it so bad. i think grander titles can put that idea him to people’s heads (besides “it’s neat” or as daemon said “a big chair made of swords”)

the title king / queen is perfectly good but i think it should be reserved for only the sole person on the throne. in my made-up ending of asoiaf, dany is queen of the six kingdoms (the north seceded and is ruled by sansa like in the show, and they have a close political allyship) and abolishes male-favoring primogeniture.

she also does some other stuff but that doesn’t matter here

westeros is technically an empire but i don’t want to call the monarch the emperor or empress, so i used just the form of address. since it’s a lot of syllables, the full three-word title is only needed during introductions or the very first address of the monarch. afterwards, the person speaking to them can just call them “your majesty” or “majesty” or “my king / queen”

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Spouse of the King / Queen:

Grand Duke / Duchess - “His / Her Imperial Highness”

again, i wanted the king / queen to be The Person In Charge (whether or not the actual person does the work they should lol) so their spouse is less powerful than them and therefore not called “majesty”

i wanted to change this title more drastically because of my made-up ending (where dany is queen) and how there would definitely be future female monarchs who marry men, and i think having the king consort be called King would be confusing to people who are used to having only male rulers. it’d mess with their little heads

a duke is a nobleman who rules over a duchy and a lot of them are royal. in a lot of european monarchies, the grand duke title holds a similar amount of weight as the grand prince or archduke (i think used only in austria, so i didn’t go with that one) and only less than the king / queen so i thought this was a good fit :)

THAT BEING SAID!!!!!! this is also a lot more syllables. i decided that culturally and historically, most people have shortened their reference to the king’s wife and call her the queen. in all formal situations she would be the grand duchess, but calling her the queen for ease of conversation isn’t treason

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Widowed spouse of the King / Queen:

Grand Lord / Lady - ���His / Her Imperial Highness”

this was a recent addition because i thought everyone calling alicent the queen in hotd was a little silly. she was the queen for some time and is now the mother of the current king (and queen) and i like that they call her “queen dowager” sometimes, but since she would have been called the grand duchess in this timeline, i adapted that into something that seems respected and important but matches the political power they hold (not very much)

like how the grand duchess is casually called the queen, a grand lord / lady is sometimes called the queen dowager or the queen mother (see next point)

there is an exception to this title: if the widowed spouse is regent while their child is underaged or unable to rule (ceresi after joffrey is crowned) then they are called the queen regent or the queen mother, but becomes grand lady after their child comes of age. another example of this would be aegon ii being crowned when he’s an adult, so alicent was never his regent, therefore she would only be queen dowager or mother

all of this also swaps to if there’s a male widow it’s all the same thing just made masculine bc i don’t know the nuance of gender identity in westeros

i don’t like this one as much but idk what else to call it lmao

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Siblings of the King / Queen:

Grand Prince / Princess - “His / Her Imperial Highness”

similar reasoning to the grand duke / duchess. siblings of an active monarch are super important but are not the same as their spouse

concerning targcest: the more important title overrules the one they’re first entitled to. example: helaena is never a grand princess because her and aegon married before he was crowned. she goes right to grand duchess, whereas aemond and daeron (yeah.) are grand princes

importantly, this title stays the same if and when the sibling outlives the monarch. they keep it for their whole lives Unless they gain a more important one, whereas almost all other titles change as soon as the monarchs do

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Children, Grandchildren, and Siblings-in-law of the King / Queen

Prince / Princess - “His / Her Imperial Highness”

sometimes simplicity is key. in my head, any augments to this title indicates a lowering in status (the addition of “grand” meaning that they aren’t in line for the throne anymore, and the addition of “lord / lady” lowering them to a further removed position. second one is coming up next)

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Children-in-law and nephews / nieces of King / Queen:

Lord Prince / Lady Princess - “His / Her Highness”

these guys either aren’t blood related to the monarch or aren’t really in line for the throne. since non-royal nobility is still all variations of lord / lady to me, giving them this additional word kind of removes them from the main royal family

also taking away the full extent of the address by removing the “imperial.” they’re deserving of respect because of their relation, but are still more lowborn

the children-in-law of a monarch can keep their royal title(s) if they are widowed, but they lose them if they divorce

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Great-grandchildren of King / Queen:

Great Lord / Lady - “His / Her Grace”

and so appears the title of “your grace”

i wish i didn’t have to come up with this one but people have kids so damn young in this world that the kids often have actual relationships with their great-grandparents. so here we go, a royal-friendly variation of the lord / lady title. they aren’t grand, but they are great

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King / Queen of The North - “His / Her Majesty”

i like the idea of a free north. idk what the iron islands are doing and i haven’t thought about it enough to care yet

the north is not an empire, so they don’t get the addition of “imperial”

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Spouse of the King / Queen of The North:

King / Queen - “His / Her Grace”

again, i just wanted to be loyal to grrm’s choice of address. and i don’t think the north would care as much as to who is who in terms of The Ruler, so sansa’s husband can be called the king

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Widowed spouse of the King / Queen of The North:

Lord King / Lady Queen

they’re royal but they’re also not too politically powerful. same as the westerosi one. i just got hit with sleepiness so sorry if these notes fall off in terms of quality

they don’t have a form of address beyond “my lord / lady” bc the north is less formal

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Siblings of the King / Queen of The North:

Prince / Princess

same as above in reference to the form of address!

i didn’t want to name it this for a while Only Because arya would not like being called princess. but it made sense for everyone else, so here we are

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Children of the King / Queen of The North:

Prince / Princess - “His / Her Grace”

if there aren’t any kids of the king or queen, then the younger sibling that they name their heir is also called this. like when robb is king then bran is his heir bc he doesn’t have kids so he is called this when it’s just him and rickon in winterfell early in the series

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Prince / Princess of Dorne - “His / Her Highness”

full respect to the dornish wanting to keep in their ways hell yeah

this also goes for the spouse of the ruler! the both of them are meant to rule in tandem because dorne is less exclusionary than the rest of westeros in this sense

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Siblings of the Prince / Princess of Dorne:

Lord / Lady

dornish royal custom is more informal but i still wanted the family to be called something, so i mirrored the rest of the continent

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Children of the Prince / Princess of Dorne:

Lordborn / Ladyborn - “His / Her Grace”

same as above!

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Head of a Great House - Highlord / Highlady - “His / Her Grace”

this is basically a lord paramount. the primary house of a region (the old kings) is called a great house. i wanted to keep some of grrm’s titles so not much would reallyyyy have to change, but there’s basically no difference between a lord paramount and a vassal house and a lowborn one so here we are

the books refer to these people as “high lords” so that’s mostly where this came from. i also really like combining words that make sense to be combined! that’s why some of these new titles are Just altered versions of lord or lady

i want the highlords to be distinctly different from lower houses, so they have a simple form of address

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Spouse and Siblings of the Head of a Great House:

Lord / Lady

yes both of these guys have the same title because they probably carry similar power and influence with the highlord

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Children of the Head of a Great House:

Lordborn / Ladyborn

this is also inspired by the term “lordling” that’s used in the canon. once one of the children becomes a highlord, their siblings all take the lord or lady title

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Head of a normal House - Lord / Lady

boring run of the mill yes yes let’s go

i don’t feel like making another category: the spouses of a head are also called a lord or lady. same thing

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Children of a Head of a normal House:

Lordborn / Ladyborn

born of a lord. girl is lady born of a lord

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MISC NOTES!!!!

knights are still Ser ofc

once a person is appointed to a role of importance, they themselves are obligated to the title of Lord or Lady. this doesn’t extend to their family members. in my mind, these roles are ones on the small council or a high steward. ofc if this person already has that title then they just keep it

instead of “my lord husband” (example), the royal family would refer to other royal family members as “my royal husband” or “my royal hand” if the hand of the king is another royal family member

if a highlady marries a man then the husband does not need to change his house / surname, but if a highlord marries a lady or ladyborn then she becomes “Lady [name] [house surname] of House [husband’s house]”

the daughters of a head can keep their lady title if they marry someone with no titles but they hold little power

widows of a head may also keep their title but them and their children hold little power after the passing of their lord

nieces and nephews don’t get titles unless they’re related to royalty

children born to a lady and a non-lord do not get titles

idk if this is canon but in my head all dornish bastards are legitimized if they are children of any royal family members

the introduction “of House [name]” is reserved for royalty, great houses, and the head of a normal house. everyone else who belongs to a lower house is just called “[first name] [house name]”

continued from above and similar to the informal address of a grand duke / duchess, royalty and nobles and such are still addressed without the “of House [name]” but only in informal settings or after being addressed with their full title

i probably said this, but titles of all house members change right as fellow members or lose titles (examples: if a head of house dies before their siblings the siblings return to their prior titles, often lordborn / ladyborn if they were also children of the previous head. same for widowed partners)

IF YOU READ THIS ALL THANK U I AM FUELED BY AUTISM AND EGGO WAFFLES

[chibassy]

sorry for the random ask i just saw ur alnst ocs on artfight and i remembered this question ive been meaning to ask

what inspired you to base effie off of phantom of the opera? and laena with the original little mermaid as well as the whole "lukas genes" thing?

also not a question but their whole "effies only good in their eyes when shes with laena" dynamic is just SOOO GOOOOD and i would just love to see so much about how that impacts both of them im so curious

gaa sorry this is so random i always get so excited when i see the sillies on my dash so i just thought id send this lmao! hope ur doing well! :3

Hiii dw feel free to yap to me ^^ im always up to chat…Esp abt laena and effie as I have many thoughts abt them..This may be pretty long sorry sorry (below more)

For 1. Effie was inspired outfit-wise by phantom of the opera, particularly by the musical. Her outfit in canon was actually proposed by Laena (who is into fairytales and classic literature) and Effie personally sympathised with the Phantom from musical. The OG phantom hides his face with a mask due to his deformity, while Effie internalises what the aliens (+ laena) says about her lazy eye being a ‘defect’. For the aliens they basically want to keep this unique point about Effie somewhat charming due to the mask on stage, while Laena likes the idea that Effie is ‘masked’ for herself.

Thats the in-lore reason, I also took inspo from how the Phantom and Effie share/subvert ideas. Phantom is a genius (archietect, scholar, inventor, etc) who primarily ‘haunted’ the stage by making backstage mechanisms. Effie similarly is very good with hands-on making (like crafts, inventing) she picked up from the slums, something that isn’t vital for ALNST however. Effie’s skills would been very good and prized in the rebellion on the other hand. Also just as the phantom has an obsessive love, Effie is in an obsessive situationship with Laena lol

2. With Laena, she has many ties to the little mermaid specifically as the original tale basically parallels her backstory. The original story had the mermaid sheltered, as Laena was when she was born from Luka’s genes inserted into a provider— amongst over attempts to make another ‘Luka’ trend. Her master, Eden, bought Laena to her home planet that resembled Mizi’s (aquatic, sheltered) and acted affection to her until she grew bored of Laena’s lacklustre being— as before Laena resembled a human doll due to her extremely poor mental stability. But just as the little mermaid sees and falls for a human, Laena falls for effie upon their first meeting. To laena, effie was her way into becoming human.

Laena is also a big fan of fairytales, so once she came across the original tale she decided to embody the tale in her heart. It enabled alot of her bad habits, especially the og ending of turning into seafoam (which directly inspired the white ruffles of her stage outfit) as Laena just fatalistically thinks more and more she needs Effie by her permanently to survive. Laena’s only real flaw (in terms of the alien’s view point) is how much her mentality is dependent on Effie.

3. With the Luka genes, I honestly thought the subtle themes of providers/dna-mixing/child-farms vivimeng had going on was super interesting! I always wondered on the possibilities and canon now confirmed it for me lol…Laena in particular was meant to be born from Luka’s genes being sold off and inserted into multiple providers to get the more optimal ‘idol’ like Luka, with her master Eden taking her up. Eden brought Laena to her homeplanet, that was meant to resemble Mizi’s upbringing as Eden wantes Mizi’s strength (esp when Mizi now destroyed ALNST). Eden did so by faking an affectionate mothership with Laena, which Laena never fell for. Laena basically got 2x the obsessiveness and instability mizi and luka has. Laena is all was meant to be very manufactured (even why she has blue-ringed eyes and hair highlights which was surgically implemented) compared to Effie who was very human. Laena fell for Effie’s humanity and Effie fell for Laena’s fragility

4.TY FOR APPRECIATING THEIR DYNAMIC!! In my au for them, alnst kept going by capitalising on the fact they are ‘ethical’ now by prioritising the bond between the pets. Laena and Effie was advertised as a pair since childhood, but obviously that weighed down on their actual relationship more and more. I wanted to make it toxic on both sides

To Laena, it enabled her possessiveness and her dependence on Effie— that Effie should only need her as she needs Effie. I like to think Laena isolated Effie herself in Ankat garden by spreading lies, bullying, etc to keep Effie to herself. To Laena, Effie only has worth because she is Laena’s ‘treasure’, with how much the aliens think so already.

To Effie, she originally fell for Laena from how pretty yet pitiful she was. She came across her when Laena was at her most mentally blank. Effie needed something to protect, care for, save, so she chose Laena. Yet as they grow up Effie had to balance this love yet fear/jealousy over Laena— especially in how Laena isolates her and Effie loves people. Effie ultimately wants to escape with Laena but feels powerless due to Laena’s words most of all. Despite all this, Effie is prone to physically lashing out at Laena most— while also babying her behaviour. She is in a confused state generally.

I could write so much more about these two, im thinking of making an ao3 fic of some sort maybe in the future. Its still a wip as theres alot of ideas i just gotta collect together (like Effie’s backstory, how 51st alnst season would work, etc)… I think they would have a hopeful ending though as Im a sucker for that

Once again thanks for the ask!!! I got to yap alot abt them eheh

[jellybeanium124]

I used to have this mutual, from a fandom I'm not active in at all anymore. We were friends, we talked, you know, we weren't super close, but we knew each other. And every so ofter she would would go on this little spree of reblogging those sped-up baking videos. It became almost a random event I looked forward to. "Oh boy, X is reblogging baking videos again!" They were nice to watch, and not something that anyone else put on my dash. It was a special thing only X did. She deleted and remade her blog a couple of times. I think I found her again at least twice after noticing she'd disappeared from my dash. And then October 7th happened, and she said some just horrible, inexcusable antisemitic shit on a post of mine (and believe me, I've excused a lot). So I blocked her. We hadn't been friends in a while (I don't think I was actually following her at the time, nor had I been for ages, but she clearly was still keeping track of me!), but, you know, it still sucked. She knew I was Jewish. I wasn't as loud about it before October 7, but I wasn't quiet about it either. And for years (because I did know her for years, about two), she harbored these horrible beliefs against my people.

And then the other day some pictures of pretty cupcakes made it to my dash, and I thought of her. My brain couldn't stop the connection: "just like the videos X used to reblog." And it just really sucked. Because she's a person. I'm a person. We were friends. She shared drama with me. But she's a bigot against my people and we will never be compatible as friends again, now that I know this.

It's lonely and scary to be Jewish on the internet, especially right now. Knowing that the people around you think horrible things about you while being your friend (because when "zionist" replaces the word "Jew" in classic antisemitic conspiracies, well, then that's okay). I have to ignore what people are saying, pretend they're not saying it, and eventually decide where the line is when it comes to stuff that is just too far.

Jews are human. Even the ones who live in Israel. Palestinians are human. They're not a prop to make you feel righteous and like you're accomplishing something by posting about them on tumblr. People are suffering. There are still hostages, including children, being held by Hamas in horrible conditions. Women have been raped. Children have been drugged.

I'll never get through to X. Hell, I'm not sure I'll get through to anyone, really. Posting on tumblr isn't activism. Really I was just wondering how many other Jews have had that exact same experience here lately. And my guess? All of them.

[hsslilly-blog]

i have never touched HSS or Hollywood U but I'm so 🌟obsessed🌟 with Claire whenever she shows up on my dash so here's some random questions!!

Who was her celebrity idol growing up? I'm assuming it's Gloria Swanson? But I haven't read enough about your MCs backstory to be sure imo

Does she have a favorite drink she always orders?

What's her life motto?

Does she have her own clothing line?

What would she tell her younger self?

hello!! this is really sweet and it makes me really happy to read! <3 thank you!

Who was her celebrity idol growing up? i don't think i've ever shared her idols growing up. gloria swanson was a huge influence for sure (and what inspired her to pursue a film career), but i don't think she was one of claire's biggest idols. claire looked up a lot to grace kelly and her very classy filmography (and style and public persona and everything else), and she was a huge audrey hepburn fan -- she had an audrey fanclub in middle school. as for more contemporary actresses, claire was very inspired by nicole kidman!

Does she have a favorite drink she always orders? claire always orders a cosmopolitan. she really likes the pink colour and how it's a little sour lol.

What's her life motto? stars can't shine without darkness! good things and bad things happen in your life, and you can't let yourself be held down by tough times -- as difficult as it may be. i think claire likes to remain positive so she tries to see the good side of everything that happens to her. it's not easy but she tries really hard to always see a silver lining... which can be really unhealthy sometimes.

Does she have her own clothing line? this is not something i had considered before, but i do think it's a possibility, especially how fashion is an important part of claire's character (in-universe and out of it; it's something i give a lot of thought to). i really like the idea! if claire had a clothing line, i think it'd focus on mixing classic styles with more contemporary fashion trends. maybe chanel in the '90s is a great example... you can see a lot of influence from the 1960s, but it's still a very modern style. i just knowww that whatever she decided on doing, it'd have a lot of sweetheart/halter necklines. and bright colours as well!

What would she tell her younger self? i think claire would tell herself that, eventually, things are going to fall into place. there was a point in her life where she truly believed she'd never be able to pursue a career in fim/follow her dreams, but she didn't give up hope and everything worked out in her favour in the end. there was a lot of hard work involved, of course, but she'd tell herself that just because it feels like it's the end of the road it doesn't mean she can't carve another path for herself.

once again, thank you very much!!

[thegreatobsesso]

Hello my love! :D I keep seeing your spicy gay crime story on my dash and while taglists give me anxiety I am LIVING for it, so I thought I'd send you a random ask so you can gush about it some if you want. ^_^ Any fun facts? Was there a specific inspiration? Why script style? And anything else you'd like to share! 💕

AHHHHH!!!! Thank you for this, @pertinax--loculos!!! And let me begin by saying that I love your honesty. Everybody should engage with social media (and, situations permitting) life in general with the ways that give them the least amount of anxiety possible. I have my own particular tumblr-related anxieties as well as generalized social anxiety in just about every possible manifestation, so just to let you know, I feel you. 💙

That being said, THANK YOU FOR ASKING QUESTIONS! I logically know I can share this kind of thing without being asked, but without being asked, I pretty much won't. That's just how I'm built. 😊

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Fun facts: Octavius was - originally - a drag persona of mine. As a cis woman who's always thought she looked incredible with facial hair, I invented a drag persona awhile back named Octavius Debonnaire. I fancied him a well-dressed British supervillain with a penchant for poisons and fancy suits. This was all well and good until one not-so-special day where he pole-vaulted into the realm of distinctly his own character that I could NEVER embody and had no choice but to write about instead. Things kinda spiraled from there, as they are wont to do. And now his last name became Sinclair, because Octavius Debonnaire is like.......... so exclusively a drag name it just doesn't translate outside that framework, lol.

Inspiration: The Insuppressible Callie Ray satisfied like, 90% of the narrative tropes that get me off. This WIP encompasses the remainder untouched upon. And, to be honest, I had to write a story without smut to convince myself I was ready to write a good story that comes with smut.

Why script? There's a couple reasons. Chief amongst them is that I knew I had two main characters (Milo and Octavius) and only one of them I was remotely interested from writing in the POV of (Milo).

To clarify, I love Octavius with my whole being. But there's something about writing from his POV that feels... uncomfortable? Counterproductive? It's hard to explain, but something very primal tells me that writing from inside his mind is the wrong way to go. And once I accepted that feeling, it was immediately clear to me that many, many things crucial to the plot of this WIP happen when Milo is not present.

I think at this point, I reached a critical crossroads where I realized I would either need to completely reimagine this WIP, or write it differently. And I thought of my bestie @i-think-im-so-so-but-cosplay, who is currently writing a WIP in script format, and the way forward was extremely simple.

[[ A clarification: I'm not saying scriptwriting is in any way "easier" than prose; it's a totally different animal for a totally different purpose. It turns out, this story is best represented as TV show, and maybe, just maybe, Callie might've been too, if I'd have been capable of conceiving such a notion at the time. The world will never know.]]

If I had any doubts in the beginning, they rapidly dissolved when I realized how ***freeing*** script format is. There's totally a trade-off - I think it's a lot harder to capture a character's deep internality or set a strong mood - but it lets me say, quite easily and simply, what happens. Not worrying about head-hopping is allowing me to actually tell this story the way it wants to be told.

One more consideration worth noting - my absolute favorite thing to write, and the thing that comes the easiest to me, is dialogue. Scripts are huuuuuuuuuge made of dialogue, so. Once I decided to try, it felt extremely organic, considering my writing strengths and preferences.

anything else I'd like to share: Aster Craine. My antagonist, to the degree to which she serves that role, although she might be more accurately called my foil. When I first started writing her lines she was totally one-dimensional and I had an idea of what role she would serve in the narrative and wrote lines that worked technically well enough, but my god. I've really been getting a grip on what she's about over the past few days and this is it:

What if the leader of an organized crime ring ran their business like a cult? What if, inspiring loyalty through fear, they used love? Or, a perversion of love - artificially produced positive feelings. What if people were loyal to her because they felt understood by her, seen, appreciated, taken care of?

It makes her a perfect foil for Octavius, who is a narcissist, unable to imagine what it would be like to be in someone else's shoes. Aster is an actual empath who can understand other people's emotions - she just uses that understanding to manipulate them into loving her and, in turn, doing absolutely anything she says.

This spark turned her into a character I rapidly became obsessed with developing, instead of just a cardboard cutout for my mains to bash up against, and that's a very, very happy feeling. :) :) :)

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Thank you again for this ask, dear friend @pertinax--loculos! It provided me a way to put into words a lot of things that have rattling about in the old noggin 🥰

Ahh hell, I'll add my tag list... hopefully y'all aren't tired of me yet!

tag list: @winterandwords // @revenantlore // @space-writes // @indecentpause // comment to be added or removed!

[annalyselee]

Faint sound of the waves and the gentle breeze

The golden sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a warm glow over the stretch of soft, powdery sand. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore created the perfect background music as Sunoo twirled around, his laughter bright and airy like the ocean breeze.

“You’re walking too slow!” he called out, turning back to flash a playful grin. He was already barefoot, leaving a trail of deep footprints in the sand while the tide gently lapped at his ankles.

She rolled her eyes but smiled as she picked up her pace. “Not all of us are powered by unlimited energy, Sunoo.”

He giggled, his eyes twinkling. “Then you need a boost!” Without warning, he grabbed her hand and took off running, pulling her along as the two of them dashed toward the shoreline. The cold water splashed at their feet, sending a burst of chills up her legs, but she couldn’t stop laughing.

After a while, they slowed down, catching their breath as they stood side by side. Sunoo stretched his arms toward the sky, letting out a satisfied sigh. “This is perfect. Just you, me, and the ocean.”

She glanced at him, watching the way the sun painted a golden outline around his soft features. “Yeah,” she murmured, “it really is.”

Sunoo turned to her, his expression suddenly thoughtful. “You know,” he said, nudging her side, “I bet I can build a better sandcastle than you.”

“Oh? Is that a challenge?”

He smirked. “Absolutely.”

The competition was on. The two of them knelt in the sand, scooping and molding piles of it into shape. Sunoo hummed a tune while he worked, occasionally shooting her mischievous glances as if he were hiding some secret trick. In the end, his castle had uneven towers and a slightly lopsided moat, but he still clapped proudly. “Behold, the Sunoo Kingdom!”

She burst into laughter. “It’s definitely… unique.”

He gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me, this is a masterpiece.”

She patted his arm. “It’s very creative.”

Pleased with the compliment, he grabbed a nearby seashell and gently placed it on top of one of his sandcastle towers. “Now it’s perfect.”

Before she could react, Sunoo suddenly grabbed a handful of sand and tossed it lightly in her direction, making sure it barely touched her arm. “Oops,” he said, biting his lip to hold back a giggle.

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you’re in trouble now.”

Scooping up a small handful of sand, she retaliated, and just like that, an all-out sand war began. Sunoo shrieked and scrambled to dodge as she tossed handfuls at him, both of them laughing so hard their stomachs hurt. At one point, he tried to shield himself with a towel, only to trip over it and fall onto the soft sand, his laughter ringing through the air. She collapsed next to him, breathless from laughter, staring up at the sky.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, still smiling.

Sunoo turned his head to face her. “And yet, you still like hanging out with me.”

She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on an elbow. “That’s debatable.”

He gasped dramatically. “Wow, after all this? The sandcastle? The running? The ultimate Sunoo experience?”

She laughed. “Alright, alright. You win.”

They decided to take a break and wandered along the shore, collecting seashells. Sunoo kept picking up the most random, tiny, or broken ones, claiming they had “character,” while she tried to find the most beautiful ones. At some point, he handed her a small pink shell. “This one’s for you,” he said with a soft smile.

She held it in her palm, feeling the ridges under her fingertips. “It’s pretty.”

“Like you,” he murmured before skipping away, leaving her flustered in the golden sunlight.

As the afternoon faded into evening, they sat on a beach towel, sharing a cup of cold fruit and sipping on refreshing drinks. Sunoo’s voice was softer now, more thoughtful as he stared at the horizon where the sun dipped into the ocean.

“Hey,” he said after a moment, turning to her. “Today was really fun.”

She met his gaze, warmth blooming in her chest. “It was.”

He reached over, brushing a stray hair from her face before letting his fingers linger for just a second longer. “Let’s do this again. Just us. Another beach day.”

She smiled, feeling the warmth of the sun still on her skin, but knowing that the real warmth came from being next to him. “Yeah,” she whispered, “I’d like that.”

The sky had shifted into a brilliant blend of oranges and purples, the waves glittering under the dimming sunlight. As they packed up their things, Sunoo suddenly grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

“Wait,” he said. “One more thing.”

She turned, curiosity flickering in her eyes as he grinned and pointed toward the water. “Let’s go in, just for a little.”

She hesitated. “Right now? The sun’s almost set.”

He gave her a teasing look. “Scared of the dark ocean?”

She scoffed. “Of course not.”

“Then come on!” Before she could argue, he was already pulling her toward the shoreline again, their fingers entwined. The cool water wrapped around their ankles as the waves rolled in, the salty breeze tangling in their hair. The world felt quieter now, just the two of them, the sound of the waves and their laughter blending into the evening air.

They waded in further, the water cool against their sun-warmed skin. Sunoo suddenly splashed her, and she gasped before launching her own attack, their laughter echoing across the shore. At one point, he slipped on a wave and instinctively grabbed her arm, pulling both of them into the water. They surfaced, sputtering and laughing as the waves gently rocked them back and forth.

Sunoo slicked his hair back, the wet strands sticking to his forehead. “Okay, maybe that wasn’t my best idea.”

She giggled. “You think?”

He looked at her for a long moment, the moonlight now casting a silvery glow over them. “Still the best beach day ever?” he asked softly.

She looked at him—his bright eyes, his sun-kissed cheeks, the way he smiled at her like she was the only thing that mattered in this moment.

“Yeah,” she murmured. “Best ever.”

Hand in hand, they walked back to shore, dripping wet but filled with the kind of happiness that only comes from days like these—carefree, warm, and filled with Sunoo’s laughter.

(Completely stolen from my sister's diary of her beach date w her bf of 4 years. Yes, my sister writes small drabbles!)

@neomujinjja

part 1 of ur requests!

[mushybar]

rhis is more like a comment but holy smokes i was NOT expecting wandering on my dash and seeing such immaculate, thought out character designs of such a cool-sounding au HELLO WHAT

im actually devouring ur art rn this is so nice im so excited

also im just gonna throw an ask here but whats ur thought process for each food that corresponds 2 them? was there like any correlation to personalities or character type connecting to their food? :3

ok byebye !!! i love what u do RAAAH SCREAMS IN UR FACE /pos

CAMP CAMP: SUGAR RUSH — DESIGN CHOICES

THIS IS THE NICEST THING ANYONE HAS EVER SAID ABOUT MY AU OMGHDBDNJDJNDN TYYYYY!!!

as for the racers’ designs, sometimes i just picked out random confectionery that i liked and thought would suit their personality/colour palette. below is my reasoning for each racers designs!:

LEMONAX SYRAZZ (blue raspberry lemonade) = i was trying to think of blue candy cos of his hoodie and blue just suits him overall but i couldn’t think of anything at all UNTIL i decided to implement drinks into the mix, also i LOVE BLUE RASPBERRY

NERLIO WHITZ (nerds candy) = it’s cos he’s a nerd 🤓 ALSO A FRIEND OF MINE POINTED OUT THAT HE REPRESENTS THE BI FLAG/COLOURS so it is now canon that nerlio is bi!!!

SKITTOLETTE GLEES (skittles) = i actually don’t remember why i chose skittles but skittolette’s uniform my fav design so i’m not complaining

TARROMEL VON SCHTICK (caramel toffee) = i was looking for a candy similar to his original palette (cos i reckon brown/yellow suits him so well) and i wanted one of the racers to have a power up/the ability to make racers stuck (or whateva) so i was stuck (pun intended) between caramel and toffee… buuuut then i figured i could combine both

SORRIBET DRAGONA (dragon fruit sorbet) = of course nerris had to represent some sort of fantasy/magical food, so i rushed to google and searched up “fantasy desserts” or something like that LMAO

STICKER-POP GUMERRA (bubblegum) = bubblegum is for cool kids. ered is cool. case closed.

GÜMDROPH DAS KONFEKT (gummy bears) = how could i NOT give dolph gummy bears?? gummy bears and dolph both share that adorable demeanour, for the colour choice idk why i chose blue it just looks nice ALSO I LOVE THE UGG BOOTS AND FLUFFY HAT he’s just so darn cute

SLUSH KID (slurpees and starbursts) = before i even created concept art for any of the racers i knew i wanted a slurpee design!! i was gonna give the slurpee design to harrison at first, but liked the caramel toffee idea more, so i gave it to space kid instead. i ALSO wanted to include a reference to space in some sorta way, so i crammed in elements of “starbursts” (kind of not really i just added stars to his jumpsuit and said that iT rEpReSeNtS sTaRbUrStS)

JESTERN RANCHELLO (peach jolly ranchers) = preston’s design was the hardest to think of, it was either jolly ranchers or melody pops :/ i picked peach jolly ranchers because of the design and colour palette AND i gave him an 80s look (he also has a moped!!)

JURF GOBBINGTON (jawbreakers) = i feel like this one is pretty self explanatory

FIRECRACKER (pop rocks) = also self explanatory (rip jasper), but for his actual design i wanted to include his la gear light up shoes and a 90s vibe to the uniform, hence the glitch marks and neon stars. i also added the headset for shits and giggles LOL

hopefully that answers your question, thank you for checking out my AU!! <333