#Aerilyn

[thatveganwhiterose]

Mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on? For any OC

Oof, I’ll answer this easiest to hardest (or basically saving my fave for last). These are all DND 5e OC’s of mine, for reference. (@frekkicreative knows all these characters lol.)

Adelaide’s (human wizard) biggest mistake was simply being in the way; wrong place at the wrong time. She was already at low HP from a previous fight during our Curse of Strahd run. One of Strahd’s brides got hold of her and was using her as leverage against the group. One of her companions (Zalk) misunderstood the terms and violated them, causing the bride to kill Adelaide and take her body away.

Kits (fox-folk monk, way of the open palm) doesn’t really have any “mistakes” like that. There may have been things she would have done differently (like magically know that you wear clothes when going to a human village), but she hasn’t had to go up against anything monumental like that.

Aerilyn (human Mastermind rogue) is a character who feels she has made many mistakes, and feels she needs to keep taking on bigger objectives to prove herself. What she would call a “mistake” on her end would probably be reasonably diagnosed as trauma and PTSD. She believed she got her oldest brother killed by her bigoted and sexist uncle because he defended her from him when eavesdropping on the two having a confrontation. She let her curiosity get away with her instead of ignoring it. She doesn’t believe she can fix it, outside of getting her guild more renown and wealth, and has moved on simply because time has passed I guess.

[frekkicreative]

Aerilyn got new armor, made from the hide of a rare creature from the Steamlands.

[starandcloud]

Las Luces

Chapter 2

TW: death, mourning

Chapter 1 <- Chapter 2

Las Luces Masterlist

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"Evenly Frost, Killed In Action." "Faenly Garder, Killed In Action" William Scott, Killed In Action"

Your heart raced, you could feel a lump form in your throat.

Please please please please...

You begged as you clenched your hands into fists.

"That concluded the privates, as for the Sergents."

It had been months snice you had seen Elliot. Months since you had held him. Months since you had heard his voice. Months since you had felt his touch.

"Elliot Prentice,"

No... No please no...

"Missing In Action"

You heart shattered. Your hands instinctively went to the silver locket around your neck. A lock of Elliot's hair and a photo of him rested just about your heart. People bustled around you. Families wept and you knew you were just standing there. You knew you looked pathetic but... you couldn't move. Was he really... gone..?

"Y/N..? Love..?"

A gentle voice filled the air, making your rapid thoughts relax. Your eyes met Friya's, who's were so gently and kind they seemed to understand all. Her hands gently took your shoulders and led you away from the towns center. The rest of the day was a blur, you didn't remember much. Bits and pieces flickered through your brain but never really stuck. You had started to walk; you weren't sure where you were going but you needed to walk. You had no shoes on, your skirt fluttered in the gentle desert wind. the sand stuck between your toes as your tried not to completely space out. You barely recognized where you were. Your feet dangled off the edge of a broken pillar, you could vaguely remember when those pillars fell. They were mostly sand covered now, thanks to the frequent sandstorms.

"Hey..."

A gently voice grabbed your attention. Dull eyes met Aerilyn's. Here eyes were gentle and kind they made yours well up with tears. You felt her at next to you, her hand softly rubbed your clothed back, you wanted to scream, sob, to curse the world.

"Missing..."

You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Why can't he be dead...? Then I wouldn't have to worry..."

Your voice shook as you spoke, Aerilyn's hand slowed to stop before she quietly sighed.

"We're moving in the morning..."

Aerilyn whispered, her hand gently rested on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. After that, the two of you didn't speak You just sat there, quiet, with each other. Appreciating each other's presences. The late-night air made your tears chill and goosebumps raised on your skin, the wind blew making the sand raise up and tickle your feet. As you sat, you remember everything that Elliot used to do. How he'd braid your hair and made sure it wouldn't get damaged, how he'd hold you while you slept, how he'd always make sure you were okay and that you felt safe and secure, how he'd put you before himself. How Elliot would look at you like you had hung the moon and stats, how he'd talk so fondly of you, how he'd often press gentle kissed to your lips and neck, how he'd worship you and make you feel powerful. Just those memories made your heart ache. You just wanted him home...

"Come on Hun..."

Aerilyn spoke gently as she started to gently pull you up.

"You need to sleep, especially after today.

@thriving-n-jiving

[bladebub]

﹒✶ AERILYN! — she/her , istp , 18 , blade/wanderer main! ar lvl 57 , tb 51 .

﹒✶ INTERESTS! — video games , music , writing , art , kpop , mystic messenger , obey me , hsr , genshin, idv , bandori , pjsk , botw , overwatch , valorant

﹒✶ FAVS! — blade , dan heng jing yuan , wanderer , alhaitham , raiden , venti , childe , xiao , kazuha , saeran , mammon , dva , liveweaver

﹒✶ XTRA! — i have an emotional support animal , i’m rlly good at english but suck at math , and i’m rlly antisocial irl

[readychilledwine]

helloooo! had a super random idea that I thought I’d throw your way but if you don’t want to write it, no worries! i know there’s not really dragons in acotar but what if one of the bat boys (whoever you want to write this for) encounters a group of dragons and find an illyrian with them who was raised by dragons. (The dragons think she’s one of them bc she has wings lol) a female who was abandoned by their parents because they wanted a son or something like that. (but now I’m thinking what if she was cassian’s long lost sister or something but in that case obviously she wouldn’t be paired with cassian lol) and she’s basically like half feral and whoever you pair her with is her mate and cannot convince her to go with them to velaris but they figure it out somehow 🥹 and when they finally do she’s just like baffled by simple things like dresses and kitchen utensils and how soft their beds are 😂 and now the night court has a small army of dragons because they listen to her 🤷🏽‍♀️ you can make her an OC if you want!

I can respond to this now that Bound by Fate Part 3 is up and has some traction 🤣 I was going to ask if you got into my Google drive somehow. Kaylee is going to have a similar journey to this only Kaylee's is going to be based on the concept that magic has a price, and the more magic she uses, the bigger the price, where as this journey will be about finding her humanity.

I'm pretty excited about this. Not gonna lie. 💜

Flight Patterns Part 1

Summary - After years of hushed whispers and leads, Azriel has finally found Cassian's lost sister, Aerilyn. What he found with her was unexpected, though.

Warnings - violence

A/n - Aerilyn is going to be fairly feral for these first few parts. Also, she speaks sindarian (like Lord of the Rings elves sindarian, so translations will be at the end of the chapters)

Part Two Part Three

Aerilyn stared at the male wrapped in shadows as if she'd never seen another illyrian before. As if she'd never seen another fae before, Azriel thought to himself.

She was beautiful, exactly as he had expected her to be, with her long dark hair cascading into waves behind her, her tanned unmarked skin, the bright burning hazel eyes. She was a softer, smaller, and delicate version of Cassian. 

Azriel approached her slowly, his hands raised in front of him. " I do not want to hurt you. I have been looking for you for a very, very long time." Over 319 years to be exact. With you right under our noses this whole time, he thought bitterly to himself. 

She had been left to die after her wings were taken. Thrown into the Illyrian woods beaten and bloodied before Cassian eventually burnt that Camp to the ground. She was three at the time. How she survived was a mystery, one Azriel knew they'd need to figure out.

She eyed him cautiously, her head tilted to the side before taking a step back and away from him. "I won't hurt you, Aerilyn." Her eyes narrowed, but then she suddenly relaxed. A small smile forming on her face as Azriel felt the ground shaking behind him. 

He felt the warm breath of whatever it was before the deep growl came. His eyes shut slowly at the scent of ember and rot that lingered in the air. He turned slowly, feeling shock set into his system as he sat face to face with a fire Drake. He felt the ground rumble again, then again, and once more. Rhys. I'm going to need help. Now. Drop whatever the fuck you're doing.

Cassian and Rhys appeared beside him instantly. A grumbled, "Cauldron fucking drown me," leaving the generals mouth as they all stood back to back. "Azriel, what the fuck?"

Azriel looked to where Aerilyn stood, her eyes locked on Cassian and her head tilted to the side. "She knows you, Cass. And they're protecting her."  He could tell his brother was avoiding looking at her. Avoiding the pain that'd come from how much she truly looked like their mother. 

Rhysand grabbed their hands. "You have 30 seconds, Cassian or I'm getting us the fuck out of here." 

Cassian glanced at his little sister, his heart tightening in his chest at how small she was. They held eye contact for a moment and he lowered his weapons and held his hands up to her. He took one step and an immediate growl and shift came from the winged beast closest to him. A deep warning not to approach her. "Would she have memories of anything specific? Something special between the two of you?" Rhys asked softly. "I can't get into her head. It's.. it's a mess, Cassian."

Cassian didn't notice the feather light touch in Rhysand's jaw, the way his eyes kept flickering to the female in concern. Azriel had, though. He noted the immediate change in Rhysand's body language. The calm and composed High Lord was struggling to maintain himself.

Azriel would have laughed if there wasn't a black scaled beast staring him down as if he was nothing more than a delicious snack.

Cassian spoke to her softly. "When you were little, you had a little stuffed bunny. His name was Sir Hop." A flicker of recognition went across her face. Cassian took a small step forward. The beast growled softer this time. "I still have him," the soft confession hung in the air. "Rhysand's mom enchanted it. She made sure he'd never stop smelling like you. You could not sleep without him or me. Mom said you just tossed and turned crying constantly if he went missing or I was gone. I always worried about if you were sleeping when our father ripped me from the house." Another tentative step, but no growl chilling the three of them to the core. 

She studied Cassian hard. Stepping close to him until they were but an arms length away. Her brain knew him. It screamed for her to remember him. She didn't understand all of his words, but she knew his voice. His scent. "Come with me," Cassian offered. "Come home with me." 

"Cassian, 5 seconds. If she does not take your hand in 5 seconds, we are done here." Rhys warned as one of the beasts, a lighter Grey monster that seemed to blend into its surroundings leaned closer to the High Lord and growled. 

For whatever reason, this beast wanted him dead. 

"Duar," a feminine voice that reminded Rhysand of finely aged wine, spoke softly. The beast coiled away from him with one last growl. She was so close to Cassian, breathing in the scent of a warm fire and winter winds. 

"You have a freckle on your ribs," Cassian whispered, his hand reaching out to touch right above her heart. "Right here." She allowed him to bring her into him. He held her close as her arms stayed at her side.

Rhys took the chance, his hands shooting for Cassian and Azriel and winnowing them back to the townhouse with heavy breaths. 

The hug was no longer gentle, not as her fight began. Aerilyn kicked, screamed, and fought as Cassian pulled her into the warded house. Madja was there and ready, knowing the girl would need medical attention and an evaluation. 

After watching her land a harsh closed fist onto Rhysand's cheek as he spoke to her, Madja immediately switched what she had planned, grabbing a needle filled with a sedative and shoving it into the illyrian female's arm.

"I'm sorry," Cassian cried as he lowered her to the floor. "I'm so fucking sorry. Shhhh it's okay. It's okay, you're safe." 

His sister fell asleep in his arms, wrapped tight against his body as he rocked her back and forth against his chest. 

Rhysand held his jaw, "She knows s few words and the alphabet. We will need to work on that to communicate with her," he ground out. "She can speak an ancient language I do not even know, but Amren might. Also, she's my fucking mate." 

Cassian watched in silence as Rhysand left the room, went upstairs, and slammed another door shut with a soft click to indicate he had locked it. 

Madja inclined her head to the bed they had ready for her, "Lay her down. I don't need her awake to know how healthy she is or what she needs."

Duar - "stop/hault"

[lilac-cat-draws]

Been a while since I've posted but here is a Metaphor oc I put together cuz I'm still thinking about this game

Little inspired by a certain arc in the game's story (trying not to spoil here) so I thought of a half-blood oc

Info under cut:

Aerilyn is the daughter of a well respected Ishkian noble family

Her birth was a major issue for the family because of the current views of half-bloods

In order to both save her and their reputation, after her birth they publicly stated Aerilyn was born blind so they can hide her Nidia origins

To avoid the truth from ever reaching out, they forbid Aerilyn from doing any activity that requires her eyesight, even within the walls of her own home

She never got to know her other parent due to the family paying for the other's silence

If she were a character in the game, I can imagine that Will would encounter her by pure coincidence

One of her escorts would clarify her blindness and in later ranks she would do things that give away that she can see

Aerilyn wishes to do the things she wanted to do, but for the sake of her family, all she could do is be married off to a potential spouse

Will is probably the only one who knows about this secret her family was holding

[mayakern]

I really like the way you draw expressions and how they are unique to each character even if they are expressing the same emotion! Any tips on how to practice that? I tend to draw expressions the same way for all my characters

thanks! honestly i think this mostly comes down to the characters having different face shapes and facial features. in drawings, a lot of acting is often done by the design itself, especially designs that come pre-baked with a primary expression.

this guy is basically the best example of that. he was made to scowl and the same range of emotions are gonna look way different on his face than someone else’s

ofc i don’t draw like this, but there are similar (tho less exaggerated) things going on in my art.

the other main thing, i think, comes from posing and the angle that you draw the face at. if a character is more expressive and confident, they will probably lift their head when laughing, but another character might express this in a more withdrawn manner, tucking their head in instead.

i’m no great character actor but when i draw the expression sheets i still try to consider the things i know about my character’s dispositions, what expressions they are most likely to show (or what would be most interesting to see them express BECAUSE it is a rare/difficult emotion for them) and how their temperament and their natural facial features effect those expressions.

hemlock is an innocent and earnest person who always tried very hard but has terrible luck

audra has a confident facade specifically as a form of rebellion against the people who want to see her vulnerable, but it hides a lot of pain

aerilyn is confident to the point of incompetence and has next to no real life experience in anything, leading to a lot of painful lessons

althea can only remember the last two weeks of her life but she is already world weary and exhausted (and also very, very anxious)

cassiopeia is very confident and sexy (literally played her for an TTRPG called Sexy Battle Wizards and her highest stat was sexy) and also kind of a smart ass and a bit of a (bitchy) mom friend

pearl also can only remember the last two weeks and she is 100% horny for life

[the-teapot-hatter]

I was the one who send the isekai protagonist request, what I meant was that the protagonist does everything to attract the boys’ attention like wearing nice clothes that suit their tastes, partaking in their favourite activities and giving them presents, all just to get them to notice her. But mc here, doesn’t do any of that stuff, they’re only interested in dumpster diving yet somehow has caught the boys’ eyes compared to the overlooked protagonist who actually makes an effort to be seen.

Sorry it took me a little bit to get back to this, I was a little busy. And thank you for the clarification.

This isn't particularly staring any of the boys, but rather a long list of them (their short interactions) and the protagonist's failed attempts at wooing them. After such, she investigates the Reader.

If this isn't want you wanted, or I messed up something while writing, please feel free to tell me and I'll try writing it again to see if I get it correct the next time around.

Really, Aerilyn had tried everything that she could think of. But absolutely nothing was working, which didn't make any sense. She had read all of the novels, had gotten the spin-off games, had spent a ridiculous amount of money to read ahead in the webnovel adaptation, she bought all the merch, had visited every con, had watched and was present for every single interview there had been with the author.

Out of everyone, Aerilyn could say that she was the one that understood the characters the best. She was the one that knew all there was to know about this world and it's characters. So, logically, she was the one that was best suited to wooing the harem of men that the Saintess had won throughout her travels in the original, right?

All Aerilyn had to do was woo them before the original heroine showed up, and the Saintess hadn't appeared yet, and Aerilyn did the same things she did when wooing the boys (or at least most of the same things), and yet they still weren't interested. Not one. Not one single one of them was interested in Aerilyn. And she had tried everything.

…First, was her attempts with the Phantom Thief…

She had intentionally moved the guards stations so he would have an easier time getting in and out. And once she noticed the guard walking about, placed in front of her new family's treasury, she couldn't help the wide grin on her face. Because she new that wasn't a guard. It was the one and only Phantom Thief Ace Trappola, the second son of Count Trappola.

A mischievous boy that never failed to make her heart flutter any time she read of him through the pages of a book, saw him through a screen, or heard iconic voice lines being spoken from.

Cooling herself, she walked over towards the faked guardsmen, fighting off the grin that wanted to spread across her face once more. She knew exactly what to do to catch his attention!

"You there! What's your name?" Aerilyn called, watching as the fake guardsmen turned to look at her. The pounding of her heart taking on an excited erratic pace.

"My name is Sept, Lady Cyprus." The fake guardsmen answered, and Aerilyn had to fight off the squeal that made its way up her throat. While Ace did well to disguise his voice, he would never be able to hide himself from a rabid fan like Aerilyn.

"Oh? I don't recall having any guardsmen being named that. Let alone assigned this section of the manner." Aerilyn didn't actually pay attention to the guardsmen's names, but she would let Ace think that she does in order to further impress him. "You're that Phantom Thief that's been stealing from nobles lately, aren't you?" Aerilyn accused.

What she didn't realize at the time, and would never realize, was that Ace was not impressed. In fact, he was more that a little annoyed with the ladies, and some men, that have been coming up to him lately and accusing him of being a Phantom Thief. He didn't mind a good chase every now and again, but this was ridiculous. Then there was the fact that he could be dangerous, for he has a very real sword on him, and the lady before him had decided to confront him without any guardsmen for protection. So, in other words, she was an idiot.

And, as if to further worsen his opinion of her, Aerilyn dug into one of the pockets of her overly huge dress and threw a pouch of coins at him. A particularly smug look on her face. "You shouldn't steal from others, but I need this less than you do. Consider me letting you go a mercy." And then she spun around and walked away. Leaving Ace feeling thoroughly insulted. He didn't steal because he needed money. He did it because of the thrill. Though, lately, it hasn't been nearly as fun due to the increasingly odd behaviors of others.

Days later, Aerilyn was left confused when the Phantom Thief never paid her a visit. He didn't even come up to her and interact with his real identity, leaving her to wonder what she could have possibly done wrong. After all, its what had happened in the novel, right?

…Then, there was her efforts with the Navy's rising star…

Aerilyn didn't actually like working out or doing anything that got her sweaty. But she also knew how beastmen like Jack worked. Or rather how wolves worked. All she had to do was perk his interest, get him interested in her, and she could drop the excessive exercise. 

Until that happened, she would come out of her way every week and train with the patrolling guardsmen, and request training from the Navy to teach her proper self-defense. It wasn't the proper means, but she was a noble lady and could do whatever she wanted. As far as she was concerned, a full group of disgruntled people was more than fine if it would gain Jack's attention.

Only, the beastmen never came up to her. Never interacted with her. Never even offered to help her. She was left confused and frustrated as to why her efforts weren't working. Unknowing to the fact that Jack himself had just wanted the woman to leave. She was throwing everything off and putting a heavy strain on everyone else because of her whims. On top of it all, Jack could tell that she wasn’t even putting that much effort into it, instead ogling at him or one of the many other people.

It left him increasing uncomfortable, something he was growing used to feeling since she was far from the only noble to have pulled a stunt like this recently. He had heard that the Crown Prince was in the action of drafting and setting up a law to prevent this from happening again in the future, but all he could do until that time came was wait. 

To Aerilyn's surprise, two weeks later, she was bared entry. A couple of guardsmen reciting Prince Malleus's new decree, something that Aerilyn had never heard of before. Unsatisfyingly, she ended up having to give up on wooing the wolf beastmen for now. Jack couldn't have been more relieved when his workplace finally went back to normal.

…Her attempts with establishing trade with the up and rising Viscount was a total failure as well…

For weeks, Aerilyn had sent letter after letter to Azul about a business venture she knew he would enjoy and profit from. Not only would she make money from the deal, she could establish contact with Azul as well. She knew the prospect would be successful, since Azul would do so himself in the future and gain a massive profit from it.

She wasn't stealing the idea from him if he hadn't yet thought of it. Not to mention, she would make sure he would still profit from it in the end, so she didn't see the big deal. However, he never answered any of her letters. Not a single one, and Aerilyn couldn't figure out why.

And long soon after, Azul started up the business she had been alluding to in her letters to him, even though she hadn't even given him the full details! She didn't understand why he wasn't answering and she didn't understand why the original seemed to be speeding up. Azul didn't come up with this idea until the saintess made an off handed remark about to Turtolois plant in the east. And the saintess hadn't appeared yet, so she didn't understand what was going on.

Unbeknownst to her, Azul had received letters from not just her, but a whole slew of people. While some were evasive in their letters, he knew enough to piece the information together. While Azul didn't understand why so many letters were addressed to him, why so many people knew about the money making venture and were doing nothing, and why so many people who hadn't had recent contact with each other all seemed to be doing the same things.

While Azul would get as much money from it as he can, he wasn't going to involve himself in something as crazy as this.

…She'd even tried helping the pitiful servant Jamil, but he didn't seem to appreciate her kindness…

She had gone to the Duke Asim's social party, unfortunately, too many people were crowded around Kalim for her to get close to him, so she tried the next best thing. She had requested Jamil's assistance, and as kind as the Duke heir was he granted it, which led her to taking the servant out with her onto the terrace.

"What was it you needed help with, my lady?" Jamil had inquired. Aerilyn's grin was wide, basking in the sound of his hypnotic voice for a moment before she responded to him.

"It was a little hectic in there, I wanted to give you a moment to rest." Was Aerilyn's cheerful response, knowing the servant beside her would appreciate the gesture. Only, he didn't appreciate it, and he was in fact annoyed by it. Multiple people kept pulling this same stunt, which was pulling him away from his work. Which meant he had to do everything later and because he had to do everything later, he had to retire even later.

By this point, Jamil was sure this was some cruel joke on him. That the nobles thought it funny to push him around just because he was a servant to the Asim's. Something he refused to put up with any longer.

At the next party, when Aerilyn made the same request of Kalim, he rejected her. Not only that, but she wasn't invited to the next few parties that the heir threw. In the end leaving Aerilyn confused. How could something like this happen? Was someone messing with her? Were they trying to take her happy ending?

…And on and on it went. She tried everything. And she does mean everything. She imported a rare mining material to Idia because she knew he would use it for his experiments in bringing back his kid brother, Ortho. She had expected him to come ask where she found it, he hadn't…

…She had attempted to empathize with Epel. Give him a moment away from people gushing over his appearance. She had advocated for Vil to play a role in the Opera house for once. She'd brought Riddle a strawberry tart and followed every rule down to the letter in hopes of his approval. She'd talked with Malleus with nonchalance and let him know she wasn't scared of him. She intentionally created "interesting" situations for the Leech twins to get involved in. She let Cater know that she wanted to see the real him instead of the facade he put up…

The point being, she did everything imaginable. And nothing worked! But she did just as the novel's descripted! As the webnovel showed! As the spin-off game suggested! Everything! And yet none of them took any interest in her. So, she launched a secret investigation to see what they were interested in, in hopes of coming up with a new plan.

And she found out that they were interacting with some trash diving peasant that wasn't even worth the dirt beneath their shoes! The character wasn't even mentioned in the original! Not one line dedicated to her! Not one image showed her! She didn't even have the appearance of the faceless NPCs! That's how unimportant she was, and yet all the boys took interest in this nameless nobody.

And then Aerilyn considered the fact that maybe she wasn't the only one that transmigrated. Obviously, this NPC wasn't just a nobody and had to be from the real world like her. They must have done something! And Aerilyn was going to find out what, if it was the last thing she did.

Unbeknownst to Aerilyn, quite a few nobles were already aware that she investigated their lovely trash diving maiden that they were still attempting to convince to live with them. Aerilyn was one of the ones put on top of a blacklist of radicalists that had been popping up more and more lately. Suffice to say, if she pulled anything, she'd be taken care of.

[novel-nook-blog]

OC most likely Tag! 🌷

Thanks so much @just-emis-blog for tagging me!!!

Rules: answer with which of your OCs would be the most likely to do the statement, then give new statements for the next person.

Most likely to get straight As?

I feel like Damian would be a straight As student, just because he'd like to please his father.

2. Most likely to sky dive?

This would definitely be Aerilyn and Zyon, they would tape their wings to their bodies and would enjoy the adrenalin rush.

3. Most likely to play a prank on a stranger?

This is 100 % Zyon. He does that on daily basis. Just imagine if Zyon would pulled up a prank on Damian, that would be hilarious.

Your statements are:

Most likely to get lost in their own hometown?

Most likely to get an embarrassing tattoo?

Most likely to give their kid an unusual (*cough* ridiculous *cough*) name?

Tag: @leahnardo-da-veggie @theverumproject @creative-author @kaylinalexanderbooks + open tag

[findroleplay]

Hello! I am 21+ female! I am looking for people who would be interested in a fantasy fandomless rp! 👑

The kingdom of Nimore had long been the political stronghold throughout the continent of Ameranth. It was ruled for years by its fair and kind hearted rulers, King Cygnus and Queen Lorella. They had two children, their son and heir Prince Orion and their daughter Princess Aerilyn whom they loved dearly and trusted that when they left the world they would carry on ruling the kingdom with the kindness they had taught them. But when the unthinkable happened and they passed, leaving the throne to Orion, this was not what happened.

Orion ruled with an iron fist and bit by bit brought the kingdom down to ruin. In a plan to attempt to rid himself of any competition, he attempted to have his sister murdered, but she was forewarned by the servant who hoped for nothing more than to save their home.

Aerilyn fled for her life, escaping to the neighboring kingdom of Thurian, where she meets up with YC. Now YC and her are working to find a way to overthrow her brother and bring peace back to the kingdom.

Your character: Honestly I’m very flexible with your character. Your character can be a knight or civilian from Nimore, a sellsword, a civilian or knight Thurian, a member of the Thurian royalty, someone from another kingdom hoping to take advantage of the situation in Nimore, a spy sent from her brother to track her progress, an assassin sent to get rid of her but changes their mind, the possibilities are infinite! I’m also okay with Male, Female or Non-binary!

Genre: this would be a fantasy adventure story, but I would love for there to be a romance between mine and your character, but that is not a dealbreaker if your not comfortable, would prefer not!

Writing style: I prefer a literate writing style, at least 1 paragraph though I typically write at least 1-3! I can do Novella length if you prefer!

Platforms: discord preferably, but I’m also good with tumblr if you prefer and I’m willing to try other platforms if you have a different suggestion!

RP partner preferences: I mainly just ask that you be over 18! I am over 21 so please keep that in mind for your own comfort level!

If you are interested in this rp, please like this post and I will reach out!

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[gyattlovpass]

Forgot to post this earlier, so here you go! Tor practicing his charms on the lovely Aerilyn, which ends in predictable failure. Thanks to @thatveganwhiterose for letting me borrow Aerilyn for this drawing :)

[frekkicreative]

80s Fantasy Highschool AU cause I'm on an AU kick right now

[sweptawxy]

for the kid meme: lucina/noire, velouria/forrest, celicalm

I'll go a head and do one for Lucina/Noire and Alm and Celica but I'm going to refrain from Vel and Forrest <3 it has been a while but I did establish that Velouria in her verses is a cousin to Forrest and Siegbert because her mom is Camilla, so it would be really uncomfortable for me, sorry about that!

Name: Aerilyn

Gender: Female

General Appearance: She looks as beautiful as her mother, but she does have Alm's hair for sure.

Personality: She's quiet, and friendly. Aerilyn can make friends easy enough and enjoys being around other people.

Special Talents: She's gifted with a sword and magic.

Who they like better: I think she's close with Alm

Who they take after more: Celica

Personal Head canon: She's an only child, so her friends (other second gens of sov) are like her siblings.

Name: Primrose

Gender: Female

General Appearance: She does not look like either of her parents, but she has long teal blue hair and bright purple eyes.

Personality: She's shy and timid, but once you get through that she's kind and loves being around her friends.

Special Talents: She loves using the bow, sword is far too direct for her.

Who they like better: She admires Lucina 100%

Who they take after more: I feel she ends up taking after Noire more

Personal Head canon: She was adopted by the pair of them, her parents died in a small town from a house invasion.

[readychilledwine]

Flight Patterns

"I don't know what's going to happen in the future. All I know is I love you, and that I want you by my side."

After years of hushed whispers and leads, Azriel has finally found Cassian's lost sister, Aerilyn. What he found with her was unexpected, though.

(Tropes : fated mates, slow burn, best friend's sister - smut possible depending on if I like the way it feels in the story)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

[aur3olin]

Aerilyn and Sidryx are my OCs that are IN LOVE

[sorrow-already-spoiled]

Champion of the Bloodied Sands: Gladiator AU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pbxqmVA-N9c&ab_channel=Apollo

Perhaps this will get expanded on later, but for now, here it is! Only a week late…. Anyways… Someone talk to me about this Ancient Greek/Gladiator AU perhaps????

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Blood and sweat and sand: these were the realities that made up Umbra’s life. He wore no chains, but he had met slaves who enjoyed much more freedom than he did. No matter. 

There was only the fight. There was only blood. 

A voice boomed over the raucous crowd, amplified by some strange ungodly magic. 

“Let the fight begin!”

The young girl across the arena from Umbra began to charge towards him. It would be so easy. Shift left and break the attack against his shield, a single swing of his sword to decapitate her while her body still moved believing itself to be whole and alive. 

But his master hated when he ended things too quickly. There was not nearly as much money to be made on a fight that was over immediately. There is no entertainment value in a clean kill. 

Umbra caught the tip of the oncoming spear against the flat of his shield easily deflecting it upwards towards the sky. He shoved the palm of his hand against the girl’s breastplate, pushing her backwards. The girl looked young, green. Certainly not someone who should have any place in a fight against the reigning champion of the colosseum. 

The girl hissed as she staggered backwards, a pitiful look of determination in her eyes. He readied his sword, parrying her next spear thrust with ease, rolling forward to swipe at the backs of her knees with the flat of his sword. The girl stumbled forwards away from it just in time to avoid being knocked to the ground. She spun her spear around with surprising dexterity, thrusting it towards the weak point where his pauldrons met the breast plate. He dropped his sword and raised his arm, twisting to catch the shaft of the spear in his palm. He brought his shield forward to smash against her face causing her to lose her grip on the spear and stagger backwards. 

Umbra slammed the point of the spear into the sandy ground, crouching to retrieve his sword as the girl shook her head to clear it. Umbra could feel his heartbeat. It thrummed in his ears like a war drum, the rhythmic pulse keeping time as it seemed to slow around him. His breathing was steady. There was nothing but this: the fight. The crowd’s cheering was distant and silent. There was only blood in the pit. 

The girl drew a long handled dagger from her boot, her arm moving into a throwing position. He dropped his shield, moving towards her assiduously with his sword low at his side. Her arm drew back, wrist flexing as the blade flew towards his chest in a perfect arc. He raised his sword to knock the dagger of course, its steel blade landing harmlessly in the sand. 

He advanced to the girl, his gloved hand grabbing her around the throat and lifting her off the ground just enough that her toes struggled to reach solid ground. Her hands came up instinctively to pry at his fingers but she was unable to do so. 

“What’s your name?” The girl looked startled at Umbra’s words. 

“Aerilyn.” the girl gasped out. Umbra nodded. 

“I’ll remember it.” the blade of his sword sunk deep into Aerilyn’s heart. The sound of the crowd cheering was still not enough to drown out the gurgling sound of blood escaping her chest cavity. It soaked the sands beneath her limp form, staining them a deep crimson that would soon darken to a muted brown. There was no room for empathy, or kindness here. A quick death is the best Umbra could do for her. 

~

Once bathed, he was draped in black linens and painted lines of gold adorned his skin. There was never a shortage of people willing to celebrate the most recent victory with the master, and had no choice but to attend. 

The servants positioned him on a pedestal, as if he were a living statue. All through the evening he held his position even as the guests' eyes bore into him, their food-greased fingers smearing the precise golden lines of paint. 

It was nearing the end of the night when he spotted the woman. She had burning red hair, and was dressed in white, with coils of braided gold encircling her upper arms. A golden crown of laurels sat in her hair. Her name was Lewellyn V’lain, and she was his master’s new wife. 

She was half the master’s age, a beautiful young thing to bring the master joy as his life stretched out before him. The crowd seemed to part for her as she moved to the master’s side, linking her arm through his and smiling up at him. It made Umbra sick to think of that poor girl’s naivety. His master would tear her to shreds, and she would be helpless to stop it. She would simply have to endure the endless pain that you never grow numb to.

The master looked down at her with his usual wide grin, pulling her into his side before returning to his conversation. Lewellyn’s gaze swept across the room, falling and lingering on Umbra. 

Umbra dropped his gaze to the floor when she looked at him. It was impolite to stare at a lady, particularly this one. A few moments later a white linen and polished leather sandals entered his field of view. 

“Good evening champion. Would you do me the honor of raising your gaze? I wish to see your eyes.” Umbra did as she bade, in no position to refuse her request. She hummed knowingly, as if confirming what she knew to be true. Her voice dropped to a murmur, meant just for the two of them. “Those are not the eyes of a monster, Umbra, servant of Thanatos, champion of the bloodied sands, and bringer of death.” 

“I am whatever my master requires, my Lady. If that be a monster, then a monster I shall be.” His soul was already doomed for Decideratus either way.

“So if Malice begged you to fetch him olives from the finest merchant in the Capital?”

“I would do so with haste.”

“If you were asked to protect him?”

“I would do so with my life.”

“If he asked you to kill?”

“I have done so many times.”

“Outside of the colosseum, I mean.” The lady’s face had not changed, a gentle expression in her eyes, an innocence to her face.

“I would do so. If I was asked.” Her lips curled into a soft smile. 

“I am relieved to hear that my husband has such a devoted servant. He is very lucky to have you in his service, Umbra of the Crimson Sands. Any nobleman would be blessed by the gods to be so fortunate as to have you.” Her fingers drifted out towards him, running across one of the lines of gold decorating his bicep. The paint stained the tips of her fingers metallic, and the near line across his skin became merely a blur of color. Umbra felt a surge of worry as she looked down at her fingers with an unreadable expression. Servant or not, his master’s lady had just touched another man. Such an act could be punishable by beating, or death if the husband so chose. She really was naive. She would get herself killed. 

“My lady, you should not have done that.” She simply hummed in response. 

“Perhaps not. But I did.” with that, she moved behind him, out of view. He did not see her for the rest of the night, though he saw his master leave mere moments after the lady, and Umbra forced his heart to harden so as not to pity her. 

~

Umbra gained three more victories in the sands following that night, and endured three more parties painted in gold, dressed in black. This evening, he stood at the doorway of his master’s private study, a silent guard stationed at the doorway as the master scratched incomprehensible lines on neat sheets of parchment. He would have preferred the sands.

The oikos was carved from out of the side of Mount Ethos, overlooking the city of Strathem, the Coliseum visible even from this height. Beautifully carved pillars with open gaps between them were draped with delicate sheer white fabrics that blew gently in the warm breeze. 

“Malice, are you in here?” The lady’s voice drifted down a hallway, and Umbra had to fight to keep his face as neutral as ever. She still lived then. When she had not appeared at the victory celebrations he had assumed the worst. She breezed into the room, her gown one of deep emerald this time, offsetting the gold wrapped around her arms. She did not acknowledge Umbra’s presence in the room. She looked unharmed, though there were any number of ways that the master could have punished her unfaithful behavior. “I should have known. You are always here if you are not at the Coliseum.”Malice simply hummed in response. 

The lady drifted about the room, taking in the lavish decor and the view of the city below before her gaze fell upon a Petteia game board. 

“What is this?” Malice glanced up at her question.

“Petteia. It's a game I played often when I served in the Phalanx.”

“I like games.” The lady retrieved two cups and a pitcher of wine from a nearby table. “Come, play a round with me.” She arranged herself on a chaise as Malice joined her at the small table. 

“I think perhaps you will find it rather unlike games typically played by ladies. Slower pace, but faster thought.” Malice seated himself across from her. “Traditionally, this game is bet upon in the phalanx. Used for trade, for influence, extra food or warmth. Whatever is considered a luxury at the time. Lewellyn smiled, delighted.

“We must not break from tradition then. If I win… I want a gift.”

“Of course, my dear.”

“You swear it?” 

“I swear it.” The lady’s lips became a pout.

“Swear it to the gods, for them all to hear. You’ll give me what I want.” Malice’s grin grew, and he took another long sip of wine. 

“I swear it to the gods. If you should win our little game, I shall grant you one thing that you desire, so long as it is mine to give or in my power to do so. And if it is I who wins, I would ask the same of you.” Malice’s grin grew, and Lewellyn poured his glass full. The look on the master’s face showed no worry, as was to be expected. Petteia was a game of military strategy, cleverly hidden behind simple pebbles on a board. The master did not lose at games of strategy. Lady Lewellyn smiled mischievously, pouring and taking a sip of her own wine. 

“I find your terms to be acceptable. Now, explain to me the pieces and movements.” She gestured to the board between them. Umbra could do nothing but watch as his master explained the movements of the game, the rules and conditions. Lewellyn’s body language was relaxed, perhaps aided too much by the wine. Her expression was hazy, sleepy, as if she were only half listening to Malice’s words, and instead just listening to his voice. 

The game began quite simply, but drew out over the next hour. The master appeared calm and amused as always, though the hesitation before his moves were indicative of his investment. Lewellyn seemed to be moving pieces at random in her drunkenness, and Malice was struggling to manage his own pieces in response to hers. The final piece was Lewellyn’s to claim, and her smile filled with childlike wonder. 

“Does this mean that I won?” Malice’s smile grew tight.

“Indeed, my dear. Quite impressive. The prize is yours to claim. Make your request.” Lewellyn sat forward in her chaise, her shoulders squaring, the sleepy-sweet drunkenness disappearing in an instant. The look in her eyes sharpened and Umbra realized that her bet had been a calculated maneuver in the same way each move of the Petteia board had been. 

“I request a servant, a protector for myself.”

“Is that all? I could have granted you such without such a bargain, dear wife. I shall choose someone suitable–” Lewellyn cut Malice off. 

“I wish for a specific one. One that any nobleman would be blessed by the gods to possess.” Her eyes drifted to Umbra, who thought he had been forgotten where he stood vigil beside the door, before returning to look at Malice. “I want your champion.” 

~

It had been sworn upon to the gods, and so Umbra fell into the care of Lady Lewellyn. It would be much later that Umbra realized that Lewellyn was no saint, and he had simply traded one monster for another. At least in the sands, the blood he had drawn had been honorable.