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ryanlockheart · 3 months ago

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"and must i keep reminding you that those are not mutually exclusive, alfie?! not with those eyes!" xander teased him right back. he'd become comfortable enough with the older male to trade quips with him. he might have been naïve, but audacity was one thing he did not lack! "yeah, yeah, you little sock thief," he giggled. "i'm onto you, alfie! or maybe it was my undies." seeing alfie flustered tickled the smaller boy. how he'd managed to reduce the practical giant into a blushing, bumbling mess was beyond him — but it was a power he wielded happily. xander had seen the taller boy warming up to him more and more each day. now, it had all culminated in this. "okay, but other people have seen capybaras, and no one is going around saying 'i've seen dracula!'" xander countered. "i absolutely would not. i don't talk to strangers, especially not creepy ones hanging outside my door! i'd probably mace him before i did anything." xander knew that alfie was doing his best to resist his attraction to him... but he simply couldn't let it go on any longer. xander's own crush had become far too real for him to not act on it at the very least. sure, it might have taken some liquid courage and some impeccably good timing... but it still counted nonetheless. "it's not my fault! you said it, not me. i can't help it if i know that you've been thinking about your cum drippin' down my thighs," xander hummed, feigning as much innocence as he could — which wasn't that hard, considering he had no idea what he was doing. xander was just going off his gut feelings; he couldn't help it if he was a bit insatiable. "sorry... my fantasy of being bent over your knee while you spank me slipped out there," the redhead giggled, his face a soft shade of pink. "i just thought you were opposed to sex with me, alfie! i didn't know i could've just... asked, or maybe i would've." "i'm different, alfie! i'm not going to walk off on you 'cause of what someone idiot told me, okay? if i have to prove that to you, i will," xander replied matter-of-factly. "well, you should know by now i'm not gonna hurt you. does this face look like it could hurt a fly, let alone you?" his lips came together in a pout as his green eyes peered up at the chestnut-haired boy. they were so clearly infatuated with each other, and it was only growing more powerful by the minute. their lips crashing together felt like heaven. alfie's soft fingertips running through his fiery locks elicited a moan from his lips. "sounds like just what i've been waiting for, daddy," he purred. "i want you to go crazy on 'em. better shoot a load for me to clean up all over them... please." "oh, i figured. i was trying to drive you crazy after the first few times. i saw you starin' at 'em a few times... and then i realized. you were totally into them, so i was just tryin' to tempt you," xander admitted, face flushed pink. he understood where alfie was coming from. he wasn't upset or hurt. it was admirable that alfie wanted to treat him right, to be sure that he was going to enjoy himself. xander knew he would, but he wanted alfie to be certain of that too... and for that, he didn't complain or press further. "thank you... it's really sweet," he said softly, fingers running through alfie's locks. "you're not the big tough guy you pretend to be. always knew it, but you're showin' it now. you wanna take care of me, and i wanna take care of you too." he nuzzled his face in the curve of alfie's neck, breathing in his intoxicating musk. it was absolute bliss being next to him, cozied up in his warmth. "that would be nice, and maybe we can watch some of your favorite movies when we come home," his voice lilted. he pulled back, crawling on his knees to the opposite end of the bed. he lifted his bare feet in the air, toes wiggling as a smirk spread across his face. "do i know that, daddy?" xander questioned. "say please, and make sure you kiss 'em first. show me how bad you need 'em."

"must i keep reminding you that i am nearly seven feet tall? i am not cute, xander," alfie groaned, though xander's next quip nearly caused his stomach to fall out of his ass. "i have never stolen a pair of your socks," he protested, cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. "that isn't to say i haven't thought about it, but never acted upon!" xander was perhaps the only person on campus who could manage to make alfie fluster. when the boy's soft hand cupped his cheek, every muscle in alfie's body yearned to leap forward, but he remained calm. or tried to, at least. "you don't know that they aren't real, you just haven't seen one," alfie countered. "i bet you haven't seen a capybara in real life either, but you believe they exist. dracula could be standing right outside the door and you'd walk past him and say hello just because you aren't a believer!"

alfie's attraction to xander was growing by the second. whilst he should have been abstaining from human connection altogether, xander had snuck into his head and freed him from the shackles he'd placed upon himself, leaving alfie powerless against his endearing charm and boyish innocence. "you just love putting me in a compromising spot, don't you?" alfie asked, gently shaking his head. for the first time in months, alfie had been pulled out of his head and forced to experience the real world. it felt nice, even though he hadn't ventured outside of their room. "well, technically you'd be full of my cock... in this scenario, but humping my leg sounds nice, too," he corrected, a small smirk on his lips. "i'm not against sex, xander; just against drunken sex with losers who have little dicks. if y'wanted to get a taste of my feet, if you were staring at them that much, you could have just asked. i'm all for experimentation."

"oh, that's another one i've heard before," alfie chuckled. "'s not an act, xander. i don't want to hurt you, and i don't want to get hurt. anything i do, or have done, is just to protect myself. that's it." it hadn't even been a year since alfie's heart had been ripped from his heart and tossed onto the floor in front of him. the wound was still fresh, and threatened to re-open at the slightest bit of friction. even so, alfie let xander press his lips to his own. he welcomed the smaller's tender embrace, fingers threading through his ginger locks as he deepened it. "don't ever say that i didn't warn you," alfie chuckled softly. "i'm gonna go crazy on those soft little feet, baby. you're not even gonna recognize me."

alfie didn't know what it was about xander that gripped him so tightly. it wasn't as though he hadn't met cute boys before, but xander was the only one that ever seemed real. alfie could reach out and touch him, keep him in his pocket and never let him go. he wasn't just another blonde haired, blue eyed aristocrat that only cared about booze and societal status. "can't help it," alfie replied, the same whine in his voice. "you have no idea how much i think about them. you hang 'em off the side of your bed like it's no big deal, like i'm not drooling on the other side of the room with a cock so hard it hurts." as much as alfie wanted to, it would have gone against everything he believed to sleep with xander. their feelings for one another were only recently established, and xander deserved more than a drunken hook-up after midnight. he deserved fresh satin sheets and dimly lit candles. alfie wanted to make it special. "i wouldn't let you do anything you might regret, even if you think you won't," alfie said softly, pressing a kiss to xander's cheek. "you can sleep here, we can cuddle... maybe i'll even take you to breakfast in the morning. off-campus, of course." alfie pressed another kiss to xander's forehead, gently tracing shapes onto his back. "i... yeah, i want them," he croaked out, licking his lips on instinct. "i need them, actually. you know that, otherwise you wouldn't be sitting here talking about how sweaty they are. give 'em here."

#xander chamberlain.#thread: xander & alfie 002.

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daydreamtofiction · 2 years ago

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Thou Shalt Not Covet // 1: Providence

Contents | Masterlist | First Person Version [AO3]

Summary: (Priest!Benedict x Fem Reader) After an unsavoury encounter with a stranger, you find yourself seeking safety within the walls of a quiet church.

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: Strong language, irreverence, dark humour, descriptions of stalking/being followed, explicit sexual content including awkward/unsatisfying sex. Readers must be 18+

Divine Providence is defined as 'God's intervention in the universe; the idea that all that occurs takes place under his sovereign guidance and control.' In other words, there is no such thing as coincidence or fortuity. Those sliding doors were never Gwyneth Paltrow's to miss.

Scumbag is defined as 'a contemptible or objectionable person; often dirty, despicable, leery.' Much like the man you were certain had smelled your hair on the bus, the one who had been following ten steps behind you ever since you got off.

No one expects a scumbag to be part of their providence; that instead of some sliding glass doors on a train, they could be herded towards their destiny by a creepy, middle-aged man in a khaki coat. But in your case, that seemed to be exactly what was happening. Though you wouldn't realise it until much, much later.

You should've stayed on the bus. You knew you should've stayed on the bus even as you were getting off; every last fibre of your being had been screaming at you to just move seats, to tell the driver, to turn around and punch the guy in the face, anything but get off the fucking bus. Still, you found yourself pressing the bell two stops early, hoisting your bag on your shoulder and stumbling to the front, like all logic had left you the moment you felt his breath on the back of your neck.

Your heart sank when you realised he'd followed you off. It was dark, cold, lampposts flickering as you listened to his gait against the wet pavement behind you, the occasional mucusy cough muffled by a fist or a handkerchief. You glanced over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of him as he kept his distance, his features skewed and unclear by the dark. You slid your hand into your coat pocket and pulled out your phone, dialling Alfie's number and holding it to your ear.

Your outgoing calls have been disconnected. To reactivate your network features, please pay your outstanding balance of £56-

Fuck sake.

"Hey, babe, just walking down now," you said loudly, the automated voice continuing to play on the other end. "Yeah I'll be there in a second, are you waiting for me?"

You glanced behind again to see him still there, and for a moment you thought about just letting him catch up to you. Because even if you did manage to make it home in one piece, as soon as you explained what happened, Alfie would kill you anyway, Gina would kill you too. At least if a stranger did it, they'd have to pretend to feel somewhat bad for you.

"No you stay there, I'll come to you."

You crossed the road abruptly, turning back on yourself and walking down a nearby street, hoping that would be the end of it; that he hadn't been following you at all and it had all been in your head. But after a moment, you heard his footsteps return.

If you would like to pay this amount now, press 1-

You huffed and hung up the phone, slipping it back into your pocket and picking up your pace. You thought about calling the police; surely the phone company wouldn't stop you being able to dial 999. But what would they actually do? And how long would they take to even show up?

You crossed the road again, turning your head slightly to see him doing the same, always ten steps behind, like a greasy, phlegmy shadow. You began thinking of the things you had in your bag; you could mace him with your perfume, could stab him in the neck with a ballpoint pen, jab him with your keys. You made another sharp turn, swearing under your breath at the lack of lampposts along the street ahead, the pavement swallowed by darkness, only the occasional stepping stone of dim, orange light.

When you were a child, your mother would always tell you that if you ever found yourself being followed, you should go to the first house you saw and knock on the door. She'd reminded you of this so often that you'd grown up believing the scenario to be much more common than it was; like everyone must find themselves being chased down by a stranger at some point in their lives, otherwise why were you all being trained for it? It was rather disappointing to you as you grew up, that you never got the opportunity to outsmart a kidnapper by rushing up a garden path and knocking on a door. Maybe this was your moment.

You turned into the grounds of a church. Well it's sort of a house, you thought, don't they call it the 'house of God' or something?

You walked straight across the wet grass, feeling the earth sliding beneath your shoes, until you made it onto a stone path. You looked behind yourself, squinting in the dark to see if he was there; every rustling bush or shadow of a tree making your heart race. You couldn't see him. But still, you turned and continued walking towards the steps of the church, growing more and more concerned the closer you came.

You didn't know if the doors would even be open or if you'd walked yourself into a dead end; maybe churches closed at night, like shops or cafés. But as you reached the top of the steps and pushed on the large wooden door, it opened smoothly, silently. So serendipitous that if you believed in a God, you would have dropped to your knees in that moment to thank them.

Inside the church was empty, even the slightest sound echoing against the tall, vast ceilings. The stained glass windows seemed almost black, their beautiful patterns lost against the backdrop of the night sky. The statues, paintings and sculptures seemed to watch you as you wandered further in, so eerie and still, it was as if they could move when no one was looking at them. You hadn't set foot inside a church since you were a child, yet somehow the smell was still so familiar; wood, rose, beeswax, frankincense. It reminded you of your grandparents, though you weren't sure why.

You sat down in the back row of pews, putting down your bag and relaxing back slightly. You took out your phone and began searching for free wifi connections; just one message, that was all you needed to send. God, you thought, send me a wifi connection and I promise I'll pay my phone bill.

You sat there for a while, refreshing and refreshing until eventually your phone died. You let out a sigh, closing your eyes and bowing your head in defeat.

But a shuffling sound disturbed the silence, followed by an awkward 'oh' that echoed in the tall ceiling. You looked up to see a man standing near the front of the church; dark hair, dark shirt and trousers, a bright white clerical collar around his neck.

"I-I'm sorry," he said, putting a cardboard box down on the floor and tentatively making his way down the aisle towards you. "I didn't realise anyone was in here."

"Sorry," you replied. "I wasn't sure if churches closed at night or if they were a 24 hour thing, y'know like A&E, or McDonalds."

He stopped a few rows ahead of you, his eyes creasing with amusement, a throaty laugh escaping through a half-smile.

Oh shit, you thought. He's hot.

"Well I suppose it is technically 'closed'," he said, running a hand through his hair and leaning his hip against the pew beside him. "But I'm not in the business of turning people away if they're in need."

Extremely hot. So hot. So painfully, sinfully, will-get-on-my-knees-and-beg-for-it hot.

You almost couldn't believe he was really a priest; the dark curls that fell over crisp blue eyes, features so beautiful they put the artwork around you to shame. He was tall, slender yet firm, his arms and chest straining slightly beneath the fabric of his shirt as he moved.

He closed the distance between you, leaning forward to shake your hand before sitting down next to you.

"I'm Father Benedict," he said. "I'm new to the parish so I still haven't had the chance to meet everyone-"

"Oh I'm not a member of the church," you answered quickly. "Actually I'm not part of any church. I think the last time I set foot in one was at a wedding when I was little."

"Ah," he said. "Sorry, I just saw you here praying and assumed..."

He thought you were praying; he saw you with your head down, mourning the death of your phone, and thought you were praying. You'd have almost felt bad if it wasn't for the way he was looking at you, making your stomach flutter, though you weren't sure he meant it to. His head was cocked to one side, his jaw sharp and strong as he clenched his teeth slightly, eyes flitting over your face like he was trying to see inside you.

"Do you... wish to be a part of the church?" he asked hesitantly.

"Hm?"

"Are you here seeking salvation of some kind?"

You wanted to tell him no. Fuck no. Absolutely not. You wanted to tell him you were an atheist, maybe agnostic at a push, but either way you certainly did not seek fucking salvation. You wanted to tell him all of that, but he was still looking at you; making your stomach flutter, your mouth dry, mind wandering to less-than-holy places.

"Yes," you said with a gentle nod.

Shit.

He smiled, like he was genuinely pleased to hear it, before shaking his head and laughing softly. "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't think I ever asked your name."

"It's Ellis."

"Ellis," he repeated, like he was acquainting his tongue with your name. "Well I'm honoured you chose my church to begin your journey."

You smiled, but on the inside you were screaming. What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

He went and got you a handful of leaflets, even pulled a pen from his pocket to circle a date on a newsletter, told you to come and watch him give a sermon, he'd keep an eye out for you. The entire time you sat there wanting to tell him the truth, but you couldn't seem to find a delicate way of phrasing 'I don't want to join the church, I just wanted to fuck you.' So instead you nodded, thanked him and slipped the leaflets into your bag.

You left through the door you'd came in, standing there for a moment as water dripped from the roof onto the stone steps in front of you. It must have rained while you were inside, you hoped it was enough to wash your creepy stalker away with it.

You swallowed hard and tentatively made your way off the church grounds, looking over your shoulder every few seconds as you began to walk down the dark, deserted street. You didn't need your phone to know you were miles away from home, even the bus stop where you'd got off was at least twenty minutes away. So you decided to just keep walking, following the street as far as it went, hoping you were alone and that you would eventually stumble across a place you were familiar with.

The beep of a car horn startled you, making you freeze in place as a set of headlights approached from behind. You turned around, brow furrowing in confusion when you saw a hand waving at you through the window.

"Father Benedict?" you asked, bending down to peer into the car.

He leaned forward and smiled. "I hope you're not intending to walk home at this time?"

"Oh, it's not that far."

He didn't seem convinced, pressing his lips together and eyeing you up and down. "Come on, get in, I'll drive you."

"No, really, you don't have to-"

"I don't mind."

You hesitated, glancing down the dark stretch of street you still had left to walk.

"Hey, I'm one of the good clergymen, I swear," he said with a laugh. "Plus you're not a twelve-year-old boy so you'd have nothing to worry about anyway."

A smile began to creep across your face. Was that a joke? Did the sexy priest just make an incredibly dark, twisted joke? You gave in and climbed in the passenger side, pulling the door closed and turning to look at him.

He was sat quietly with his hands on the steering wheel, brow furrowed slightly as he stared straight ahead. "I'm not a paedo," he finally said.

You laughed. "Good to know."

"And I- please don't think I find that sort of thing funny, I- I honestly don't know why I even said that..."

You laughed again. "Stop worrying, it was funny."

He nodded, holding back a smile. "Well that's a relief. I made a joke to June, one of our volunteers, on my first day. Went down like a lead balloon and now I don't think she likes me very much."

"What was the joke?"

"Oh," he began reluctantly. "She asked me why I chose to come to this parish... I said it's within the radius of my ankle monitor."

You giggled, biting your lip to suppress a more liberal sound from escaping.

"Stupid," he said, shaking his head with a slight chuckle. "I mean just stupid, how I ever thought a 70 year old catholic woman would find that funny."

"It is funny though, if not slightly concerning that I just willingly got into a car with you."

"No ankle monitor, promise."

Your eyes fell to his mouth; admiring his smile, his voice, the sound of his laugh.

"So, where to?" he asked as he released the handbrake.

"Erm, if you just-"

The car jerked forward, the engine stalling and cutting out suddenly.

"Shit," he hissed, before glancing over at you. "Sorry. Pretend you didn't hear that."

You smirked, watching as he restarted the car and began to drive.

Was getting into a vehicle with a man you barely knew the smartest idea you'd ever had? No. But for some reason you felt comfortable with him, and it wasn't because of the collar around his neck. He was so normal; awkward yet charismatic, laidback and secure in who he was, what he was. When you finally gave in and told him how far away you actually lived, he just rolled his eyes at you, made a joke about how next time he'd charge you a fee. You really wanted there to be a next time.

"So where were you heading when you stopped for me?" you asked.

"Tesco," he said, his matter-of-fact tone making you laugh. "I just moved in a few days ago and still haven't done a proper grocery shop."

"You could just get things delivered."

"Yeah. Not sure it's a good look getting cigarettes delivered to a rectory."

Sexy priest smokes too? Maybe joining the church wouldn't be so bad after all.

You directed him the rest of the way, the car finally crawling to a stop outside your house. You turned to find him staring up at it with raised eyebrows, equally as impressed as he was surprised by the sheer size of the place.

"It's not my house," you said with a laugh. "Well I mean, it is my house, but it's not. We just rent it."

"We?"

"I have housemates."

You weren't sure why you'd left out the fact that one of those housemates was your boyfriend. Maybe it was because you didn't particularly want him to know you had one; didn't want him to assume you were happy, taken, unavailable. Or maybe it was the way he'd said 'we?' Like he was hoping your answer wouldn't involve a significant other. But that was probably all in your head. It had to be.

"Ah," he said. "Well get inside, I'm sure they're wondering where you are."

"I will, and thank you, Father. You're a lifesaver, in more ways than one."

He smiled. "I hope to see you at church. You have all the information I gave you?"

You lifted your bag and patted it gently. "I do."

You said your goodbyes and you climbed out of the car, pushing through the front gate and hurrying up the path as you rummaged through your bag for your keys. You pulled them out and unlocked the door, turning around and giving one last wave as Father Benedict finally began to drive away.

You shut the door and stood for a moment in the hall. You could hear Gina and Sam in the kitchen, a few other voices you didn't recognise. You didn't have the energy, so instead you made your way straight upstairs, the events of the night seeming more and more surreal with every step you took.

Did that really just happen? Had any of that actually just happened?

You peered your head into Alfie's room but he wasn't there, which meant he was either downstairs with the others, or in yours. You sighed and continued to the bottom of the landing, unsure of which one you'd prefer.

You pushed your bedroom door open and stepped inside to find him lying on the bed, face illuminated by his phone screen.

"Hi," you said as you shut the door behind yourself, sliding off your coat and draping it over a nearby chair.

"Hey," he replied, eyes glued to his phone.

You paused for a moment as you looked down at him. "Did you not notice I'm almost two hours late?"

"Hm? Oh, are you?"

"Yeah."

You waited for him to ask why, to show some concern, to look up from his phone for one bloody second. But he didn't. You couldn't believe you thought he'd be worried.

"A creepy guy sniffed my hair on the bus so I got off and tried to walk home," you began, your voice completely monotone, bored. "He followed me on foot for about 20 minutes, I thought he was going to murder me, so I went into a church. Got driven home by the priest."

"That's nice," he replied distractedly.

"Mm."

You sat down on your side of the bed, dumping your bag on the floor at your feet with a sigh. You slid off your shoes, still caked in mud from the church grounds, and took off the rest of your clothes, replacing them with a t-shirt you'd left hanging over the headboard.

"Wait, did you say you got a lift home from a priest?" he asked.

"Yep," you replied as you lay down facing away from him. "Is that really the part you're choosing to focus on?"

He laughed, the sound followed by his phone locking, a quiet clatter as he placed it on the bedside table. "Just a bit random, isn't it."

"I suppose."

He rolled towards you, cuddling up against your back and wrapping an arm around your waist. "You're freezing."

"Am I?"

"Mhm. Shall I warm you up?"

You shifted onto your back and turned your head to look at him. "Was that a come-on?"

"I did wait up for you."

You pressed your mouth into a straight line, unamused. He hadn't even realised you were late, hadn't put his phone down until you were lying next to him in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of knickers. Yet now he was claiming he waited for you? You rolled your eyes as he placed a kiss on your jaw, another on your neck, but you finally gave in with a sigh when he brought his lips to yours.

Alfie had a very particular way of making love. Particular being that he would suck on your nipples the entire time, like he was nursing. You hated it. But you'd waited too long after you first got together to bring it up, so now, after three years, telling him felt like a conversation too awkward to bear.

It was the same reason you never told him that his slow, weak, languid thrusts just didn't do it for you, or that he'd only ever made you come twice in your entire relationship. You just wanted to be fucked. Manhandled. Driven into like he hated you. But instead you got his mouth on your tits while he slid in and out of you, holding you like you were made of glass, leaving perpetual hickeys on your nipples.

You wished you were more like Gina. She was the kind of woman who would stop a guy in the middle of sex to give constructive criticism, who never faked an orgasm or moaned unless she meant it. You'd even heard her one night through the bedroom wall giving step-by-step instructions to a man on how to go down on her. It was equally as intimidating as it was inspiring, and you were sure that if she wasn't your friend, your housemate, your confidant, she would be just plain terrifying.

He'd been rocking in and out of you for about five minutes when he sucked too hard on your nipple, making you gasp quietly. He hummed in response, making his thrusts longer, deeper, like he'd mistaken it for a gasp of pleasure. You rolled your eyes, reaching down between your bodies to work your fingers over your clit, like an unspoken signal that you were ready for this to be over.

You'd gotten good at unspoken signals; when you squeezed his hand beneath the table, he knew you wanted to leave the party, when he went to his room instead of yours, you knew he wanted to be left alone, and when you touched yourself during sex, he knew you wanted him to just get it over with and come. It was foolproof, because before you knew it, he was groaning against your chest as he finished inside you.

You stopped touching yourself and brought your hand up to his hair, brushing it out of his face as he lifted his head to look at you.

"Did you come?" he asked.

Of course I didn't fucking come. I never come.

"No, but it's okay," you said. "I'm tired anyway."

He nodded and pulled out, kissing you on the cheek before rolling onto his side facing away from you. "I'm tired too."

You lay there staring at the ceiling for a while, legs still parted, t-shirt still bunched up exposing your breasts. Alfie had begun to snore softly. It was one thing you'd always loved about him, how quickly he fell asleep, how once he was asleep, almost nothing could wake him.

You wondered if the priest was a heavy sleeper too. You wondered what he would look like as he lay next to you in bed, if he'd ever lay next to anyone in bed. You wondered if his hands had ever caressed another's body, if he'd ever heard someone moan, if his lips, his tongue had ever tasted another person's skin.

You slowly returned your hand between your legs, closing your eyes as you began to see an altar, a cross, moonlight through stained glass, his praying hands parting to grip your throat.

Part 2: Temptation

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upsteadhq · 3 years ago

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butterfly kisses - 4

happy easter everyone! sorry it’s been a while, i’ve been meaning to update but every oneshot i start kinda gets abandoned. anyway, i hope you enjoy this little upstead family easter drabble!

also posted on ao3 and ff @/halstexds

"Mace, can you come in here please?” Jay shouted from the living room, and not a beat later Macie’s small but heavy footsteps could be heard running toward the room from the kitchen. He braced himself for impact and sure enough, when Macie ran inside, she threw herself into her father’s side, earning a groan from him in return and it made him take a step back to keep his balance.

The toddler shot him a toothy smile “Sorry.”

Jay shook his head and bent down, placing his hands under his daughter’s arms and lifting her up, spinning her round so she was lying upside down. Macie let out a long string of giggles as she swayed from side to side as Jay carried her around the room.

“Tickle me!” Macie’s shouts and Jay was just transferring her weight to one arm so he could when Hailey came into the room, their one-year-old son sat quietly on her hip, and called her husband’s name, stopping him in his tracks.

She’s trying to hide the smile on her face. “She’s just eaten.”

Macie moans loudly as Jay puts her back down and she lifts her arms, asking for Jay to pick her back up again.

Jay places his hand on top of her head, ruffling her already messy hair as he sighs. “Sorry, kid, but you don’t wanna get sick again, we’ve got a busy day today,” he says, earning another groan in return as he looks back up to meet his wife’s gaze. “Is it all ready?”

Hailey nods. “All done.”

Jay gets Macie’s attention again and points her in the direction toward the couch. Once she’s sat, he perches himself on the coffee table and sits opposite her, tapping her knee as he says, “Okay, I’ve got a game for you.”

The pouting lip is gone instantly and her face lights up at that. “A game?”

“Yeah, it’s a little egg hunt around the house, and you’ve gotta work with your brother and find all the little eggs in the rooms and then you get candy as a prize.”

Macie gets to her feet on top of the couch and jumps a few times. “I want candy!”

Jay points to Hailey in the doorway, who smiles and holds out a small woven basket. “Then you better get going then.”

The four-year-old darts her gaze between her mother and father for a beat before she jumps off the furniture, running over to Hailey and thanking her as she takes the basket away, hopping in one spot.

“Where do I go?” She quickly asks.

Hailey jerks her chin down the hallway. “In the garden.”

Macie doesn’t need to be told another time and she takes off running back into the kitchen and the door into the backyard could be heard swinging open moments later.

“Be careful on the stairs!” Hailey shouts after her.

Not seconds later could they hear the faint noise of a bang on wood, which made both Jay and Hailey widen their eyes but they didn't have the chance to move before Macie shouted. “I’m okay!”

Jay and Hailey both breathlessly chuckled and took a small breath each as they prepared to head outside and chase their daughter around their backyard first thing on the Sunday morning. After which they headed out there just as Macie yelled at finding one of the brightly colored hard boiled eggs that Hailey had hidden around the garden.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Hailey placed Alfie to the floor, who took a few wobbly unaccompanied steps before dropping to the floor and deciding crawling was the faster way to go. The one-year-old quickly caught up with his sister, by this point she was on the opposite side of the garden digging through the bush and he circled her feet, curious as to what she was looking for and almost causing her to trip up.

After that, Jay kept Alfie occupied and out of Macie’s way as Hailey helped their daughter search the garden. They lapped the garden multiple times hunting, Macie shouting out with excitement every time she found one. Her behavior transferred over to her brother when he stumbled across one of the colorful eggs, him raising the egg above his head as he let out a shriek before trying to eat it.

Ten minutes later, Macie was sitting back at the dining table with a large smile on her face, digging through her candy basket as Jay picked the leaves out of her hair. She tilted her head to the side slightly.

“Can we do another egg hunt?” She asks.

Jay smirks slightly, squeezing her shoulder softly. “You’ll do another one after church.”

She turns her head upwards and looks up to her father with a bright glimmer in her eyes. “Will I get more candy?”

This makes him chuckle. “I think so.”

Macie turns her attention back to her basket, whispering under her breath, “Yes!”

#jay halstead #hailey upton #macie vanessa halstead #original characters #chicago pd #upstead #upstead fic #easter #drabble #oneshot #one chicago #chicago pd fanfiction #fanfic #upton x halstead #halstead x upton #jay x hailey #hailey x jay

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a list of names inspired by: popular names

this list includes alternatives to the most popular/overused western names today, sticking with the feeling/meaning of the original

Amelia: Latin, “striving and industrious”

Emilia, Amalia, Aurelia, Amalina, Romelie

Arthur: Roman, “noble and courageous”

Arturo, Theodore, August, Archer

Ava: Latin, “bird”

Eva, Ada, Ayla, Nova, Ivy

Benjamin: Hebrew, “son of the south”

Bennett, Nathaniel, Barnaby, Benji

Charlie: English, “free man”

Alfie, Milo, Harvey, Frankie, Artie

Charlotte: French diminutive of Charles

Clara, Cosette, Felicity, Juliette, Carlotta

Elijah: Hebrew, ”Jehovah is God”

Ezekiel, Isaac, Malachi, Gabriel, Elias

Emily: Latin, “striving and industrious”

Emmeline, Everly, Milena, Natalie

Emma: Germanic, “universal”

Nora, Millie, Luna, Molly, Hallie

Evelyn: English, “wished for child”

Aurelie, Estée, Reverie, Evelina

Freddie: German, “peaceful ruler”

Levi, Dmitri, Felix, Ellis

Freya: Norse, “noblewoman”

Anneke, Petra, Elora, Kaira

George: Greek, “farmer”

Geordie, Rhett, Louis, Gideon, Rye

Harper: English, “harp player”

Piper, Sawyer, Ember, Hunter

Harry: English, “protector of the home”

Hendrick, Edgar, Julian, Philip, Simon

Isabella: Hebrew, “devoted to God”

Marilena, Nicoleta, Florencia, Liliana

Isla: Scottish, “Island”

Flora, Maidie, Aislin, Maeve

Jack: English, “god is gracious”

Warren, Kai, Ford, Roy

James: Hebrew, “supplanter”

Seamus, Timothy, Vincent, Hugh

Leo: Latin, “lion”

Lionel, Fenmore, Lachlan, Flint

Liam: Irish, “resolute protection”

Caelan, Finnian, Gulliver, Kier

Lily: English, “lily flower”

Nari, Yuri, Maisie, Nola, Rory, Leila

Logan: Scottish, “little hollow”

Landon, Jonah, Ezra, Lance

Lucas: Latin, “man from Lucania”

Luca, Owen, Asher, Micah

Mason: English, “stone worker”

Mace, Nolan, Colton, Cooper, Carson

Mia: Spanish/Italian, “mine”

Maia, Zoe, Lia, Mila

Muhammad: Arabic, “praised”

Mahmet, Zayed, Faisal, Mustafa

Noah: Hebrew, “rest, repose”

Josiah, Caleb, Eli, Samson, Joel

Oliver: English, “olive tree”

Alvin, Oscar, Tavon, Orville

Olivia: English, “olive tree”

Orillia, Novella, Oriana, Davina

Sophia: Greek, “wisdom, skill”

Sienna, Lucia, Bianca, Evita

William: Old German, “resolute protector”

Willis, Wilson, Eilam, Malcolm

#names #character names #baby names #rph #rp names #character development

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incorrectsibunaquotes · 5 years ago

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House of Anubis (Merlin AU)

Time to combine my two fav shows into something! It wouldn’t follow the exact same plot as Merlin bc obviously there’s more characters, and also...well you’ll see what I mean.

Instead of Camelot, the kingdom is called Anubis, and Albion is referred to as Amun.

King Eric Sweet rules over Anubis with his son Prince Eddison “Eddie” Sweet and his ward Lady Nina Martin

King Eric has banned magic throughout his kingdom, but he is in reality more of a puppet king to Victor Rodenmaar, the Court Physician.

Victor is a sorcerer himself, but in this version, for every sorcerer killed, he can take their magic and use it to put forward his goal of finding the secret to eternal life.

Both Eddie and Nina are Seers in this AU, but neither of them know it. Nina’s visions are much worse than Eddie’s, and Eric only knows that Nina possesses magic.

Eric is hiding this fact from Victor, because even though he is king, it’s Victor calling the shots.

The other characters are here as well, obviously, but they don’t all have equivalents

Eddie is the Prince, and he is essentially our Prince Arthur, only he has magic. His visions are not as vivid or terrifying as Nina’s and so he has absolutely no inkling of his own power. He’s acts a lot like he did in Season 2 of HOA, sort of that arrogant/bad boy type, but once he eventually gets involved in trying to take down Victor, he grows into himself. Instead of his parents being divorced, his mother—a magic user herself��died when he was very young (in reality, the first of Victor’s victims, but this is a big secret so shhhhh)

Nina basically takes the place of Morgana in this AU, but she (probably) would not go absolutely insane like Morgana did. Her parents were close friends of Eric and his wife, and when they died in a terrible fire, Eric took her and her grandmother in to the castle in Anubis. Her grandmother died not long after, and Eric officially made Nina his ward. She and Eddie grew up similar to siblings. She has terrible nightmares/visions of the future and is a very, very powerful Seer, but she doesn’t know that it’s magic. After all, it’s illegal.

Fabian in this AU is sort of like Merlin in that he comes to the kingdom to study under the Court Physician. He does not have magic, but does not agree with Victor’s brutality, and often helps magic users escape before Victor can get his hands on them. He is extremely taken with the Lady Nina, and is trying to help her with her “nightmares”

Amber is a Lady of the court that lives with her nobleman father in the castle, who is on the royal council. She and Nina are best friends, and she is the only one who knows how severe the visions are. She is betrothed to Sir Mick.

Joy is also a lady of the court, and her father is also on the royal council. She was once thought to be a Seer, but these reports eventually turned out to be false. She is often very vocal and is known as one of the most politically savvy noblewomen at court.

Patricia also has a sort of Merlin role in that she was the young, plucky peasant to stand up to the Prince, get thrown in jail (but she actually managed to land the punch), get realeased by Lady Joy (as Patricia is Joy’s newly hired maidservant they’d already hit it off—in this way she fills a sort of Gwen role too. Not to mention...ya know), immediately after get into a mace fight in the marketplace, then later on save Prince Eddie’s life from a (this time non-magical) assassin. She and Eddie have that very back and forth banter (and sexual tension) that Merlin and Arthur have, but she is obviously not appointed as his manservant lol. She doesn’t have magic either, but has always secretly wanted to be a knight, but couldnt because of her status as both a peasant and a woman.

Alfie is a a serving boy in the castle who is known as a troublemaker by all. In this way, he is also a Merlin-sequel character. He is in love with Lady Amber, who doesn’t give him the time of day, and is Mick’s manservant, and best friends with Willow, one of the kitchen maids, Patricia, and Fabian.

KT fills a Lancelot role. She is a skilled (lesbian) swordswoman who longs to be a knight of the realm. She saves Fabian’s life while he’s out gathering herbs, and in return, he promises to help her out. She, Fabian, and Patricia meet up at Patricia’s house in the lower town, and she and Patty hit it off (*wink, wink*). They try to pass her off as both a noble and a male, and nearly get away with it, but she ends up getting banished (don’t worry, we’ll see her again). She finds out about the Victor scenario and pledges to help Fabian should he ever need her.

Jerome is a sort of Gwaine character, who’s not a knight but should be. He is on the castle guard, because of his lower status (when in reality he is the son of a nobleman but spurned that title). He’s cheeky and good with a sword. He and Eddie are an interesting duo and often spar together.

Mara is a sort of, kinda noblewoman who works in the library with Jason Winkler and Daphne Andrews (the royal librarians amongst other things). She is training to take Daphne’s place, and is one of the most educated people in the kingdom despite her status and gender. She and Willow are good friends, and Mara and Sir Mick have often crossed paths (another *wink, wink*)

Willow is a kitchen maid, who is in love with Alfie, but he just has noticed yet. She’s just like she is in HOA canon, and she does have magic potential (but she doesn’t know how to use it, and so goes undetected).

Sir Mick is a young knight of the realm, (sort of a Sir Leon/Sir Percival character) strong and noble—if a little thick. He’s always the first to run into danger to help a friend and feels duty bound to any path he takes. While he’s betrothed to Amber, he can’t help but be caught up in the beauty that is Mara.

Victor is kinda irredeemable oops, but yeah he’s more Uther than Eric is. He wants to take over the world and live forever by killing magic users and stealing their power for himself.

Sibuna is a thing (they’re the lil group trying to save sorcerers) started by Fabian in this scenario, actively participated in by Alfie and Patricia. Later, Nina and Amber get involved, and later still, Eddie and KT do.

It’s a fun time. Maybe I’ll write some stuff set in this universe but yeah.

#house of anubis #house of anubis headcanons #merlin #tess writes #tess rambles #sibuna #house of anubis au

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My F/O list

Finally getting around to making this thing, so here we go. I don’t have ship names for most of them (yet), so in the mean time, I’m using emoji’s that fit closest. I don’t have an issue with sharing, but if you do, feel free to block the appropriate tag! I’m doing my best to try and tag everything.

Names in Bold I am not comfortable sharing romantically

Main F/O’s:

My mains fluctuate all the time, but currently the Main ones are:

Porter Gage (Fallout) 🏴‍☠️🖤 #OTP: Underestimated to a Fault

Husk (Hazbin Hotel) 😼❤️ #OTP: Watch Your Cards

Loki (Marvel Cinematic Universe) 🐍💚 #OTP: Green is our Colour

Touya ‘Dabi’ Todoroki (My Hero Academia) #OTP: Lighters in the Dark #gdi Dabi #jfc Touya

Alfie Solomons (Peaky Blinders) #OTP: Bow to the Bakers

Allison / Texas (Red vs Blue) #OTP: Houston We Are the Problem

Hiei Jaganshi (Yu Yu Hakusho) 🐉💜 #OTP: Hiebe

My Kids:

“Child” Familial F/O’s, and Fankids. I love them very much

Angel (Borderlands) Step-Daughter #Angel [Calls me Gabe]

Nero (Devil May Cry) Step-Son #Nero [Calls me Gabe]

Hitoshi Shinso (My Hero Academia) Son #Rocker Bee Kittens [Calls me 'Mom’] #HK-57 the Malfunctioning Protocol Assassin Droid [Because of course I brought my son into Star Wars]

Eri (My Hero Academia) Adopted Daughter #Everything in Flux [Calls me ‘Mom’]

Cailean Elijah Solomons (Peaky Blinders) Son #Cailean Elijah Solomons [Calls me ‘Mom’]

Romantic F/O’s:

I still love them very much, but my current attention is on the mains <3

Wolf (10th Kingdom) 🐺🌕❤️

Shaun Hastings (Assassin’s Creed) 📚❤️

Handsome Jack (Borderlands) 💪💔 #OTP: Are We the Heroes

Dr. Nigel Townsend (Crossing Jordan) #OTP: Cryptid Crypts

Skulker (Danny Phantom) 👻💚 #OTP: Compatible Hardware

Vergil (Devil May Cry) 🔵💙 #OTP: The Power to Protect You

Alistair Theirin (Dragon Age) 🌹💙

The Iron Bull (Dragon Age) 🐂💝

Cullen Rutherford (Dragon Age) 💰❤️ #OTP: The Ones Who Remain

Fenris (Dragon Age) ⚡💙

Anders (Dragon Age) 🚑💙

John Hancock (Fallout) ☀️💖

Robert Joseph MacCready (Fallout) 💸💕

Charon (Fallout) 🔫🖤

Vincent / Angel (nikkzships OC from Halo/RvB) No Tags Yet

Arackniss (Hazbin Hotel) 🕷️🖤

Poly!Husk + Arackniss #OT3: Running the Speakeasys

Sesshomaru (Inuyasha) 🐕💜 #OTP: The Dog The Witch and The Broken Well

Dean McCoppin (The Iron Giant) #OTP: Scrapyard Shindigs

Garrus Vakarian (Mass Effect) 🌌💙

Vetra Nyx (Mass Effect) 🌌💁💜

Shouta ‘Eraserhead’ Aizawa (My Hero Academia) 💤🖤 #OTP: No Rest For The Wicked

Hizashi ‘Present Mic’ Yamada (My Hero Academia) 🎤💛 #OTP: Loud Blondes Club

Poly!Shouta + Hizashi 💤💜🎤 #OT3: How to Speedrun a Family

Kisame Hoshigaki (Naruto) 🦈💙 #OTP: Fish Out of Water

Hanzo Shimada (Overwatch) 🐉💙🐉 #OTP: So Much for Stealth

Jesse McCree (Overwatch) 🐎❤️

Mako ‘Roadhog’ Rutledge (Overwatch) 🐷💗

Aleksandra ‘Zarya’ Zaryanova (Overwatch) 🏋️💗

Carasynthia 'Cara' Dune (Star Wars: The Mandalorian) ⭐💚 #OTP: Looking in Alderaan Places

Dean Winchester (Supernatural) 🥃🖤 #OTP: The Other We Deserve

Diego Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) 🗡🖤 #OTP: Yyou’re Jusst Like Me

Eddie Brock + Venom (Venom) ☣️🖤

Lambert (Witcher) 🐺💚 #OTP: Prickly Pair

Gambit / Remy LeBeau (X-Men/Marvel) 🎴💜

Queer Platonic F/O’s:

Not quite Romantic™, but Platonic™ isn’t enough to describe it.

Gaige (Borderlands) ⛧❤️

Nisha (Borderlands) No Tag Yet

V (Devil May Cry) #OTP: A Facade of Memories

Merril (Dragon Age) 🌼💚

Dorian Pavus (Dragon Age) 🐍🖤

Butch DeLoria (Fallout) 🕳️🐍💙

Cait (Fallout) No Tag Yet

Atsuhiro ‘Mr. Compress’ Sako (My Hero Academia) #TheShowmen🎭

Jamison ‘Junkrat’ Fawkes (Overwatch) 💥💖

Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy (Witcher) 🐦🖤

Addison ‘Addy’ Carver (Z Nation) #OTP: Blended Bats

Platonic F/O’s:

I will probably be constantly adding to this list as I forget all the time. These guys don’t have tags, if you want me to tag them, let me know!

Maya (Borderlands)

Krieg (Borderlands)

Axton (Borderlands)

Mordecai (Borderlands)

Brick (Borderlands)

Timothy Lawrence (Borderlands)

Wilhelm (Borderlands)

Nicoli Technus (Danny Phantom) #TechDeck9000🤖

Dante (Devil May Cry)

Lady (Devil May Cry)

Niko (Devil May Cry)

Zevran Arainai (Dragon Age)

Leliana (Dragon Age)

Oghren (Dragon Age)

Sten/Arishock (Dragon Age)

Isabella (Dragon Age)

Aveline Vallen (Dragon Age)

Varric Tethras (Dragon Age)

Cole (Dragon Age)

Cremisius 'Krem’ Aclassi (Dragon Age)

Sera (Dragon Age)

Blackwall/Thom Rainier (Dragon Age)

Cassandra Pentaghast (Dragon Age)

Deacon (Fallout)

Piper (Fallout)

Curie (Fallout)

Preston Garvey (Fallout)

Dogmeat (Fallout)

Amata (Fallout)

Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)

Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel)

Charlie (Hazbin Hotel)

Wanda Maximoff (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Liara T’Soni (Mass Effect)

Ashley Williams (Mass Effect)

Tali’Zorah Vas Normandy (Mass Effect)

Cora Harper (Mass Effect)

Jaal Ama Darav (Mass Effect)

Liam Kosta (Mass Effect)

Pelessaria ‘Peebee’ B’Sayle (Mass Effect)

Nemuri ‘Midnight’ Kayama (My Hero Academia)

Hidan (Naruto)

Itachi Uchiha (Naruto)

Din Djarin (Star Wars: The Mandalorian) #TheDadalorian��

Fennec Shand (Star Wars: The Mandalorian) #TheStoicShitstarters😈

Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

Castiel (Supernatural)

Eskel (Witcher)

Triss (Witcher)

Ciri (Witcher)

Keira Metz (Witcher)

Yennefer (Witcher)

Yusuke Urameshi (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Kazuma Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Shuichi Minamino/Kurama/Yoko Kurama (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Yukina (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Botan (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Keiko Yukimura (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Shizuru Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Familial F/O’s:

I keep getting adopted by people 👀👀👀

Kai Hiwatari (Beyblade) Twin

Dr. Zed (Borderlands) Weird Uncle

Moxxi (Borderlands) Motherly

Marcus (Borderlands) Fatherly

Tina (Borderlands) Twinsies

Jack Napier ‘Joker’ (Batman 1989) Father Figure

Vlad Masters 'Vlad Plasmius' (Danny Phantom) Father #Vlad Dadsters

Trish (Devil May Cry) Sister

Wynne (Dragon Age) Grandmotherly

Leandra Amell (Dragon Age) Motherly

Vivienne de Fer (Dragon Age) Elder Sister

Nick Valentine (Fallout) Uncle

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) Fatherly... Patron... Thing 🦌♡

Lilith (Hazbin Hotel) Motherly

Todd ‘Squee’ Castle (Johnny the Homicidal Maniac) Younger Brother

Frank Castle (Marvel Cinematic Universe) Older Brother Figure #CastleGuard

Dr. Karin Chakwas (Mass Effect) Motherly/Grandmotherly

Admiral David Anderson (Mass Effect) Fatherly

Nakmor Drack (Mass Effect) Grandfatherly

Just the Entirety of the LOV (My Hero Academia) Siblings, the whole lot of ‘em #Leaguenanigans

Jin ‘Twice’ Bubaigawara (My Hero Academia) #TwiceTheFun

Kurogiri/Oboro Shirakumo (My Hero Academia) #TheOtherParent

Shuichi ‘Spinner’ Iguchi (My Hero Academia) No Tag Yet

Himiko Toga (My Hero Academia) No Tag Yet

Magne (My Hero Academia) #Miss you Mags

Inko Midoriya (My Hero Academia) Sisterly/Motherly (Dabi Ship Only) #MamaMido #NewtonsFirstLaw🔄

Izuku ‘Deku’ Midoriya (My Hero Academia) Nephew (Dabi Ship Only) #Curveball

Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia) Younger Brother (Dabi Ship Only) #GlareOfTheLimelight

Natsuo Todoroki (My Hero Academia) Younger Brother (Dabi Ship Only) #BrothersForACause

Fuyumi Todoroki (My Hero Academia) Younger Sister (Dabi Ship Only) #TeachingGrace

Rei Todoroki (My Hero Academia) Mother-In-Law (Dabi Ship Only) #MamaRei

Tomura Shigaraki (My Hero Academia) It’s Complicated (Dabi Ship Only) #NotInKansas

All For One (My Hero Academia) Father Figure...ish? (Dabi Ship Only) #Dad For One

Kakuzu (Naruto) Fatherly

Ana Amari (Overwatch) Grandmotherly

Reinhardt Wilhelm (Overwatch) Grandfatherly

Aberama Gold (Peaky Blinders) Uncle, Mum’s Brother

Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars) Motherly Mentor

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars) Father #Ben Dadnobi

Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) The Fun Uncle Mentor

Mace Windu (Star Wars) The Bullshit Filter Mentor

Grogu (Star Wars: The Mandalorian) Nephew

Donna Hanscum (Supernatural) Motherly

Jody Mills (Supernatural) Motherly

Bobby Singer (Supernatural) Uncle

Vesemir (Witcher) Grandfatherly

Logan / James Howlett / Wolverine (X-Men/Marvel) Father #SupBub

Genkai (Yu Yu Hakusho) Grandmotherly

Tommy ‘10K’ (Z Nation) Brother

This got really long, really quickly. I have been doing this for a while, so that makes sense. Don’t really know how to end this, so... Don’t be afraid to self ship, no matter how old you are!!! Your F/O’s love you!

~ Gabe

#f/o #f/o community #familial f/o #parental f/o #paternal f/o #maternal f/o #platonic f/o #romantic f/o #fictional other #f/o x s/i #s/i #Self Insert #Selfship #Selfshipping #op #f/o list #folist #okay to rb

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calamitybonesdesigns · 5 years ago

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Henlo am sorry for my absence

So I'm having trouble drawing on my phoonnenee so I'm gonna try and make designs the old fashioned way; traditionally! Because I don't have a drawing tablet and I'm broke af!

So I have a full list that's randomized in designs; I'm gonna do them in this order. However, if you want to see one sooner, ask me and I'll make an exception ^^ I'm gonna do my best with traditional because it's just the cards I have dealt to me at the moment, but hopefully I can do them digitally asap once I know what I'm doing lol

So here's the list!:

Bruno

Bella

Cannon

Zorro

Fox Mist

Meadow

Lucky

Splash

Sundance

Hunter

Mace

Rush

Bold

Fox Leader

Bullet

Moon's parents

Thoughtful

Coco

Thorn

Tufty

Fox Dawn

Whisper

Cub Fire

Arrow

Spring

Daisy

Tumble

Alpha's father

Dart

Pistol

Quick

Sunshine

Peaceful

Lance

Woody

Old Hunter

Chase

Wise

Alpha

Brook

Martha

Noble

Twitch

Sweet

Fleet

Alpha (Wolf pack)

Storm

Mickey

Fiery

Bludgeon

Beta (Wolf pack)

Blade's pup

Scythe

Dagger

Scramble and Nip

Rake

Pebble

Rex

Nibble

Brave

Beetle

Star

Morningstar

Revolver

Alpha wolf and few others

Mulch

Fluff

Terror

Axe

Whine

Fading

Alpha (Sweet's old pack)

Fleet (Sweet's old pack)

Alfie

Omega (Sweet's old pack)

Bear (Animal)

Belle

Brute

Strident

Fang

Fly

Callie

Wiggle

Rocket

Ripper

Omega (Wolf pack)

Musket

Calamity

Ruff

Breeze

Tiny

Coyotes

Snap

Fox Ash

Moon

Graceful

Blade

Daring

So yea. On with the designs!! (hopefully lmao)

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charminglatina · 5 years ago

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Riverdale Characters as Game Of Thrones Characters (Part 2).

#6. Toni Topaz (GOT Character: Margaery Tyrell)

Queen Margaery Tyrell

Queen Margaery Tyrell is the only daughter of Lord Mace Tyrell and his wife, Lady Alerie Hightower. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones she is played by Natalie Dormer. Margaery has thick, softly curling brown hair and large brown eyes. She has a slender but womanly figure with smooth and unblemished pale skin and small breasts. Margaery is fair and lively, with a shy and sweet smile. She is regarded as beautiful or pretty by most. Tyrion Lannister considers her to be just as comely as Sansa Stark. Both Sansa and Cersei Lannister note the similarities in appearance between Margaery and her youngest brother, Loras. According to Cersei, Margaery and Loras look more alike than Cersei and her twin, Jaime. According to Renly Baratheon, there are people who claim Margaery looks like Lyanna Stark. Margaery is intelligent and shrewd, taking after her cunning grandmother, Lady Olenna Tyrell. Margaery is her protégée, and as such, Olenna has made certain that Margaery is capable of protecting herself from those who might use or abuse her. Varys describes Margaery as sweet and tractable. Sansa considers Margaery to be sweet and gentle, while Cersei considers her to be restless, as Margaery often goes for a ride, a trip by boat, or out hawking. The generous Margaery is popular with smallfolk. She follows the Faith of the Seven. Margaery’s attire includes a sheer gown of ivory silk, Myrish lace, and seed pearls. She also wears green with a cloak of autumn flowers and a pale green samite gown with a tight-laced bodice that bares her shoulders and the top of her bosom. Margaery was born at High garden in 283 AC to Lord Mace Tyrell and Lady Alerie Hightower. She has three older brothers, Willas, Garlan, and Loras. When she was a little girl, Willas used to read to her, and draw her pictures of the stars Margaery has been riding horses since she was old enough to walk.

Read more about Margaery Tyrell here and here.

#7. Kevin Keller (GOT Character: Ser Loras Tyrell)

Ser Loras Tyrell

Ser Loras Tyrell, also known as the Knight of Flowers, is a knight from House Tyrell and the third son of Lord Mace Tyrell of Highgarden and his wife, Lady Alerie Hightower. He is a highly skilled knight and jouster. His tournament successes, dazzling good looks, and ostentatious showmanship has made him a celebrated figure in the courts of the Seven Kingdoms. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones Loras is portrayed by Finn Jones. His personal coat of arms is three golden roses on a field of green, indicating his position as a third son. Loras is exceptionally handsome. His hair is a mass of lazy brown curls and ringlets which tumble over his eyes, which have been described as brown, liquid gold, big, and intelligent and lively. Tyrion Lannister thinks Loras is beautiful and already a legend, and that half the girls in the Seven Kingdoms want to bed him and all the boys want to be him. Sansa Stark also thinks Loras is beautiful, and that he is lithe and graceful with wonderful eyes. Loras is beloved by the smallfolk, especially women. While courteous he is still thirsty for glory and can be short-tempered and impetuous. Tyrion finds him a prickly lad. Oberyn Martell does not believe that Loras is as good a warrior as he is a tourney jouster. According to semi-canon source, Loras is in love with Renly Baratheon, and Loras’s father, Mace, and grandmother, Olenna, are aware of his sexuality. Loras is Mace’s favorite son. Despite his youth and slender frame, Loras is a capable warrior, using axes, lances, morningstars, and swords to deadly effect. Loras’s silver armor, which is decorated with sapphires and twining black vines was made by Tobho Mott. He also uses silver mail and a green shield. Golden roses decorate the crest of his helm. Loras wears a cloak of forget-me-nots sewn to a heavy woolen cape. His horses include a speedy grey mare and a tall white stallion. Loras was born at Highgarden in 282 AC. He has two older brothers, Willas and Ser Garlan, and one younger sister, Margaery.Loras squired for Lord Renly Baratheon at Storm’s End, and grew close to him. He soon became Renly’s lover. At the young age of fifteen, Loras received his knighthood. Loras purchased his armor from Tobho Mott’s shop in the Street of Steel in King’s Landing. During the tourney on Prince Joffrey’s name day in 298 AC, Loras defeated Ser Hosteen Frey and Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard in the joust. Renly’s brother, King Robert I Baratheon, won a Valyrian steel dagger from Loras’s victory.

Read more about Loras Tyrell here and here.

#8. Josie McCoy (GOT Character: Missandei)

Missandei

Missandei is a Naathi scribe in service to Kraznys mo Nakloz, one of the Good Masters of Astapor. In the television adaptation, Game of Thrones, she is portrayed by Nathalie Emmanuel. Missandei has a round flat face, dusky skin, and eyes like molten gold. Although only ten, she is very strong-willed and intelligent. She has a sweet, strong voice. Missandei was taught to refer to herself as “this one” instead of using first-person pronouns, a habit she tries to overcome once she is freed from slavery. Missandei and her brothers were born on the island of Naath. They were eventually captured by raiders from the Basilisk Isles, and sold into slavery in Astapor. Three of her brothers became Unsullied, but one was killed in training, and only Marselen and Mossador remain. She remembers Mossador teaching her to climb trees. Missandei had a noticeable gift, easily learning languages. Consequently, the Good Masters chose to train her as a scribe. Missandei has been trained to speak the Common Tongue of Westeros, High Valyrian, and bastard Valyrian. She has some knowledge of Ghiscari. Missandei is a slave interpreter and scribe for Kraznys mo Nakloz, when Daenerys Targaryen comes to inspect the Unsullied in Astapor. She leaves untranslated several of his insults, and edits some of his words to sound more polite and pleasant, leaving out entirely his sexual proposals.

Read more about Missandei here and here.

#9. Reggie Mantle (GOT Characters: Prince Theon Greyjoy)

Prince Theon Greyjoy

Prince Theon Greyjoy is a member of House Greyjoy and is the sole surviving son and heir apparent of Balon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands. At the end of Greyjoy’s Rebellion, Theon was taken to Winterfell as a hostage and ward to Lord Eddard Stark. He becomes a POV character in A Clash of Kings. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones, he is played by Alfie Allen. Theon is a lean, dark, handsome youth who seems to find everything amusing. He is known for his confidence and his cocky smile. He is promiscuous and vain, but behind his arrogant exterior hides insecurities relating to his uncertain familial and social identity. Theon seeks approval from the Starks, but usually feels unsatisfied. The youth is not particularly religious. Theon wears a fur-lined cloak, black silk gloves, black leather boots, silvery-grey lambswool breeches, a white leather belt, and a black velvet doublet embroidered with the kraken of House Greyjoy. He has purchased a golden chain with gold. Another outfit includes a satin tunic striped black and gold and a leather jerkin with silver studs. For combat situations Theon wears a black kraken-emblazoned surcoat over a shirt of fine mail. An experienced hunter and rider, Theon is accomplished with the longbow and he also wields a dirk. He carries a longsword in a scabbard striped with the Greyjoy colors of black and gold. Theon refers to Theon Stark, a King in the North, as his namesake. Theon received beatings at Pyke from his older brothers, Rodrik and Maron. He received his first sword from Dagmer Cleftjaw. Theon was a boy of ten when Greyjoy’s Rebellion was crushed and his brothers were killed, making him the heir to House Greyjoy and the Iron Islands. Theon was taken from his father, Lord Balon Greyjoy, as a hostage and ward by Lord Eddard Stark and has been raised at Winterfell for nine years since. Considered to be in fosterage, Theon was raised with the Stark children and tutored with them in all disciplines, including instructions from Maester Luwin and training at arms from Ser Rodrik Cassel. His relationship with the Starks is respectful, and he has come to consider Robb a close friend and younger brother. Although they trained together, Theon ignored the sullen Jon Snow, Lord Eddard’s bastard son and another outsider in the family. However, though he claims to Catelyn Stark that Lord Eddard was like a second father to him, and although Eddard indeed attempted to be like a father to him from time to time, Theon still thought Eddard to be cold. As a child, Theon used to think that Eddard might marry him to his eldest daughter Sansa and claim him for a son.Theon and Robb trained with wooden swords on the steps of Winterfell, and together with Jon Snow were trained at arms by Ser Rodrik Cassel. He played in the castle’s godswood, and participated in melees during tourneys. In 296 AC Theon traveled with Lord Eddard to Torrhen’s Square, where he spent a fortnight with Benfred Tallhart, whom Theon teased for his large neck. Theon has slept with numerous women, including Kyra and Bessa of the winter town and a miller’s wife along the Acorn Water. He lost his virginity in Winterfell’s godswood.

Read more about Theon Greyjoy here and here.

#10. Jellybean Jones (GOT Character: King Bran Stark)

Bran Stark (King Bran I)

Brandon Stark, typically called Bran and later on known as King Bran I or Bran the Broken, is the second son of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Tully. He is one of the major POV characters in the books. He has four older siblings—Robb, Jon, Sansa, Arya—and one younger—Rickon. Like his siblings, he is constantly accompanied by his direwolf, Summer, with whom he shares a strong warg connection. He is seven years old at the beginning of A Game of Thrones. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones he is played by Isaac Hempstead-Wright. Bran favors his mother Catelyn in appearance, having the thick auburn hair and deep blue eyes of the Tullys. Bran is a sweet and thoughtful boy, well-loved by everyone at Winterfell. He has a fascination with climbing and exploring along the walls and ramparts of the castle. Catelyn once jested that Bran could climb before he could walk, however, his climbing often distresses her. Like his siblings, he is also dutiful and tough-minded, but also possesses a propensity for adventure and excitement; he yearns to see far off places one day and dreams of becoming a knight. His half-brother Jon Snow fondly thinks to himself that Bran was always "stubborn and curious", and in like manner constantly wanted to join in the play of the older boys, believing himself an adult at seven. Born at Winterfell in 290 AC at the height of summer, Bran is the second son and fourth child of Catelyn Tully and Eddard Stark, head of House Stark. He is named after his late uncle, Eddard's elder brother Brandon, whose death was one of the major events that led to Robert's Rebellion in 282 AC. Bran has three older siblings (Robb, Sansa, and Arya) and one younger (Rickon). He also has a bastard half-brother, Jon Snow. As a child, Bran was educated by Maester Luwin and trained with weapons by the master-at-arms, Ser Rodrik Cassel. A year before Bran's birth, in 289 AC, Eddard brought to Winterfell a hostage, Theon Greyjoy, the last surviving son of Balon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands. Although Robb and Theon became close after Greyjoy's Rebellion, Bran never warmed to his father's ward. Bran enjoys exploring the castle, as he believes it allows him to know its secrets. Since he was a babe, Bran often climbed the walls of Winterfell, scaring Catelyn to death. Once, she pleaded for him to stop, and extracted a promise for him to do so, which he kept for barely a fortnight. When Bran, wracked with guilt, confessed this to Eddard, he ordered his son to the Winterfell godswood to cleanse himself, where Bran was eventually found asleep in the tallest sentinel tree. Ned then accepted his climbing, but told him to try to not let his lady mother see him. Lady Stark then turned to others in the castle: first, Maester Luwin, who once made a boy out of pottery and threw it from Winterfell's walls to show Bran what would happen if the boy were to fall while climbing, then, to Old Nan, who told him a story of a boy who climbed too high, was struck by lightning and had his eyes eaten by crows, and finally the castle guards, who chased Bran from tower to tower in an attempt to haul him down. Each attempt was fruitless, and Bran continued his climbing. The boy enjoys feeding corn to the crows atop the broken tower. Bran loves hearing Old Nan's stories, preferring the scary ones above all else concerning the children of the forest, the Long Night, and the Others. He is also enthralled by tales of mystery knights and the Kingsguard, and asks to hear their stories over and over until their names become like music to him. However, he is disappointed to be informed by his father that the new Kingsguard is not as it once was.

Read more about Bran Stark here and here.

#11. Hiram Lodge (Game Of Thrones Character: Tywin Lannister)

Lord Tywin Lannister

Lord Tywin Lannister is Lord of Casterly Rock, Shield of Lannisport, and Warden of the West. The head of House Lannister, Tywin is one of the most powerful lords in Westeros, and is the father of Cersei, Jaime, and Tyrion. He loves his children Jaime and Cersei, but despises Tyrion. This is partly because Tyrion is deformed, but also Tywin blames his son for causing his beloved wife Joanna's death during his birth, as well as for shaming the family name with his frequent whoring. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones, Tywin is portrayed by Charles Dance. Tywin is a tall, slender, broad-shouldered man in his fifties. He has kept his head shaved ever since he started going bald, but grows out bushy golden side-whiskers, and has green eyes flecked with gold. In battle, he wears deep crimson armor highlighted with gold, with a cloth-of-gold cape. Tywin is a calculating, intelligent, politically astute, ruthless, and controlling man. He dedicates his life and efforts towards maintaining the Lannisters' prestige, and ensuring House Lannister is respected, or at least feared. He is a proven battle commander and politician, and has a very powerful presence combined with an intimidating gaze. Tywin was the first born of Tytos Lannister and his wife Jeyne Marbrand. His early years were formative ones, shaping his mind and resolve for the life that lay ahead of him. Tywin was forced to watch his mighty house nearly brought to ruin through his father's actions. His father while a gentle and amiable man was also weak willed and eager to please, loans went unpaid and his bannermen did what they pleased mocking him in their cups or openly defying him.According to Genna Lannister, when Tytos agreed to marry her to Emmon Frey, the second son of Lord Walder Frey, just to please Lord Walder. The betrothal was announced at a feast in 252 AC, with most of the Lords of the West in attendance. Upon the announcement, Lord Roger Reyne left the hall in anger and Ellyn Reyne laughed aloud. The rest of Lord Tytos's vassals sat on their tongues, only the ten-year-old Tywin spoke out against the wedding because he thought it an uneven match. Tytos later sent Tywin to King's Landing to serve as a royal cupbearer at King Aegon V Targaryen's court. At the royal court Tywin befriended the young Prince Aerys and the heir to Storm's End, Steffon Baratheon. His cousin, Joanna Lannister, also served at the royal court as a companion and lady-in-waiting to Princess Rhaella Targaryen. During the War of the Ninepenny Kings, eleven thousand westermen under the leadership Tywin's uncle, Ser Jason Lannister (who would later perish in the war) were sent to fight beside the forces of the Iron Throne in the Stepstones. Tywin who was already a knight by then joined the Lannister force as did his brothers Kevan and Tygettas squires. The young Prince Aerys Targaryen served as a squire during the war and when he won his knighthood, Tywin was granted the honor of knighting his friend. House Lannister's reputation was low because of Tywin's weak father, Tytos. Tywin decided to take ruthless steps to rectify the situation and restore the family honor and fortune from its near ruin. Upon the return of Ser Tywin Lannister from the Stepstones with his brothers, Ser Kevan (newly knighted) and Tygett Lannister who while still a squire had distinguished himself well in the fighting. The three were now battle hardened from the war, they knew how their House was regarded by others under the misrule of their sire and were determined to change that. Tywin Lannister took upon himself the task of restoring his house's dominance. The young Tywin, declared to his father he was restoring House Lannister to its proper place, Lord Tytos protested feebly before returning to the comfort and embrace of his current mistress, who was a wet nurse. Tywin began by demanding the repayment of the gold his father lent out, those who could not repay immediately had to send a hostage to Casterly Rock until their debt was settled. He charged his brother Kevan with command of five hundred knights, who were all blooded and seasoned veterans from the War of the Ninepenny Kings and had them rid the westerlands of robber knights and bandit outlaws. Some hastened to obey, and Ser Harys Swyft stated, "The Lion has awoken." Unable to pay the loan at the time, Ser Harys agreed to surrender his daughter Dorna into Ser Kevan's custody, elsewhere the collectors were met with sullen resistance and open defiance. Roger Reyne reportedly laughed when he read Tywin's edicts and counseled his friends and vassals to do nothing.Lord Walderran Tarbeck unwisely choose a different course. He rode to Casterly Rock to confront Lord Tytos, confident he could easily cow Tytos to rescind his son's edicts. Lord Tytos was not present when Lord Tarbeck arrived at court, but the young Tywin was and ordered Lord Walderran imprisoned for disloyalty.In return, Lady Ellyn Tarbeck seized three Lannisters - two Lannisters of Lannisport, as well as Stafford Lannister, whose sister was betrothed to Tywin and threatened them harm unless her Lord and husband was returned. This awoke Lord Tytos who was determined to get his late brother's son, Stafford, back alive and ignored Tywin's suggestion that Lord Walderran should be sent back to his wife in three pieces, one for every Lannister taken. Tytos returned Walderran unharmed and even forgave the Tarbeck debt to House Lannister, further weakening the position of the House. Tywin was determined to bring the overmighty and belligerent vassals to heel. Late in the year of 261 AC Tywin (who did not seek his lord father's leave, nor even informed him of his intent) sent a raven message to both Tarbeck Hall and Castamere demanding that they present themselves at Casterly Rock to answer for their crimes. Both refused (as Tywin knew they would) and choose defiance, rising in revolt and renouncing their fealty to House Lannister. Tywin rode forth himself taking command of the Lannister forces and immediately marched against the upstart vassals taking the army he had already gathered prior to sending the raven messages.Thus, Tywin took upon himself the task of putting down House Tarbeck and House Reyne, for their defiance and showing the world that the Lion of Lannister was a beast to fear. Tywin crushed both vassal houses with ruthless efficiency, destroying both houses entirely so that their lines were ended, leaving their ruined and shattered castles as a mute testimony to the fate that awaits those who scorn the power of Casterly Rock. Such was the brutality of Tywin's destruction of House Reyne that a song called "The Rains of Castamere" was written as a tribute to the event. Indeed when Lord Farman of Faircastle later grew truculent Tywin sent a messenger with a lute instead of a letter and once "The Rains of Castamere" was played Lord Farman caused no further trouble.Upon the death of King Jaehaerys II Targaryen, the newly-crowned King Aerys II Targaryen choose his friend Ser Tywin as Hand of the King, impressed by the ruthlessness demonstrated against the rebellious Reynes and Tarbecks. Tywin spent much of his time at the court of King's Landing, his father continued to rule the westerlands for the next few years, though still a weak Lord none of his other vassals dared cause trouble after seeing what his heir Tywin did to Reynes and Tarbecks.When Tywin's father Tytos finally keeled over of a burst heart in 267 AC while climbing a flight of steps to visit his new mistress, Ser Tywin became the Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West. Upon his return to Casterly Rock after hearing of his father's death, Tywin found his father's new mistress trying on one of his late mother's gowns. Tywin learned that while he was away serving as at King's Landing, his father's mistress, the daughter of a chandler, dominated Tytos utterly, ordering about the household knights and dismissing servants and helping herself to his late wife's jewelery. Tywin had her stripped naked and forced the sobbing woman to walk the streets of Lannisport to confess to every man she met that she was a thief and a harlot before banishing her from the westerlands. As a result of his father's follies Tywin Lannister never laughed as he mistrusted laughter, hearing too much of it directed at his father and House Lannister in his youth. Tywin also seldom smiled when he was young and never smiled again after his wife's death.

Read more about Tywin Lannister here and here.

#11. Hermione Lodge (GOT Character: Queen Cersei Lannister)

Queen Cersei Lannister

Queen Cersei Lannister is the only daughter and eldest child of Lord Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock and his wife, Lady Joanna Lannister. She is the twin of her younger brother, Ser Jaime Lannister. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones Cersei is played by Lena Headey, and is portrayed when she is a child by Nell Williams in a Season 5 flashback. After Robert's Rebellion, Cersei married King Robert I Baratheon and became Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. She is the mother of Prince Joffrey, Princess Myrcella, and Prince Tommen of House Baratheon of King's Landing. Cersei becomes a POV character in A Feast for Crows. When they were children, Cersei and her twin-brother, Jaime, looked so alike not even their father, Tywin, could tell them apart. As adults, they still significantly resemble each other. Cersei is a strikingly beautiful woman, with golden hair, emerald green eyes, fair skin, and a slender, graceful figure. Cersei is willful, ambitious and has a certain low cunning. She is hungry and greedy for power. Cersei believes herself to be subtle and politically astute. She hates being excluded from power on account of her gender, and resents the customs and conventions put on her because she is female. She thinks of herself as a female version of her father, and feels slighted when people do not obey her commands as they would have done for Lord Tywin, but instead give her their counsel, or disagree with her, which she faults on her gender. Cersei is impatient, and never forgets a slight, whether real or imagined. She considers caution to be cowardice and disagreement for defiance. Her quick temper and her easily wounded pride frequently lead her to make rash decisions, and she rarely considers what unintended consequences her actions might have. She does not shy away from using sex as a weapon. Cersei was born in 266 AC as the first-born child and only daughter to Ser Tywin Lannister, heir to Casterly Rock, and his wife, Lady Joanna. Cersei was born shortly before her twin brother Jaime, who was holding her foot. King Aerys II Targaryen sent the twins their weights in gold as a name day gift, and commanded Tywin to bring the children to court when they were old enough to travel.[1] It is currently unknown whether this visit to King's Landing actually occurred, as the royal court came to Casterly Rock following the death of Lord Tytos Lannister in 276 AC. Cersei and Jaime did visit King's Landing in 272 AC, when their mother brought them from Casterly Rock for the Anniversary Tourney held to celebrate the tenth year of King Aerys's reign. During their early childhood, Cersei and Jaime were inseparable. They looked so similar as children, up to the point that not even their father was able to keep them apart. Because of their similar looks, Cersei occasionally wore Jaime’s clothes and took lessons from the master-at-arms in his stead, without anyone realizing. They played in the bowels of Casterly Rock, where the caged lions of Cersei's late grandfather, Tytos, were kept. Cersei and Jaime would dare each other to climb into the cage. Cersei once dared to go as far as touch one of the lions, until her brother pulled her away. Cersei and Jaime slept together in the same bed when they were very young, and experimented together in a sexual manner at a young age. During one of these encounters, they were caught by a servant who informed their mother. A guard was placed near Cersei's bedchamber, whilst Jaime's bedchamber was moved to the other side of the castle. The twins were told never to do anything like that ever again, as Joanna would otherwise be forced to tell their father. Cersei's mother died not long thereafter, in 273 AC, when giving birth to Cersei's younger brother, Tyrion. For killing her mother, Cersei despised her youngest sibling. Shortly after Joanna's death, the Princess of Dorne visited Casterly Rock with her two youngest children, Elia and Oberyn Martell. Though Tyrion was kept out of sight during the visit of the Martells, Cersei promised Princess Elia to show Tyrion to her. Threatening her brother's wet nurse before sending her away, Cersei undid Tyrion's swaddling clothes and hurt her little brother, until Jaime stopped her. The Princess of Dorne proposed a betrothal between Cersei and Oberyn, during this visit, but she was refused, and Tywin informed her that Cersei was meant as a bride for Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

Read more about Cersei Lannister here and here.

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