#delusional sisters for life

[localravenclaw]

While waiting for my commissions to push through, I'ma content myself with these modern AU edits of my ship by my sisters @esolean and @valyrra ♡♡♡

[ssaltlicker]

Me knowing damn well why people demonize vi for one mistake while excusing everything jinx has done

[localravenclaw]

Day 20

Random Fact Friday

Ren has two best friends she remains very close with even after leaving Hogwarts.

She first made friends with Vanessa Nott, a reserved and somber Slytherin girl with haunting green eyes, during third year Divination. The two of them were sat together by chance and immediately clicked during Tasseography lessons as they tried to outdo each other by coming up with the most ridiculous tea leaf interpretations like some sort of comical Rorschach perception.

Lydia Parkinson, on the other hand, is a fellow Ravenclaw student she actually doesn't befriend until fifth year when the two of them shared a desk and a crush on their new DADA professor. :)

(Canonically, Lyd is the only person Ren is truly afraid of for reasons unknown.)

Lyd and Ness have actually already been good friends since first year after the two of them shared a boat during the ceremonial crossing of the Black Lake. Ness was visibly nervous, having been separated from her older brother William, and the usually introverted Lyd, decided to come out of her shell to comfort her.

The three of them form a close-knit trio in their fifth year as they navigate their way through the nuances of growing up in the wizarding world, and become each other's support system. ♡

Art by @giselsann-opencommissions

Moodboard by @esolean

OC Lydia Parkinson @esolean

OC Vanessa and William Nott @valyrra

[mr-nauseam]

See a post saying toxic yuri should win this year and I agreed. Its why I do an unhealthy attached between Julia Snow and Aelia Mars (whos a doble Snow bc she was cousin of Tigris dad...

[localravenclaw]

@esolean @valyrra the originals ♡

you are fucking delusional ❌

you possess a fervid imagination and perceive reality in a very original way ✔️

[girlivealwaysbean]

so tired of being a shitty bandaid for my parents' loneliness. like have u ever considered you passed your curse to me and some days i feel so lonely it's like i can't breathe around the emptiness in my chest????

[fullmetalscullyy]

it's been a month and my og besties are still there. still at the top 😎 life is good

[hypnowave]

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[localravenclaw]

Ren × Lyd × Eve = Deranged Hoe Behaviour ♡

[roastem]

when will susbhadra faaaaaans sory fanaTICs even get themselves checked up by a mental health doctor.?

ASURA FANATICS AND THEIR NEVER ENDING HATE FOR DRAUPADI JUST BECAUSE DRAUPADI IS ARJUNS LOVE AND NOT THEIR FAVORITE SUBHADRA WHO NEVER EVEN EXPRESSED EVEN ONCE THAT SHE LIKES HIM LMAOOO, THE GREAT LOVE THEY HAD THAT HE LITERALLY MADE SUBHADRA AS A SERVING WOMAN TO DRAUPADI AMD ASKED HER TO CALL HERSELF A MAID OF DRAUPADI LOL. CRY HARDER, BE JEALOUS AS FUCK OF DRAUPADI IT WILL NEVER CHANGE THE FACT THAT ONLY DRAUPADI IS ARJUNS LOVE AS MENTIONED IN AUTHENTIC MB.

[clownpassing]

This whole situation w my mom is just. So sad

[butteryunlikelylady]

I’ve been going crazy with desire and have made some maybe questionable decisions lately but the worst thing is feeling extremely harshly judged by some of the closest women in my life. I get that they have my best interest at heart and don’t want to see me make dumb decisions but feeling judged by them and them being harsh towards me…….

I don’t do well with ‘tough love’ that shit does not work on me and am I really so crazy for being desperate for love and affection….. we’ve all done questionable things for love….. I hate that I’m being made out to be batshit crazy when they’ve all done the same or even worse. okay I somehow forgot that I really only have myself at the end of the day

[localravenclaw]

@valyrra @esolean lol is this us?? XD

[no-onah]

Killing my dumb stupid pathetic account cause I’m tired of it I swear

[luv-lock]

⸻ ʟ ᴏ ᴠ ᴇ ᴍ ᴇ ⸻

Pairing: Dark Aegon I Targaryen x Fem Reader

Summary: Aegon spends his life desperately trying to win the love of his sister. And yet he's never enough.

Warning: Non-Con (rape), targcest, physical violence, murder, obsessive and delusional behavior, child loss/grief.

Notes: English is not my first language. Art belong to Denis Maznev. Hope you enjoy!

She was always there.

From his earliest memories, her face is etched in his mind like a cold, pale moon. She never smiled, never laughed. Never cried. Just looked. Always watching, always silent. Even as children, while Rhaenys played with him, she was a shadow in the background. A constant presence that gnawed at him, her cold eyes watching him with that empty gaze. It was as if nothing could move her, nothing could please her. But he tried. Gods, how he tried.

He was barely seven, still small but proud of the sword his father had given him. He had trained for hours, his arms aching, his legs sore, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to show her. He wanted her to see him—really see him—for once.

He had run to her, his little chest puffed out with pride, holding his wooden practice sword like it was Blackfyre itself. "Look! Look what I can do!" he had said, his voice bright with excitement. He swung the sword in wide arcs, spinning and thrusting as best as his small body could manage. "Did you see that? I’m going to be a great warrior! You’ll see!"

But she just stood there. Watching. Her face expressionless, her eyes cold, as if she hadn’t seen anything at all. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t even blink. It was like he wasn’t there, like his efforts were meaningless.

He had felt something tighten in his chest then, a feeling he didn’t understand. A hollow ache that made his hands shake as he gripped the sword tighter. He tried again, swinging harder, faster. "Are you watching?!" he had shouted, frustration leaking into his voice.

But she didn’t move. Didn’t smile. Didn’t say anything.

She never did.

And that’s how it always was. Every time he tried, every time he showed her something—his victories in the yard, his skills in battle—she just watched. Her cold eyes always on him but never giving him what he craved. Never giving him anything.

But then, that day came. The day that broke something inside him.

He remembers the sound first. The sound of her laughing. It was so foreign, so unexpected that he almost didn’t believe it at first. He had stopped in his tracks, heart racing, the sound of her laughter echoing in his ears like the sweetest music he’d ever heard. For a moment, just a moment, he thought it was meant for him. Finally, he thought, she was laughing. She was happy. Maybe, just maybe, he had done something to make her feel.

But then he saw it.

She wasn’t laughing with him. She wasn’t laughing for him.

She was laughing with a man. Some nobody. A fool. A good-for-nothing who could never even begin to understand her, let alone deserve her. And yet, there she was, her eyes shining, her lips curved into a smile—something Aegon had never seen in all his life. She was radiant, her laughter like music, but it wasn’t for him.

The rage came fast, burning through his veins like fire. How dare this man, this insignificant speck, be the one to bring her joy? How dare she smile for him, laugh for him, when she had never once given Aegon anything but that cold, dead stare? He could hardly see through the fury as he drew his sword, his heart pounding in his ears, and with one swift strike, he cut the man’s head clean off.

The blood sprayed across the floor as the man's body crumpled to the ground, lifeless, useless. And Aegon, triumphant, stood there holding the severed head, his heart racing with the thought that maybe now—now—she would see how much he loved her.

He brought the head to her, a smile tugging at his lips, presenting it like a gift, like an offering to a goddess.

But then, for the first time, he saw her cry.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, silent, like everything else about her. She didn’t wail or scream, just wept, her cold, distant eyes filled with sorrow. But not for him. Never for him. The realization hit him like a dagger to the chest. She wasn’t crying for him. She was mourning the other man, that worthless fool.

Could she not see? Could she not understand what he had done? He had killed for her. For her. To prove his love. Why couldn’t she see that?

It was worse now. So much worse.

He stands in the room, their child’s room, staring at the small bed where their son had once slept. His heart is heavy, his chest tight with grief that he can’t seem to swallow. Tears burn in his eyes, but he doesn’t care. Their child is dead. Gone. And he can barely breathe from the weight of it.

But when he looks at her, she’s standing by the window, her back to him, staring out into the night as if nothing had happened. As if their son wasn’t lying cold and still in the crypts below.

She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t even move.

His son, their child, lay lifeless, and yet...she didn’t care. She couldn’t care. The realization gnawed at him, twisting in his chest like a knife. If it had been another man’s child, would she be mourning now? Would she cry for that child, like she had cried for that worthless fool?

"Do you...do you not care?" His voice cracks, the words barely a whisper. He feels like he’s choking on the silence. "He was our child. Our son." His hands tremble, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Why… why?"

She doesn’t answer. Of course, she doesn’t.

She never answers.

The hollow ache that had plagued him since childhood is back, sharper than ever. He stares at her, at her still, cold form, and something inside him snaps. He can feel it, like a tether breaking, a dam bursting inside his mind.

"Why?" he growls, his voice low, trembling with fury. "Why can’t you love me? Is it really so hard?!" He steps toward her, fists clenched, his heart hammering in his chest. "I’ve done everything for you. Everything!"

His hands shake as he grabs her by the shoulders, spinning her around to face him. She looks at him with that same blank, emotionless expression, her eyes cold and distant, as if she’s not even here. As if she’s not even alive.

"I killed for you!" His voice is rising, desperate, wild. "I’ve fought for you, bled for you! I’ve done everything you could ever want, but you—" He pauses, his breath coming in harsh gasps as a dark, twisted thought coils in his mind. "Is this because of him? Because I killed that servant? Did you really think he could love you more than I do? That he deserved you? Him?"

His grip tightens, fingers digging into her flesh. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, the rage coursing through his veins. "I am the one who loves you. I’m the one who’s always loved you!"

She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t react. Just stares at him with those empty, cold eyes.

The silence is unbearable. It breaks him.

With a roar, he grabs her dress, tearing at the fabric, ripping it apart in his hands. He’s rough, vicious, his fingers leaving bruises on her pale skin as he forces himself onto her.

She doesn’t fight back. Doesn’t scream. She just lies there, blank, her body cold and still beneath his. The more she doesn’t react, the harder he thrusts, the rougher he becomes, as if he can force her to feel something—anything. He can feel the blood, can see the bruises forming on her skin, but she just keeps staring at him, those empty eyes boring into him, cold and unfeeling.

But it didn’t matter.

She will love me. She will.

"You will love me," he growls, his voice low and savage, each thrust more brutal than the last. "You will love me. You’ll see. I’ll make you."

But she doesn’t change. She never changes.

Even as her body bleeds, even as he takes her in the most violent, twisted way, she just looks at him with that same cold, distant stare. As if he’s nothing. As if nothing will ever be enough.

Her eyes stayed cold.

Her eyes stayed empty.

And still, he kept going.

@ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴꜰʏʀᴇ 2024. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

[localravenclaw]

Babygirls playing in the snow ♡

OC's : Vanessa Nott (Slytherin) @valyrra

Lydia Parkinson (Ravenclaw) @esolean

Ren Aries (Ravenclaw)