#b: ayla

[martysimone]

N°21 x Wolford | Heather vegan leather jumpsuit + Alida thong bodysuit | ph Robin Galiegue | model Ayla Murray | Alessandro Dell’Acqua x Wolford collab 2023

[redladydeath]

All the possible cover combinations for an all-alt Broadway or Boleyn Tour performance

[pirunika]

Blade

Ayla

My mc if healers in this game would do damage

[dxntloseurhead]

some cover reveals in the six bway rehearsal video 👀 this confirms aubrey boleyn and kristina aragon & seymour

[aylaaescar]

buffsummers -> aylaaescar

Sierra, mid 20s, they/xe/she, big fan of IFs and bioware games. also complaining about bioware games. it’s a gift. OC page here for those interested!

[intomusings]

ೀ ﹒﹒  favorite   names   compilation    !

ur   fav   musings   girly   again   here   with   the   first   of   my   christmas   goodies   .   my   favorite   thing   to   do   is   these   name   compilations   so   i   decided   to   create   another   masterlist   of   my   absolute   favorite   ones   (   some   old   ,   mostly   new   )   anyways   all   i   ask   is   that   if   u   found   this   useful   ,   u   like   or   reblog   to   show   ur   support   .   i   hope   everyone   is   enjoying   the   holiday   season   ♡

- a : abella, ardella, ares, aire, arden, ayla, arie, alder, august, aymes, atlas, alina, alora, aryn.

- b : beau, babette, belle, blake, briar, bronte, banks, boston, bishop.

- c : cassiel, clara, celeste, camden, chandler, collins, clay, cartier, chanel, cosima.

- d : dove, dream, danica, delaney, drue, denver, dacey, delcy, darcy, dahlia.

- e : elodie, emory, emrys, elio, elowynne, emerson, evie, edie, estoria, esme, effy, evans.

- f : flora, faye, fallon, ford, forbes, finnick.

- g : gaia, geles, greer, gensen.

- h : hera, hudson, hampton, heath, harlowe.

- i : isla, inara, ilia.

- j : juniper, josefine, jane, jovie, joey.

- k : kiersten, kairo, kaia, kian, kouvr, keanu.

- l : lysander, lanie, lorena, lawson, lux, ludo, lourdes.

- m : marla, marigold, maren, maeve, marlowe, miller, monet.

- n : neah, north, nola, nell, noel, nariah, niamh, nami.

- o : ozzy, orion.

- p : presley, posy, pearl, porter, pacey, paxon.

- r : reed, ruelle, raya, romey, ryker, rhode, reign, rafe, rohan, raiden, remi, rion, rhiannon, reece, river, raine, rumer, reem, rhys.

- s : selah, soraya, sarifya, savion, sloane, sol, soren, scout, saint, striker, serafina, sabina, sutter.

- t : teal, twila, tristan, tobie, tripp, teague, tate.

- v : vienna, vega, vera, vincenzo.

- w : wren, winter, winona, winnie, wilder, weston.

- x : xaverie, xylah, xiomara, xander.

- y : yves, yara.

- z : zephyr.

[graciegoeskrazy]

mine

matty healy + teen!daughter!reader

cw: mommy issues, lil yelling, crying, cursing, family secrets

an: i’m back. my b. the beginning is mid but the rest is not bad it gets better basically lol. ty to the anon who requested this. hope u enjoy :)))))

“Can I ask you something?” You asked George in the car.

“Anything.” He said.

You turned down the music and faced George over the armrest. “Who is my mother?”

“Anything but that,” he said, turning the music back up.

“George!” You said, stopping his hand. “C’mon. Just a name?”

“I should not be the one telling you who she is.”

“So you do know who she is…”

He looked at you for a second, knowing you caught him. He sighed and replied. “Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Ask your father.”

You sighed. “I’ve done that my whole life! He’s never given me anything. Not even a name.”

“Then what makes you think I would.”

He thought then turned to him. “Because you love me and I’m your favorite?”

“No.” He said too quickly.

He reached a red light and you reached over the armrests closer to him, trying to get him to answer and to annoy him.

“George, I’m turning 16 next week. I'm going to have a big party with all my friends over and have the time of my life, and I’m going to plan it all without my mom there.”

“Not the sob story.” He said, hands over his eyes.

“Yes, the sob story! Next year I’m gonna go to prom, and she's not gonna be there to help pick out my dress. Same for when I get married. She’s not gonna be there. I’m going to go through all of these milestones and she's not gonna be there and I will never know why. I don’t even know if she’s alive! I’ve spent the past nearly 16 years of my life wondering what she's like. Is she alive? Is she dead? Did she die during childbirth? Did she kill herself? Does she live back home? Have I met her? Is it someone that I know? I don’t fucking know because my overprotective father won't tell me shit!”

He looked at you for a minute then back at the road. You could tell you were about to break him.

“If she's alive and she doesn’t want to be a part of all those things, then at least I know that she's a bitch who didn't want to be there, instead of lying awake at night wondering.”

He sighed, and you grew hopeful.

“I don’t know much about her-”

“But you know some things…”

He looked at you, “Yeah.”

“Well?”

He pulled over. “You, my dear sweet girl, were unexpected.”

“I figured.”

“Your father had been dating someone during the end of school. We had met her a couple of times, he brought her around. It was whatever. One night, he showed up at my house, it was late. He was a sobbing mess. He told me she was pregnant and he was the father. No one knew except me and the boys. He eventually told your grandparents but they didn’t even know he had a girlfriend so that was a funny conversation.”

You held onto every word.

“She wanted to get rid of the pregnancy but she was already nearly halfway through the whole term before she found out so it was already too late. She said she wanted nothing to do with the baby so it was up to your dad to make a decision.”

“Was he gonna get rid of me?”

“He was torn. He wanted to keep going and do what he could but he also didn’t know if he could give you what you truly deserved then.”

He sighed.

“Your mother left right after she gave birth.”

Tears started forming in your eyes as you looked at George.

“Oh, bubs-”

“I’m fine- keep going.”

He sighed again. “Meanwhile, your dad took one look at his girl and fell in love. He vowed to give you everything he had and more.”

You gave him a suggesting look. He looked outside the window and the roof of the car. Anywhere but at you.

“Her name is Ayla. That’s all I know about her I swear. She never mentioned a job or a family or anything.”

You did it…

He turned to you with a serious look. “Promise me - you won’t go and look her up or cause any trouble.”

You held out your pinky.

“I promise.”

…

It’s crazy what a teenager can do with a name, the internet, and some time. It only took 15 minutes before you found her. Ayla Anderson. Age 33. Born in Manchester, lives in New York City. You were fully aware that George told you to do the exact opposite of what you were currently doing. You were also fully aware that your dad was playing Madison Square Garden in a couple of weeks and you would be in NYC along with him for 2 weeks. It was too perfect. You kept the info in tabs on your computer, occasionally looking over at it whenever you were bored. When the day came a mixture of adrenaline and anxiety took over you, not sure how to feel. Your breathing became incredibly shaky. The freezing New York City air combined with your uncontrollable anxiety became a recipe for unease once you got off the subway in Brooklyn. The 10-minute walk to the unfamiliar address was filled with emotions and questions. What if I got the person and place wrong? What if she recognizes my face instantly? What if she has kids? What if she pulls a gun on me before I speak? What if she just slams the door in my face? In a way, it made the walk seem to go by faster, but you couldn't tell if it was a good or bad thing.

The entire apartment building was filthy. Nasty floors that were covered with dirt that hadn’t been cleaned in years, walls that were filled head to toe with writings, graffiti, dirt, and even some spots of blood. The lights that were supposed to fill the hallway either had burnt-out bulbs or had broken pieces on the floor. When you arrived at the door and prepared to knock you heard the sound of cries that only could’ve been coming from a young child. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and knocked on the door, hoping that whatever came next would give you some answers.

“Coming.” A man’s voice answered. The door swung open and revealed a man who appeared to be in his forties wearing khakis, some band tee shirt, with a flask in hand.

You stood in shock. You had no idea who this man was. After a moment of not answering and just staring at his face, he spoke. “Can I help you?” He asked harshly.

“Um- yeah. Hi. I’m looking for Ayla Anderson.”

He nodded and walked back inside, slightly closing the door while doing so. “BABE! DOOR!”

As he disappeared from your eyesight, a woman came into view. You knew instantly. It was her.

You and your dad always looked like twins so to speak. You were the epitome of a mini Matty, but there were always some things that never made sense in terms of you inheriting them from your dad. For instance, your face shape and bone structure were completely different, your nose had a slightly different shape, and your skin tone was completely different than Matty’s. Those 3 things imparticular were staring right back at you when she opened the door.

She looked at you and spoke, obviously not recognizing who you were.

“Hi. Can I help you?”

You swallowed. “Um. Yes- are you Ayla Anderson?”

She tilted her head. “Depends.”

You smiled. Hopeful. Then spoke. “My name is y/n Healy.”

Her eyes widened when she realized your last name. You noticed the change on her face then hesitantly continued.

“Are you-“

“Please go away.” She said cutting you off.

“Are you my mom?” You said it quite loudly but you didn’t think anything of it until she shushed you and spoke in a hushed tone.

“My husband doesn’t know-“ She said, closing the door a little more as she stepped outside, hoping the man in the other room wouldn’t hear anything.

“Are you?” You asked again. Your eyes were glued to her.

“Listen, kid, you need to leave.” She went to reach for the door but you helped it open with a firm grasp.

“Are you my mother?” Your eyes and voice were full of tension.

She sighed, “Biologically…yes.” You softened just a bit. It was her. No more daydreams or fantasies of what she is or could be. It was her.

“But, in every other way shape, or form, I am nothing to you.” Her tone grew serious as she caught you off guard.

Before you could even think of how to respond, a cry coming from inside the apartment cut you off. She sighed and turned back to you. “That’s my kid, listen I-“

“You have a kid?” You asked, cutting her off.

She gave a very sad smile. She felt a wave of sadness when she realized she was handing you life-changing news. “I have 2. Yeah.” She gave a weak smile. “2 Boys.”

You slowly nodded while trying to peek inside the door. “So they’re-“

“And they don’t know you exist.” She said, cutting you off. She got serious again. “And as far as I’m concerned, they never will.”

She crossed her arms and whispered. “I’ve done so good at reshaping my past, the last thing I need is some kid coming and fucking it up.”

You stood in disbelief. How could she be this cruel?

“Why are you even here anyway? Money? You think I got money?”

“I’m not here for money.” Your voice was hoarse with tears.

“Then why are you here?”

You shrugged while continuing to cry. “To see you.” You whipped the tears and straightened up. “I wanted to see you.”

She sighed. “Yeah, well, that makes one of us.”

You were heartbroken.

She looked back into the apartment and then back to you, sighing. “Listen, kid, uh…what was your name?”

She doesn’t even know my name.

“Y/n.” You said, sadly.

“Y/n! Right. Listen, y/n. I’m sorry you came all this way for nothing. I’m sorry I can’t be the mother of your dreams or whatever the fuck you had planned in the little head of yours. Whatever you want, I can’t be that for you. Frankly, I don’t want to be.” She shook her head and sighed. “I’m being honest when I say I wish you the best of luck in life. But I truly don’t want any part in that.”

You swallowed and nodded, not having the courage to look up at her.

“Get home safely.” She said, slamming the door.

…

In the thousands of ways you pictured your mom since you were little, it sure wasn’t like this. The ride back to your and your dad’s Airbnb was faster than the ride over there. Time seems to always go faster when you are in your head. Some gave you looks as you sat quietly on the subway back, either of concern or confusion. It was New York City after all so seeing a young woman like you in your state is nothing new for some of these people. You got to your place sooner than expected and quickly wiped your tears before stepping inside. You were hopping to walk in quietly so no one would notice you but that goal was shot down when Mayhem loudly greeted you at the door. Like always, your father and George were sat at the kitchen table doing work. They said hi, not noticing your fragile state at first,

“Hey, bubs!” George said.

You mumbled a weak “Hey.” after getting up from petting the pup.

Your father took notice of your tone, as well as the dried tear stains of your cheeks. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, fine. I’m gonna go take a nap.” You said, as nonchalantly as possible. It didn't fool your dad and uncle though.

“What’s up with her?” George asked.

“I don’t know?” he furrowed his brows before adding, “I’ll go talk to her.”

…

As soon as you got upstairs you put your backpack down and jumped on your bed, letting out a plethora of tears you didn't know were there. You couldn't get her words out of your head, they just kept repeating in your mind. So much so that you never hear the footsteps your dad made while walking up the stairs and to your room. His knocking on the door took you out of your trance.

“Darling?” he asked.

“One sec.” You grabbed a tissue and wiped your tears quickly before going to the door and unlocking it.

He smiled at you, not saying a word.

You let out a small confused smirk. “What’s up?”

He sighed and leaned against the door frame. “How was your adventure?”

“Fine.” You replied. You held the door slightly closed, not wanting to let him in, Also giving short answers in the hope of this conversation ending quickly. You couldn't hold your emotions sin for that long.

“Fine?” He asked.

You swallowed “Yeah. Fine.”

He hummed before asking, “Where’d you go?”

“Brooklyn.” You said.

“Hm. What’s there?”

“Boring stuff. I just walked around, you know?”

He knew you were full of shit, but this felt different. He could push you the same way he was used to. This felt different. You felt…fragile. “Hm. You okay?”

“Yeah. Peachy,” you said, with a small, obviously fake, smile.

He straightened up and asked again. “You sure?”

You swallowed and slammed the door.

Matty’s suspensions were correct. “Darling, open the door.”

You were already sobbing. You locked the door and slid down it, sitting on the other side. “I can’t.”

His voice got sweet, laced with concern. “Why, love? What happened?”

At this point, George started heading up the stairs. They just heard your weeping and grew even more worried. “Please tell me, love.”

No answer.

“Darling, whatever it is, we'll figure it out. I won’t be mad I promise.”

Still, no answer.

“Are you safe? Are you hurt?”

Matty was now fearing every terrible scenario. “Y/n, please just-“

“I found her.”

He took a breath and thought before speaking, already connecting some dots.

He sighed, “Found who?” He asked, pretty confident he already knew the answer.

“Ayla.” You said, through tears,

“Y/n Healy-“

“I’m sorry! George told me her name-”

“George Daniel!”

George started to turn away but Matty grabbed him by the collar.

You spoke before he had a chance to get mad at your uncle. “She’s 33. Moved to the U.S. right after she gave birth. She lives on 1924 Larklin Street Apartment 4C in Brooklyn, New York where she lives with her two sons and husband.”

He sighed. “Oh my god-“

“George only told me her name. Don't get mad at him. I’m the one who did the research.”

He glared at George as he dropped his grip. “Did you visit her?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You hesitantly said.

“And what happened?”

The tears you thought were starting to disappear came back again at the thought of her words. “She told me to leave. Told me she doesn’t want any part in my life.”

“Fuck.” He knocked his head on the door, sighing.”

Your tears were now at a full 10 and you were slightly struggling to catch your breath. “Why was I not good enough, Dad?”

“Baby-”

“Why does she hate me?”

He sighed.

“What did I do?”

“You did nothing wrong, y/n-”

“Then why don't I have a mom?”

Matty thought then continued. “Because you don’t need her. The universe or whoever is up there knew that I and your entire family were more than capable of raising the best girl known to mankind. They knew that you were exactly what I needed, so they sent you my way with the help of some bitch named Ayla.”

“You don’t believe that do you?”

“The point is, you were sent my way for a reason, and that reason never involved Ayla.”

“You were meant for me. No one else.”

“You thought about those words for a bit and eventually your cries turned into sniffles.

“Can you open the door now?” He asked hesitantly.

You moved next to the door reached up and turned the handle, opening and unlocking it.

His heart winced when he saw you in your crying state. “Oh, my baby.”

He reached his arms out and you fell into his embrace immediately. Your head falls onto his chest. “It’s gonna be okay. I promise you.”

He pressed a kiss on your forehead.

You sat up after catching your breath. “Thank you for being mom and dad.”

He smiled and took you into another tight hug.

George appeared from around the corner and your dad playfully frowned at him.

“Never trusting your ass with family secrets again.”

You and George smiled. “Sorry mate.”

[shepherds-of-haven]

Okay I saw this asked on another blog and it was hilarious so I have to ask here : what do you think inner circle’s Beige Flags are? ( weird/quirky or questionable things they do that give you pause but overall have no real effect on the relationship)

Also hope you are feeling better!! 🩵🩵

Ooh, this is a fun one haha! (And I'm feeling a bit better, thank you! I still haven't fully recovered, but getting there slowly but surely! 🥲) Anyway, let me think...

Blade: rather than accompany you into shops (especially small ones), he assumes you want to be left alone to do your shopping in peace (and also typically finds shopping boring) and will instead just stand outside the door, looming like a really intimidating security guard or bouncer. (He is assessing street security, guarding the only door, and positioning himself within shouting distance in case there's some kind of threat.) This often inadvertently drives away business, so sometimes he'll just wait at the end of the street instead, staring out at the crowd like a member of your own personal secret service

Trouble: sometimes he eats too fast, or more accurately talks too fast while eating, leading to frequent inhalation down the wrong pipe and people having to thump him on the back while he coughs. Sometimes he will power through the coughing by sheer force of will and will just... forcefully swallow through it. He refuses to slow down. Life's too short to try to avoid death by choking

Tallys: doesn't make a ton of affirming noises to let you know that she's listening. A lot of people go "uh-huh" or "wow" or "right" or whatever when you're in the midst of telling a long-winded story. She just stares at you patiently in silence until she's sure you're fully done. This is polite in Elven culture, and she is completely listening, but it can unnerve people who feel pressured by silence lol

Shery: she still has to look at her hands to tell left from right. Like sometimes she has to make her left hand form the L to remember 😅 She also finds it difficult to do math in her head and either has to sketch it out in the air or write it down!

Riel: always leaves a bite or two of food left on his plate; rarely completely cleans his plate. Same with drinks! So many teacups that always have a few sips left at the bottom. Why didn't you just drain it, man? It's like he does it on purpose!

Chase: always takes the most meandering, inefficient way to get to a place. like if the walk from A to B is a straight line down one avenue, he always seems to take the most roundabout, random path. Here, I'll draw you a map:

Red: he is very bad at matching the pace of his walking with others; with those long legs, he walks at a naturally and totally subconscious fast pace! He's mindful about it when on a date or actively courting someone, but when he's focused on something else, excited, traveling, or out and about with friends, he has to frequently be asked to shorten the length of his strides so others can keep up lol

Ayla: I've mentioned this one for her before, but she's very bad about sharing her food. She hates when you snatch a fry off her plate without asking, and even if you do ask, she can be fairly begrudging about it if she perceives food is plentiful (like "why can't you get your own, the line is right there?") In work circumstances, like sharing group rations, she's totally fine, but in restaurants or in the refectory, she's annoyed by it, like "I loaded this plate for myself and planned on eating all of it... myself 😒 If you wanted to share something, you should have said so earlier!"

Briony: she's constantly whipping people in the face with her ponytail. She tends to turn her head really fast or spin around in conversation and whoever's standing near her ends up with a mouthful of hair. She hasn't learned to not smack people in the eye with her hair yet despite several remonstrations

Lavinet: frankly shocked, upset, and scandalized whenever there isn't a little something sweet at the end of a meal. it doesn't have to be a full-on dessert--even a single chocolate served on a plate would do, and is often preferred! but when there's nothing?? nary a profiterole or cream puff or a little sweet treat for the lady in sight?? something is off!! her palette isn't satisfied!!

Halek: he always wakes up in the morning so loudly. unfold from the bed -> crack his back, neck, shoulders with the most ungodly series of pops -> loud groan. It sounds like an old accordion getting stretched out

[flowersandbigteeth]

Meeting your Changeling BF: pt 7

More fussy changeling, Clark ^_^ and secrets 🤫

General Plot: You and Clark embark on a mission

Word Count: 3.5k

Changeling (Clark) x f flower nymph reader

Previous parts and more nsfw monsters here

TW: Yandere behavior, Mention of Murder, light mind control, nsfw smut, bossy dommy Clark, degradation kink, oral sex, p in v sex

You woke to an empty bed. The space beside you was cold. 

“Clark?” you called, but the house was silent. 

Glancing at the clock on the wall, you drew your brow. It was midmorning. Clark must have let you sleep in so you wouldn’t return to your lessons. He is rather naughty, hm? you thought, pushing yourself out of bed. 

There was a knock on the door and you had to scramble down the stairs to open it. Ayla was on the other side looking amused and holding a stack of books under her arm. 

“Ah, so he didn’t tie you to the bed as Hassan bet,” she said. “He’s out ten gold coins.” 

She pushed past you into the living room, looking around. 

“How nice,” she said. “He really fixed this place up, it used to be a dump.”

“I can’t believe he did that,” you huffed, annoyed. “Give me a moment, I’ve just woken up.” 

“Take your time,” she said, waving at you as she plopped down on one of the couches. Embarrassed you brushed your teeth and got changed as quickly as you could, before bounding back downstairs. 

Ayla put her arms behind her head and smiled at you. 

“Shall we work in the garden today? It’s nice outside,” she said, standing and stretching her wings lazily. 

“Isn’t always the same weather in Leotolas?” you asked and she chuckled, holding the door open for you. 

Though the garden beds were all empty there was a nice iron table with some chairs and a small pergola for shade. She passed you a book and you opened it to the page from the day before. You started to practice with each letter. Some were sticking. There were a few that were easy to recognize, but others that looked so foreign they were hard to wrap your mind around. About two hours  in, you realize Ayla was watching you, a faint smile on her lips. 

“Is everything okay?” you asked and she nodded. 

“You’re very pretty,” she commented. “I understand Clark’s obsession with you.” 

Your cheeks burned at the compliment. 

“Um…thank you,” you muttered, fingering one of the pages of the book nervously. 

“Sometimes it bothers me that I look just like the other (Y/N),” you admitted. “I worry he sees her and not me.” Ayla looked thoughtful. 

“My understanding is Clark’s relationship with the old (Y/N) was…complicated,” she said. “I’m sure yours is very different.” 

“Maybe,” you shrugged.

“Would you like to take a break and work on flowering your garden?” she asked. “I have some suggestions on what you should grow. There are plants that would be useful to you as a nymph.” 

She pulled a book from under the others. It was thin and looked more like a diary than the heavy, leather bound tombs. 

“I obtained this from a nymph long ago, before I became a senior mage,” she said, passing it to you. “It’s her garden plan…well loosely…nymphs don’t exactly have organized plots or anything. I thought you could make some use of it.” 

You accepted the book, flipping through the pages. You couldn’t read all of the words, but there were lots of pictures. Different plants organized next to others for reasons you couldn’t yet decipher. There were many detailed drawings of stems, leaves, and flowers. Much like how you’d felt in the mage’s garden the day before, you had a vague idea of each plant’s use as you looked at them and glancing around at the bare garden, you somehow instinctively knew what neede shade or more sun. 

Holding the book open, you wandered the space, while Ayla watched, deciding where everything should go. 

“I don’t have any seeds,” you murmured over your shoulder, but Ayla only snorted. 

“You are the seed,” she laughed. “Go ahead and try one.” 

You flipped to a few pages with trees, deciding as the anchors of the garden, they should be planted first. You chose a miniature one that resembled a lilac in the color and shape of its blooms. Placing your hand on the ground, you closed your eyes. 

Hello again, the whisperer murmured, more coy this time, I thought you didn’t want to grow? 

Her tinkling voice giggled in her head. 

I don’t want to make the world wild, you corrected and you heard her huff in your head. 

I wont help you, traitor, she snapped. 

Really? You questioned. You don’t want to grow? Not even a little tree? 

You felt the whisperer shift in your head, it was as almost as if her essence were circling you, trying to get the measure of you. She zapped you between the eyes with a sharp pain, but this time you were used to it. 

One tree might become more, you said, trying to entice her. 

You gasped as she forced a flood of energy at you in a rush, but you tried to act like a funnel as Ayla had said, pushing back…only letting a little leak out. It hurt. It was really very painful trying to hold her back, but before your eyes the tree sprouted. Branches split and leaves unfurled. 

That’s enough, you barked at her, but she pushed and pushed. 

You let out a moan, trying to hold her back, but no matter how she hurt you…you realized you were in control. It was painful, yes, but she couldn’t outwill you if you didn’t let her. 

Spoiled, traitorous nymph, she spat, retreating in a huff. 

You were left with a bubbling well of magic that she hadn’t bothered taking with her and quickly slid your fingers through the dirt to channel it into a few other small bushes and patches of herbs. 

“Very good,” Ayla said, appearing beside you. 

You plopped on the ground a bit of sweat on your brow. 

“It’s not easy,” you said, catching your breath. 

“No magic is easy,” she said, producing a ball of black fire and rolling it over her knuckles. “In time it becomes instinctual, but we all pay a price for power.” 

“Can I learn mage magic?” you asked and she nodded. 

“Yes, but I think you ought to get comfortable with your own magic first,” she said. “Giving the whisperer access to the powers of mages is…dubious.” 

You nodded, as that made sense. You felt comfortable that you could hold her back, but if you were some reason distracted or your emotions high…you could easily lose control. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Clark shouted, appearing in the doorway, glaring at the two of you. 

Ayla smirked. 

“Giving your wife her lessons,” she laughed innocently. “What are you doing here?”

He marched across the patio, putting his body between you and her. 

“I came home to have lunch with my wife,” he snapped, then turned to you. “How could you betray me like this?” 

Your eyebrows popped up. 

“Betray you?” you hissed. “You let me sleep in so that Ayla had to come find me in my pajamas! You did this!” 

He huffed, crossing his arms. 

“You needed to rest,” he pouted, his eyes falling on the tree you’d grown. “Is she making you do magic again? You know what happened last time! You’ll hurt yourself!” 

You waved his concern away, standing. 

“I’m just fine,” you said. “The more I practice the less it hurts.” 

“I don’t approve,” he snarled, stomping his foot. “As your husband I’m putting a stop to this right now.” 

Ayla laughed out loud. 

“You may very well need her magic on your mission,” she pointed out. 

“What mission?” he barked back. 

She looked down at him, towering over his six and a half feet by four inches or so. 

“The one you’re being sent on,” she said. “I’m tired of your stomping and crying. It’s not befitting a sergeant mage. Take your wife and go burn off some energy in Darkbell. There’s a wraith haunting the town that may need to be excorcised. Gather information and report back. If we determine an excorcistion is necessary you’ll complete it.” 

His mouth fell open and he looked horrified. 

“But Darkbell is dangerous enough without a wraith!” he gasped. “I’m not taking (Y/N) there!” 

She smiled, showing her own sharp teeth. 

“Ah, so you’ll leave her here with me? Wonderful,” she said. “I’ll make sure she gets fed and tucked in at night.” 

Her eyes twinkled at him. 

“I’ll do every little thing you do to her,” she said, bending down to look him in the eyes. “So you won’t have to worry about her being properly cared for.” 

Clark waved his arms. 

“Absolutely not,” he said, turning to you. “We’ll get our things packed and leave in the morning. You must follow my instructions to the letter!” 

Ayla stretched her wings again. 

“I’m going to head back to the Chamber,” she said, thumbing the books sitting on the table. “Be sure to take your books so you can practice on the journey.” 

You nodded, a little excited to be sent on a mission. Seeing more of this world was something you looked forward to. 

The minute the door shut behind her, Clark turned on you. 

“What were you doing with her?” he asked, his eyes full of accusation. 

“Learning my letters and blooming flowers, that’s all,” you said. “I thought you wanted me to fill the garden.” 

He crossed his arms, tapping his foot. 

“Not with her,” he pouted. 

You gave him an indulgent frown and stuck your bottom lip out.

“It’s a pity you’re cross with me,” you sighed. “After all that hard work in the heat I was hoping you’d help me bathe…but I suppose you don’t even want me in your sight since I’m such a terrible wife. My head hurts a little bit, but I guess I’ll just have to take care of it all by myself. It’s what I deserve after all. I can’t even heat water…I’ll have to be naked in a cold bath…Maybe I’ll catch a cold with all of the icy water dripping off of me. It serves me right.” 

You started towards the french doors and suddenly were held aloft as he swept you up in his arms.  

“Of course you need me to bath you,” he growled. “You’re absolutely helpless without me and you smell of that shameless harpy! You know her kind are infested with lice, don't you? Don't let her hug you or you'll be crawling with vermin!"

You leaned your head into his chest as he stomped up to the second floor. You tried not to appear too smug as he filled the bath and undressed you and then himself. He picked you up again, climbing in and setting you between his long legs. 

You felt him mouth the scar that had formed where he'd bitten you, reminding himself you were his. You wore his mark. 

Minding the delicate flowers that wound through your hair, he carefully scrubbed your scalp, dousing you with warm water to rinse the soap away, then meticulously cleaned every inch of your body, muttering to himself about lice and harpy down. When he was mostly done, you leaned back into his chest, sighing as you skipped your fingers across the water he kept nice and warm with his magic. His large hands circled the expanse of skin just under your breasts. 

“Mmm, your body is perfect,” he hummed, slipping down your stomach. “You’re so soft. No wonder she wants you.” 

You clucked. 

“Ayla doesn’t want me,” you said, softly. “She wants you to be happy...and I think she enjoys getting a rise out of you.” 

He let out a grumbly growl, squeezing your hips and pulling you into the hardening shaft poking your back. 

“In any case you’re mine,” he hissed, slipping two fingers between your lower folds. 

You let out a gasp in surprise. A hand cupped your breast, pinching and tugging your nipple. 

“I’ll fuck you on the garden table if I catch her hovering over you again,” he said, licking your neck, while he circled your clit and rolled your nipple between his fingers. “So she knows who you belong to.” 

“Oh,” you whimpered. 

His fingers left your nipple, sliding into your hair to jerk your head back against his chest. 

“Is that what you want?” he asked, his tone carrying a touch of cruelty. “Do you want her to see your drooling, crying face while I stuff you full of my cock? Hear you begging me? You turn into a pathetic little cum slut when I’m filling you up.” 

“Mmm,” you mewled, his grasp loosening on your hair and slipping down your back. 

Two fingers dove between your cheeks and you heard his give you a half hysterical chuckle as he circled your back hole before pressing inside. 

“Ahhh,” you groaned, his other fingers still toying with your little pearl of nerves. 

“I’ll fuck you here so she knows what an insolent whore you are,” he murmured as he thrust his fingers in and out. 

His teeth scraped your bite mark as he played with your body, listening to your gasps and mewls in the quiet room. 

“Every one of your holes…every inch of your body belongs to me,” he hummed into your skin. “If you keep behaving badly I’ll be forced to strip you and punish you until you learn. I’m not above disciplining you with an audience if that’s what it takes.” 

He pushed you forward so that you were braced against the opposite lip of the tub, your ass exposed to him. You felt his eyes on you, as he examined the arch of your spine and the round curve of your bottom. Fingers slipped out of you and you yelped as a hand came down on your ass. 

“Apologize to me for being an impudent whore,” he demanded. 

“But I didn’t…” you gasped and another slap made your skin burn. 

“Don’t speak unless it’s to admit your sins,” he barked. “You were showing off to Ayla! The only one you need to impress is me!” 

He popped your bottom again, this time rubbing the burn away with his big hand. You felt him spread your cheeks and heard him spit on your puckered hole before he stuffed his fingers back in. 

“Aggn!” you choked, in a delirious place between pleasure and pain as he thrust in and out of you. 

“If you want to act like a whore, I’ll treat you like a filthy whore,” he said, his voice amused. “Maybe I should send you to her office with your face covered in cum.” 

“No, no!” you pleaded. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry Clark! I didn’t mean it.” 

You heard him laugh. 

“Good girl,” he hummed, lowering his body over you to nibble your earlobe. “I’m very forgiving…of you and you alone.” 

A hand cradled your breast, teasing your nipple, while you felt his sharp teeth just barely pricking your neck. His mouth in his true form was so wide he could have killed you with one bite. The awareness of that fact made your breath skip. He dragged his long tongue down your spine until it was lapping at your pussy and back hole, soothing it from his rough treatment. His fingers dissappeared and you felt the smooth head of his cock replace his tongue on your cunt. He pinched and rolled your clit between the pads of his fingers. You moaned and begged, your mind a haze. 

“Mmm, that’s it my needy little plaything,” he jeered. “Beg me. Beg me for what you know only I can give you.” 

“Please Clark!” you pleaded. “Please. Please!” 

He slammed his cock into you, jerking your body forward. His claws pressed into one hip as he held you where he wanted you to drive himself into you over and over. You drooled and sobbed as he hit the most sensitive spot inside of you like a jackhammer. 

You heard his bestial grunts behind you. 

“You were made just for me,” he gritted out. “Your tight cunt is perfect. You’re my sweet little wife.” 

Your channel spasmed around his cock, milking him as he thrust you over the edge muttering praises. Howling his name you came all over his cock. 

“Fuck,” Clark barked in suprise at your sudden tightness, a clawed hand wrapping around your hair and snapping you to his chest while he let himself explode inside of you. 

His head drooped over your shoulder and you felt his hot breath brush your skin. The heavy weight of his hands moved affectionately over your body, gently cupping your breasts, then your stomach, then your hips. 

“I hate pulling out of you,” he whined, dissapointed he couldn’t keep you plastered to him forever. “I want to be inside your warm little cunt always.” 

All you could was whimper and pant for a moment while Clark reluctantly detached from you. He gently cleaned you up a bit before setting you on your feet on the fluffy rug beside the tub. Wrapping a towel around you and then his waist he gave you a warm look, brushing your damp hair behind your ear. 

“Sit down,” he hummed pointing to a little stool and you followed his directions, happy to be off your tired legs. 

He took his time carefully detangling and styling your hair. When he was pleased you looked like he wanted he carried you downstairs to make you dinner. 

—

The next morning the two of you rose before dawn to set out towards Darkbell. The road to that part of Ilirion was rough and mountainous, so you couldn't take a carriage and expect to get there with any haste. Since you also had no idea how to ride a horse, Clark was happy to tuck you in front of him for the journey. 

He'd dressed you in your warm coat and gloves but your nose still stung from the cold. 

"What's Darkbell like?" you asked as the two of you loped along the rocky path. 

"It's a night elf city," he explained. "Built into a mountain. It's actually a bit pretty, lots of crystals cut from the mountain and glowing fungus." 

"Oh," you said, trying to imagine it. 

"If only the residents were warm," he sighed. "They don't particularly like outsiders, we'll only be tolerated because they need our help. And if the Mage’s Chamber refuses to help them…we’ll have a very cold farewell.” 

You gasped. 

“Is it dangerous?” you asked and he laughed. 

“Everywhere in this realm short of Leotolas is dangerous,” he said cheerfully. “It’s only a matter of flavor. But don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.” 

As you entered the mountains, snow clouds darkened the sky making the path murky and full of shadows. 

“I think someone is coming,” you said, squinting into the dim light. 

Ahead of you there was a bluish glow. 

“Some traveler, I’m sure,” he said, more interested in squeezing whatever of your flesh he could get his hands on. 

The light came closer and closer until it was clear it was a lamp hanging on a rod, weilded by a hunched man. He looked like he was barely making it on the steep terrain. His drooping shoulders were draped in a heavy, but tattered fur. 

“Travelers!” he called at you, “Can I beg your help?” 

“Just ignore him,” Clark huffed. “Some vagrant probably kicked out of Darkbell.” 

You pouted, digging in your jacket for the small coin purse Clark had given you before you left. 

“Don’t be like that Clark,” you huffed. “He looks like an old man and it’s freezing out here!” 

“What’s wrong?” you called to the man, “We only have one horse, but we’ll help if we can!” 

The man lifted his head to reveal a wrinkled face, the skin like dark leather. 

“Kind of you miss,” he said. “I only need a few coins for a night at an inn when I reach the base of the mountains. I can tell your fortune for a trade.” 

You shook your head. 

“You don’t need to bother yourself,” you assured him, digging out a handful of money. “A few coins isn’t much to ask.” 

Before Clark could stop you, you were climbing down from the horse to offer him the money. 

“(Y/N)!” Clark barked. “He could be dangerous!” 

“You’re not dangerous, are you?” you asked the man offering him the gold. 

When your hands touched you were surprised they were very warm. 

“Such a kind creature,” he said, smiling revealing rotted teeth as he accepted your gift. 

Close up his eyes glowed a bright green. You found yourself a little entranced by them. He pulled you closer till your faces almost touched. 

“Since you are so kind, I will share a secret,” he narrowed his eyes on Clark before he whispered in your ear. “One cannot perform a soul swap on themselves.” 

You jerked back, confused how he would know that that bit of information would be relevant to you. 

“I’d keep that to yourself,” he chuckled and let you go, continuing down the mountain. 

You stood numb in the snow, staring for a moment. Could that be true? He was just a random man, but why would he say such a thing? 

“Are you okay?” Clark asked, appearing beside you. “He didn’t say something rude, did he?”

You blinked at him before pulling yourself out of your daze. 

“Nothing…” you murmured. “Just…just nonsense. We should keep going.” 

He helped you back on the horse, kissing your cheek. 

“You shouldn’t engage strangers like that,” he huffed. “Your kindness could get you hurt.” 

“I’ll..I’ll remember that,” you said. 

The rest of the trip your mind churned. If the other (Y/N) didn’t do the soul swap…who did? And another question crossed your mind. You’d asked the other (Y/N) about it directly and she’d avoided the question. Why was she covering for whoever did it? She should be furious, right? Calling them out? You wish you knew how to contact her again to get some answers, but you were at a loss.

[martysimone]

N°21 x Wolford | Pattie lace jumpsuit + Louise dress | video still Sergei Antonov + ph Robin Galiegue | model Ayla Murray | Alessandro Dell’Acqua x Wolford collab 2023

[slytherinwhydontyou]

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

•Theodore Cantankerus Nott (b. October 22, 1979; Scorpio)

Eligor Nott & Ayla Nott (née Pike)

Pureblood

Slytherin 🐍 (1991-1998)

Keeper (Formerly)

Proprietor/Inventor

INFP (The Mediator) - Passionate, Creative, Empathetic, Self Isolating/Antisocial at times

[pirunika]

i need Blade s route to go from 1 to 100 real quick like he just has that vibe

basically This

[jorvikzelda]

come watch me get the rune runner tomorrow (and also get to level 21)

server: night sprinkles NA location: druid paddock (obviously) time: 20:30 CET/1:30PM CST (server time/Chicago time).

if you wanna watch me do my last ever soul riding session (on this account at least. god help me) and also watch my ayla get leveled up all the way from 2 to 15 in one swoop, show up half an hour before B)

oh also um . i am exactly 1200 points away from getting the rune runner which just so happens to be the amount of points you get in a day if you fail nothing. so it will be exciting interesting and terrifying

[kaumaxine]

1) Miguel: What is your problem? I said "cover my back" not "attack head on"

Ayla: The "problem" is solved, why are you so angry?

2) Miguel: That must be why you ALMOST KILLED US.

Ayla: Cabrón, you are so difficult. You are going to survive-

Peter B.: A little help, guys!

3) Ayla: NOT LIKE THIS!

~~ In some universe they are best friends. But apparently this is not one of them.

[heartofsix]

Six Broadway Updates!

Sierra covers A/C/H

Wesley covers B/S/H/P

Ayla, Aubrey, and Kristina are leaving March 4th

Source: Sierra's Actors Access & Kristina's Instagram live (12/22/23)

[leeahqueen]

The echoes wave (2\2)

Ayla: This way! Commandant!

At the other end of the coastal promenade of the Esplanade in Constareye, Ayla, Sophia and Teddy waved to me.

Skk: Is it really something to be excited about?

While I was still climbing the stairs, Ayla and the others had already reached the observation deck at the end of the corridor.

After parting with Lucia and Liv on the beach, I met Ayla and Sophia in the city of Constareye, as well as Teddy from the engineering force that Ayla had just called.

Probably because Constareye is now co-managed by the Art Association, Ayla's original vitality appears to be even more abundant in this city.

But this was only a brief glimpse into a passionate time.

Ayla: Of course! After all, this is a rare opportunity to see the sea--

After saying that, Ayla made a rather exaggerated gesture and pulled herself to the viewing platform at the end of the corridor.

Beyond the observation deck on this corridor is the beach that where I left Liv and Lucia.

Nowadays, this beach has been decorated with so many colorful decorations, and among the silhouettes of people, there is actually a bit of urban prosperity.

In the middle of the beach, directly in front of the water corridor leading to the stage in the sea, Liv and Lucia ware waving to them, and there were many structures standing beside them.

Skk: What on earth is this...

Ayla showed a sly smile.

Ayla: Commandant doesn't want to miss it either, right?

Skk: That's true.

Teddy: Really... you unbelievably passionate about this.

Sophia: Do you mean Miss Ayla?

Teddy: Yes... you don't feel tired at all? Then it seems that you are very suitable to come to the engineering force to suffer...

Ayla: Did you hear that?

Sophia: Miss Ayla's event planning skills are indeed outstanding, and she can also meet business needs at the same time.

Teddy: Hah alright, let's go...

Ayla: That's right, Liv and the others should have just finished decorating.

Skk: So Ayla planned all these things?

Ayla: Yes... and no.

Ayla: I'm just the person in charge! This sentiment is shared by everyone.

Sophia: Of course, this intention must also include wanting to design a frame...

Ayla: Okay, okay! Let's go, Commandant!

Ayla: Oh, right!

Ayla suddenly said to me slightly seriously.

Ayla: Don't forget that frame design draft.

Skk: You mean...

Teddy: Hah... Okay! Let's go...

Just like that, I was pushed by Ayla from behind, and led by Sophia and Teddy, I returned to the beach where I started.

Nowadays, the beach has been decorated with various colorful latte art, and there is also a "commercial street" with many small items and souvenirs.

Sure enough, in addition to Liv and Lucia, Strike Hawk, Dark Aries and other members of the team also came to Constareye.

Chrome: Evening, Commandant.

Kamui: Good Evening!

As he said this, Kamui suddenly appeared from the side of the beach stage like a surprise, holding a lot of victory fruits that were obviously obtained from the claw machine.

Skk: What's the result?

Kamui: I've been wanting for a long time, so I had to grab this one.

Kamui: Just now, some mechanical body told me that this result has broken the highest record in history, and this should be given to the Commandant!

Chrome: Ahem... We've only just arrived.

Chrome: I caught up with the last two space shuttles, and I remembered there was also the Egret team...

Skk: It is indeed a very rare rest period--

Pulao: Commandant!

Skk: Is Pulao here too?

Pulao: Of course! I have agreed to open a commercial street with Sophia and Changyu!

Skk: Right here?

Sophia: No, no! This is just a trial run! At best it can only be regarded as a branch of a commercial street!

Sophia: How can you make money on such a small scale?

Boom---

---A dull explosion suddenly sounded above the head---

???: Hey, 21, aren't you a little early?

???: There's something wrong with Noctis's gunpowder ratio...

???: Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

???: Has Noctis lost his brain? Shouldn't fireworks be set off at night?

It's a bit noisy, but that's okay.

At least on this season, you can still see smiles and satisfaction on everyone's face.

Liv: Commandant, you are back.

Lucia: Commandant...

Skk: Thank you for your hard work. Liv. Lucia.

Liv: We... just want to try our best to make this time as relaxing and enjoyable as possible.

Lucia: The bright seaside, the warm evening breeze... this is what the seaside should be like.

Lucia: It would be great if I could leave such a relaxing memory in the Commandant's memory.

Skk: I feel it already, Lucia.

Skk: What's next?

Liv: Of course, it is up to Commandant to decide.

Skk: Eh?

Liv: On days when there are no tasks or work, I hope that the Commandant can completely relax and enjoy this relaxation.

Liv: This is our wish.

Liv: And no matter where you are, Commandant, we will be here waiting for you.

The sun is still so warm, shining on this city like a treasure that seems to have been forgotten by disaster and time, on the beach, on Liv, Lucia, myself, and those familiar friends.

When the time comes that truly belongs to me, I don't know how to use it.

So where to go...

[Maybe I can go to that beach suitable for diving and look for it.]

[It's not a bad idea to just stay and relax like this.]

[The art park that Ayla led the way through just now?]

Just follow my own footsteps, there's still plenty of time to rest.

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