#“well that's different she's not a ruling queen she's cheating the king--”

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

#beyond the scene being a commentary on rhaenyra/alicent’s reactions to her sexuality #it’s also an important scene bc rhaenyra is forced to lie to adhere to those expectations #and alicent finds out that rhaenyra is willing to lie to her to save her own skin #which has broader implications than ‘oh rhaenyra fucked somebody’ #alicent had spoken up in rhaenyra’s defense and it got her father fired and left her all alone in king’s landing #alicent was also trying to gauge if she was backing the right horse #and rhaenyra essentially confirmed (in her view) that she couldn’t be trusted #again complex scene complex characters (via @teagrammy)

#thisssss #too many people in this fandom refuse to acknowledge the world building at all #which is why almost thirty years past the production of agot we still have people making posts abt catelyn being the only person in westeros #that hates bastards (via @venusintheblindspots-blog)

Who cares who Rhaenyra has sex with

you know that tweet that was like ‘if youre creating a fantasy world why would it include sexism or homophobia 🤨 weirdo of you to put that in. why can’t everyone just be happy and liberated’ and how it completely ruined 2010s booktok fantasy. yeah asoiaf doesnt adhere to that a woman having sex outside of wedlock is ruinous to her reputation daemon taking her out on the town to specifically publicly do this and alicent taking issue with it both make perfect sense in universe its a mock medieval setting. canonically EVERYONE cares who rhaenyra has sex with it is an extremely significant plot point in f&b and hotd. alicent in ep4 is viciously jealous of rhaenyras freedom compared to her own continued marital rape/concerned rhaenyra might have been taken advantage of by daemon/judgemental of rhaenyra’s sexuality due to her conservative upbringing etc its a complex scene theyre complex characters. i can like rhaenyra and not personally care who she has sex with and say ‘a lot of the fandom wilfully misinterprets/underinterprets a scene to fit a narrative in which alicent is a onedimensional bitch’ those are not mutually exclusive

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #44

Three Teens, Three Crowns, and a Whole Lot of Nope

Imagine dis…

I was just shuffling around my playlist when I heard that song from the animated movie El Dorado and it made me thinking, so here it goes…

…

DANNY’S POV

The moment my best friends bit the ghostly dust, the universe decided to hand us a set of crowns we didn’t ask for. Because obviously, nothing says “Congratulations on your tragic deaths!” like a full-time job in the afterlife.

Tucker, in a plot twist no one saw coming (except maybe Clockwork, because that guy cheats), turned out to be the reincarnation of some ancient Pharaoh. Not just any Pharaoh—oh no—he got the VIP pass straight to the top of the Egyptian pantheon, answering only to me, the so-called King of the Infinite Realms. Because if there's one thing I’ve learned, it's that my best friend is destined to be the world's first tech-savvy, WiFi-dependent god-king of the afterlife.

Sam, on the other hand, had always been a little too into nature, and I guess the universe finally decided to roll with it. When she synced up perfectly with Undergrowth’s power, the big walking salad declared her his heir, making her the literal Queen of Nature. So now, Sam basically has dominion over every plant in existence, which means I can never make an offhand comment about preferring artificial Christmas trees without getting a death glare.

And me? Well, since I yeeted Pariah Dark back into the sarcophagus where he belonged, the Infinite Realms figured I should be the one running the place. So, lucky me—I got promoted to Ghost King, a position that comes with all the responsibility and none of the training manual.

Now, you’d think that’s enough responsibility for a trio of teenagers who just wanted to survive high school. But no, Clockwork took one look at us, decided we sucked at ruling, and thought, Hey, let’s make this fun! So instead of, I don’t know, giving us an actual lesson in leadership, he chucked us into a completely different dimension (because, sure, why not?) and told us to start cults.

Yep. You heard that right. Cults.

No warning, no instructions, just a “figure it out” and a push into the deep end. One minute we’re in the Ghost Zone, the next we’re scattered across this weird universe like a really weird cosmic prank.

So now I’m stuck in Gotham, which, by the way, might be more haunted than the Ghost Zone itself. I have no idea where Sam and Tucker ended up, but if I know them, Tucker’s probably convinced a bunch of tech bros to worship him as some cyber-god, and Sam’s singlehandedly turning a park into her new throne. Meanwhile, I have to somehow convince people to follow me without sounding like a lunatic.

This is going to be fun. (Spoiler: It won’t be.)

…

SAM’S POV

Gotham reeked of smoke, oil, and decay. Beneath its gothic beauty was a suffocating lifelessness, an unnatural cage of steel and concrete. The city was a graveyard where nature had been paved over and left to rot in the shadows of towering skyscrapers. It was unacceptable. It was offensive. And Sam was going to change it.

She wasted no time. The moment her feet hit Gotham’s cracked pavement, she started planting seeds—both literally and metaphorically. It began with whispers. A small movement. A group that promised something different. Gotham had no shortage of lost souls—criminals, outcasts, the downtrodden looking for something beyond the city's endless cycle of crime and punishment. But Sam wasn’t offering power or chaos like every other Gotham lunatic. No, she offered something much rarer: sustainability.

Food. Shelter. Community.

It started with fresh produce, rare and valuable in Gotham’s urban wasteland. No one questioned where it came from, only that it was fresh, free of toxins, and worth more than a stack of stolen cash. The deal was simple—manual labor in exchange for nourishment. Gotham’s criminals, many of whom spent their lives getting stabbed, shot, or beaten in some turf war, found the idea shockingly reasonable. Hospitals ate through their earnings. Gang life was profitable until you bled out in an alley. But a place that provided food, healing, and protection? That was something different. That was better.

The movement grew. What began as a handful of desperate people looking for a way out became something bigger. The streets whispered of a new force rising, one that didn’t deal in violence or corruption but in roots—roots that burrowed deep, that refused to be ignored.

At first, the Batfamily dismissed it as background noise. In a city filled with psychopaths dressed as clowns, what was a little nature cult? But when Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn vanished—not in a grand escape, not in a fiery explosion, but simply faded into the movement—their indifference turned to concern.

When Ivy resurfaced, she wasn’t the same. The wild unpredictability had been tempered into something focused. Controlled. She still worshipped nature, but now she had a leader, someone she called High Priestess. And that leader wasn’t some ancient force of the Green. It wasn’t a metahuman, a scientist, or a villain. It was a teenager.

A black-haired, violet-eyed girl who stood in front of kneeling followers, leading ceremonies beneath the growing canopy of Gotham’s first true forest in centuries.

Sam had never been one for blind worship. She despised mindless devotion. But this wasn’t about faith—it was about purpose. The people who followed her weren’t zealots; they were survivors. They had seen what Gotham’s endless cycle of crime and violence had to offer, and they wanted out. She gave them that. She gave them a cause. And if it meant being called a cult leader, then fine. Whatever. Labels didn’t matter. Results did.

And Gotham was changing.

The city fought back, of course. The corruption, the crime families, even the Bat himself—none of them liked an unpredictable element in their precious, miserable ecosystem. But Sam had never been one to back down. Gotham was sick, diseased, rotting. She wasn’t here to burn it down like some power-hungry villain. She was here to fix it.

And if the Bats wanted to stop her, well—

Let them try.

…

TUCKER’S POV

Metropolis was beautiful. It was clean, it was bright, and it was bursting with technology. Skyscrapers gleamed under the sun, state-of-the-art AI patrolled the streets, and futuristic inventions were integrated into everyday life like it was no big deal. This was a city that worshiped innovation, where science and technology weren’t just tools but pillars of society.

Tucker should have been in heaven.

But he had a mission to complete before he could sit back and enjoy the wonders of Metropolis. Clockwork’s orders. And if the old ghost had taught him anything, it was that ignoring his cryptic guidance usually led to bad things. So, no indulging in the city’s top-tier tech just yet. He had a kingdom to build.

At first, Superman didn’t even notice him. That was fine. Tucker wasn’t looking to pick a fight with the world’s strongest hero. He moved in the background, setting up encrypted networks, hijacking digital footprints, and planting just enough static in the city’s airwaves to keep any unwanted super-snooping off his back. The occasional glitch in Superman’s super-hearing? That was Tucker, laying the groundwork.

But the real disruption came when people started vanishing.

Not just any people—tech specialists, programmers, engineers. The kind of minds corporations fought over, the ones Luthor’s company owned through shady contracts and blackmail. One by one, they disappeared from Metropolis, slipping through the cracks like digital ghosts.

The city was no stranger to missing persons. Metropolis saw its fair share of people vanishing into the underbelly of crime, alien invasions, or one of Lex Luthor’s ever-growing list of sinister schemes. But this? This was too precise, too targeted. Luthor’s R&D departments were bleeding talent at an alarming rate, and the usual suspects weren’t responsible.

The only common thread? The Code of Ra.

It started as an urban myth—a secretive group offering sanctuary to tech minds who had seen too many of their peers exploited, coerced, or “recruited” by the so-called forces of good and evil. They were promised a place where their work was valued, where they were free to create without fear of it being stolen, weaponized, or locked behind corporate greed.

And at the center of it all? Him.

Tucker hadn’t just built a cult—he’d built a kingdom. One where technology wasn’t a tool for war, where engineers and programmers weren’t disposable assets, where knowledge was sacred. He offered an intellectual utopia, a society where the greatest minds could work without limits. And the best part? They wanted to be there. There was no brainwashing, no coercion. The world had burned them too many times, and Tucker had simply given them an alternative.

And, okay, maybe he leaned into the whole Pharaoh thing a little. He was a reincarnated ruler, after all—might as well own it. Gold-trimmed robes, sleek futuristic stylings with ancient Egyptian aesthetics, and a throne room that looked like a cyberpunk temple. He’d always thought he’d look good in royal attire, and damn, was he right.

But his people didn’t follow him because of the theatrics. They followed because he gave them something no one else had—freedom.

Superman, unaccustomed to dealing with cults, found himself in unfamiliar territory. He had fought tyrants, warlords, and intergalactic conquerors, but a movement built on voluntary devotion? That wasn’t as simple as punching a bad guy. Normally, this was the kind of mess Batman or Wonder Woman would handle. But Diana was off-world, and Gotham had its own cult problem. That left the burden squarely on Superman’s shoulders.

And Tucker? Tucker was more than ready to enjoy the show.

…

DANNY’S POV

The desert sucked.

Like, really sucked.

If he ever made it out of this, he was going to personally petition the Ghost Zone to just delete the concept of sand from existence. Sand was evil. It got everywhere, it was hot, and it made him feel like a melting popsicle under a blowtorch.

His ice core hated him. His human half hated him. The sun was having the time of its life roasting him alive. And then—nothing.

When he woke up, things got weirder.

For one, he wasn’t dead. Which, honestly, was a pleasant surprise considering the whole “heatstroke and possible dehydration” situation. For another, he wasn’t lying in the sand anymore. Nope. Instead, he was inside a coffin.

Not the first time he’d woken up in one, but still, rude.

He sat up, blinking blearily, and was immediately met with dozens of kneeling figures in dark robes. No one screamed. No one attacked. They just...stared.

Which, honestly? Way creepier than ghost attacks.

The air smelled like flowers, incense, and something ancient, like he’d been dropped in the middle of an old temple. Around him were offerings—literal offerings—of gold, silver, and silk. And the people? They were whispering. Murmuring things he barely understood, eyes shining with what he could only describe as religious awe.

Which was never a good sign.

Danny had questions. A lot of questions. But the big one?

What the actual heck was going on?

It took some time—aka him sneaking around, eavesdropping, and pretending he had any idea what he was doing—but eventually, he figured it out.

These people? Every single one of them had died before. Not in the casual, “oops, tripped and fell” way, but in the full-on, flatline, bright light at the end of the tunnel way. And somehow, they’d come back. Some were resurrected, others survived things they shouldn’t have, but they all had one thing in common: they felt drawn to him.

Apparently, he was some kind of cosmic beacon for people who’d taken a one-way trip to the afterlife but forgot to stay there. To them, he wasn’t just some random ghost kid—he was the King. The embodiment of balance, life and death, chaos and order. The guy who got to decide whether people stayed dead.

And that was so not on his resume.

But did that stop people from kneeling at his feet, swearing loyalty, and building a cult around him? Nope.

Did he ask for it? Also nope.

And somehow, it just kept getting bigger. At first, it was just the devoted ghost-adjacent weirdos. Then mercenaries. Then, a group of assassins and a guy named Ra. Even Slade freaking Wilson showed up one day, standing ominously at the back like the world’s most intense chaperone.

Danny didn’t do cults. He wasn’t qualified for cults. He was barely qualified for high school.

But Clockwork had said he needed to establish one, and, well...mission accomplished?

Now, all he had to do was find Sam and Tucker, reunite with his spouses, and figure out how to explain to them that, uh...he might have accidentally become a god-king of the undead.

Yeah. They were never gonna let him live this down.

…

 PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

PPS: I tried a new type of writing. How is it?

[povofjustme]

 The Queen of Death

(2/?)

Fandom: house of the dragon

You read about it many times as a kid

Legends say the island was filled with the strongest and most dangerous warriors

Men and women

The king and Queen throne and crown were made out of there enemy’s

They believe that they are there own ruler, they don’t need the king of king landing telling them what to do

They wear there colors with pride (purple and black)

“The live will walk but the dead will rule”

Mortensen is the family name - the meaning of death

If you were in war with them, just hope you said goodbye to your family

And you could never find them unless they want to be found (they give off Dothraki vibe but without the rape and slavery)

“Who are you?”

You looked around the beach you landed on, your eyes landed on a tall dark longed hair man and your heart stopped when you looked at the man.

“Am y/n Velaryon, I was flying when a storm hit and I seem to land here”

“Velaryon you said” a different voice come out, he seem to be wearing and crown made of bones

“Yes, will half Targaryen… your grace ” y/n

“And the dragon, yours?” Same voice

“Yes, your grace” y/n

“And you survived the storm?” Same voices

“It seem so… your grace”

While you were talking , many people of the kingdom started to come out to see you and your dragon

“ Well my dear, you seem to be the chosen one. I am king Alejandro Mortensen and this my eldest son, Prince Miguel. Please come inside and make yourself at home. You most be cold”

They welcome you in with open arms

Your got to meet King Alejandro family, his wife Queen Mariana, his second Elders princess Sofia and husband youngest prince Antonio

The Queen had got you a room made and had you changed in a more traditional Mortensen clothing.

Princess Sofia and you were the same size so while trying on clothes and got to know each other a little but you still had your guard up

They had asked you to join them for dinner to get to know you better

King Alejandro (bigger version of khal drogo) became king when he was seven and one and meet the queen when he was two and one. They fell in love and he married her

Queen Mariana (looks like Ellaria Sand) come from a small house. She ran away from a marriage that her father tried to force on her. She found herself in the storm as well and landed on this island. The restless history.

Prince Miguel was the one who found you on the beach. You found out he was a year older than you. And was to inherit his father’s. While looking at Miguel, he had this dark look to him. But every time your eyes met his light up a little.

Princess Sofia always had a smile on her face, with much attitude. She seem to be pulled towards you.

And Prince Antonio how to Playboy feel to him. But very open to you about himself. No filter.

“so y/n, what brings you to the island of death?” Antonio

And you couldn’t hold it in any longer , you spent months at Kings Landing, holding in the words in your head, and you only been to this island for less than a few hours, and the pain and emotions were gone

you felt peace here

So you told them everything

To the cheating husband, the best friend’s baby and you going mute

“ I never wanna go back well maybe when I’m stronger but for now I need to find somewhere to call home”y/n

“ you can stay here as long as you need” Miguel

“Really”y/n

“ we need more warriors like you” king

“ l’m not a-“y/n

“ Yes you are and don’t tell yourself that. I see myself in you y/n, we will help you get stronger. Is that right Miguel?” Queen

and since that day, the queen and king has took you as their own

you’ve missed your mom and dad dearly, but you needed a new start for yourself

days turn into weeks, two weeks, turning into into months to months turning into years

and you changed

Miguel told you about the history of the death island. Whoever is to survive the storm, the dead who believes you to be the chosen one.

His father and great grandfather and his great great great grandfather wife all come from the storm. The women came at their weakest point and at the end became the strongest queens

And now you are a warrior and soon to be a wife

Miguel and you fell in love, you’ve never knew you could after Harwin.

It took you a year for you to open about your feelings

He was always good to you, even with the hard look on his face

He will make sure you eat before practice, ask about your day even on his busiest days. And helped you with the wounds that you got from sword fighting

He got on Vermithor good side and always found away to get the dragon some food without flying back in the storms

He taught you everything you know, to hand on hand combat, to fighting with a sword. With him, you became one of the strongest warriors on the island.

He was known to be the most dangerous human on the island. Killed many people and went to war for the first time when he was one and five and lead them to win (Very much Drogo vibe)

And the queen herself molded you, teaching you their language, helping you learn the traditions.

She pushed you and Miguel together with any chance she got, like she said, she sees herself and you and only wanted the best

So after a few years being on the island, you married the heir to the death island.

Now you are known as Princess Y/n Velaryon Mortensen……

Throughout the years, you and Miguel had three children and one on the way 

Your twins boys Jośe and Juan and your baby girl Isabella

You loved your children, only wishing your mother and father could see them

One day, you and Miguel was walking hand-in-hand with your children on the beach, when you saw Vermithor flying away in a hurry 

“Momma, where did Ver go” Jośe asked

“I not sure my love but he always come back” y/n

Vermithor didn’t come back for 2 weeks

A note on the side of his saddle

Leana Velaryon is dead…..



@dramioneforevertilltheend @classicsimpforaaronwarner @ayamenimthiriel @hikaerys

(I hoped you like part two, hold on to your ass bc part 3 in going to be something)

[vuseor]

Knight! Bakugo x Princess! reader

Summary - Reader is forced to pick a spouse to rule the kingdom with but you already have your mind on a certain blonde haired knight.

Warnings - Forced marriage.

The castle walls laid bare as every maid and servant were called to the throne room. That day was the day princess Y/N was to pick her suitor to rule alongside her.

Sighing in boredom, you wait out the preparations for the choosing ceremony. Watching maids hang up decorations, laying down cloths on tables to prepare for the feast to come. Queen L/N walks up to you, patting your head affectionately.

“Be excited about this! After this you’ll finally be ready to take over the throne.” She says grinning widely at you. Rolling your eyes, you continue sitting on your mini throne next your parents. You had been dreading this moment for a long time coming, not understanding the need to have a suitor yet, you were only 20 after all.

As well as your heart was already set on someone, someone who protected you for years. But the gods were cruel and made him fall for another, one of the queens personal maids. They were to get married this weekend, you were of course invited but you thought twice about attending.

“Yes mum, I’m sooo excited to get married to some rando prince from a far away kingdom. My dream actually!” You say sarcasm lacing your voice. Your mum quirks an eyebrow and rolls her eyes. “Come on Y/N you can’t be treated like a child for any longer, it’s time to grow up and be the queen you were destined to be”

You didn’t care too much about being queen, only the thought of how you will be ruling with a dumbass king who will probably be cheating on you with all the maids in the castle. But if you were to rule alongside your childhood crush, Bakugou Katsuki things would be different.

Shrugging off that last thought, you take a deep breath in and mentally prepare yourself. At least maybe your new husband will be handsome, perhaps charitable? Before you could think anymore a maid trots up to you. “Miss Y/N! It’s time for us to get you ready for the ceremony if you were to follow me please”

You get up from your spot and follow the maid to your quarters, misery bubbling in your chest.

-

Meanwhile Bakugo had just finished deciding his flower arrangements with his soon- to be wife Uraraka. They had grown close during a battle in which Uraraka was assigned to be one of the many medics. Bakugo had been injured during a sword fight and the only medic nearby was her.

For a good portion of his life he had always liked you, maybe even loved. But he forbade himself from ever telling you, as a knight and princess of his own kingdom would unfortunately never work out. Meeting Uraraka and luckily finding a few things in common was god send. He thought she was his last chance at the opportunity to have a normal life and grow a family. He would have much rather someone else he knew.. but certainly his chances with them would be 0%.

“Honey.. are you sure about those flowers? I much prefer the lillie’s.” Uraraka says, hands on her hips as she examines the flower choices her fiance had picked. “Yes i’m fucken sure about the flower choices.. just trust me for once will ya!” Tears pricked Uraraka’s version as she runs away, hands picking up her long skirt. “Wait! I didn’t mean- shit”

Rubbing his temples in frustration, Bakugo groaned loudly. He shouldn’t have been so angry with her, after all. She’s his ticket to a normal life. But he can’t help the boiling anger rising to the top, everything about his feelings for her were fake. He would rather have her as a close friend but he was already reaching an age where finding a suitable lady to marry would be hard.

A loud clattering sound invades his deep thoughts as another knight comes into view. “Sir Katsuki, Princess L/N would like to see you at once.” Bakugos heart launches into his throat. He hadn’t seen you since he had proposed, you had been constantly avoiding him.

“Okay. I’ll be on my way soon sir” The knight nodded firmly and retreated back to whatever he was doing. Bakugo straightened his posture and begin his journey to your room.

-

Banging from your door interrupted your hair braiding process. You sigh, putting down your hairbrush.

“Come in.”

You glance to see Katsuki entering, his piercing red eyes looking at you with confusion. His mouth opens to say something but ultimately closes as his mind races to find the right words. But before he can you get up from your vanity and walk towards him, cupping his cheeks gently.

Your fingers lightly move across his scars. He sighs contently, before moving your hands off him. “We shouldn’t get too close” he squeezes his fist in anger, he shouldn’t say or do anything with you day before his marriage. He might have feelings for you but they became out of question when Uraraka entered his life.

“Why have you been avoiding me? I mean I care a lot about you and-“

You look down and scrunch your eyes shut. “I wasn’t meaning to avoid you” Your feelings threaten to spill out. “I just wanted to tell you, that you’re invited to the private ball after my ceremony. It’s invite only”

He nods his head slowly, you can’t have brought him all the way here to tell him about some stupid party?

“Are you sure?.. I feel like there’s another reason. Please tell me it feels like shit, knowing somethings wrong with us” The way he looks at you with such love and concern, makes what your going to say next even harder.

“It DOESNT matter why or even if i’m avoiding you squire. I am your next queen and our personal affairs end today if you cannot accept that.”

Bakugo feels his heart fall, it seems like you had grown out of the childhood soft spot you had for each other. He didn’t want it to end like this but he had no choice. “Yes ma’am. Bakugo takes his leave after, no longer feeling strong enough to be in your presence.

You walk to your large glass window, looking out towards the night sky. A tears cascade from your eyes, you never wanted to talk to Bakugo like that but, you had no choice. You were to pick your new husband soon and couldn’t be found crushing after a knight.

This was for the better.

[marabow]

A ROSE AMONG THORNS (circus ocs x reader series)

Chapter I: The Tickets (03/03/2025)

CW: Stalking, slight misogyny (cuz it's in the Edwardian era, and sadly times back then weren't the kindest)

MASTERLIST

<<Chapter II>>

 

For as long as the stage between childhood and adulthood existed, so did the feeling of being an outcast. Many wished to grow up too quickly, while others still remained in their childhood innocence, with creativity bound within their souls. Those who grew up too quickly judged the ones with younger souls out of simple jealousy for still remaining innocent and with their heads up some clouds, while the ones who still remained in their childhood mind judged the ones with older souls for being wiser and more down to earth, just out of much envy as the other party. 

        Somewhere in the world, in a boarding school that only accepted girls, by a window with a view to the school’s garden and mountains in the far back, sat two girls at a table, playing with chess pieces between their fingers, moving them to different squares of the board, slowly losing more and more pawns and other pieces as the game progressed. 

The black queen chess piece was put right in front of the white king chess piece, leaving no possible ways for it to get out of its ruckus, as the black king chess piece was helping the chess piece right in front of the white one. With the power of a helper-mate, the girl with rich copper strands picked the white king piece with her fingertips, leaving the girl in front of her without any chess pieces, as she finished the game with a checkmate from her side.

   “Checkmate!” she clapped her hands, as the girl with (h/c) hair felt annoyed, and lazily picked up a black pawn that she captured earlier between her fingertips, her short nails slightly grazing the wooden piece. Chess wasn’t exactly her forte, but she knew that the girl in front of her cheated… well at least, that’s what she speculated.

“I swear one day I’ll catch you, and turn you into a simple pawn, Olga!” the girl with (h/c) hair teasingly threatened the other girl, even putting her fist up to motion how she was gonna plan an evil scheme to have the redhead caught red handed. 

       Olga simply laughed, finding the light heartening threat funny, as the girl finally put the pawn down.

        “(First and Middle name), no need to do that! Aren’t we best friends?” she giggled. The girl knew that her friend didn’t like being called by her first name by anyone outside her family, but thank Aether for making her an exception to that rule. 

        “Olga, how many times must I say,” the girl in front of her started, sighing in disappointment, “Just call me (NAME), especially in front of others!... Oh well, I know you’re only teasing me, so I can’t really be angered.” she eventually cracked a smile, not being able to put on her angry facade anymore. These two were known as the troublemakers of Gus Reinhart boarding school, so much so people would compare them to two little boys. At least they were both like two peas in a pod, rarely separated, with Olga’s childish yet clever antics at pulling pranks and (NAME)’s stubborn yet life saving ideas for saving them from getting caught, so that is quite a catch in a friendship, isn’t it? Two powers combined to create tomfoolery.

        As Olga giggled, they both suddenly heard the sound of the cuckoo clock inside the recreation room ringing as per usual, showing how the little wooden people were  putting on a show with the help of the gears moving, twisting and turning inside the clock to create this show to symbolise how time passed by and it was now the first half of the day.

       After the tune died down, with the little figurines going back inside the clock as if it was their house, the two girls just looked at each other with disappointed frowns, before (NAME) got up to search for both her’s and Olga’s navy coloured boleros at the coat rack. “Ugh, why must we leave again? We were just having fun!”

        “You were the one having fun, always winning at everything! “ the (h/c) haired girl scoffed playfully, “We need to go to the horse racing that one other school is hosting. You know, Tom Mage, the all boys school?”

       “Ugh, haven’t we seen them before winter vacation? I’m tired of seeing some of our schoolmates slobbering all over them. The boys aren’t even that handsome!” Olga sighed, tracing her fingers over the symbols carved on the wooden table. (NAME) had to agree, the boys were quite arrogant and shallow, but she didn’t create a whole ruckus out of the whole thing like Olga.

        “Well, at least we won’t have to talk about the components of a plant at science class, or any other lesson of today for that matter!” (NAME) giggled, tidying her black boater hat with the flower pins that decorated it on top of her hair.

        “That’s true. Maybe we can pull a prank on them once we get there!” Olga grinned mischievously, suggesting her ‘evil’ plan to the other girl. (NAME) laughed sarcastically, not really in the mood for anything that could get them in trouble.

        “Yeah, let’s pull a prank so the headmistress would send us to The Choker. I’m not even sure if two people even would fit in there!”

Olga stuck out her tongue towards the brunette in an annoyed yet playful manner. The Choker was something many girls feared, as it was the worst punishment a girl could get, or well, anybody could get. It was said that girls who got sent there never returned, which could send shivers down anybody's spine, but (NAME) knew for the better that girls were only sent back home after a night there as a way to punish them, before getting expelled. Truly a cruel form of punishment, but who is she to judge?

        Miss Hoffman walked inside the room, looking at the girls with her dry and grumpy face, her nose scrunching up with usual disgust towards the girls. If our protagonist had a way to describe her, it'd be that she was like a bitter prune, not only on the outside with her wrinkly appearance, but also with how mean she was towards everybody. (NAME) speculated that it was because she was jealous of their youth, but nobody knows, or will ever know.

        "Girls, girls, come along now." She said in boredom, starting to count the girls, using a notebook to say the names for attendance. Olga was trying to crack jokes to (NAME), but the (h/c) haired girl shushed her so Miss Hoffman won’t catch them having fun.

       Once the attendance was done, the ladies exited the room so that they could catch the carriage.(NAME) remained last as she picked up her satchel with her journal inside, and started running in the direction the other girls went towards the carriages outside.

       Finally getting there, Miss Hoffman started scolding her for being late as always, using her last name as per usual. Since she arrived kind of late, she was put in a carriage with a few other girls, both younger and older. Next to her sat a girl three years her junior by the looks of her small stature and chubby cheeks.(NAME) couldn’t help but have her interest piqued at the girl’s unique face mark, which was a reddish-purple stain on her porcelain face, not like a bruise, but as if somebody poured wine on her face and it remained tinted around her eye.

        As the carriage started trotting,(NAME) kept her eyes outside at the surroundings, watching nature go by. She felt a soft pat on her shoulder, coming from the girl with the peculiar yet pretty mark on her face. (NAME) gave her a smile, before the girl got closer to her to whisper something to her ear.

       “Did you ever hear the story of the amazing carnival that’s coming to town?” Being surprised was an underestimation, (NAME) was confused yet intrigued.

       “What Carnival if I may ask?”

       “Cirque de Strangemageddon, of course! Only those worthy enough get invitations. It is said that it has the best circus the world could see, with fellas that have peculiar talents!”

        (NAME) wanted to hear more, but the carriage stopped, and the girl quickly got out, leaving (NAME) with the other girls in the carriage.

“What did Lisa say? Did you listen to her? She can predict the future!” A sea of voices were talking over one another, asking (NAME) questions about this girl’s words of “wiseness”, yet (NAME) couldn’t answer any of them, as she was questioning herself what kind of information she’s heard.

        Suddenly, One of the staff mistresses called all the girls to get out of the carriage, and being the obedient girls they are, listened. Once (NAME) got out, she was met by Ms Delaluz, a much younger staff member, yet that would still be considered as an older woman by many.

As their names were being called out to see which girl’s where, (NAME) kept looking around, for nothing in particular, but she was bored. Fiddling with her fingers, she noticed that there was faint music coming from the far distance, so faint she barely noticed until every girl kept quiet and Ms Delaluz stopped mid sentence to catch her breath from naming all the baronesses and other high status girls, who, to be completely honest, had quite long names.

       Before she could look at the direction of the source from which the sound came from, the staff and girls all began walking towards where the horse race would happen, and of course she had to follow.

As (NAME) was walking, she caught the appearance of the young girl from earlier, Lisa, walking away. From the crowd and into the direction of the sound. (NAME) kept looking in the direction she went, that she bumped into the back of a boy, one with short curly blond hair, as his helmet almost fell out of his hands . “Watch where you’re going...” he stopped briefly after seeing that it wasn’t another boy from his school, but a girl from the all girl’s school that was a bit farther from the town. “Oh, please excuse me, miss! I thought you were one of my cohorts.” He laughed awkwardly, his chocolate brown eyes looking bashfully at the ground, which (NAME) found really weird but not threatening in any way.

        “Um...Yeah, no...I terribly apologise for being an inconvenience-”

       “Elijah! Stop acting inappropriate towards the gentleladies!” They both turned around to see another boy, this ‘Elijah’ toff’s schoolmate from what (NAME) understood. He was a boy with very long brown hair, tied in a ponytail, with a lot of moles on his skin, not only peppered on his face but also on his neck and hands from what (NAME) could notice.

    “But I didn’t do anything wrong, Clément!” He scoffed before looking at the girl with big puppy dog eyes “Did I say anything inappropriate to you?!”

        “Hmm... yes you did!” The girl joked, which made the blond frown in mock anger as the other boy laughed, not at her joke, but at his fellow equestrian mate’s face. “Either way, I’ve got to go. Goodbye!”

        “Really, no giving name or anything?” The boy named Elijah asked as (NAME) was going at the guest seats, shaking her head playfully. “Only the devil knows!”

        “She seems fun to be around!” Elijah said to Clément as (NAME) was at a far distance from them.

        “Oh, isn’t she pretty too?” Clément teased, making the blond click his tongue in embarrassment even more, pushing the taller boy by his shoulder.

       Once (NAME) got to the entrance of the grandstand, Olga waved at her to come sit next to her in the back, which would be easy for her to leave and come to the grandstand anytime.

        “What took you so long?” The copper haired girl asked, making (NAME) laugh sarcastically.

        “Oh, nothing of importance.”

        The race started, with the blond boy from earlier appearing on the scene, his tan skin filled with freckles and dimples causing girls to fawn over him, and even (NAME) had to admit, he was cute. He got on his horse, a white stallion kissed by small grey spots on various areas of its coat. The other boys had just as interesting horses, which (NAME) honestly wanted to admit that she’d like to run her hands over their manes... though, she was still thinking about the rhythm of that little tune from earlier...

Miss Hoffman immediately took (NAME) out of her daydream, as the old woman was searching for somebody, causing panic in the girls and other staff at the race. That’s when (NAME) remembered that they’re probably searching for Lisa. That’s when (NAME) had a plan of not being bored of the race going on.

        She whispered to Olga that she’ll go search for ‘the missing girl’ since she knows where she is, and to announce Miss Hoffman that she won’t be going too far in the search.

        “Are you mad?!” But on deaf ears was heard the sound of Olga’s whispered shouts as the (h/c) haired girl ran out in search of the girl... or more like as a way to go in town to see the source of the sound from earlier.

        The sound of her mary janes alerted the racers who were sitting at the entrance of the grandstand, chatting about this and that and whatever will come back, so they barely noticed (NAME) walking towards the town, but even a black sheep in a pen will catch the attention of a passer by, just as (NAME) caught the attention of some familiar chartreuse eyes.

        She was like a poor sailor, hypnotised by the sound of a whimsical tune, as she was getting closer to the tune, closer to where that girl might be. As she was walking down a forest path, she yelped when the sound of a boot crushing a stick left a ringing in her ear. Looking behind, she saw the boy from earlier, Clément, looking at her with a shocked expression that he got caught stalking her.

        “...What in bloody hell are you doing here?!” She scolded him, totally weirded out by him.

        “I’m just making sure you’re alright! I saw you leaving the area, and I don’t want you to get lost. Believe me, this creek is like a maze. I’ve got lost here multiple times.”

        “That still doesn’t explain why you followed me-” before she could finish her sentence, something flew towards her, getting stuck in the flower pins that were on her hat. She took her hat off, to look at what got glued to her pins.

Two tickets... but for what? A theatre, a grand opening of a new store...or...

      “You’ve been invited to ‘Circo Di Strangemageddon’, Clem Degenhart”... on one of them read. (NAME) was surprised, especially since there was a second ticket that wrote “Come to Circo Di Strangemageddon, (NAME) Burton”. Before either of them could question, a baby polar bear appeared, on a unicycle, with a handbell in hand, ringing for the two teenagers to follow it. (NAME) didn’t even think twice as she began running farther down the path, following the polar bear much similar to Alice with the white rabbit in that one story she read which she found quite cynical.

       Clément rolled his eyes as he followed her close behind. Neither of them knew that this one small action will tip the dominos, creating a permanent effect that will change their lives forever.

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Persephone Headcanons: A Queen's Power (Greek Mythology)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is the base yandere headcanon of Persephone from Greek Mythology! Please enjoy this chapter here, my muffins!] 

(Disclaimer: Greek Mythology is fricked up, there is a whole lot of bad stuff in it. I do not support this stuff in current real life. Also, these are Greek Gods and Greek Monsters, and they are not humans, so they play by different rules. Still sussy content mentioned warning!  Disclaimer: This is Persephone taking from various sources on Greek Mythology and is my version of her. So she may not be exactly what you imagined!  Disclaimer: Persephone is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanons from canon! Thank you!) 

-Base Yandere Persephone Headcanons From Various Greek Mythology Sources- 

.Peresephone is a smart young woman, and in her lore she was known as Kore which was the maiden. 

.She gained the name Persephone when she became the Goddess of the Dead and the Queen of The Underworld, never the Goddess of Spring. 

.She was The Daughter of Zeus, and her husband was Hades, The King of the Underworld. 

.She was the daughter of Demeter, and before Hades came after she did not have the chance to be her own Goddess. 

.But Hades offered her a chance to be her person and be a Queen. 

.She took, eating 6 seeds of pomergranate and she would spend half of the year in the underworld as Perespone. 

.Fast forward over 1000 years to the modern day, Peresephone still does this same dance with her mother and her husband, but she has felt an emptiness for centuries. 

.That is when she met you, the most stunning person she has ever met. 

.You were a human, and she found your soul beautiful, and she wanted you to be hers and hers alone. 

.Both she and her husband had extramarital activities. While she was on earth, she was able to cheat on her husband. 

.She was obsessed with you, to you, you were beyond stunning, and she was taken by you. 

.She would be the yandere that would want you in her life, and yes, she cheated on her husband, but she hoped that he would share you with her. 

.She believes that you and her could be together with Hades, and you could be the one to fix their marriage. 

.She hated leaving her mother now, because for six months she could only watch you from afar. 

.She watched your life line with the three fates and she knew how you would die and when, she was happy she would be in the underworld when you did. 

.But there was something that upset her, and that was that you lived a full life without her. 

.You had a spouse, kids, and a family. It was unacceptable, You are the love of her life; she loves you even more than she learned to love Hades. 

.You were something else to her entirely. 

.She was the type of yandere that would be like the other Gods and know she is better than anyone else for you. 

.That is because she is the Queen of the Underworld and the Goddess of the Dead.  .So she knew she was better than this human you would choose to marry, you just have not met her yet, and if you thought you could be with some worthless mortal. 

.Well, she will have to step in and twist fate.  .She adores you and would make you her spouse. One way or another. (More on this in a bit)  .She dealt with rivals being swift and precise,  using the three fates to severe the fates of anyone who tried to get too close to you. 

.End their life before they could worm their way into your heart and steal you away from her. 

.She knows it is not the right thing to do, but she is the Queen of the Dead and she was not going to let any unworthy scum defile you and or steal you away from her. 

.She is a bit of a manipulative yandere because over these hundreds of years, she had gotten a taste of what it was like to have power. 

.Hades allowed her to have a say in what happened in the underworld. 

.This meant she was used to making choices and being able to control things, and that also meant she was like that as a woman and yandere. 

.She is used to having power and control, and that is what she wants over you: power and control. 

.Of course, she also wants your love and devotion, but she WILL have control and power over you.  .She would give you the illiussion of having your own choice and your own say, but in truth you do not have these things. 

.In truth, you are at her will, and she controls even when you take your last breath in the mortal world. 

.Just like her husband did to her, she breaks free from the underworld and would pull you down into it. 

.After she does this, this is where she will confess her love, and yes, it is a test for you. She does not tell you that, but your life depends on it. 

.If you accept her love, she will cherish you, and you would always be with her. 

.If you did not accept her love? Well, then you failed the test and that meant that you would be tricked into eating 12 pomegranate seeds. 

.One for each month of the year, and now you were forever tied to the underworld. 

.You have unknowingly forfitted the right to be up in the world of mortals. 

.6 months, you are free the play with Cerbus and wander the underworld. 

.But the 6 months that Peresphone was here in the underworld, you were to play the duty as her consort and be by her side at all times. 

.Your freedom was gone the moment you told her you did not accept her love and or feel the same. 

.Except you had no Goddess mother to save you from the underworld. 

.You were trapped, and you would never be allowed to leave the confines of the underworld (but hey, for 6 months, you get to take care of the three-headed fur baby! So it is not a total loss!) 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed, and yes,  this means at some point I will do a persephone and Hades sharing You base yandere! So keep an eye out for that, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffin!] 

[aliciavance4228]

In your opinion, what do you think Perseus feels about each of the younger heroes? Especially considering a good portion of them doomed themselves because of hubris / cheating on their wives

One hero Perseus seems to be contemporary with is Bellerophon. He was exiled to Argos, which back then was ruled by Proteus, and where he was also raped/assaulted/accused of sexual abuse by the queen, which ultimately led to Proteus sending Bellerophon to different missions. Coincidentally enough, Proteus was eventually killed by Perseus (at least according to Hyginus), which I do believe that brought Bellerophon some kind of satisfaction. I do believe that if Perseus and Andromeda would've been the king and the queen at that time and Bellerophon would've been sent to them instead then perhaps Perseus would've treated him as a son, and Bellerophon would've became a better person. Also, maybe Perseus would try to be on good terms with Pegasus as well, considering the fact that he killed his mother without knowing she was pregnant.

Theseus is a more complicated subject. I do think that he would have some sort of distant attitude towards him purely because of his father, Aegeus. According to Tzetzes one of Perseus' daughters, Autochthe, was married to him, but after many daughters and no son he decided not only to divorce her, but also to consult the oracle (and Perseus knows very well what could happen when a king visits the Oracle because he wants a male heir). I also do not find it hard to believe that Perseus would criticize Theseus' personal life as well, considering the fact that dude abandoned a woman he was supposed to marry (whereas Perseus married a woman who was just abandoned) and asked for his son to be killed, without even knowing wheter or not Phaedra's accusations were real. Also, Helen of Sparta was his (step) great-granddaughter, so he has reasons to despise him for kidnapping her too.

Heracles was Perseus' great-grandson, so I find it hard to believe that he was still alive when Heracles was an adult. Perhaps he was more concerned by the fact that his granddaughter's newborn is inhumanly strong for a baby and almost had a heart attack after finding out who is his father.

Ironically enough I think that Perseus would get along with Cadmus the most, but they two never met.

On the last part of your ask, I can see Perseus judging heroes for their hubris, but I have doubts in terms of cheating. While Perseus himself seems to be ahead of his time when it comes to his attitude towards women, that doesn’t change the fact that Ancient Greece was a patriarchal society, and cheating wasn't condemned among men most of the time. Not to mention the fact that having sex slaves wasn't considered cheating back then. One of Perseus' best friends during his reign was Pelops, who had a bastard son. One of Perseus' sons was Electryon, who had a bastard son as well. So while he was a faithful husband that doesn’t mean that the men around him were like him. And considering the fact that there are lots of figures in Greek Mythology both during and after his times who commited WAY MORE horrible crimes I do not consider cheating to be the ultimate criteria that he would use in order to judge other people.

[marianadecarlos]

hewwo ma amie !! i came as stated cus bourbon - habsburg infodump exchange

I would actually want a presentation about mariana de austria ... im a loser who doesnt know much about her ! i read about her when she got to spain and was confused about spanish (that was so real from her) but i dont know more cool stuff about her at all ... so feel free to tell me anything you find remarkable about her !

who is your favourite bourbon ? :3

Thank you for this Question:

Queen Mariana of Austria is known as the Mother of Charles II of Spain and the niece/wife of Philip IV. She was Queen Regent when her husband Philip IV died and ruled on Carlos II's behalf until he was 14. Like Charles II, Queen Mariana was a victim of the classic “decline of Spain” paradigm. She is defined by 19th-century historians as “weak,” “unstable,” and “ignorant” but also “Machiavellian,” “scheming,” “with a German outlook” (meaning foreign), at times “melancholic” because she suffered from migraines, and was overly pious and uninterested in politics because she “dressed as a nun." She was accused of handing power over to her favorites; Jose Everardo Nithard and Fernando de Valenzuela. In reality, She was smart, strategic, strong, decisive, and seemingly tactile. Her favorites played a dominant role in her regency but her strong and decisive personality and her extensive and consistent participation in all aspects of government suggest otherwise. She faced two political crises during her regency the first was in 1669 resolved by her dismissal of Nithard; the second, between 1675 and 1677, ended with Valenzuela’s fall and her exile. There is evidence in state papers to prove that she did not surrender power to them. Speaking of Jose Everardo Nithard, He was Mariana's tutor, friend, and later her confessor. He was made inquisitor General. As for Valenzuela, Known as the palace elf, due to his influence and connections to people in high places. He married a woman who is part the queens valet. He provided Queen Mariana information about gossip and rumors that were circulating in Madrid. Valenzuela got more influencial overtime which created tension between him and the court. He was Mariana's protégé. Their friendship caused controversy and nasty rumors where made about them as a result. The worst one I believe was the rumor of Queen Mariana sleeping with Valenzuela. The fact that people actually believe that rumor makes me angry. Mariana was dressed as a nun because this is the type of dress worn by Habsburg widows. She made a few changes to the garb like having princely folds and lavish materials. Queen Mariana was exposed to the Spanish cultural traditions because Mariana's mother is Philip IV's sister. She was exposed to Italian culture because of two generations of italian empresses. Mariana both observed and participated in court ballets, rituals, and ceremonies; her dance master, Santo Ventura, was highly regarded. Boys received this kind of instruction as well. Leopold I, for example, was an avid consumer and practitioner of theater and music as emperor. At the age of seven, for example, Mariana publicly greeted her parents on their return from the Diet of Regensburg in 1641 by saluting her mother in the Spanish style and her father in Latin. When the fourteen-year-old performed a similar greeting in Trento, this time as queen of Spain, she had had at least seven years of practice. Queen Mariana was educated and spoke Latin, Spanish and German well. Judging by her education and her fleunt spanish, I doubt she struggled speaking spanish. I read somewhere that Queen Mariana as a child loves playing with dolls. She was cheerful, obedient, and lively girl. Her marriage to King Philip IV of Spain was always described as a terrible marriage because King Philip "cheated" on her, their different personalities, and massive age gap. In reality, They had an affectionate relationship and King Philip was loyal throughout their marriage. He described himself as a change man and would give Mariana everything she wanted. They did struggle financially though and at times could get caught in a series of arguments. I mean no marriage is perfect.

Gossip writer Barrioneuvo reports that one day The Queen asked for pastries and commented that she was not served for some days. She was told that the pastry cook would not supply the palace until a large outstanding bill had been paid. She removed a ring from her finger and ordered a servant to exchange it for pastries; Manuelillo de Gante told her to put the ring back on and gave the servant a copper to buy some tarts so that the Queen can finish her dinner.

Queen Mariana was the woman behind Castillio De San Marco, After a pirate attack in June 1668 roused Mariana into action. Queen Mariana was horrified receiving this news because the attack was so brutal. On March 11, 1669, the queen regent issued her decree ordering the viceroy of New Spain to send subsidies to the city. She also added funding for the building of a masonry fortification and additional soldiers. To oversee the project, she sent Don Manuel de Cendoya to St. Augustine as the new royal governor. Her judgement protected and spurred the city’s growth over the following decades. This growth even led to a later governor requesting the same regent queen for a new two-story, coquina Governor’s House in St. Augustine.

Mariana was a good mother-in-law to Marie Louise of Orleans. After the wedding of Marie Louise, Carlos introduced Marie Louise. Marie Louise bowed to her but Queen Mariana grabbed her hands and told her to stand; and said "Call me mother" with a smile.

Mariana in the year 1696 felt pain in her breast turns out she had breast cancer and she tries her best to hide it because she did not want Maria Anna of Nueburg to take over. The pain was unbearable that she asked the doctors to check her breast. When they examined the Queen they found a huge tumor in her breast. Their is no treatment for this and she was offered relics and prayers. When she died.

Reports of miracles attributed to her quickly began to circulate. These miracles and her body’s reported “incorruptibility” three years after her death led to a beatification proceeding in the last years of Carlos’s reign. Mariana’s path to sainthood, however, came to an abrupt end when the new dynasty, the Bourbons, took power. Both the beatification proceedings in 1698 and its abandonment in 1702 were as politically motivated as everything else in her life had been

I won't give too much information on her regency because there is a book about it called Queen, Mother, and Stateswoman Mariana of Austria and the government of Spain by Silvia Z. Mitchell. This book is my source about her and the reason why I made this blog so her side of the story will be known. Other sources are from https://governorshouselibrary.wordpress.com/2022/09/22/mariana-de-austria-the-queen-behind-the-castillo-de-san-marcos/?fbclid=IwY2xjawE5D5UBHUpP8HVhtFboR9ZThC2j5LNDLj531pKjmVxtGQbf7A2yMOo2AuNxqEU3Qw

I like 4 bourbons, Philip V, Luis I, Fernando VI, and Carlos III. If I had to choose one it would be Carlos III because he modernized Spain and imposed great reforms.

Sorry I took so long to reply

[angelasscribbles]

WIP File Game

Thanks for the tag @justafunctionalmess

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Ok, I’m doing a couple of things differently.

First, don’t send an ask (they are currently turned off), just comment or reblog here or send me a DM.

Second, I’m just tagging my tag list. Consider this both an invitation to ask me for info/a snippet on my WIPS AND to post your own WIP folder titles. Also applies to anyone not tagged. Everyone who sees this, feel free to play along.

NOTE: If you ever wonder why I sometimes get overwhelmed and stop writing, it’s not for lack of ideas, but rather it's because I have so many ideas that my brain can’t decide where to focus and I end up focusing nowhere. It’s an ADHD thing, and it’s a real problem, believe me. You’ll see how many WIPS I have and this is just my fanfic. I have original stuff I’m currently working on as well.

My WIP titles:

(BR=Bad Romance, CRA=Cordonian Royal Airlines, VD=Valentine’s Day. BB=Blood Bound. TRH=The Royal Heir. ONiC=One Night in Cordonia. BRC=Bad Romance Continues. RC-Romance Club.)

Unless otherwise noted, these are all TRR fics.

BB Jax

BR relationship check in (ask)

BR TRH3

CRA VD2

Drake Cheating

Driam Drake steals Riley on purpose

Kuck Kink Drake

Liam claims her back at engagement kick off

Mistaken marriage

ONiC Liv x Max

The Highway Man follow up

Lost and Found (BR reboot if Riley had married Drake instead)

Ask: Bianca shares info with Hinge Riley

Ask: Drake and Liam friendship begins

Ask: truth or dare

Ask: Update on Dreo

Ask: Dominic x Maxwell (Choices/RC crossover)

Ask: Deliliah x Drake after she’s turned, like in Dark Elf

Ask: BR gang VD

Savage Love ch 39

 Law’s End ch 8

Dark Elf ch 9

The Dark Kingdom ch 9

Queen of Hearts: Leo

Insurrection ch 4

Behind Closed Doors ch 3

Leo and Liv ch 7

Bad Parenting ch 4

Bad Parenting Leo, Siobhan and Drake

 The King’s Mistress 2

The Defiant King Rock a bye baby

CRA The New Girl

BRC Bad Hinging

BRC bday

BRC Liam shhh

BRC Domvallier

BRC First Impressions Liam

BRC Jace in ambulance

BRC limo

BRC Max and Riley one night stand

BRC Operation Sunflower

BRC paintball

BRC Valtoria dinner party

BRC who do you love more

RC Melting Point Tenley (OTI)

RC HSR car battery

RC HS power

RC HS Austie

RC HS Mortal Ascension ch 3

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[lovezbrownies]

I just sent a completely different ask, so I hope I'm not spamming you, but I just had another thought about your works, I could totally see Queen Nia being forced to have a sham marriage with another kingdom's ruler for the sake of alliance, if threatened with a devestating war otherwise for example, and I could also see that ruler forcing her to carry a heir, and that being the reason why she despises her own child, being forced to carry a child for a relationship she never wanted, all the while having a secret (or possibly open secret) love affair with her "faithful lifetime servant". This would also totally open the door for a polyamorous relationship with the darling, but that's a whole nother' can of worms. None of this is a request by the way, just thoughts I had about your work that I figured you may enjoy, feel free to tell me to keep it to myself.

Hello! :3 This is actually very very fire wait let me cook. (so sorry this took so long dunno whats up with me lately) This got so long I love it :3 also! i love love getting unique asks like these! Super appreciate any and every ask I receive :3 don't be shy <3

Masterlist.

Queen Nia x GN!Reader.

Queen Nia is known as a delinquent by the Board of Chiefs and staff who are close to her. She likes to bend the rules, she doesn't listen to anyone's orders, and she hates being told otherwise. And what can anyone say? Nia's the queen, and she's been the queen since age 16, she's old enough to realize that what she says, goes. Nia is as stubborn as a mule, and she lets anyone who defies her know that fact well.

But what happens when the stubborn mule is forced to be faced with the truth? When the threat of war looms over her head and the only way she can ease it is by marrying some heir? Well she'd go nuts! Nia is reckless sure, but first of all, she's a queen, and she wants to be known as the best Queen of Xelera ever. Maybe that's why she hires assistants to do work for her and then she would take all the credit. So, Nia steps up, and agrees to the proposal. Marry the king of a faraway land's kid, the heir of their kingdom, let's name it Misal for convenience's sake, all in the hopes of avoiding war. She is smart enough to make it clear and concise. Nia doesn't love them, she never will, and she will openly cheat on this heir with her real spouse, that is you. Nia doesn't bother to get to know her new royal spouse, takes you up as the Queen's most treasured servant, and goes on with her average life. She barely tolerates it when she has to speak with her so-called ''spouse" about whatever responsibilities they expect her to accomplish. Like just send the document over to her assistant! Is it so hard to let Nia live at peace as she hand feeds you exotic fruits.

Over the years of a resentful, heated marriage the two royals are forced to have at least two kids to continue the Royal Bloodwen bloodline. The other kid is for the heir's ridiculous, tainted, nasty bloodline. Nia's hatred for children almost triples when its the kids from her war-preventing marriage. Nia would shower you in gold while her kids can barely speak to her.

Nia is openly and clearly unfaithful, something she's established from the start. Even inviting you to her wedding and spending most of her time with you during said wedding. If Nia's royal spouse dares to anger her in some way she'd banish them off to whatever summer house her father had before his passing. If the king, her spouse's father, dares to impose war on her due to her treatment of his child she will threaten him back saying she'd gladly end his pathetic heir's life and broadcast it for all to see and send out her soldiers pillage his kingdom. Nia becomes smart about this situation. She'd plant spies in Misal. She would tell the Chief of Military to increase training, to spread military propaganda, to spend more money on equipment. All of this is to make sure that Xelera becomes the strongest Military entity in the world. No one can threaten her any longer, she'd keep the little heir under lock and key. Only to use this unintelligent heir as bargaining bait against Misal's king. "Give us more of this or your heir dies." And if Misal tries to call their bluff, a day later a video of said heir, knocked out, a knife barely grazing against their neck, if they woke up it would mean immediate impalement and immediate death.

Safe to say, Nia would be cute to her amazing darling, while an absolute cunt to everyone else around her.

[deadlyanthem]

what's good gang! ares here with canon kd1 (the king 2016), han wonbin. super excited to be here! without further adieu, below the cut you will find info on my kennedy wannabe. hit this post with a like and i'll swing into your dms to plot 📩

look, you should know...

the han's come from a line of noblemen, old money, people with positions of power

his father, for a long as wonbin can remember, has always been for and in the conservative political party. a real stickler for traditional ways, keeping the rich rich and the poor, well, working.

ruled his house in a very cutthroat way; you either wise up or shut the fuck up.

but that was exactly wonbin's problem. the black sheep, the sore thumb, he did everything different. he's a lover, not a fighter. too smart for his own good. listens too keenly. wears two faces. gets under your skin. gets you right where he wants you. his father doesn't trust a man who smiles a lot. wonbin gleams.

this divide between the han patriarch and the youngest son fostered a mean spirit inside wonbin, but don't worry, he keeps it under wraps. no one ever knows what he's truly thinking. he's charismatic, a friend to everyone and enemy to none. your mother would love him.

but only because she doesn't know him. really, he's an entitled, spoilt philanderer with a skewed view of how the world works and how it should work for him. maybe he's not so different from his father after all? but yeah he's known as the peasant king, and yeah, despite being in a right wing political party he feigns interest in the layman's life. but only because he wants to keep them there, where he thinks they belong.

long may you rule when you no one knows your true intentions and at the end of the day, you think they're all beneath you.

the king and all of his...

it's not totally strange for him to get into the king's club. his father and his brothers had been through the same process although it was unbeknownst to him at the time. see, he thought he had something over them, thought that he might have been the better han. he doesn't know yet that he is all of the things his father simultaenously hates about himself and wishes he could be.

he's approached by the queen in 2013, son of a prolific politician and debate team hopeful, he's so full of promise. wonbin quickly manipulates her into vouching for him and helping him in getting the leg up on all of the rituals.

the kid is smart, he's got brains but they're not doing him any good. his weakness was women. his daddy issues meant that he sought validation in the eager eyes and the plush lips of a lover. it's almost like a drug, the way he craves someone to look at him and only him as if he put the stars in the sky. and when he's a chessmaster, he learns the perils of such hunger.

he cheats on his fiance. it's a paltry offence in his grand scheme of things but the fallout is divisive. he'll blame their differences, they were on the out for a long time, it was hardly love

but this is where he differs from his father. ever the lover, never the fighter he takes this set back like a punch to the chin. he tries on humility for size. dare he turn the other cheek.

he champions the underdog, he places them strategically on his chessboard. he coaches them to victory. he makes diamonds out of coal and maybe he loses himself in the process. his father stares at him every time he looks in the mirror and there's something so violent about his smile now.

2024, the ghosts are knocking at your door...

he follows his father's path, hot on his heels. he scrutinises him and all his shortcomings as he builds his own case. president han is a steadfast and vicious leader, his cabinet knows this well. but he is as only smart as tradition limits him and this is where he'll fail, wonbin thinks.

wonbin swears he's going to best him, don't you worry. for now he bides his time, and solidifies his seat at the table. he climbs his way up to deputy minister of health and welfare and soon the policies and laws that he takes part in implementing thrusts him into the public spotlight. with all these eyes on him, he stresses the need to be a man of the people, unlike his dear father. they all trust him, for now. but they do not know of the man behind the mask, they do not know of his greed.

[t-the-ring-master]

Facts about Spades!

This will be facts about T’s card Spades. Since I already did facts about T. I’ll be doing facts for each Card.

Tw: brief mention of death. Mention of him punching someone. He cheats in freeze tag.

Request: closed

Asks: open

Tag list: @the-lavender-clown @cs-cabin-and-crew

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Spades is the eldest of the group. His age is unconfirmed, but he is definitely older than diamonds who comes from the 1600’s.

He’s missing his left eye due to a fight he had gotten in with one of his younger sisters. He had 13 siblings in total. Spades was the eldest.

Came from a place where it was matron ran. So his mother ran everything with an iron fist. They didn’t get along. All the females in his family were at war for the throne.

His whole family is dead. He may or may not be the reason.

Anyways, T found him after going into his story to check things out. She found him alone just outside his now decaying kingdom. He had been alone for about 20 years at that point.

Became loyal to T after she offered him a position as her first and most powerful card.

All the cards represent the joker card. T holds the ace, kings, and queens. The cards are never allowed to pass those ranks.

Spades was basically raising his younger siblings, his father had been banished by his mother and his step father died after his 3rd sister had been born. And the next stepfather wanted nothing to do with any of the kids the former royal consorts had.

Due to his hands on rearing of his siblings, he became pretty good at taking care of kids. So there has been a few times where he’s taken care of a few of T’s workers kids.

As I said before, I like drama, so he is very much in love with T.

T knows this and uses it to her advantage. Spades knows this and literally does not care. Someone get this man a handbook on healthy relationships.

Has found he really loves sweets (his stepfather always snuck him and his brother’s treats when he could.) but due to T’s preference for savory things over sweet, he pretends he prefers savory as well.

T actually often lets Spades or the other cards dine with her, and she knows of Spades’ sweet tooth, so she always has some desserts on the table. She’s not that mean.

Spades: because I just want you for my own~

T: please leave me the heck alone~

Spades is always bringing flowers, art or other things back from stories T has had him scout.

So far Spades favorite has been Bookmarks. It’s easy for him to blend in so he can easily be hands on, which is his main preference. Staying in the shadows is more of Diamonds’ thing.

Actually really hates most card games. You can explain the rules to him over and over and he will always forget.

He does like board games though, and hide and seek.

He has pretty long hair, and since there are kids that live in the circus with their parents, I can see him letting the kids decorate his hair for shows.

Very old fashioned. Kissing of the hand as a greeting. Bowing when a superior enters. Makes sure he’s wearing the right gloves for the right occasion.

I mentioned he loves sweets, but he’s allergic to chocolate. He was so sad about it too. Was so excited to try a snickers and chocolate really said “let me close this blond’s wind pipe.”

Had two different eye colors until he had his eye removed. His left eye was green, while his right eye is a golden orange kind of color. Kind of amber really.

He’s left handed… most stuff in the circus is made for right handed people. Clubs is also left handed… they fight over the left handed desk daily. Diamond has to break them up regularly. And since Clubs is younger, he often gets it unless Spades actually needs it.

Yep… the 1000 something year old fights over a desk with a 21 year old because he just wants to fight.

After one mission, Spades and Hearts were never allowed to work together again. Now the teams are only Spades and Diamonds, and Hearts with Clubs.

Has in fact argued with a show critic because they called T tacky. Would do it again…. Only this time he isn’t allowed to throw a punch because now they are banned from two towns in Switzerland.

Cheats in freeze tag. The kids hate him for it.

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That’s Spades for you. You’ll probably get Clubs tomorrow. Or Diamonds, we’ll see. Asks are open if you have any questions about him, or the other cards!

[prettymuchteddy]

Thoughts on Rhaenys and Rhaenyra’s relationship: Rhaenys should hate Rhaenyra

Rhaenyra insulted her and thought she was the exception to the rule. When Rhaenyra and Rhaenys talk in episode 2, Rhaenys widely advises that men will not accept a woman on the throne. Rhaenyra fires back that the lords of the realm did swear loyalty to her and they only didn’t accept Rhaenys before referring to her as “The Queen Who Never Was”. This was incredibly mean-spirited of Rhaenyra because In Fire and Blood when the Great Council took place, Rhaenys was a young woman who had a dragon, was the eldest grandchild of King Jaehaerys, and was married to a Velayron (see the parallels?). Rhaenyra’s insult almost implies that it was Rhaenys’ own fault that she was not chosen as Queen. Of all people, Rhaenys is probably the only person who could know what Rhaenyra was feeling as she was the closest to a female ruler Westeros has ever seen. However, I can forgive Rhaenyra because teenagers say mean and stupid stuff, things likely changed when Rhaenyra got older, right?    

Rhaenyra had three children outside of wedlock while married to Laenor. While I get Laenor was cool with it I can’t imagine his parents were okay with it at least at first. The boys being bastards affects everyone, it makes not only Rhaenyra look bad but also Laenor as well as the Velaryons. It’s not a good look if it’s an open secret that Rhaenyra is cheating on her husband (even if he’s okay with it), especially when the boys look like neither of them. In Fire and Blood, Rhaenys has dark hair which she inherited from her Baratheon mother which Rhaenyra uses as an excuse but even in this case Rhaenys has purple eyes, the boys have brown. The situation also puts Rhaenys in a difficult position because she knows about her son being gay and pushing Rhaenyra under the bus also places a spotlight on his sexuality.  

Rhaenyra married Rhaenys’ son-in-law (her daughter’s husband) immediately after Laena died. There was seemingly no time in between the funeral and their secret wedding in the show but in Fire and Blood Rhaenyra and Daemon get married and have Aegon the 3rd within the year of Laena’s death. It was just disrespectful to Laena’s memory and the Velaryons who are still mourning. Especially if the Velaryons thought about it, they would absolutely figure out that they got together at the funeral.

Rhaenyra was involved with Laenor disappearing. It’s arguably worse in Fire and Blood because it’s believed that he was killed by his lover on Daemon’s orders, though the show took a different approach. Rhaenyra knows he’s still alive and well but his parents don’t. Even if Rhaenyra insists that she did not have him killed like she stated when they talked in the show, she was still involved in faking his death and making his family believe he died brutally. She is still actively lying to Rhaenys and Corlys about Laenor. I doubt Rhaenyra will ever tell her and Rhaenys will likely die never knowing what really happened to her only son.

Rhaenyra takes Baela and Rhaena after her marriage with Daemon. While he is absolutely their father and can take them where he wants as he is their guardian, it is horrifying to imagine it from Rhaenys’ perspective. The woman who was involved with her son’s death and married her daughter’s widow is now raising her granddaughters. If I was Rhaenys I would be fearing for them.

Rhaenyra engaged Baela to Jace and Rhaena to Luke. Rhaenys knows she is doing this to secure Luke’s seat in Driftmark by having him marry Rhaena. And while a case could be made about her reasons for Baela and Jace, Baela is not just any noble lady. She has Valyrian blood and a dragon, Moondancer. Marrying them would give Jace further political power and given the war that was approaching, it would give the Blacks an extra dragon. Additionally, given everything that Rhaenys already suspects about Rhaenyra she could be worried that Rhaenyra might take Baela and Rhaena as political hostages. This has happened before in the ASOIF universe with past kings like Jaehaerys and Maegor. If Rhaenys lets her granddaughters stay with Rhaenyra, she has power over her with the silent threat of what she could do to them if Rhaenys steps out of line.

Like I don't know from Rhaenys' perspective Rhaenyra is a villain in her life, so that's why her decision to join her in the Black faction is very unlike her? Rhaenys is a good character but I don't understand her reasoning for wanting to actively participate in the war of somebody who has caused her so much stress and pain. If anything Rhaenys lost more in the Dance than she could have ever imagined and honestly why? Their relationship will always confuse me lol.

[zipzin]

Boomerang | Chapter 34 - Act Two: Summer 2017, Part II

Here's the next chapter of my Childhood friends Avalance AU, you can also read on Ao3

“That’s pretty much it,” Oliver shrugged from his seat next to one of his collections of arrows.

“Ollie, you’ve had a kid for what, eleven years and never knew?” She chuckled. “I’m not sure you can just say, that’s pretty much it. Who’s the mom?”

All three of their eyes looked down, “She passed, on Lian Yu a month ago.” Sara had to hold in a sigh. Why was everyone in Oliver’s life obsessed with that godforsaken island. The only reason she’d go back was if she was forced at gunpoint. “Her name was Samantha Clayton.”

Sara paused as she thought back to the rough time period it would have happened, “Wait, I think I remember her? Stick straight brunette? Pretty tall?”

“Yeah,” He answered.

Sara couldn’t help but roar with laughter, “I can’t believe you hooked up with her and got her pregnant! She seemed so,” Boring? Basic? God, Sara just remembered being completely unimpressed with her. The three stared at her in shock as she kept laughing.

“How are you laughing about this?” Felicity said shortly.

The smile dropped from Sara’s face, “Ollie having a kid he didn’t know about is the least surprising thing about his life.” She gestured around at the whole Arrow cave. “Obviously, her dying and keeping it a secret sucks,” Sara said, “But pregnancy was one of the things I made sure didn’t happen when I was self-destructing.” She shivered. And when birth control hadn’t been available she’d just prayed.

“I wasn’t self-destructing,” Oliver shot back.

“No, you were just a dick with a trust fund.” Sara said.

He rolled his eyes, “I wasn’t a dick.”

Sara shrugged, “You cheated on your girlfriend more times than I have fingers. Including with her own sister.”

“That was you!”

She shrugged, “Well I was self-destructing.”

Dig laughed, “You’re still a dick.”

Oliver opened his mouth and closed it in betrayal, shooting a desperate glance at Felicity who refused to do anything but roll her eyes.

“Remember when you just made me your executive assistant without telling me and had me run the entire company?” Felicity asked.

“Hey!”

Dig chuckled, “Meanwhile, like a normal person I waited three years to date my brother’s ex.”

“Okay,” Sara said, turning to him, “That doesn’t seem normal.”

“Not all of us can flit from person to person,” Felicity said.

Oliver let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like Ray and Barry. Sara chuckled as Felicity swatted his arm.

“I don’t flit from person to person,” Sara defended, “I open their eyes and we both have a good time with no strings attached.” She wasn’t even sure she could make an actual relationship work, not even including the complications of time travel. She’d had two relationships that had lasted longer than a couple weeks and both endings had almost killed her.

“How?” Oliver said, “Aren’t you in a bunch of different time periods? I thought you can’t interact with the past?”

“The Legends aren’t sticklers for the rules, and we have to do recon, that leads to meeting people,” Sara said, “But let’s see, there was Lindsay from 1958. And Chastity, a wonderful girl stuck with the Puritans, hope she’s doing alright. Almost got me hanged but it was worth it. Oh and Queen Guinevere and the Queen of France.”

“Guinevere?”

“The Queen of France?”

“Okay,” Felicity said, “First off, Guinevere isn’t real.

“You could say she’s a legend,” Sara smirked as the rest groaned.

“Which Queen?” Felicity ignored her.

���Anne,” Sara smirked. “I got her all prepared for conceiving the Sun King.”

Dig rubbed his temples, “You’re life is weird. I don’t know which is worse, you or Barry.”

“Come on Dig!”

“Obviously, I like you better,” Dig rolled his eyes.

“Excuse me, I’m still stuck on Queen Guinevere.” Felicity said.

Sara shrugged, “Short version is that Stargirl from the JSA used a fragment of the Spear of Destiny to create Camelot as a way of hiding it from,” She sighed, “The Legion of Doom.”

“Stargirl?”

“JSA? Legion of Doom?”

“Spear of Destiny?”

Sara grinned at them, “Vigilantes have been around forever and, well Jesus’s blood has magical powers. But there’s no need to get into that,” She looked around, “I know you’ve expanded your operation here,” Her eyes flitted to the newer mannequins, “But since I’m stuck in 2017, I was wondering if I could help out. Part time.”

“Part time?” Oliver frowned.

“You’re going to have to explain the Jesus blood thing to me.” Dig said as everyone ignored him.

“That’d be great!” Felicity said and elbowed Oliver in the side.

Sara chuckled, “I still need to find an actual job, and no I’m not working in your office.” She pointed at Oliver threateningly. It was bad enough to bum off her dad, she didn’t need to work under him in a position she was vastly underqualified for. “But my skills are much more suited for this.”

“Sure,” Oliver said, “Just let us know when you can start.”

“How about tonight?”

Her face felt plastic as she exited Sink, Shower, and Stuff, but she couldn’t help but feel the flush of relief at having a real, paying job. The manager was a dick, she already knew that she’d spend too long daydreaming snapping his neck, but she would be earning money again. Minimum wage felt like a victory.

At least she could stop bumming off her parents.

Mostly.

Her dad had insisted that she could stay with him as long as she wanted, and Sara had accepted knowing that she wouldn’t qualify for an apartment, let alone have the money for probably a year. If not longer.

Living with him wasn’t bad, half the time he cooked dinner, he left her the crosswords on the paper newspaper he still got, and she had her own bedroom and bathroom. His hours were mostly regular, and he didn’t bat an eye at her going off at odd times. He’d even put together an extensive medical kit in her bathroom, which so far, Sara had only had to use once.

But, she was almost thirty and living with her dad. With, as that one movie Laurel used to love, no prospects. Or one prospect, she supposed. Now she got to stock shelves and fold towels.

Nate had spread her number to the other Legends, and a petty part of her was happy that Ray hadn’t had much success in getting funding for his miniaturization tech. He’d been in Silicon Valley doing who the fuck knows, and Sara was disappointed that he hadn’t stuck around Star City. But besides him, the Legends were settling into “civilian” life without problem. Stein seemed happier than he’d ever been with his family, Jax was going back to school, Nate and Amaya were almost gross with their relationship, and Mick was finally making his way to Aruba.

It seemed like she was the only one that couldn’t figure it out.

Hopefully, Sara thought, after her first paycheck, she could take her dad to dinner. Okay, maybe after her second paycheck. She still needed to pay him back for the phone, the train ticket, something for all the food and utilities she’d used, probably some rent. So, it might have to wait until the third paycheck.

“You didn’t have to come,” Sara said to a dubious Felicity.

“Yeah, like I was going to let you stalk a top secret government agency alone.” Felicity scoffed.

“It’s run by Rip,” The name tasted sour in Sara’s mouth, “It’s not like they’d ship me off to prison.”

“You don’t know that.” Felicity said quickly, her eyes flitting from Sara to the nondescript building they were parked across the street from. Sara wasn’t positive, but she had a feeling Felicity was regretting agreeing to find a secret government agency.

She watched the building carefully. It looked like any other office building in Star City, but she trusted Felicity, and Felicity’s skills to uncover things that people didn’t want found.

This was the office of Rip’s Time Bureau.

Or one of them anyway.

“So what’s your plan here?” Felicity finally asked. “I can call Oliver-”

“No, I’m not leading a heist.” She didn’t even know if the Waverider was here, but even if it was, what would she do, run away by herself trying to figure out how to find and solve anachronisms? “I’m just trying to get some information.”

“Why?”

Sara didn’t have an answer. She wasn’t sure that she could explain it to herself.

“It would be stupid to break in.” Sara said, “I’m just casing it, you know, if I ever do have to break in.”

“Are you sure this Rip guy wouldn’t just let you in? Aren’t you friends?”

Sara considered it for a moment. “He’d be too suspicious.”

Felicity sighed beside her, “What’s the plan?”

Sara smirked at her, “We are here around five.”

“So?”

“Felicity,” Sara grinned and waggled her eyebrows, “It’s a Friday.”

Felicity stared at her, “No.”

Sara shrugged, “I’ve slept with people on more dubious terms.”

“Ick,” Felicity said. 

Sara rolled her eyes, “It’s not like they’re gonna think I want to marry them. We’ll have a nice time and I’ll get some information that they,” She shrugged, “Might not realize they’re giving me. There’s a bar two blocks from here. We’re just going to confirm that some of the people go there,” Sara said, “And I’ll take care of the rest.”

“I feel like I should stop you.”

Sara stared at her.

“I’m not, this just feels, I don’t know, gross? Wrong? Questionable, but then I guess you were an assassin, and,” Felicity took a breath, “There’s a group leaving now.”

They were all wearing the same ugly navy suit and Sara watched as they headed towards the bar she’d staked out earlier. “Do they have a uniform?” Sara muttered, and had Felicity start the car once they’d crossed the street.

Sure enough, they were heading towards the bar. It was trendy, with those stupid light bulbs and stainless steel metal tables and chairs that were extremely uncomfortable. Sara wished it could have been a little more divey, but if this was where the Time Bureau men preferred, well, she didn’t have a choice.

“Alright, you coming?” Sara asked once Felicity had swung into a parking spot.

“Only for a little bit.” Felicity muttered.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

The bar was slowly filling up when they entered, mostly with people getting a drink after work as a way to welcome the weekend. The Time Bureau lackeys were a bit harder to spot, their navy suits blending in with some of the others, but Sara saw that a group of five were gathered in one of the corners, identical pins with an hourglass on their lapels.

Felicity started to walk towards them and Sara grabbed her arm, “Not yet.” She muttered.

“I just want to get this over with.” Felicity mumbled.

“You can leave at any time,” Sara said as she guided them towards the bar.

“What if they’re ax murderers?”

“We’re literally vigilantes.” Sara rolled her eyes as she ordered a whiskey for herself while Felicity got a vodka martini.

“What?” Felicity asked.

“When did you become a vodka martini person?” Sara asked once the drinks were placed in front of them.

“I need something in my hands,” Felicity said, “And occupying my mouth.”

Sara snorted as she took a sip of her own drink.

“Not like that,” Felicity grumbled.

Sara turned around and surveyed the bar, eyes lingering on some of the other groups before she made eye contact with one of the Time Bureau men. He was decently handsome, with short brown hair and a smile out of a Sears catalog. Boring and safe, which would be perfect.

She raised an eyebrow at him and took another sip from her drink before she turned back to Felicity.

“How do you do that?” Felicity asked.

“What?”

“Just be so smooth like that. You just look around and have half the bar dying to talk to you. And you didn’t even do anything!”

“Well, I do have extensive training on how to get a target’s attention. Especially to get them alone.” Sara said, “I also know I’m hot.”

“See, I’m not-”

Sara put her finger to Felicity’s lips, “Don’t finish that sentence Felicity. You’re very hot.” She grinned as Felicity’s cheeks flushed red.

“You had some really, really, good training, like scarily good, like I might,” Felicity shook her head. “I’m in a relationship.” Felicity finished.

Sara laughed, “How are you and Ollie?”

“It’s weird,” Felicity sighed, “He wants to be a good father for William, but William is admittedly pissed off about the whole situation. Which he has a right to be, but he’s eleven.” Felicity sighed, “And I can’t figure out if Oliver really wants me to get to know him?” Felicity shrugged, “Maybe? He wants to ease William into everything, but it's just so confusing of where my boundaries are supposed to be. Because Oliver doesn’t seem to know and William, is well,” She sighed.

“Yeah,” Sara said. “Wish Tommy was around.”

“Tommy?”

“You know, since his mom died when he was a kid too. He was younger though.” Sara hadn’t known him yet, had just met Tommy when he was all grins and the occasional flash of anger when his dad was mentioned. Laurel had warned her to not say anything about his mom and threatened to tell their parents about where the old crystal bowl actually went if she did.

“Right,” Felicity said.

“And the new team?”

“They’re hardly new,” Felicity scoffed. “You’re just not around enough.” She bumped their shoulders together. 

“Well, I’ll be around a lot more now.” Sara sighed, “So I’ll actually get to know them, I guess.” She’d met everyone but Dinah so far, and they seemed, nice? She hadn’t really worked with them, letting them back up Oliver when they were available, while she’d patrol on her own, with Dig, or just Felicity on tech.

“You sound thrilled.” Felicity said and laughed. She finished her drink and then looked behind Sara. “The one you were looking at keeps looking over here.”

“Excellent,” Sara nursed her own drink. “You can go home,” Sara nodded, “I have it handled from here.”

“Are you sure?”

Sara nodded, “And hey, I have you on speed dial now.”

“Okay, and no one calls it speed dial anymore.” Felicity grabbed her coat and put down some cash for their drinks. 

“You don’t have-”

“Sara, you have a minimum wage job. I can buy us some drinks. I need to do more fun things with friends that don’t involve people getting shot with arrows. It’s a thank you for bringing me somewhere where there's no punching.”

“Okay.” Sara sighed and then waved as she walked out the door.

Sara finished her own drink and placed the empty glass to the right of her.

“Can I get you a drink?” A voice behind her said. Sara turned around and grinned when she saw it was the man she’d been eyeing earlier.

“That would be great,” Sara said.

Craig (and Sara wasn’t completely over the fact that she’d slept with a dude named Craig) had been, well, technically, satisfying. He’d lacked creativity, but hadn’t made her regret all of her life choices. He’d been smart enough to not say anything too incriminating about his top secret job, and to tell just enough that if she didn’t know better she’d be impressed.

He also slept like the dead.

It had been easy in the morning to go through his wallet until she found his official Time Bureau badge and hide it in her dad’s gun safe. Luckily, her father was out of town for the weekend doing something political in Central City because she wasn’t sure he’d been okay with this.

She slipped back into bed, kicking him slightly until he woke up.

“Hey,” He grinned at her, voice groggy and Sara smiled back.

“Hey.” She looked at him and debated for a moment, and then slipped out of bed, “I actually have somewhere I need to be.”

“Oh,” He blinked a couple times, “Yeah, no problem, I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Oh really,” She fluttered her eyelashes as he pulled up his pants. “Thank you.”

“Can I leave you with my number?” He asked.

“Of course,” Sara said and dutifully pretended to type the number into her phone. “I’ll text you later.”

“Great.” He smiled.

She ushered him through the living room and the front door, letting him leave her with a kiss on her cheek. She opened the safe back up, and kissed the card emblazoned with the Time Bureau emblem.

She had done it.

[mokimoriwrites]

1/26 - A Demon in the Family

There is a story told within my family, whispered to me, my siblings, and cousins by our fathers and uncles when we were just babes. 

When the world was in a war of power, dragons and demons and witches and creatures all fighting to control the earth, our family was nearly wiped out. All that was left was a small babe, no older than you dearest, a pack of witches had happened upon the poor thing and they wanted to eat him! But then, out of the shadows came kimono-kage, she saved the little child and took him under her grace. 

When the war ended the heavens had won, they cheated but that is a story for another time, and demons were forced to roam the earth like beasts. Kemono-Kage took the little boy and brought him high into the mountains, creating a kingdom for him and making him a king. She stayed by his side, as a mother and guard, making his rule a great one. 

Before he died that baby boy, now an old man, made a deal with kemono-kage. He promised her a place in his family if she only treated them like she had him as if they were all one of her little ones.

Kemono-kage agreed, happy to have the family she had been afraid of losing when the boy died. 

That boy is your ancestor's little one. Kemono-kage helped him found our great kingdom, they are the reason we are Kings and Queens. Kemono-kage is your grandmother, your auntie, your sister, your cousin, your mother. All we must do is love her and she will love us in return. 

So when you see shadows creeping along the walls, do not be afraid because it is kemono-kage watching after you. When your shadow chases you in the garden, rejoice because kemono-kage is playing with you!

We were intertwined with a great demon, one of shadows and darkness. Strongest in the night, finding refuge wherever the light does not dare touch. Kemono-Kage is our beloved protector, to me she is an Auntie. 

There is another story, one my uncles know well but have not whispered to us in the passageways of our great castle but have kept to themselves. 

When the current king was forced to marry his late wife they had but one pregnancy before she passed in childbirth. It was twins, a beautiful boy with big golden eyes and chestnut brown hair like his father, and his other half the first girl born into the family in ages. 

She was sickly, near dying. It is said that the shadows gathered heavily around her crib and that the royal family had no lights lit in her room unless necessary. 

Kemono-Kage watched the babe carefully, whispering to her followers and gathering her magic until the little one seemed to regain strength. 

The twins were a beautiful blessing to the family and all seemed well after the daughter healed. There was a palatable difference between the two twins, the boy was stronger and healthier running and playing like a little one should. But the girl was always tired, pale, and sickly. Nothing anyone seemed to do was ever able to help, Kemono-Kage would spend nights hovering by the little girl's bed, trying to heal her more with shadows. 

It was not until the twins were two that it all came crashing down. They were playing out in a field during a family picnic. Their eldest cousin, the firstborn of their generation, who was usually ever watchful over them was distracted by his new baby brothers' triplets who were either deaf, blind, and mute each. And the twins went wandering off. 

The boy was drawn to the shadows, watching as Kemono-Kage made a little show and toys for him to play with out of the dusty darkness hiding there, but the girl pulled away from it, drawn to the river nearby.

The poor girl drowned that day. Her father wept and cried and begged for her to be brought back, and Kemono-Kage did so with him. For she had raised the king since he was a child guiding him and his brothers along life and now her grandchild had died. 

So she summoned all that she could to bring the little one back.

And it worked, in a way. 

The little princess’ body came back to life, but it wasn't a human soul anymore. Her body was healthy as her brothers, strong as him, and now she ran about after him playing and squealing like a little one should, but her soul was different. 

“Who are you?” Kemono-Kage asked one moonless night, from the shadows under the boy's bed. 

“Your granddaughter.” was all the little girl answered, her once golden eyes now black as onyx. 

“You have her body, that is true, but I know her soul. I poured my shadows into it night after night to keep her alive, you are not her.” 

The little demon within her body remained silent and Kemono-Kage could hear the whispers of night around them. 

“I wanted to be loved. I wanted a daddy and a brother and a cousin who protected me and uncles who spoiled me and a grandmother who ruled the night.”

“You are a demon.”

“I think so.”

“You are not one I've met before-”

“And you have met all of them, Kemono-Kage, mother of demons.” 

“Who are you?”

“I am not your child, but I am of their kind. They shirk me because I am different.”

“You are a demon child, the first in eons then.”

“I am alone.”

“You are powerful, I can feel it.”

“I want to be like them.”

The two were silent. The girl had started to silently cry, Kemono-Kage slipped from under the bed and stood now between the two twins. 

“I don't think they would mind another demon in the family. Love them, and they will love you in return. Protect them, for they will protect you.” 

“Can I stay?”

Kemono-Kage shrugged, a smile spreading across her inky face as she reached out a gentle and loving hand to the child, “What's another demon in the family?” 

[somnus-lucis-caelum]

Aerith wasn’t the first princess he met. Far from it. And with Aera around, Somnus felt that most princesses had been similar to her. Maybe behind their walls they all were different, but usually there was a healthy distance und just exchanges of formal pleasantries. Like the court rules foresaw.

With her though? She just talked. And made him talk.

She claimed she had a hand in the relationship of the queen and king. She did not fault him for hunting, even if she did not like meat so much. She knew she was cheating with her abilities to fish. She was so open about everything and offered perspectives that were… refreshing. That did not fit into the very strict and oldschool views the court here often applied to everything.

Somnus eyed the chess board for a moment. She was baiting him, wasn’t she? But he would do as she wished. With a smile, he slowly lifted the figure on his side that she apparently intended to strike next.

“Well. You will have to tell me about your favourite labour-intensive meal dish now. And of course you will have to show me the fishing trick after I won here.”

And he sat the figure down, gesturing towards her then.

“The ocean… it’s beautiful. Wild. So endlessly more than a lake or river. I need to show it to you...”

Though this had him leaning back a bit, the smile fading for a more serious expression.

“Yesterday evening, when we were by the cliffs… Aerith, I did not intend to lead you on, or what ever it is you believed. I was just- I was afraid you would actually try to climb down there and would end up hurt. Back then I did not know you could climb any wall. Or control plants and water. I also did not know your family had a dragon, which they would probably have gladly fed me to, if you had gotten injured in my company.”

The last sentence painted a little streak of mischief into his eyes again.

“I wanted to get you down there – but… safer. My way.”

Aerith's eyes lifted from the chess board to regard the man across from her. He tested the name like a new flavour. Ultimately it interested him, which prompted a thoughtful hum from her. "I might even be nice and build a beginning deck for you.~"

Of course she would. If anyone showed an interest, she tried to recruit them into her growing numbers. Back at the castle there were small tournaments, such was the popularity of the card game. Especially when paired with a special board to make it look more dramatic.

Somnus' revelation about speaking too much earned a laugh from the Princess. She was a known yapper. "If only you knew. I started young, you know. It's because of me that mum met dad. I just couldn't keep my mouth shut and she had to sum up the new face all for herself."

She hoped they would have met all the same without her childish interactions. But still, she had some bragging rights there.

"On the contrary, your hunting abilities would impress me. You're feeding people. That's impressive. Your cooking abilities are up for debate." It was a gentle tease. "I don't like the taste of meat in general, and I don't like the feeling when I eat too much. I will give something a chance, and if I don't like it, I won't eat it again. The rare meat dishes I do are time and labour intensive, the kind of thing that I wouldn't burden our busy kitchens with outside of a special occasion." It was a long-winded explanation to say 'picky eater', she supposed.

Then she exhaled an amused breath. Fishing... "You would call it cheating." She made another risky move, really trying to push him into an open position to strike. "If I have a good sight of a fish, I can create a water spout to shoot it right up in the air." Like she said. Cheating.

"I'm a freshwater girl. Lakes and rivers and lifesprings. Fluffy duckling armies and frogs. I never really had the chance to be around the ocean, what's it like?"