#alchemy for dummies!

[vainvex]

babooshka babooshka babooshka yaya

[id: 3 headshot sketches of aloysius lindt. he is a bearded man with round sunglasses that obscure his eyes, long curly hair and bushy eyebrows. each sketch is in a slightly different style, but she is smiling and blushing in all of them. to the side, partially cut off, is a sketch of max making a similar expression. /end id]

[vaingloriousvex]

[id: a bust of maximillian rose (he/her) as an anthropomorphic mouse. he is cream-coloured with brown spots and brown shoulder-length hair. he wears red rectangular sunglasses, a red button-down shirt, suspenders, and a yellow bow tie. he is blushing and smiling nervously. /end id]

[alchemy4dummies]

ID: a redraw of the barbie movie mugshot meme. the first image is maximillian rose in place of barbie, and the second is aloysius lindt in place of ken.

maximillian is a six-fingered man with bright red rectangular glasses, a bowler hat, and a gold bow tie. max is grimacing for his mugshot, holding up an identifying plaque that says, in all capitals, "capd. maxie. 420-69. folsom."

aloysius is a fat bearded man with curly red hair and large, round purple sunglasses, wearing a fancy green coat with gold accents. he is grinning for his mugshot, and with one gloved hand is holding up a matching plaque that reads, in capitals, "capd. and wishis! 420- ... folsom." END ID.

[cynthinesia]

You Are Mine!

When they see someone flirting with you~

POV: Your writer’s block is cured after making the third part of your MC’s story. 🤭

The legend (/nm) is back babyyyyy~!

♥️ Ace Trappola ♥️

He gets whinier, if I may say so myself...

When you come back to him, he has an angry scowl on his face.

When you ask him what’s wrong, he will just say “Nothing.”

“Ace, you sure it’s nothing?” “Yes. 😠”

He will do his best to impress you with anything he can, using his one (1) braincell in the process. 😔

R.I.P Ace’s poor braincell, you will be missed. 🫡

At the basketball court, you approach him while he is sitting at the sides. You hug him from behind which he lets out a yelp but then visibly relaxes once he sees it’s you, but his pout returns.

Sighing, you caress his cheek.

“Ace, are you sure you’re okay..? Look, you’ve been acting so mad at me for no reason for the past week and I... I wanted to know what made you so angry.”

He, for once, doesn’t pull away from you or try to impress you.

“That person that acted so close to you back then... Who does he think he is?! I’m your boyfriend, not him!”

Wide eyed, you look at him as you are absolutely speechless.

“Oi, answer me (Y/N)!” He yells.

You squish his cheeks with a scowl.

“Ace...”

“What?!” He rolls his eyes at you.

“He was an exchange student that I was tasked to give a tour... He was flirty, yes, but I did tell him that I had a handsome boyfriend...”

“...Eh?”

You smirk.

“And yes, I did tell him about how handsome you were~”

His cheeks turn bring red in retaliation. You hug him close to you.

“Geez... Why would you even think that I would choose another guy over you?! He may be affectionate with me, but you are the one I love...”

You kiss his head.

“You dummy.”

You feel his arms wrapping around you. He closes his eyes as he stays still before opening his eyes again. You look at him and slowly let him go. And as soon as you do that, he immediately runs forward, grabs the ball and looks back at you with a smile.

“Oi, dummy! This one’s for you!”

And he throws the ball in the hoop.

...and it completely misses it.

and it hits his head...

“Ack!.. Well, frick... It didn’t go in...” He sulks.

But it gets a good laugh out of you.

“Oi oi, stop laughing! It’s not funny!” He retorts, looking away in embarrassment.

Yes, you love that dumbass.

No, he won’t change.

🦈 Floyd Leech 🦈

The moment he sees you with another boy, that person is done for.

He immediately grabs you by the arm and drags you along with him.

The next thing you know is... Well, that person is getting squeezed like a lemon... 💀

He was already so clingy to you. But after this? He gets clingier.

“[Nickname], lemme hold your hand? 😇” “FLOYD FOR THE SAKE OF HEAVENS IT’S BEEN AN HOUR! I HAVE TO USE THE RESTROOM!”

Jamil and Ace are wondering why he is hardly ever coming nowadays. The reason? He is spending time with you, so he is veeeeeery busy!

You pet his hair as his head is on your lap. You sigh as you hear the bell ringing, to signal that the class is about to start. Moreover, your class now is alchemy which means this is Professor Crewel’s class... But because of Floyd, you are about to be late.

“Floyd, I have to go..!” You anxiously say as you try to push his head. Unfortunately, he grabs your thigh and lays his head again.

“But I wanna spend some more time with you, (N/N)! Can’t leave you alone, or else other fish will getcha!” He childishly pouts and looks at you, “I don’t wanna let it happen. Not again.”

“Other fish?!” You look at him, but then you remember the flirty student.

You bonk him in the head.

“Ow! Hey, what was that for?!” He says.

“Those ‘other fish’ won’t get me again, Floyd!” You angrily glare at him, “You already gave him a lesson, you know?!”

He sits up in excitement.

“Really?!” He asks you, eyes beaming with joy.

You sigh.

“Yep, no one’s going to bother me like this when they know I’m dating with you~”

He immediately grabs you, sits up and spins with you in his arms.

...But you are so damn sure that Crewel is going to chew you two out if he ever finds you...

:(

🐍 Jamil Viper 🐍

He was coming to visit you after taking a shower.

When he sees this occur, he just watches you from far. Then he waits for the person to leave.

Out of three, he seems to be the most normal to react so far.

He asks you who was that guy that was a little too close to you. Like hugging you and kissing the back of your hand, like how he is supposed to do--

You tell him that you told the guy that you are taken by the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen. 😉

He blushes.

His cheeks flush.

Then sighs deeply and apologizes for feeling jealous.

That guy? He’ll get a warning from him.

After that flirty guy leaves with a frown as you told him off, he walks to you.

“Rohi*, who was that?” He asks while hugging you from behind, causing you to yelp in surprise.

“No one, dear... Just a flirty guy. Don’t you worry though, I told him that I already have a wonderful boyfriend.” You smile.

“Hmm...” He hums for a moment, and because he was out of sight, watching you, he’d seen how you reacted to the guy going as far as asking you to be his lover.

“Don’t you believe me, Jamil?” You frown at him while crossing your arms.

“O-of course I do! It’s just that I...” He trails off for a second only to turn you around and hug you. “...I was just thinking if I should give that guy a verbal warning. He seems to have some guts trying to ask out someone that already has a lover.”

(There wasn’t anyone in the place you two were in, so that was why he was able to give you affection this comfortably.)

“No need for that. I already warned him, you know? I just hope he won’t bother me again.” You smile while caressing his cheek.

“You may have warned him, but no one can know what he will do next.” He replies as he rests his head on you.

“Then I’ll have to either warn him again, or just punch him in the face next time~” You flex your arm and you grin, “I let him get away because I’m soooo kind~”

He softly laughs at your impression of the Headmaster. But then he clears his throat and sighs.

“Well, I have to go to practice... Will I be able to see you soon, I wonder?” He says before kissing you on the cheek and letting you go.

“If you don’t get free time like this, I’ll come to you.” You reply.

“...It would be great, (Y/N).” He laughs.

He walks away from you, but then he looks back.

“See you soon.”

“See you Jamil~!” 😊

*Rohi is a term of endearment in Arabic, and it means “my soulmate”! :3

[brotherwtf]

i feel like these lyrics would be super fitting for an sports au where bucky’s a football/rugby/baseball (basically any sports with a ball hahah) player

Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads

Beer sticking to the floor

Cheers chanted, cause they said

There was no chance, trying to be

The greatest in the league

Where's the trophy?

He just comes running over to me

Touch down

Call the amateurs and

Cut 'em from the team

Ditch the clowns, get the crown

Baby I'm the one to beat

Cause the sign on your heart

Said it's still reserved for me

Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

ahhh that is so cute! I'm thinking a college au maybe? classic jock/nerd au with Bucky and Gale, super cute and sweet

Gale is going to school for astrophysics and astronomy, he hopes to do research or possibly become a professor once he gets his PhD

John signed on to play D1 baseball, but studies literature when he's not playing

They almost never cross paths, but when they do meet it's classic romcom bullshit

Gale is running late to an exam and John is late to practice and they literally run into each other on campus

Gale is knocked flat on his ass, books and pencils falling from his backpack and John immediately feels bad

It doesn't help that John is the most beautiful person Gale has seen, or that John is literally drowning in Gale's blue eyes bcs they just kinda sit there

It isn't until Gales scrambling for his books and pens that John finally snaps out of it and helps him up and desperately asks Gale for his number

Gale blushes as he gives it to John, and basically runs to his exam, John thinks about him all during practice and his teammates make fun of him endlessly

They start texting and talking more, meeting at the library or the dining hall and just talking

Gale finally musters up the courage to ask John on a proper date and John is absolutely ecstatic

They go into the city and get dinner and ice cream, after that just sort of wandering around until Gale says he should probably get back

John walks Gale all the way to his dorm, and presses a shy kiss to his lips to say goodbye, and Gale blushes endlessly

They start dating, and Gale starts going to more of John's baseball games to support him (aka look at John's ass and thighs in those tight baseball pants)

He doesn't quite understand the game, but always cheers for John when he's batting. John always beams the brightest when he can see Gale in the crowd, sometimes blowing him a kiss before hitting it out of the park

What if during one of their championship games, it's the bottom of the ninth, they're all tied up, bases loaded, and Johns up to bat. Gale is in the crowd, obviously, and he's nervous, wringing his hands together in anticipation

It's a full count (Three balls and two strikes) and this next pitch could either make or break their win. The entire crowd watches in anticipation, leaning forward in their seats

John looks into the crowd and spots Gale, blows him a kiss before turning back to the pitcher. Gale is probably thinking "you dummy, you don't have time for that now you need to focus"

And John hits a fucking grand slam and the crowd screams. Gale literally jumps to his feet and cheers when John rounds all the bases and returns to home with the rest of his team hugging and grabbing him

John manages to pull himself away from his team and finds Gale who's made his way up to the edge of the bleachers. He pulls John into an enthusiastic kiss and hugs him so close he feels like John might struggle to breathe, but he's too fucking proud of John to care

A couple of their teammates (I'm thinking like Curt and Rosie) pour Gatorade over John's head while he's still hugging Gale and then immediately regret it once they see they accidently soaked Gale, but Gale is laughing too hard to actually care

The boys try to drag John out to the bar, but he insists on staying behind and celebrating quietly with Gale, who just beams at the thought

In celebration, they go into the city and get ice cream, just like their first date

eeekk I loved this one! nerd/jock tropes are one of my favorites I hold them near and dear to my heart. lmk if you guys have any more hcs for this!

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

(*^*) ★彡 Absol I love your Trey works so much I never see ANYONE write for him! If requests are open can you maybe do some more? Fem!reader (n.n;) if that’s okay? Dubious cause reader is just a big dummy and needs Trey to take care of her. (>w<) if that’s okay!

Sugar Rush

A/N: That makes me happy that Trey is getting popular. I have seen a few people write for him, I am happy to recommend some writers for you any time.

tags: Trey Clover x fem!reader, dubcon, blowjobs wc: 1.3k+

“I worry about you a lot.” Trey huffed, tugging down the back of your skirt. You didn’t realize anything was exposed. “Aww thank you! You’re such a sweetheart Trey!” You beamed up at the taller man with your heart swelling in your chest. You were known for your lack of special awareness. Ace and Deuce playfully accused you for faking it, wanting to look cute for Trey so he would fuss over you. But it was the truth. You just weren’t able to perceive most things around you. 

You bumped into people at least twice a day, you’ve almost sprained your ankle three times this semester, and the amount of times you’ve hiked your skirt up too high or forgot to button your shirt properly is unrecordable. But Trey always came to rescue you.

He would pull you into a corner and fix your tie, buttoning your shirt and vest, smoothing wrinkles in your blazer and tugging your skirt down to meet dress code. He would catch you before you fell and got hurt with the help of his strong arms hugging you tight against him. And usually he would come and defend you from whoever you bumped into…  Or maybe he was worried about the attention you would get. Being the only girl at an all boys boarding school wasn’t really ideal. Even if the societal norms were different from your world, you sometimes would hear unsavory conversations passing the mouths of students you had never interacted with in the past. Some of the conversations had you as the topic. 

The shape and curve of your body. How they wanted to tug your hair back as they forced you on your hands and knees. How they wanted to practically ruin your life just because you said hi to them one day in the halls before classes. 

You liked that Trey fussed and worried about you, because you knew that he wouldn’t speak of you like those gross perverts. Trey was nice. Trey was like an older brother figure for you. A hot older brother that you had no relation to. “See, you’re daydreaming again.” He sighed and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you close to his body. A group of boys raced in the opposite direction, nearly knocking you to the floor if not for Trey’s strong hold. His body was firm, his arms strong from his experience baking and kneading dough. “But I can do that cause you always help me out!” You smiled again and hugged onto his arm, pressing it against the valley of your breasts with your cheek pressed against his thick limb. “I help you because you can barely help yourself.” Exasperation this time. Your lips curled into a pout as you allowed Trey to lead you to class. “And I don’t do this because I actually want to. You just look helpless. You need to take responsibility for once.” He seemed irritated as you relaxed against him, eyes glancing in the direction of a small group of male students whispering and eyeing you up and down. 

They were just jealous that you preferred Trey over anyone else. “Actually…” He slowed to a stop and glanced down at you still clinging to his arm. There was a looming feeling of danger now. You loosened your grip on Trey’s arm, wondering if maybe you took something too far. “Come with me for a bit.” He wasn’t asking you; he was telling you. With your fingers still curled around his sleeve you walked with Trey in the opposite direction of your shared classroom. He walked you towards the empty alchemy lab and you noticed the lack of students in the wing of the school. “Where are we going?” You asked with a nervous smile as he nudged you into the empty lab. 

“Alchemy lab. Just for a little bit.” Trey pulled the door shut with a soft click. You looked around with your heart pounding against your ribs. Trey didn’t look angry, it was something else. “You really do need to take responsibility for yourself.” He hummed, watching you back into an empty lab table. “What are you going to do if I’m not around? What if someone takes advantage of you?” Trey asked with a soft chuckle. You laced your fingers behind your back with a silent shrug of your shoulders. You weren’t sure how to answer his question. You always sought out Trey, no matter what. The idea of something going wrong wasn’t something you considered in the past.

“You don’t know?” He whispered, closing in on you with his eyes starting to darken. His honeyed gaze seared into your flesh as he outstretched a hand and pointed to the tiled floor. “Kneel.” Trey’s voice was soft, sweet like caramel drizzled over the delicate curls of your brain. A heat began to pool between your thighs and you sank to your knees with a nervous expression. His hand held the back of your head and pulled you close so your lips brushed the crotch of his trousers. Your nose rubbed against the cool metal of his belt buckle as he curled his opposite hand into a tight fist. “You understand what I’m asking for?” Trey spoke as your hands shakily pressed against his thighs. “Um… You want me to do it?” You didn’t think Trey saw you like this. You didn’t mind since it was Trey, but it felt wrong at the same time. Trey is like a hottie older brother who swats you on the back and tells you good job. Not someone who convinces you to thank him for his niceness with a sloppy blowjob. 

Trey pulled your head flush against him. “It’s part of taking responsibility.” Your lips slightly parted as he began to hurriedly loosen his belt. There was the jingle of metal as he pulled it free, soon came his button and zipper as you watched with wide eyes. A soft whine passed your lips as his cock was now freed. His hand remained on the back of your head as he took his cock and tapped it against the soft flesh of your cheek. You weren’t exactly skilled in this field. But you couldn’t refuse the situation either. 

You needed to speak up, but before you had the chance, Trey pressed the crown of his cock against your lips. Your eyes darted up at him then back to the flushed tip. Wet and sticky with seminal fluid. You didn’t really want to. But you would since it was Trey. Your lips opened, and quickly closed around the tip. Your thighs pressing tightly together as you let Trey guide your head for you. Forcing you back and forth to suck and swallow the salty taste of his velvety skin. “You can suck harder.” His voice was breathless with light snaps of his hips against your face. Your hands gripped the fabric of his black trousers. Drool began to collect in your mouth, sliding down your chin as you looked up at Trey with watery eyes. It was getting hard to breathe now. Having him hump into your face, forcing your head still as you gagged and drooled over his thick cock. Having your nose buried at his base, being tickled by the wiry dark green hairs. Your face burned with shame from how much you were enjoying it. A familiar sticky film clung to the cottony insert. You allowed your jaw to fall slack as you moaned around his cock. You sucked and slurped, squeezing your eyes shut as tears welled in your eyes as Trey moaned above you with a long string of curses passing his lips. The mushroomy tip smacked into the back of your throat roughly. The feeling of him throbbing against your tongue and the pistoning against your face. His hands gripped at the back of your head and yanked you against his lap. Holding you firmly in place as he rutted against your face with a few final throbs. A strangled ‘fuuuck’ left his lips as the warm flood of sperm filled your mouth. Trey’s hands shook as you inhaled and exhaled through your nose. You blinked away tears as Trey continued to hold your head in place. Forcing you to swallow with a struggled gulp around his slowly softening cock.

[prince-of-the-gilded]

{Icarus puts away their comm into the pocket of their pants, and walks to their closet in the room. The room itself has nothing noticeable outside of a bed, a picture on the wall of them and their father when they were younger, a training dummy, a couple of swords around and of course the large closet. Once there, they enter it and find an old looking box, one that looks like it hasn't been touched in years. They open it, a bunch of potion supplies are inside, they quickly set it up in the closet. They start to brew, a smile appearing on their face as he remembers all the small things about alchemy.

In the end they create a potion of healing. They take out their comm and take a photo of it before putting everything away.}

[achaoticeternal]

when it was calmer.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x STRONG!READER part one - courage of my convictions

summary: being the youngest of the strong children, you have your first taste of what it means to be a lady of the court.  word count: 1.9k warnings: Aegon being Aegon, manipulation a/n: the reader is the daughter of Lyonel Strong, and younger sister of Harwin and Larys Strong. 

“My princess,” You gently called out to Helaena, “Please, let us go enjoy the gardens. They are far more enjoyable than watching your brothers and cousins quarrel.”

As soon as you noticed the competitive glances between Sir Criston and your eldest brother, Harwin, your instincts told you it would be best to escort the princess back into the comfort of the Red Keep. Having served as Helaena’s lady in waiting for the past year and a half had taught you a great many things about her and about the house of the dragon. Though the house was the epitome of royalty, they fought as any other family would - no matter how small the issue. 

“My lady, don’t you wish to sit and watch-”

“Would you not rather enjoy time in the library or alchemy labs examining the creatures our grand maester has placed in jars for your viewing pleasure?” You quickly interrupted. 

With an excited grin, the princess took your hand as the two of you descended the stairs from the overlook of the training yard. The pair of you giggled between girlish thoughts and small jokes, distracting you both from the jabs and punches all the princes and their trainers threw at dummies. 

“My sister and her sweet lady!” Prince Aegon called from across the yard. What a dread, the princess and yourself had nearly escaped indoors. 

Helaena spoke not, only looking at her brother with blank eyes. Knowing how the prince enjoyed making spectacles out of his behavior, and it becoming ten fold worse if not rewarded with proper attention, you instead bade yourself to answer Aegon, “What pleases you, my prince?”

Aegon, all but gracefully, strided toward the pair of you with his brother and cousins quickly trailing behind, “Where are you off too?”

“The princess and I were heading into the halls to seek our own enjoyment outside of the training grounds,” You explained in your kindest tone as Aegon’s eyes unpleasantly scanned your adolescent frame. He always pulled such stunts when Queen Alicent or your brothers were not around to correct his behavior. Your tone quickly began souring, “We wish to be off to the library and indulge ourselves with knowledge.”

“Knowledge?” Aegon laughs, “You are ladies of the court. What use do you have of knowledge when you are just to produce pleasure or heirs?”

If you could strike the eldest son of the King without consequence, you would have done it in an instant. Helaena was his betrothed -- but the way he spoke of her… you pitied your friend. 

“Our sister and her friend can enjoy the library all they choose - you hardly ever touch a book,” the voice came from behind Aegon, belonging to the second son, Aemond. 

A giggle echoed throughout the courtyard as you and Helaena laughed at Aemond’s jest. Aegon was clearly unamused by his brother’s antics, “And what use do I have for books when I have a dragon?”

Aegon's comment was clearly targeted and even caused a few snickers from Rhaenyra’s sons. You frowned at such words, seeing young Aemond scowl at his brother. The younger brother clearly wanted to say something, but refrained, knowing that if he pushed too hard, Aegon’s fit would become worse. 

“And what is my youngest sister doing down on the training fields with the princess?” Harwin’s voice broke the tension between the group of adolescents. 

“We’ve been watching them train,” Helaena interjected before you could speak a word, “Watching dragons dance with each other.”

You looked from Helaena to Aegon to Harwin, “True, as the princess says. But we were planning to seek entertainment inside the Keep.”

Before any another could speak, Ser Criston approached, standing across from your brother. Though you had no understanding of it, the two men had never been fond of each other, despite both being loyal to the crown. When you asked your father or Harwin, neither would answer you properly, just dismiss you or change the subject. However, your brother Larys would chuckle when you inquired about the subject with him, but his responses came in riddles. Riddles that you could not crack like you could understand those of Princess Helaena.

Ser Criston’s glare turned from Harwin to you. There was a malicious intention behind his eyes, though the reason for it was unknown to you, “Little Lady Strong, why don’t you wish to continue watching the future protectors of the realm train into fine men?”

“Do such things bore you?” The white knight’s eyes flickered back to Harwin, “Or do you simply not enjoy watching strong boys?”

Your tongue and mind escaped you. Any sort of answer had evaded you as the tension began to drown the training yard. Your eyes cut to the youngest boys, who also looked greatly confused, before looking to Aegon who had an awful smirk plastered to his face. There was something amiss. 

“I have no opinion here. I am simply to be with the princess and join her in whatever entertainment she seeks,” You looked to Helaena with a great look of hope in your eyes. 

Helaena looked at the ground, but her eyes flickered up to yours for just a moment at the mention of her title. It was quick -- you had barely recognized her glance before it fixated elsewhere, “There is more for me to see today. Lady, please join me.”

Whether she truly knew it or not, Helaena had spared you from the continued tension as she wrapped her arms with yours. The pair of you began to return indoors, not sparing a look to the men behind you. 

Before the young women could enter, a butterfly with wings of orange and brown scorched with red landed on the princess’ hand. Both of you paused, observing the insect together. You admired its natural beauty as Helaena narrowed her eyes in contemplation. 

Once it flew off, Helaena spoke again while leading you into the Red Keep…

“Walls of flames… and here you stay.”

News of the brawl in the courtyard came later when a handmaiden entered Helaena’s chambers. She didn’t even have to speak any names, you knew who was part of the quarrel: Harwin and Ser Criston. 

Once you had dismissed yourself from the princess with her blessing, you moved in an instant to go see your father. Knowing he would be furious, if you got to the Hand’s chambers soon enough, maybe you could calm your father and check on your eldest brother. With quick steps, you made it down the hall. The door to the Hand’s private room began to close, but you had to slip into the room. Maybe it would change things…

But before you could make it inside, a hand grabbed you and the door was firmly closed. At your defeat, you looked to see who had grabbed your wrist, slightly shocked to see your other brother - Larys.

“Brother, please. We must go in and tell father not to make any rash decisions,” You pleaded to him, only to be met with a doubtful look.

Larys sighed as he began to escort you away from the door, “Dear sister, Harwin must face the consequences of his actions, especially as the future Lord of Harrenhal.”

“But he is son to the hand of the King! And Ser Criston had been antagonizing him!”

“It does not matter,” Larys tutted, speaking to you as if you were still just a toddler, “He has been removed from the City Watch and now must face the wrath of father.”

Your lip quivered as you looked at any place you could besides Larys, “I should have stayed in the training yard, I could-”

“You could’ve what? Stopped him,” Larys brought his hand to rest on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you, “Father was there and could not stop it. How would either of us being in the training yard stop our hot-headed brother from making rash decisions?”

Though you didn’t always trust your brother, you knew it would be wise to listen to him and heed any advice he would offer. “But what is to happen to us?”

Larys thought for a moment, clearly considering the possibilities of things that could transgress. He had always been a thinker, a man of knowledge; while Harwin was a man of action. With a content nod, he looked back to you, “That is a fair question, my sister.”

There was an attempt to suppress a chuckle, but a light one slipped past his lips before he composed himself, “Luckily for us, we are both quite valuable friends to members of the crown. Even though Harwin dishonored our name, I believe the Queen shall be gracious enough to look past such things for our sake.”

Though Larys’ statement did not yet make sense to you, in time you would learn how merciful his answer was.

That evening, your family did not dine with the royal family as was tradition and expected. Instead, you took dinner in the Hand’s chambers at your father and Larys’ side. Harwin had been dismissed for “other” business.

Fortunately, the Queen did permit you to spend an hour with Helaena before she would go to bed. The princess and you had a way of distracting yourselves from the occurrences and world around you - speaking of books and riddles. Yet, you did not expect Aemond to be joining you that evening as well.

You and Helaena sat by the crackling fireplaces, just talking over some anatomical book the princess had spread before the pair of you. The nurse announced the Prince’s presence, but before Helaena or yourself could address it, Aemond sat with you both, listening to his sister ramble.

Aemond and Helaena were naturally close, both disliking their elder brother’s treatment of them and his other activities. Though you did not know the Dragon Prince well, you were comfortable around him. So when the maid announced it was time for Helaena to sleep, he offered to escort you back to your own chambers.

The walk was mostly silent, not that you minded. It was nice enough for him to even look at you after the events of the day. You fidgeted with your fingers, thinking to yourself before he finally broke the silence.

“I am sorry to hear about Harwin’s departure,” Aemond spoke, voice shaky, “From my understanding, you are close with your brothers.”

You chuckled at his choice of words, “Even in our age differences, yes, I would consider myself to be close with them.”

Another lull fell between the two of you.

“From my understanding, you are to stay at the Red Keep while your father and Harwin return to Harrenhal,” Aemond spoke once more.

A shy smile graced your face, “Yes, the Queen requested that my father leave me behind under the watch of her and my brother, Larys. I am in a fortunate position, as Helaena’s lady-in-waiting.”

Aemond simply nodded his head, “True, it is important that my sister have… a good friend…”

“That is quite the compliment,” You smiled at the young prince, “Thank you, your grace.”

The pair of you continued walking in silence until you reached the door to your chamber. Though you had been silent, it seemed as if something had been left unsaid. But you knew better than to pry for such things. You would simply have to do without for tonight.

“Thank you, my prince, for accompanying me to my room,” You curtsied, looking into the violet eyes of the Targaryen prince. 

“It is my duty,” Aemond spoke quickly, before promptly turning on his heels and walking away. He walked quickly and the air had shifted, stealing away your moment. 

With that, you went into your chamber and awaited sleep to take you.

this is the first part in my new series - courage of my convictions

any and all feedback is appreciated!

[trashyvanillabean]

What kind of media the Quintet might write:

Baiheng: Travelogues!

Dan Feng: slice-of-life columnist under a pen name, typically writing about the strangest things that happened in the Alchemy Commission — very intriguing intriguing and entertaining for everyone outside and inside the commission (especially whenever Dan Feng had his episodes); sometimes he may include doodles, but which have been described as elegant and “surprisingly adorable”

Jing Yuan: used to write brochures and doodle comic strips in them for the Realm-Keeping Commission under a pen name, typically involving public safety, what not to do as tourists and what to do if approached by weirdos offering the short-lived a ticket to immortality (the most common method being to run as fast and far away as possible)

Jingliu: n/a, not a writer, and even if she did write anything, it probably would have been taken off the shelves when her name was stricken from the records; at the very least, her name could have been replaced with a ghost writer’s name

Yingxing: “Avoiding Artisanship Accidents for Dummies” — exactly what it says on the tin, definitely one of those things where if it’s being written about, it’s most likely because someone was stupid enough to do it

[vainvex]

drawing my little faggots hehe

[vaingloriousvex]

thought it would be fun to make a pokémon team for one of my ocs! max would have fire and ghost types :-)

[id: Maximillian Rose (he/her), a short and stocky man wearing shades of pink and red, and standing in front of a soft lilac background. He is smiling nervously, holding a Hisuian Growlithe in her arms. Surrounding her are the rest of his team. From left to right: shiny Gothitelle, Shuppet, Litwick, shiny Duskull, and Tepig. All the pokemon are happy. /end id]

[alchemy4dummies]

Concept work to finished design choices for Aloysius' stoner van. First concepts were done almost a year ago probably, sketched in september and then color adjustments a little while later. the inside is lined with bookshelves and crammed full of bottles and books and papers, somewhere fitting in a small cot where Aloysius sleeps... if he does sleep. You can find him on the edge of Folsom Junction, if you can catch him!

[seramilla]

Dragon’s Blood Curse AU

(What if fantasy setting where Carmilla was a champion for the Unseelie Court? And what if Sera was the High Fae of the Seelie court? I dunno!! Just had a lot of what if’s while thinking about Carmilla as a dragon)

Atop the hill looking across the dark forest stood the grey and foreboding decrepit castle. In the topmost window of the highest tower stood a tall thin skeletal figure clad in black attire. The lich paced for some time as the sun started to dip behind the tree line. He decided to check on the daughters of his dearest friend before speaking to her.

Zestial made his way to the alchemy lab and quietly opened the door just a sliver. He smiled seeing Odette taking notes of what appeared to be an elixir. He had no doubt she was looking for a way to help her mother. Odette had always been the more studious child. He watched as she removed a glove revealing a scaled arm then pluck one off her arm. He holds his breath as she places it in a bowl and pours the tincture over the scale. An acrid smell filled the air as the scale sizzled and dissolved like it’s in acid. Zestial’s eyes widen seeing her grab the vial in a fit of anger and frustration and throw it against the wall with a snarl.

He let her be as he quietly closed the door and headed further downstairs.Zestial made his to the balcony of the crumbling courtyard and found Clara practicing her swordplay. Judging by all the destroyed training dummies it was safe to assume that she too, was in an irritable mood, so he continued deeper down into his ancient abode. He could hear the sound of chains rattling as he approached the barred door to his dungeons. He had not needed to use them in over a century. Now he was refurbishing them for his close friend. She refused to stay anywhere else in his home and quickly learned the reason why she made this decision.

Magic pools into his hand surrounding it with a glowing green energy as he mimics the motion of unlocking a door.

The enchantments and seals dissipated and the massive iron bars slid back allowing the door to open. He approaches the inky black room that fell silent. He was early it would seem as his eyes met a large pair of blazing crimson orbs filled with rage and spite of a deep injustice. A large light stormy grey snout snaked into the dim light as lips pulled back into a snarl revealing a dangerous set of teeth followed by a dark grey mask like marking around the furious orbs. Next came her large black horns and luxurious mane of white fur accentuated with a few black stripes. The chains rattled and went taught as she lunged at him. He could feel his cloak being disturbed by the air flow from the massive talons slashing the air in front of him. Perhaps he should have knocked first. Any further thoughts vanished as a roar of despair and pain shook the foundations of the castle. Black and purple flames erupted from the dragon burning away the form till a much smaller shape of his dear friend remained.

“Carmilla, art thou alright? Thou were rather upset, was thine beloved on thy mind?”

Zestial held out a hand for her. A large white hand takes his.

“Yes Zestial, I was thinking of her.”

“Why? Thou knew the High Fae of the Seelie wouldn’t be able to court anyone beneath her station.”

Her crimson orbs with white irises stared sadly into his.

“She loves me Zestial, me who was nothing more than a human champion of the Unseelie court. She loves me so much…and I love her…but when our courts discovered our union…”

She shudders and wipes her eyes.

“Well the blame fell solely upon me. But no one expected the Seelie to give such a cruel punishment. Her court cursed me Zestial, the Seelie court cursed me.”

She sighs walking to the small grated window and gazes into the moonless sky.

“But at least she wasn’t punished… How are-“

Zestial stops her in her tracks.

“Thy daughters are well but hath thrown themselves into aiding thou however they can.”

Carmilla gazes up the stairs with worry. Her daughter had been lucky to barely have been affected by the Dragon’s Blood curse. She starts to head towards them only to be stopped the silver shackles.

“Fret not Carmilla, they shall arrive shortly.”

Zestial unlocked the her bound wrists. as they slowly headed up to the main hall.

“Mother! Zestial!!! There’s a fae!!”

At the sound of Odette’s voice, Zestial and Carmilla rush at the the rest of the way there only to catch sight of the fae collapsing on the floor. They looked terrible and they had a squirming bundle. Carmilla cautiously approaches and sees an infant in an embroidered blanket. She looks at it more closely and freezes. She recognizes her own stitch work. Carmilla had made this for the next child they were planning on having. She moves back from the unconscious form realizing who this is and why they are here.

“Sera…?”

Zestial whisks away the unconscious Sera to Carmilla's room, where they both check the fae for any serious injuries. Carmilla asks her oldest and dearest friend to turn away for a moment, while she cleans Sera's wounds. The woman must have been through Hell — she’s covered in scrapes and bruises, and looks exhausted. Carmilla dresses her in fresh clothes and puts a cool rag to her forehead.

Zestial stands off in the corner of Carmilla's room, holding the babe and singing to her in a deep and enchanting, dark hymn. The child seems comforted, thought she is still quite shaken up from whatever had caused Sera to become unconscious. The child had been protected from any serious harm by the embroidered blanket that Sera enchanted prior to the child's birth. It's seen better days, but the fibers are still intact, and there’s no blood from either the child or Sera on it. Thank the Heavens for that. Carmilla's foresight had born prescious fruit yet again.

Carmilla had always suspected the Seelie might attempt to harm another of her and Sera's children, were they to find out about their coupling. This most recent event had been the last straw, and thus the curse of the dragon inflicted upon Carmilla would also be carried down to any of Carmilla's blood. The effect was lessened on her and Sera's descendants; Sera's Seelie blood has a pacifying effect on the curse, but Clara and Odette still have their own problems to bear. They research, study, and concoct enchantments for hours on end, desperately seeking a cure for their mother, and thus, their own predicament, as well.

But even this latest child, Zestial can see, isn't immune from the Dragon's Blood curse. Specks of rainbow-colored scales adorn her small face like freckles, under each of her eyes and scattered around her nose like little reflections of sunshine upon her face. This child's patterns seem almost...pretty compared to the grays and blacks of Carmilla and her daughters. This child also resembles Sera...much more so than Clara and Odette. Some deep enchantment is at work here. And Zestial thinks he may need for Sera to awaken before any answers are forthcoming.

Carmilla observes Zestial with her and Sera's youngest child, singing to her and calming her, just like he'd done with the other girls when they were babes. Thankfully, this one falls asleep very easily. Zestial strokes the child's cheeks with one of his sharp, vicious claws...they could tear through bone and flesh so easily, but with her children, the lich is as gentle as a lamb.

She's thankful for his help. Carmilla is still reeling from the fact that Sera is here...with her...and she'd brought their third-born with her, to boot. Carmilla has so many questions...she pleads with Sera, entreats her to just wake up! Her logic fights with her emotions, knowing the other woman must rest, but also mentally demanding answers; this back-and-forth between her Unseelie self and the impatient, predatory nature of the dragon is an imposition on her, even now.

Thankfully, it doesn't take long for Sera to stir. Whether from sensing Carmilla's tender hand against her face, or from the strangeness of her new surroundings, Carmilla can't be sure. But as Sera's eyes open, after at least an hour of Carmilla standing vigil by her bedside, squeezing the other woman's hand, Sera’s light gray eyes finally meet Carmilla’s red and gold.

Sera's lashes blink desperately, as if trying to make sense of what she's seeing. Carmilla grips Sera's hand closer to her chest, hoping the faint smattering of scales on her hand and forearm can't be felt by the other woman in her drowsed state. Sera blinks heavily again, and then shakes her head...then meets Carmilla's gaze, and there are tears in her eyes.

"Carmilla!" Sera cries, almost too out of it to do much more than squeak the name aloud. Then, as if coming back to herself, the Seelie starts to sit up, and look around the room desperately. There's an air of panic and worry to her features. Carmilla thinks she knows why.

"Emily?" Sera asks, still looking around the room desperately for her daughter. She hasn't yet spotted her being held by the dark figure in the corner. "Where's Emily?!"

[theeldritchcorvid]

What if The Magnus Protocols unleashes a whole new generation of alchemists as a result of everyone going researching into alchemy in the hope of retrieving LORE

(imagine if you will the newly formed Tumblr alchemists pooling their knowledge and research and THAT's how we get the philosopher's stone. It would be so fucking funny)

(I am among the alchemy research enthusiasts. If anyone knows of any good Alchemy For Dummies resources I'd love to give them a read.)

[lavendergaaayze]

I've been thinking a lot about The Alchemy lately. One of the many, many things I love about Tay is how many different angles we can view songs from.

I have been toying with the idea that this song is about her preparing for her last beard with the ogre. miss ma'am loves to break records and she can do so with the heteronormative society and a big ol' distraction. there are a lot of meathead references in here too but just like So High School, i don't think it's positive or endearing.

this happens every few lifetimes

with so much death and rebirth in her work, I interpreted this as every bearding situation being a lifetime and now we're starting a new lifetime

these chemicals hit me like white wine

which chemicals? likely, the Forget Him medication from Fortnight MV. this can be the promise of success, this can be entering back into the closet; but essentially there had to have been an BIG incentive or push. and even moreso, it was something Tay really had to swallow but was not her choice--it was prescribed by the ward. and this "Forget Him drug" could bring forth Taylor Swift The Brand. Taylor Swift The Brand comes with a manic high, a hunger for success, a desire to push through whatever she needs to overcome. there's probably lots of spite in there too.

in addition, wine drunk is super different! wine brings a warm carelessness. personally, wine makes me feel like i'm a bad bitch and life isn't that serious.

what if i told you i'm back?

the hospital was a drag

worst sleep that i ever had

they let her out of the hospital, but only when she was medicated. she's "fixed"!

i circled you on the map

a TK reference because so many dummies said he put HER on the map (fucking as if). this is one of her little jabs at him saying, "nah, bro. i put YOU in the spotlight"

(note that these 4 lines feel like a conversation with someone that you're trying to prove something to)

i haven't come around in so long

but i'm coming back so strong

she hasn't had an in-your-face PR relationship for years. so this is her giving herself a little boost. i haven't done this in a while, but i can do this and i can do it even better than before. i feel this especially because it's right before the chorus where she goes:

so when i touch down

call the amateurs and cut 'em from the team

ditch the clowns, get the crown

another jab at her beards and at TK's sad attempts to get others to put him on the map. MH is an amateur, he did not lead Taylor to the success she was looking for. TK had no luck liking baddies instagram pictures to weasel his way into the industry. but who did that? Taylor Alison Swift: The Mastermind. note how she's focused on the crown, not the actual "muse"

Baby, I'm the one to beat

'Cause the sign on your heart

Said it's still reserved for me

i took this as a line to her fans. so many people tune in to the big headlines because we, as a society, have a weakness to be fascinated by/addicted to the drama. especially taylor swift drama! our hearts are still reserved for any juicy tea she might have

honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

this feels like an act of acceptance and a little defeat. don't forget, taylor is still on those chemicals that hit her like white wine. so she succumbs to the fact that the world's biggest pop star and an award-winning NFL player would definitely make for lots of success. this is why she came back, to come out on top. i've seen others comment on the fact that she uses alchemy instead of chemistry. (they have the same end rhyme and the same syllables so alchemy was very intentional.) they're making gold out of robust situations, they're not sharing energy with one another.

hey, you, what if i told you we're cool?

that child's play back in school

is forgiven under my rule

i haven't come around in so long

but i'm making a comeback to where i belong

this next verse reminds me of the structure of the first verse. the first 3 lines feel like a sense of defending actions to someone else while the last two feel like another act of self-perseverance and having to hype herself up.

he jokes that, "it's heroin, but this time with an 'e'"

i really can't see this as anything other than a jab at the meathead. those illiterate tweets of his surfaced and we all found out he really is an idiot.

this line does confuse the hell out of me otherwise. if anyone has any thoughts i would love to hear!

where's the trophy? he just comes runnin' over to me

i know a lot of people find this endearing saying he chose her over the trophy. but i think it's Taylor asking "where's the trophy?" with her eyes on the prize still. and the dummy loses sight of what they are actually after

she's "high" on those Forget Him drugs throughout this whole song because she finishes the song with the same two lines she opened with.

but, yet, here we are again: swiffers thinking she's being cutesy with some dude but in reality this is about her and her success.

this song all feels like work. i don't know if anyone else played the alchemist game where you start with the most basic materials and have to make all kinds of substances, eventually getting to gold. and, man, was it challenging. just like i can imagine it's challenging to make this dirtbag into a "glamorous gentleman."

anyway! this was way more in depth than i thought it was going to be but i hope this leads to more confidence to post more OC! thanks for the read <3

[joofie404]

character lore time!

i've told a dumber version of this story before but that one is

OUTDATED!

this is the one that matters

Clyde and Ni origin stories wahoooooo

ok so the town of Cliffshear. Clyde's parents are kinda rich. They were both well known adventurers and they racked up a lotta cash before settling down. Clyde wants to be just like them! so, his mom (who is NOT Aezo she's been retconned) Marla and his dad Ferris stepped up to teach him combat, swordplay, and how to use his soul techniques. Clyde, unfortunately, is sort of a scaredy-cat however! he'd hide behind his mama from even the training dummies of all things (given they had sharp teeth but even then they were sloppily painted on by the woodworker's daughter). so, Marla and Ferris did what any good parents would do and just dragged the kid out on their own quests to toughen him up. He's still somewhat of a mess to this day, but he can more than hold his own on a journey now.

meanwhile in another town, a young Ni wants to be a swordswoman! she's got a dinky sword her village protector gifted her, and she wants to be a hero when she grows up. one day she sneaks out of her house with her little sister Chi to go try and fight some monsters, but the two end up just getting hurt. Disappointed by her lack of skills, Ni throws her sword into the lake and heads home, grumpy as ever. On their way home, a passing visitor notices Ni sulking. That visitor happened to be Ruka, who noticed quite a bit of magical potential in Ni. Ruka questions Ni on her ambitions and upon hearing her failure at swordfighting, persuades her to give magic a shot. After talking some things out with Ni's single mother Nichi, Ruka takes Ni with her back to Cliffshear as an apprentice. Ni learns crazy fast and over time became well versed in magic at a point above the average mage (the power of autism). Chi was also busy, she picked up alchemy under Ruka's friend Dovin.

Marla and Ruka are actually friends, so now that they were in the same town together, they decided to spend a few nights together doing girl things. so, Clyde and Ni were left with each other. Ni kinda pushed Clyde around at first but as they got older together, they were practically inseparable and planned to pursue their dreams together.

and that's where their story starts, they're best friends and the world of Tevino is wide open for them to travel around, meeting new people and facing many foes.

also ruka hits on nichi a lot and ni might die of cringe