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I can't touch you [I wouldn't if I could]

PAIRING — Rhaenyra Targaryen/female oc

SINOPSIS — It was an usual sight in the keep: the three young ladies walking side by side. Princess Rhaenyra, the realm's delight, Lady Alicent, a lovely noble girl, and Lady Allora, who no one knew how to describe if not as Princess Rhaenyra's biggest admirer.

NOTE — english is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes you might find. This is the first part of three chapters, thank you for reading :)

Part II — the anchor. (tba)

Part III — the tide. (tba)

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THE SEAFOAM.

Allora Wynch was the daughter of a nobleman. What her father exactly did wasn't a concern to the girl, she never was fond of the dance of politics that happened in the red keep, her mind and eyes were too busy watching Princess Rhaenyra do the most trivial things in life to actually care about what was going outside of her devotional sight.

At the moment, she was doing what she did best: look at the daughter of King Viserys. The Targaryen princess was studying with her septa in the library, turning around to the door every now and then, making funny faces to Allora, who could only giggle from her spot in the hall.

— What are you looking at? — someone whispered behind her shoulders, making the brunette girl jump at the sudden approach.

Allora turned around, seeing Alicent Hightower, princess Rhaenyra's lady-in-waiting, a close friend too. As close as someone you are jealous of can be.

— You scared me! We need to be quiet, Rhaenyra is studying… — The Wynch girl whispered back to the other lady, the tone of her voice sounded the same. Alicent sometimes wondered if she was even able to scream. Maybe it was every lady's destiny: to be born already knowing how to bite her tongue.

— Why don't we go and study with her? — Hightower asked, putting her head on the other girl's shoulder, both watching the white haired princess pretend to listen to her septa.

— Her septa said I'm a distraction. — Allora sighed, a pout in her face. The worst part is that she knew it wasn't a lie.

— Truths hard to swallow… — Alicent said, giggling quietly to herself.

— just not harder than your pie.

— not funny, allora. — the girl complained, having to press her lips together to hide her smile.

— What's not funny?

The two girls gasped together, their hearts beating fast with the sudden approach of the princess.

Their eyes went to the library to the girl and back to the library, not being able to understand how she moved so fast in their direction. It shouldn't be so surprising though, Rhaenyra was always quick to get what she wanted. She didn't like to beat around the bush.

— Are we gonna spend our whole afternoon in the hall or will we do something fun?

The white haired lady tilted her head, it sounded like a question but she didn't wait for an answer, already starting to walk in the direction of the gardens. She knew the girls would follow.

The three walked side by side, an usual sight to everyone in the keep. The trio was almost inseparable, even with being completely different from each other. Alicent followed her father's wishes, she acted like a true lady, kept herself together with grace, it seemed almost natural for her to be surrounded by nobles. Rhaenyra was authentic, she didn't deny the duties and rules imposed on her, but she also didn't let go of her own wishes to follow others demands. She always arrived at the expected destination, she just liked to make her own path to get there.

And Allora… well, Allora was always there. It was hard for anyone who saw the trio to easily describe the lady, she was too quiet, too absorbed in her own world. If you asked a servant who Lady Wynch was, they would answer instantly: "That's easy, she's Princess Rhaenyra's friend.", and sometimes, Allora would think if she would ever be something else than that.

— What about you, my lady? What do you think?

The voice of Alicent took Allora out of her thoughts, and she faced her two friends, seeing their eyes staring at her curiously.

— I apologize, I wasn't listening…

Rhaenyra chuckled, and the three went back walking to the gardens. The princess always stood in the middle, her arms entwined in those of her friends, her elbow being lovingly, and carefully, caressed by Allora. She liked the feeling of the girl's gloved fingers in her skin.

— Why do you always wear gloves, Allora? — Alicent was the one who asked, her eyes moving along the brunette's arms.

— I'm made of water, if I take them out, I will turn into a puddle of worries and seafoam.

— and unfunny jokes as well…

With the comment of Lady Hightower, Allora showed her tongue, laughing with the playful banter.

The three found a tree with a nice shadow, sitting there to enjoy the breeze and rest. Rhaenyra was playing with the grass, leaning against the trunk. She always enjoyed the smell of wood, especially after a night of rain.

— The king was talking about faith and death today, a morbid subject to speak of, but it got me thinking white a lot…

Wynch frowned, how could Alicent even know what the king spoke about? However, Rhaenyra didn't seem to mind, so she didn't pay any more attention to it, deciding to keep the conversation going.

— I have many questions to ask the seven gods. Like why do hugs of different people feel different if it is the same act? How did the person that created the first cake felt? Or who described the first feeling?

The two other girls giggled, it was always like that: Allora was quiet until something got her attention, and then she couldn't stop talking about it.

— Those are certainly interesting questions, I'm sure the seven won't ever have a greater believer than you, my lady…

The brunette smiled widely at the princess's compliment, she liked how Rhaenyra enjoyed and played along with her weird thoughts.

— I think I would ask the seven about fate and choices.

— Fate and choices? — Alicent frowned upon the king's daughter's words. — Do you think those things will matter once we die?

— If it matters now, it probably will matter there.

— I don't think I wish to die just to have the answers… — Hightower nodded to her own words, coming to the conclusion that she, in fact, liked to live.

— I would hug death with open arms if it meant I would have my doubts gone.

— That's a strange wish to have, Allora…

— Stranger indeed — the girl giggled at her own joke, hoping that the play of words wouldn't upset the god.

The princess stared at the lady sitting next to her, curious about the confession, fearful about its veracity.

— You can't have your doubts gone while alive?

— There's things in my head that I wouldn't allow myself to speak out loud even if I were the last person standing on earth, my princess — Wynch answered, looking at the sky — Who knows what the wind could think and do to me?

Lady Alicent shakes her head, unsure of how healthy it was for Allora to fill her mind with almosts.

— I heard there will be another celebration… — Rhaenyra's lady-in-waiting decided to change the subject — the servants were talking about many noblemen coming.

— Is it a good thing? — Allora tilted her head, both girls staring at Alicent.

None of the three would speak of how the celebration might come as an excuse for the king to find another wife. None of the two ladies talked about how Rhaenyra had changed when Queen Aemma passed. The white haired girl would never hold the same smile as before.

— That depends.

— Of what, my lady?

— If Lady Allora will be happy to see the Lannister gentleman or not… — Alicent giggled, wiggling her eyebrows to her two friends.

Allora sighed, looking away. Why did they have to come back to the same conversation over and over again? It was funny the first time, but she couldn't understand what could be so special about men to talk about them all the time. There was nothing slightly interesting about them in Allora's opinion, they didn't seem to hold any hobbies or true desires but power and dominance.

— You don't hate the Lannister boy then, my girl? — Rhaenyra looked at the lady, the smile Allora so ever loved and knew decorating her lips.

— I don't know, I guess I just tend to forgive very easily... I think my heart can't make the conversion from love to hate.

— So you love him, lady lion? — Alicent's eyes shined, she didn't like to read romances, they felt so out of reach, but she loved to hear about people's stories, she knew they were true.

— So I don't hate him. — The Wynch girl was certain in her tone, at least in her perception. People usually didn't hear her like she wanted to. — Love is a feeling too tender to be felt with a man. They don't know how to hold it with their rough hands.

Alicent and Rhaenyra shared looks, both thinking very different things. Hightower was sure that Allora would change her way of thinking once she found a good man to be her husband. The Targaryen girl prayed she wouldn't.

Allora's mother had baby blues after giving birth, so her childhood was full of grandma's kisses and vacations, but also full of a very emotional mom and an absent-emotional dad, which led her to try to fix everyone's emotions, not knowing how to establish her own boundaries and forgive without receiving any apologies.

She tried not to hold her mother accountable for it; hostile mens, hostile actions and bad parenting. Being an observer like she was, once the little girl matured, she realized how women were perceived in society, it wasn't hard for her to understand that there was a type of pain already given to women once they are born. Yet, Allora couldn't find in herself something that wished to be like her mother.

Allora always felt like no one really saw her, and she had tried everything to change that; to eat the whole dinner table and then nothing at all. She wore the darkest colors in the brightest days and the most colorfuls in the darkest days.

She can't exactly remember when, Allora just knows that at some point in her childhood, she also tried to scream the loudest that she could, then stayed in full silence to see if anyone would notice and, until now, remained that way.

— I believe I'll never understand your affection for books, it's certainly unique how much you prefer to have words laying in your hands than your tongue.

Rhaenyra's voice took Allora out of her own little world, the place she would go every time she read a book. The girl smiled widely at the sight of the princess, getting up from her seated place in the window frame to bow.

— My princess, it is always a pleasure to be in your presence.

— Oh please, don't act like that. There's no one around us, it's our secret spot after all… — The Targaryen chuckled, sitting on the other side of the frame, in front of Allora, who took the seat once again.

— It's not so secret, it's in plain sight.

— Exactly, no one expects someone to do something in a place not hidden. — the princess's answer made Wynch nod and giggle, it was a great excuse.

Both of them looked at the view, watching the ocean's waves move, the ships become even smaller and the people around the port walk like ants.

— Do you think the oceans of today could be the mountains of the past, my princess?

Allora took her eyes out of the ocean to look at Rhaenyra. The Targaryen smiled widely at her anxious eyes, for Wynch to look at her over the sea was already an honor.

— I'm not sure the water changes that much of the world, my lady.

— What do you mean? Water changes everything. — Allora shakes her head, not believing Rhaenyra could actually think such a thing — The waves always remember, they even whisper if you pay enough attention…

— What do they say? — The heir got closer to the girl, like she would say a big secret.

— Probably gossiping about forbidden affairs and how the sun complains about her own shine.

Rhaenyra furrowed her eyebrows, tilting her head as if trying to see Allora's perspective. Seeing her princess's confusion, she began to explain herself.

— Well, I think the sun certainly doesn't enjoy all the attention and duties she faces, having to always wake up early and make everyone happy and warm… — she squeezed her shoulders, it sounded almost obvious in her mind.

— How do you know the sun is a lady?

— Only a lady could be so deadly beautiful yet so far out of reach, my princess… — Wynch smiled, her eyes going back to the ocean — only a lady could face so many unwanted responsibilities and keep her brightness.

— So the sun is the queen of the skies? — Rhaenyra concluded, smiling too, but her eyes were still on her friend.

— Only until you reach majority, my princess, then even the clouds will bend to your will.

The princess giggled, a feeling of happiness and pride filling her chest. It was nice to have someone believing so blindly in her. Sometimes a wave of an unknown feeling came and only Allora's words could change the direction of the tide.

— I fear failure. — Rhaenyra sighed, confessing as she looked at the sky, it was clearer than ever. — To never aspire to anything in my life or, even worse, aspire to something and never be able to reach it. Do you fear something, my lady?

— I fear mirrors.

— Mirrors? — The princess couldn't help but chuckle. She didn't mean to mock her best friend's fears, but it was an unusual fear if she was being honest, and she was always honest with Allora.

— I can’t handle them. I always have to cover them up to sleep because otherwise I have horrible nightmares. Whenever I need to look at my clothes or hair, I do it very quickly and without looking at my eyes…

— I think mirrors are pretty nice, it's almost magic to be able to see yourself… — the princess said, playing with the fabric of her dress — When did your fear start?

— I read in a book once that when someone dies with hatred, a curse is formed, and, in the old days, people covered mirrors during mourning, so the dead person's soul wouldn't be trapped inside. — The Wynch girl's voice had changed the tone, almost like she was sitting close to the fire, telling horror tales — Maybe I'm afraid of looking at it and seeing my grandpa's face…

Rhaenyra giggled at her words, she couldn't help but frown, how could Allora not like to stare at her own reflection? For the princess, the true curse would be to never see Allora's face again.

— I think your grandpa has more to do in the afterlife than haunt your mirrors, my lady…

— Perhaps, but I won't be the one to try to prove it.

The white haired girl moved in her seat, putting her knees close to her chest.

— Do you miss your mother, my lady?

Allora frowned with the low tone of her voice, the princess wasn't very fond of conversations about Queen Aemma. Wynch didn't mind it though, if forgetting, even for a small moment, was what brought Rhaenyra peace, she would happily oblige.

— Sometimes… I guess I miss the mom I made in my head more than her.

The heir of the throne frowned, she couldn't relate to the missing of a created mother, but she could understand the pain of the absence.

— Do you cry for the memories you have of her?

— Memories that make me cry aren’t exactly memories, I never cried remembering something, but I certainly cried for not remembering… or for not having anything to remember.

Every night with a full moon, Allora and Rhaenyra went to the princess's chambers to dance. The princess wasn't sure of what the moon had to do with their steps, but she was grateful to be able to see the big grin Wynch carried everytime she made her spin.

— you can be anything around me, my princess… you can be the heir or a commoner, a Targaryen or a witch, I won't judge, I will stay anyway.

Rhaenyra's heart gets filled with an indescribable feeling as her cheek also gets wet from her tears. She's never felt so safe with someone.

— Anything... what a strong word… — she pauses, before smiling and looking at her friend — Even silly?

Allora giggled, looking at the girl with shining eyes. Her feet doing a pirouette, her hands moving freely like dragon wings.

— Yes, even silly. I promise.

Rhaenyra got closer to the lady, taking Wynch's pinky and extending her own to complete the promise, in a gesture full of joy and affection, just like the promise itself.

— There you go, my lady. Now we have a beautiful and unbreakable promise between us.

— Just one of many, my princess…

The two kept dancing, the only song being a melody that Allora was singing. It didn't have lyrics, only laughter.

The princess extended her hand to the girl, who accepted almost instantly. The two started to swing, their fingers intertwined, the steps in a rhythm that seemed to be known by heart.

— Let's make a pillow fort! — Rhaenyra laughed excitedly, stopping the dance as she looked around the room — You know, it's like a little shelter but with pillows and comfy stuff all around. That sounds fun, right?

— Oh, that sounds awesome! Your pillows are very comfortable, I touched one of them before! — Allora nodded, smiling widely at her, excited at the idea. — It can be our own kingdom of pillows!

— With us two as the queen's? — Rhaenyra said, it wasn't a question, just a need for reassurance, of confirmation, that Allora would stay by her side, even in a throne made out of blankets and sheets.

— Of course! We can even make a new house! — Allora nodded, copying what Rhaenyra did with the blankets and pillows.

The princess chuckled at her idea, getting on her knees to go inside the fort. She laid down on the blanket, tapping her side to let Allora come.

— our own house? You have a very unique mind, my lady… — Targaryen answered, looking at the sheet ceiling — and what would be our motto?

— hm, perhaps something like "Dive deep, live long and die free.”

— dive deep? Like the ocean? I think the Velaryon won't enjoy it that much…

Allora squeezed her shoulders, not bothered.

— The Velaryon holds the shore and surface of water, I'm made for deep waters, my princess… There's no beauty in the ocean if you are the one in control.

Rhaenyra smiled, turning her body around to look at Allora's eyes, trying to find any hint of doubt, but she didn't find it. Allora's expression had only certainty, like she could walk to the beach and drown in the ocean with her arms wide open, embracing the waves.

— What does your name mean, lady lion?

Allora smiled at her question and way of calling, she didn't mind the jokes when Rhaenyra did, she was sure that the princess knew that the only animal Allora wished to belong to was a dragon.

— It means dream. — she turned her head to look at the Targaryen princess — I don't like it that much, I wish I had already come to the world being seen as real.

Rhaenyra smiled tenderly at Allora, taking her hand in hers, kissing her knuckles.

Allora stopped talking once she saw Rhaenyra in silence. The princess was staring at her face, but Wynch knew her mind was miles away.

— I have an incredible idea.

Without explaining any further, the Targaryen held Allora's hand tightly, while she got up and guided them through dark halls and secret passages. The brunette couldn't stop giggling, having her hand squeezed as a silent ask to keep quiet. Rhaenyra didn't want them to be found.

— With all the respect, my princess, this is the stupidest idea you ever had.

Allora's eyes were wide open, her heart was beating so fast she was afraid Rhaenyra might hear it. She pressed her hands together, trying to relieve some tension as she stared at the huge beast a few feet away.

— C'mon, Syrax is so gentle… — The girl laughed, caressing her dragon's nostrils as she looked at Allora — It will be fun!

— It will be deadly!

— You don't trust me, my girl?

Allora pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath, she hated how Rhaenyra had her wrapped around her finger. She hated how she didn't mind it at all.

— if I die, I'll come back to haunt you and your throne. — she muttered, walking slowly to the creature, standing behind the princess, like Rhaenyra could shield her from the flames. — Are you sure Syrax isn't hungry? I don't feel like being dinner. — she chuckled nervously, bowing at the dragon — pleasure to meet you.

Rhaenyra laughed loudly, only Allora could treat a dragon like she treated a noble. Syrax didn't move, but kept watching Allora with curious eyes.

— Just put the saddle on and we are ready to go!

— Can you even see in this darkness?

Allora complained, but she did what the girl asked anyway. After Rhaenyra got up on the dragon's back, she extended her hand, helping Wynch to get up too.

The brunette girl shut her eyes tightly, holding Rhaenyra's waist with all the strength she had.

— My lady, we are still on the floor.

— It's too real! I can feel the scales!

The princess giggled and when she felt the lady's heart calm a bit against her back, she moved her hands, giving Syrax permission to fly.

Soon, Allora's fear and screams became a nervous giggle. She couldn't help but laugh and look at how far from the ground they were. It was majestic to see the ocean from this far away, her eyes shining, her heart filled with a new found sensation, a joy she would never find in anywhere but Rhaenyra's and the ocean's presence.

— it's fun isn't it? — the princess's smile was wide, she couldn't contain her happiness with the wind in her face and Allora's giggles in her ears. Perhaps this was her destiny: to feel Allora's hands holding her waist, trusting her blindly to be safe.

— Feels forever!

— Forever it's not a feeling, Lady lion — Rhaenyra chuckled, her fingers holding the ties tightly. Maybe the wind was messing with Allora's perception.

— But can't you feel it now?

Allora hated celebrations and noble gatherings. She hated the atmosphere, having so many people around her. She wished she could not be perceived. In controversy, Allora was always constantly looking for someone to see her. Really see her. Ask her about what makes her who she is, or her thoughts in some random subject.

She liked studying, but mostly things that she enjoyed probably wouldn't help her in being a proper lady and finding a nice husband. She liked knowing about ancient names and their meanings, the clothes and hygiene of past centuries, the life of dragons and marine animals —even if she hated learning about their anatomy. She liked hearing people talk about places she would never go to and books she would never read. She liked to have information and thoughts about things that she would never share with anyone but herself.

Her mind was full of random facts about lots of subjects, but she could never know a lot about a single thing.

However, besides it all, the thing she hated the most was change.

She could feel her heart in her throat, a strong urge to puke. Maybe her breakfast, maybe swallowed words.

Lady Alicent was now "your grace", she had given birth to the King's first son, and everything between them had changed.

Princess Rhaenyra wasn't an only child now, wasn't close to the Hightower girl, and Allora feared even more what could happen with their bond.

The Wynch girl had only come to the celebration because the Queen had asked her to. She didn't know why, but she accepted it anyway. To lie to her father and brother about a flu was one thing, the seven gods certainly would forgive her, but to lie to a woman in need was something that Allora wouldn't forgive herself for.

The cry of a lady was worse to hear than the rage of the gods.

— Lady Wynch, I'm delighted you were able to come. — The voice of Queen Alicent welcomed her, the breeze outside doing wonders to her nerves.

— Your grace, I'm happy to be able to give you such a good feeling. — Allora bowed, smiling at Alicent. She would never allow herself to comprehend how hurtful it was to not be called lady lion in a playful tone. — Are you enjoying the celebration?

— It's for sure worthy of a royal boy… — Alicent says, caressing her belly. The act doesn't go unnoticed by Allora.

— Does it hurt too much?

— A lot. The kicks are fun, until it's on the last day and you have to endure it coming out of you.

— I think I would be sad if I had a boy. I'm not sure what I would have to teach.

The Queen chuckled with Allora's words, for a moment, she felt like they were girls talking about the seven gods and boys again.

— I'm sure this one is a lady, your grace. — Wynch nodded her head while passing her fingers carefully over Alicent's belly.

— What makes you say that, my lady?

— You look prettier in this pregnancy than you did in the other. Only a lady can bring the best of another, right?

Hightower nodded, happy to have someone familiar enjoying the possibility of a girl.

— May I ask something, your grace? — Allora's tone changed, her eyebrows frowning. With the approval of the other woman, she asked — Is the king kind?

The question surprised Alicent, she wasn't sure of what to answer or think.

— As kind as a man can be, I believe, my lady.

— That doesn't sound like much… — Allora pouted, letting her thoughts run freely. — If you ever need any help, know that I'm here for you, your grace.

The queen nodded, a grateful grin in her lips, an expression of relief in her face.

— Thank you, my lady, I'm happy to have a friend such as yourself. — Alicent looked around, many nobles and servants moving — The Lannister man is here, you know? I saw him talking with your father, if you wish to know.

— My father? — her face turned into a grimace.

— Yes, maybe talking about marriage, hm? The king is also speaking to some noblemen, a Baratheon last time I saw… perhaps you and Rhaenyra marry in the same season, how lovely would that be?

— Yes, indeed would turn out as a lovely coincidence.

Allora stared at the entrance of the tent, seeing the Baratheon men come out with a smile in his face and a sword in his hand. How could she hate him? They were very alike: both wanted to be loved by the princess.

No, he probably was looking for power, to change his place in the hierarchy. Allora was only looking for Rhaenyra's violet orbs.

The Queen gave her goodbyes once a servant got close to announce that the king wished for her presence. Allora smiled and bowed once again, resisting the urge to hug the lady.

Alone again, Wynch started lullabying a song, she couldn't wait to come back to her quarters and train music a bit more. She always had a melody in her mind, and some words wishing to come out of her mouth

— Will you ever tell me about your muse?

The brunette let out a gasp, she should be used by now: having Rhaenyra show up in the most unusual times, in the most unexpected places.

— If you were to read my words, you might be able to know. — Allora giggled, bowing to the princess and opening a shining smile. Around the Targaryen, she wore it like a king wear a crown. Proud and in need of everybody to see.

— The book you are writing? Will you finally let me see it? — the princess's words were in an excited tone — it was already time!

Wynch chuckled, her hands going to the pockets she sewed in her dress. Rhaenyra looked intently at her palms, but it wasn't a book that Allora got.

— I found many trinkets on the sand in my routine shore walks… I thought you may like this one. — Allora was always looking for something that reminded her of Rhaenyra. It wasn't hard to find, anything beautiful reminded her of the princess, and Wynch lived by the motto that there was beauty everywhere if you looked close enough.

The princess opened her hand, she took her palm closer to her eyes, seeing a red button, a broken weirdly shaped shell and two stems with flowers missing some petals.

It wasn't much, in fact, it was nothing at all if compared to the things Rhaenyra had in her life of royalty. But it was a reminder from Allora: I don't have much, but all I have is yours.

— What flowers are those? — the princess asked, not able to take her eyes out of the gifts, her fingers touching the gathers with care.

— A hemlock and white poppies.

— What does it mean?

Rhaenyra tilted her head, looking at the girl. She knew how Allora was obsessed with flowers, just as she knew each one of them had a specific meaning to be gifted.

— Isn't it more fun when you don't know and can fill the blank on your own?

The Targaryen denied, but she knew it was a lost battle. Allora wouldn't tell her, not until she deemed it was the right moment.

— What happens if you don't tell me and then die?! No one would ever know what it means! — Rhaenyra argued, she knew it was a dramatic sentence to make, but that didn't make it a lie.

— and isn't that the point of keeping secrets? That they will be buried with you?

— Some things are too great to be kept hidden.

— No, my princess, some things are too great that need to be kept hidden.

Every opportunity that the girl had to leave the red keep, she took with a wide smile and her walks always ended up in the same way: her barefoot in the sand, her eyes staring at the ocean as if trying to unveil all its secrets.

Her brother was standing on her side, his eyes on the water too, trying to understand what his younger sister found so interesting about it. The ocean never changed, never brought something new, it was hard for his mind to comprehend the beauty and mystery that Allora so devotedly saw. He didn't ask her though, he knew her answer would be the same as ever.

"Men don't understand the beauty that an unruly force holds, they only see worth in things they can destroy and tame."

— I wish I could scream like the sea. Make people drown in guilt just with my tone.

Allora heard her brother chuckle, his arm going to rest on her shoulder, bringing her closer to his body, afraid she would surrender to her wishes and run to the salt water.

— You never let yourself speak, that's why you feel the need to shout.

The brunette girl pouted, not sure if she was angry for the truth in his words or with how his arms felt like an anchor.

— Do you think the sea knows how much the moon influences her choices? Do you think the sea would love the shine of the night even with all the painful changes she needs to carry because of it?

— Why do you think the change of the tide hurts?

— All changes are painful, brother. Even the ones that bring good.

The man didn't have an answer to that, he found himself unable to argue with such a claim.

— I think the sea would love the moon in the same way it loves its sailors and fishermen.

— The sea can't love those types of men, they take without giving.

— Isn't that what love is about?

— No. You don't drown someone you love, you choose to sink together.

— That's tragic, Allora. — Her brother shook his head — Why would you even choose to sink?

— To experience the feeling of breathing again.

The man stopped staring at the waves, instead, his gaze went into his sister. He hoped she would never lose her way with words, even if he, or anyone in the world, couldn't understand the true meaning behind them, he hoped she would keep talking.

— Do you think about love like that because of mother?

— Yes, but not because I want the same as her, but because I will make myself something different. — she smiled, her eyes still on the water, her toes playing with the sand beneath them — Is that why you won't marry Lady Giya? Are you afraid she will take without giving?

His eyebrows furrowed, his tongue making a disgusted pop. He didn't enjoy talking about feelings, let alone when, deep down, he knew he was wrong.

—Oh, wow… You are afraid. You think she will leave you like mother did.

The girl's tone was a surprised one, she couldn't believe she didn't come to that conclusion earlier. Her brother didn't make any mention to deny or confirm, so she just kept talking.

— That's the thing about life, brother. If you're not living it, you are already dead. — Allora tried to maintain her voice comprehensively, however it was odd for her to see someone who didn't think love was worth all the battle's, of facing death — She will die, eventually, like everyone will. However, before that, she will live a happy life, with someone else that is not you, because you were too afraid to even step in and stop your existence of suffering. Lady Giya will live, and not with you, brother.

Her brother gasped, his mouth open with the words that his sister proffered.

— Have you been betting how many morbid themes you can put into an advice?

— Your fear isn't death, brother. Your fear is life. — she chuckled, getting on her knees to touch the sand with her fingertips — we will all end up in the same destination in the end, the journey you make for yourself is what matters.

The man watched his sister play on the floor.

— What about you, Allora? What challenges have you been facing lately? Any men that can bring you the pain Lady Giya brings me?

Allora frowned upon his question, drawing hearts in the sand, smiling at the thought that, with wave or wind, tomorrow they would be gone.

— I wish I could hold scissors and cut my skin apart. To take everything out and try to fix it. — she confessed, her voice a whisper — I probably wouldn't be able to put it back in the same way, I have never been really good with puzzles, so I wouldn't work correctly, but I suppose it would be more right than the way I work now.

It was a weird situation to face, her brother though. Not entirely sure of what exactly was troubling his sister.

— More right? How have you been acting wrong? You're such a gentle lady, my sister… Any man will be lucky to have you by his side, even a king would.

Allora had to hold a sigh. She didn't want to be a wife, a mother or a queen. She just wanted to be Rhaenyra's.

— I read your book.

Allora's eyes darted to the door of her chambers, a timid smile in her lips when she saw the princess holding the papers she wrote.

— And I disagree terribly with your way of thinking.

The brunette girl's mouth opened in shock, not sure of what to answer. She watched the princess sit in one of the chairs in the room, curiously to her next words about her book.

Rhaenyra turned around in her seat, tilting her head to stare at the girl, who didn't make any mention to move.

— Come closer to me, Allora. You put my whole mind in grief being so close yet so far away from my reach.

The lady complaid, getting up from her place in the bed and going to sit on the princess side. Rhaenyra's arm went around the Wynch's shoulder, and Allora rested her head close to the heir's neck.

— What do you disagree with, my princess?

— Nymeria's perception of love. I can't understand why she would give herself so freely and willingly to someone she never even touched. The "shadow" that she loves, doesn't love her in the same amount.

Rhaenyra was in disbelief, why would Allora write a story without a happy ending to the main lady?

— I understand your point, my princess, but I disagree with it. Yes, she loves the shadow to the point of erasing herself in the darkness, to forget about the brightness of the light and drinking the oceans with a spoon. She goes and does it. The shadow ain't like that, it loves her simply, because it simply loves her. And that's what she needs, ever since she was young, that's what she has always wanted, to be loved and to be seen for simply existing.

The princess got quiet for a few moments, watching Allora's fingers play with her ones. The warmth the lady's head brought to her neck sent shivers down her spine.

— Have you ever loved something like that, Lady lion?

— I just don't think love was made for me to live. I am an observer, I sit and watch it, I write and sing about it but it's not mine to have. — Wynch said, a relieved breath coming out of her lips, peace was in Rhaenyra's embrace, her hug could end wars. — My heart belongs five thousand meters beneath the land and it seems unfair to give something so drowned to someone. I like to watch ships come and go, but just because I pretend there's no people inside them giving goodbyes to loved ones.

The Targaryen girl smiled at her lady's words, looking at the table in front of them.

Allora had many papers in her quarters, she loved to write, even if most of them ended up in the firepit.

She couldn't write without feeling her heart beat fast inside her chest, as if the pages could know of her sins; her eyes burned with tears every time that she got a word misplaced or wrong. She collected flowers as a hobby, and covered the mistakes with them.

Rhaenyra wondered if in any of the crumbled papers, she would find the answer to the flower's meanings. Rhaenyra wondered if she wanted to know it.

— You need to keep fighting, Nyra…

The white haired lady frowned, taking a deep breath. She knew Allora was talking about the whole heir debate, but she didn't want to talk about it with her. She never wanted to discuss anything related to the kingdom with her lady.

Allora sometimes hurted her own heart thinking that the princess didn't trust her enough to do it.

Rhaenyra sometimes hurted her own heart thinking of how she would never be able to be her true self around anyone else but Allora.

— You need to fight to be seen as real, it's the toughest of the battles to be a royal lady and a real person at the same time. You could sob in the court and people would still see your tears as a political movement… — The girl's voice had reached a tone Rhaenyra never heard coming from her — Don't see your pain as a way of winning things, just look into your own eyes in the mirror and watch them screaming "I'm real, I'm real, I'm real". You need to feel it, Nyra. You need to feel.

Allora moved in her seat, leaving Rhaenyra's embrace to put her hands in the princess cheeks, cupping her face, staring intently at her eyes.

— Promise me you will feel.

The Targaryen only nodded, too entranced in Allora's orbes to say anything.

No one, no matter the book or look, could say that the princess didn’t have a heart.

And that's when the lady realized: the same part of her own body was no longer hers. Allora's heart was beating for the princess, in a sequence of painful thuds.

Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra.

— Doesn't it sound so silly? It's just pages, just words wrote in a piece of paper and yet… Some days I think I will never be able to feel something so deeply like I do when I read about these people made of ink.

— You're right, it does sound silly. — The Queen Alicent said, giggling with the face Allora gave her.

— Tell me, what do you feel now, Lady Wynch?

— I don't know. — She squeezed her shoulders, most of the time, Allora wasn't able to give a name to her feelings.

— Name three.

— I feel too much to only say three.

Wynch looked around the garden, her eyes looking for something. Someone.

— Princess Rhaenyra won't come if that's what you're wondering.

Allora frowned, tilting her head as she looked at the queen.

— It's not that late, your grace…

— I don't mean because of the time, she is giving the king a silent treatment, I believe.

— May you explain it further?

— She is to marry, and hasn't left her room ever since the king's ultimatum… but I was right in the end, you will both marry in the same season!

Allora's body freezed. She didn't know what to answer, she didn't know if she was even able to say anything.

However, somehow, she managed to leave the queen's presence without being disrespectful. Her feet took her to the princess chambers without second thoughts, she entered without knocking.

The two girls stared at each other, waiting to know who would be the one to dare have the first word.

Rhaenyra did the first thing she deemed good: get out of the bed and run away.

The princess wasn't faster than Allora's though, who got up in the bed, holding the Targaryens wrists. Her eyes not leaving the violet orbs of Rhaenyra for even a second.

— You will marry.

It wasn't a question, it was a painful conclusion. It was the way Allora had to ask her not to.

— You believe in fate, Allora? What about choices and demands?

It was the only thing Rhaenyra could say, her tone angry. Allora needed to understand, the princess didn't know what to do if the lady didn't forgive her.

— Destiny and free will coexist, my princess. I do believe we come to this world with things planned. The nervous system takes care of the reflexes. The body itself has instincts. I believe the soul has to.

— My soul is bound by duty, you know that.

— There was a time your only duty was to my heart.

— There was a time when the consequences of my actions wouldn't hurt millions. I'll be the Queen, I can't be bound to a heart.

— There's no place in your loyalty for me?

The question took the Targaryen words.

— Run away with me, Rhaenyra. Let's be together, far away from everyone.

— I can't change what has been decided, Lady Wynch.

Allora's eyes shut tightly, where was the term of endearment? When Rhaenyra had stopped to look at her eyes? When did her tone turn cold?

When their oceanly friendship was reduced to a river?

— As long as we are in the present, we can always change the future, my princess…

The princess shook her head, staring at the lady on top of her. She wanted Allora to be her anchor, but she could barely manage to hold the helm.

— Just say it, Nyra, since when do you hold your tongue? — Allora chuckled sadly, her head was filled with insecurity.

Rhaenyra sighs deeply, and her voice sounds broken and full of pain and confusion. She loves Allora, she wants to fly away from everyone with her, and yet... something is still telling her that it is not the right path to choose. Rhaenyra's heart is broken once again, she feels the agony of making this choice, and yet she knows it must be done. Her voice, filled with sorrow and regret, finally says:

— Allora, I am deeply sorry, but I cannot choose you now. Perhaps in another life, or perhaps in another time, we may be together, but... I cannot do that now.

Maybe it was too late.

Rhaenyra didn't know what to do. She didn't want to bring Allora pain, but she would do it by staying or leaving. She sighed, maybe that was what fate is after all: impotence.

After her marriage, Rhaenyra and her Velaryon husband went to Dragonstone, the king wasn't very fond of the idea but she couldn't help her need to leave. It was ironic, she sent the lady away to stay, only to decide to leave too when Wynch wasn't there. Perhaps the feeling of home had sneaked inside the lady's bags, and was now buried in Casterly Rock, waiting for someone to find.

— Which room do you want? — Her husband asked, turning around to see how big the quarters were.

The Targaryen princess was looking at the wide paint in the wall. It was a silent pact between Alicent, Rhaenyra and the guard to not mention that night. It seemed like treason to even think about the lady, and, as time went by, the princess found herself used to the missing pieces in her memories.

Grieving the life she could have with Allora didn't make her cry, but in specific moments, she felt waves of pain. And it kept coming, in every little thing that reminded her of the lion lady, from the silk fabric of the bed to the pearl necklace she kept hidden, pretending to lose it every now and then, just to feel something when she found it again.

— The one with the view to the sea.

#this story is to my past self: the little girl who tried so hard to enjoy being in a men presence #and also to my future self /when i finally realize it's okay to want to have a queen and not be one myself #queen rhaenyra #canon divergence #the black's win but does rhaenyra?#rhaenyra x oc #house of the dragon #hotd oc #Allora Wynch #men have no names #ocean is a lady in love with the sun #just a story about a lion in love with a dragon (king of the forest / not of the skies)#title from a boygenius song #bite the hand #I can't touch you [I wouldn't if I could]#icty [iwiic] - the seafoam #rhaenyra targeryan

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ayyy-pee · 8 months ago

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Discord 18+ - Twitter 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂: 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝘼 𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙉𝘿𝘼𝙇!!

In celebration of reaching 3,000 followers on Tumblr, it seems ayyypee has decided to host her very first collab!!! The theme is Celebrity Scandal!

What are your favorite celebrity anime men, women or you (the reader) up to these days? New relationships? Maybe a nasty breakup or divorce. Cheating? Leaks, Murder, Cover ups?! There's so much to report on and so little time. But rest assured, The Jujutsu Journal will find out. Someone is always watching.

Status: CLOSED (Stories will be posted as they are received!)

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✩˚｡⋆ This is an 18+ collab! Minors dni

✩˚｡⋆ All characters portrayed must be 18+ (No aging up of minor characters pls, but if there is a canon timeskip, that's fine. Just write them as their adult selves.)

✩˚｡⋆ It does not have to be only an x Reader pairing!

✩˚｡⋆ Open to ANY fandom (Even though it says Jujutsu Journal lol)

✩˚｡⋆ You can join with as many fandoms and as many characters as you wish

✩˚｡⋆ Both NSFW and SFW works are allowed!

✩˚｡⋆ If you use any topics that need a warning, please use warnings and tag appropriately!

✩˚｡⋆ That being said, dark content is fine as long as it is not any of the following: Non-con, r*pe, beastiality, incest/stepcest, pedophilia

✩˚｡⋆ No particular format or word length required. And you can even do art! Just let me know what you’ll be doing!

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✩˚｡⋆ To join, please send me an ask, or you can dm me! Also I'm nosy so let me know what your idea(s) are! Like Stalker!Paparazzi Sukuna x Reader LMAO)

✩˚｡⋆ The deadline for submission for the collab is July 20th

✩˚｡⋆ I would also REALLY appreciate it if people reblogged this post so that it's boosted!

✩˚｡⋆ Please tag me in your works and use the tag: #JujutsuJournal after you're done. I'll add it to my Masterlist and reblog it on my account! I know the tagging system is bonkers right now though, so if tagging doesn't work, you can just send me an ask.

✩˚｡⋆ If you have any other questions, just let me know!

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alikuarso · 1 month ago

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To answer your question about Fresh: Fresh is actually a parasite! He dresses in his 90's-themed clothes and speaks in a silly way so that others underestimate him. His main and utmost goal is to Survive, and the way he does that is by infecting other people with his parasites and draining the life from their souls. Being seen as harmless lets him get closer to them and gives him easier access for possession. He hopes to eventually take over the multiverse, spreading his parasites in every corner of it and having absolute control.

He also has no emotions. He is capable of them, but for whatever reason he is unable to feel much, besides the rare instance of anger. He does frequently feel fear, though.

He is a bit sadistic, and he likes seeing others suffer. This is because when he takes over someone he drains their soul of life, which causes them pain. And to him, taking someone's body means safety, it means he can survive a bit longer as long as he's snatched their body. So he's come to associate the pain of others as something good.

And he's also aware of the creators/viewers, thanks to an event called the Loveball, which is canon to his character.

Going to copy and paste my own words for this [I was talking to a friend about Loveball]:

"So, like seven years ago there was a fandom-wide event called the Loveball, where people gathered their OCs and had them all attend an UTMV dancing ball. Fresh went, of course. There, he met a Frisk called Pacifrisk. Even knowing who he really was [90's parasite], they still believed he could be good. Before this, he hadn't ever really felt a connection to anyone, or even positive emotions in general. But Pacifrisk's faith in him made him feel positively towards them. This freaked him out. [No Fr@ns though, don't worry. That wasn't the intention for this plot.]

As a result, not only did he try to kill them, but he also went through with his plans: the Fresh Takeover [I forget what it's actually called]. His true reason for attending the ball. OCs were either possessed by the parasites or tried to fight against them. Apparently, some people used alcohol to ward the virus off, as Fresh hates substances such as that.

Fresh wanted to take over the multiverse, with this Loveball being the first step for his total domination.

But then right in the middle of things, a Sans AU [which I totally forget the name of X,D] grabbed Fresh and basically yeeted him into an alternate state of being. One where he could see the creators, all staring at him. An audience.

The Sans revealed the nature of Fresh's existence: That he was simply a character in a story. And if the creators got bored of him, he could easily be written aside and forgotten. Erased. His conquest didn't matter, in the end.

Predictably, this gave him an existential crisis. I'm not sure what happened after, but he stopped invading and went somewhere to contemplate his existence in a depressed state.

Afterwards, he had a new goal: To entertain. To convince the creators that he was worth keeping around. Similar to his previous goal of survival, but now with more dire stakes."

His creator @loverofpiggies has some posts about the Loveball, tagged under either the 'fresh sans' tag or the 'loveball' tag, which I recommend you check out! ^^

But yeah, to answer your question: The reason Fresh fought Ink was probably 1: because he saw it as a good way to keep himself alive and 2: So that he could be relevant and interesting to the viewers.

Hope this answered any questions you might have about him! ^w^

THANK YOU BECAUSE THERE'S NO WAY I WOULD HAVE FOUND ABOUT ANY OF THIS OTHERWISE😭😭😭 THAT'S A LOT

Now I want to draw fresh existential crisis mood, That's something I never would have imagined existed

Im still a bit confused about fresh not having emotions¿ but I think I got the idea, but still, why does he feel fear?

I think fresh is becoming my favorite now, help, error do something

(Thank you again for your time✨️)

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push-tet · 3 months ago

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what I've done

The town of Veronaville is one built on little love and one big feud. For years, the Capp and Monty clans have been at each other’s throats; yet this hatred cannot stop the younger generation from crossing borders and falling for one another. Will their actions bring both feuding families to ruin, or spark reconciliation? Can their love truly heal such deep wounds?

Wouldn't you like see Veronaville in entirely different light? K-he.

WHAT’S NEW:

Added a massive storyline! The familiar Сapp, Monty and Summerdream families will be seen in a whole new light🌟

Added three brand new families with their own stories and secrets! 🌟

Added some new and special townies. At the end of the town album there will be a list of townspeople who have biographies and memories, so no need to add/resurrect literally everybody on your lot. 🌟

Added 20 new community lots + remade the old ones as well 🌟

DISCLAMER AND TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!

This hood is not a retelling of Shakespeare's plays, nor is it a mere makeover of the Maxis’ Veronaville. Think of this neighborhood as an alternate universe.

The Neighborhood contains themes of: fantasy, s*icide and self-harm, body horror, OC X CANON (?)

I may have (unintentionally) spoiled some of your favorite simmies…

ISSUES THAT I AM AWARE OF:

Some townies’ memories could disappear. It happens even with the mod that forbids the townies from losing their memories. I don't know what the reason is so I recommend checking them before you play the game, namely, by going into the family and teleporting the townies to the resident lot. If the memories are already gone, then please re-download the hood.

Hoodchecker might show some minor errors connected to the wrong memory subjects. This was intentional so don't be alarmed! It doesn't affect your game in any negative way.

Don't try to resurrect Julien Cooke. Just forget about him.

Oberon originally had an overlay with a mechanical prosthetic. But for some reason in some testers’ games the overlay was affecting Oberon's complexion, turning his skintone white… So I removed the overlay entirely. You can add it back if you wish!

RECOMMENDED MODS AND PROGRAMS:

Cyber Parts by @themeasureofasim (optional, Oberon’s prosthetics)

Restore Default Names for Sims in Subhoods (if you intent to play a subhood version of it)

🐸DOWNLOAD MF - SFS

THE CONTENTS:

VD01 ENG is a main hood; contains some of my CCs.

VVBS CC is an archive with some custom content from me for the hood (consists of: some cosmetics, contacts (in the masks section) and one female haircut).

VVBS SUBHOOD is a subhood with two major differences from the main hood: it does not contain pictures from Storytelling folder (so the nhood is less heavy) + you can pick and choose whether you want it with or without my custom content.

EXTRA CONTENT folder is not necessary to download; it contains some extra stuff from my project. This file is locked, but you can gather the password in main hood itself through the storytelling pictures and a little game in the community lots (you can find the rules of this game in the description of 2 Pentameter Parkway lot). Think of it as a reward for your attentiveness!

If you find any errors or bugs, just let me know! THANK YOU!

idk what to put in here so that dads' ranking

P.S. Destroy this town with your crazy ideas. :))

Well, the English version of this interactive fanfic is finally OUT!

I have Pahleen (translation) and @f1shart (English editing) to thank for that! And I also want to thank the many wonderful testers and people who supported my project!🌹🌹

I will continue to post materials about this neighborhood on this blog, but I also have plans to expand this universe, so for that I created a blog @vv-bs so you can follow the development of the project!

#ts2 #the sims 2 #sims 2 #veronaville #ts2 download #custom neighborhood #vv:bs

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 2 years ago

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close to home | masterlist

Series Summary: When a run goes poorly, and Daryl is separated from his group, a stranger and her companion help get him out of a sticky situation. Little does Daryl know this stranger is much closer to home, and his life is going to get a bit more complicated

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader (s3 - s11) (ongoing)

A/N: Thank you for checking out close to home, it means the world to me 🖤 I've been going back and forth about diving into fanfiction, and I'm really excited about this! I think this will be a nice slow-burn angsty-type story. This will follow the entirety of the show--so if you have not finished the show, there will be spoilers!! Plot arcs, events, and character deaths will be spoiled, so read at your own risk!!

Warnings will be mostly chapter specific, but some general warnings for the story are adult language/content, sexual assault/mentions of assault, violence, descriptions of blood/injury, character deaths, and all of the typical TWD content. The story will mostly follow the TWD plotline with mild canon divergence. Therefore there will be plot lines and dialogue from the show. Additionally, there will be background information for the reader and mild descriptions of her features, but they can be ignored! Basically, the reader is almost like an oc, but self-insert for the most part lol

I try to post every day, but I do work full time so sometimes I might be unable to.

Chapter Directory (1-45)

chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six chapter seven chapter eight chapter nine chapter ten chapter eleven chapter twelve chapter thirteen chapter fourteen chapter fifteen chapter sixteen chapter seventeen chapter eighteen chapter nineteen chapter twenty chapter twenty one chapter twenty two chapter twenty three chapter twenty four chapter twenty five chapter twenty six chapter twenty seven chapter twenty eight chapter twenty nine chapter thirty chapter thirty one chapter thirty two chapter thirty three chapter thirty four chapter thirty five chapter thirty six chapter thirty seven chapter thirty eight chapter thirty nine chapter forty chapter forty one chapter forty two chapter forty three chapter forty four chapter forty five CONTINUED CHAPTER DIRECTORY (46-ongoing)

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl fanfiction #daryl x y/n #daryl twd #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead #daryl dixion x reader

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snowthedemonfox · 2 months ago

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So what is the Alien AU exactly??? (AKA: The masterpost)

Long story short, in this AU a group of people are sent off on an AI controlled ship by 'the company' to research a newly discovered planet. Nobody in this research team gets along, which only gets worse after they accidentally capture 2 of the aliens that live there. Now they have to deal with not only their problems, but the problems this new planet is already dealing with.

Alien AU tag can be found here

Below are all the finished designs for the characters in this AU! I haven't finished all of these yet, but you're free to ask anything about the missing characters if you want to :3

Questions & Boundries:

Can I ship any of the characters? - Yes! I don't mind shipping at all. I'm a multishipper myself, and while some ships are implied in this AU (Bunnydoll, Abstragedy & Showtime), all are okay with me! - The only exception to this would be ships involving Gummi. While yes, Gummi is sentient, capable of understanding speech, and able to communicate to some degree, I do not feel comfortable shipping him with anyone. He's just friends with some of the other team members.

Can I write/draw/make something for the AU? - Of course!!! I love seeing what other people do with this AU, it really makes my day. Feel free to tag me in anything you do! I only ask that nothing NSFW is done with this AU. Please respect this choice!

Can I put my OC in your AU? - Yep!! I even made blank versions of the info cards if anyone wanted to do this ^w^ The first one is for alien characters, and the second is for team members!

Are you going to add [character]? - Depends! The entire main cast will be added, along with some side characters and NPCs, but it all comes down to if I have an idea for them in the AU. I am a slow artist sometimes, so I probably won't be rushing to get all the info cards done ASAP. Feel free to ask about any specific characters if you're curious!

How does Abstraction work? - There's two types of 'abstraction' in this AU. If we're talking about a team member, they simply get re-assigned to a different team. This is what happened to Queenie and Kaufmo. They're alive and well, just somewhere else. The company can and will re-assign whoever they want, whenever they want. - When it comes to the aliens on the planet, there is an infection spreading around that has similar effects to abstraction in the show. It's not 100% the same, but causes those infected to become extremely hostile and attack anything around them until the host eventually dies. In this AU, Loolilalu (named Candi) is infected, and is seen as a minor threat by the rest of the team. Right now, there is no known cure.

Does the AU take place in a digital world? - No, everything is real. There's no mysterious VR headsets that are making people disappear in this AU!

Why isn't anyone on the research team human? - Because I suck at drawing humans and wanted to stay close to their canon designs. There's not really a lore-related reason for this.

I'll be putting all the links for the masterpost under the cut!

Outdated/older art: ★Original Jax & Gangle designs [X, X] ★Various sketches of Gangle's original design [X, X, X, X, X] ★When your alien roommates break into the kitchen at 2:34am ★Gummi's first appearance

The more recent art: ★Bnnuy alien Jax [X, X] ★Jax sketches [X, X, X, X] ★Coloured Jax sketches [X, X, X, X, X] ★Gangle sketches [X] ★Little guys (baby Jax & Gangle) [X, X, X, X] ★That one time I drew Jax in the maid outfit ★ Abstragedy [X] ★A smoothie ★The consequences of our actions ★Alien AU plushies [X, X] ★Tynie [X] ★Jax's evil little sister (Jaiden) ★More Jaiden + AU Ghostly & Loolilalu ★Jaiden learns bad words ★Christmas aliens

More asks about the lore: ★AU recap ★What does Jax have to gain from this ★Where do Jax & Gangle live ★Do the aliens have abilities ★What language do they speak?

#arctic fox speaks #alien au #the amazing digital circus #tadc au #tadc

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sundrop-writes · 8 months ago

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One Moment Per Episode With Dick Grayson

Season One, Episode One: "Titans"

Summary:

You and Dick haven't spoken since the Titans parted ways in San Francisco five years ago.

Even though you used to be as close as two people can be, both of you are doing just fine leading your own separate lives - until your psychic powers cause you to have a vision of the end of the world, and you have to turn to him for help. As much as Dick doesn't want to get involved, you know that him leading The Raven on the path she needs to travel is the only way to stop the terrible fate you saw.

He wants to deny it, and stay as far away from you as possible - but he can't avoid you or the truth that you have told him when he runs into that very Raven you speak of in an interrogation room later that night. He has to face a simple truth he has always known: you're always right.

Dick Grayson x Fem!Powered!Reader. Childhood Friends/Exes to Lovers. Emotional Angst and Bantering/Humor. Set during Season 1, Episode 1.

Word Count: 2,300

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Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: the reader uses she/her pronouns (some people might accuse the reader character in this story of being more of an OC and I am okay with that - I try to make all the reader characters in my other stories as blank and open as possible and every now and then I let myself have a little bit of a treat) - but as usual with my stories, the majority of pronouns used in the fic are you/yours; other than clothing style and a scar that informs her backstory, the reader's looks are not described and are left vague (as far as race, body type, hair colour, etc. - those things are not described); the reader character does have powers - I might make a separate post detailing the reader's entire backstory and power set (or I might just let it be spelled out slowly through the chapters) - but for now, I will tell you that the reader character is psychic and can see glimpses of the future in dream-like visions; the reader and Dick are 'exes' - their relationship was never official (they never explicitly called each other boyfriend/girlfriend), but they used to have sex often (and they both have feelings for each other that they never openly spoke about), and they are childhood friends, so there is a lot of emotional history there; mentions of canon-typical violence; this fic does use Y/N; mentions of the reader being shot during a past undescribed incident; there is references to sex and discussions of sex, but no explicit smut (but there might be some later in the story? idk yet); emotionally constipated Dick Grayson; idk what else ? - pining, emotional angst, using humor to deflect emotional tension, banter. I just really like the vibes of this. there is not a lot of big content warnings for this fic (yet).

A/N: Honestly, I am really excited about this one. I have a lot of ideas for future episodes (especially the episode where Dick loses it emotionally and just gets followed around by a hallucination of Bruce for the entire episode - but that's not until Season 2, oop). Titans is one of my favourite series ever - if you couldn't tell - so getting to examine each episode closer and appreciate each individual episode as a unique piece of art while writing this instead of binging a whole season gives me a whole new appreciation for the show. I hope you guys enjoy these as they come out - especially because I do have an idea of where this fic is going, but I don't know where I want these characters to go in Season 4. (I kind of want to do a secret surprise reveal of two of the characters being related and being siblings, but... idk. Sometimes people don't like that.) But this is definitely a good opportunity to send me ideas of where you want this story to go/how you want it to end up. Anyway - please enjoy!!!

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Dick needed some fucking air.

He could barely fucking handle today. He had to compose himself before he lost it and started breaking things. It was all such a shitshow - the department pushing a new partner on him, footage of Robin all over the news, every other half-cocked beat cop making comments about how Robin was just another masked psychopath who wasn’t that different from The Joker.

Fuck them.

If they only knew what Gotham was like - if only they had to deal with a department full of asshole’s on the Joker’s payroll. If only they had to watch criminals walk away because they made bail on the decision of a corrupt judge. If only they had to sit behind a desk and listen to a mother’s sobs as she begged for him to find her missing child - knowing how many people elbow to elbow with him would laugh at her tears rather than start looking.

If they only spent one night tending to civilians while the smell of burning flesh permeated the air, with the Joker’s screaming laugh stuck in their ears because he thought that bombing a low-income housing complex was just that funny.

Fuck all of them.

Dick clenched his fist tight - his knuckles aching as he resisted the urge to drive his arm right through the glass at the front of the precinct. He just - he really needed some air.

Dick walked out the front doors (rather than smashing the glass), and took a deep breath of the cool night air, trying his best to calm down. It was getting late, and things were relatively slow, even for it being a Tuesday. No influx of late-night chaos yet. He had some time to collect himself before-

“So - Robin’s in Detroit now, huh?”

That voice.

Dick felt the sting of familiarity pluck at his spine, and he whipped his head around at lightning speed, looking in the direction of the voice. Surely enough - you were the one standing there. It hadn’t been some kind of auditory hallucination on his part.

So much for time to calm himself down.

He was immediately met with a confliction - lust and annoyance bubbling up inside of him. He didn’t want to see you again, he didn’t want you to be here, especially not without warning. But you looked so damn good - it was a distraction from that fact.

That was always the thing about exes, wasn’t it?

(If Dick could even call you his ‘ex’ - the two of you had slept together more times than he could count, both metaphorically and literally, but the two of you had never put an official label on the relationship like he had with Dawn or Barbara. He cared for you like a friend, and like a lover in a way that he was never willing to admit - but did that make you his ex? Especially if he never stopped caring about you?)

That thing about exes being: they always look so fucking good when you see them after a long time of being apart. The universe dangling something in front of you that you’re not allowed to have and technically, should no longer want.

But oh - Dick found himself wanting so very badly. (And he tried his hardest to hide that fact as he continued to carefully stare you down.)

Because you looked so good.

You were wearing something of your usual style - an outfit of many confusing layers that somehow showed off the natural curves of your body and hid you all at the same time.

A long skirt with a ruffled hemline and bold, colorful pattern. A pair of boots that you had probably gotten from some vintage store that were likely older than both you and Dick, leathery and well worn in. Your jacket was much the same - a supple brown leather with a soft fur lining that made you look very warm and cozy.

Topped off with a pair of the largest, gaudiest dangling earrings that Dick had ever seen - the kind that would have gotten snagged on one of his nice shirts and gotten the two of you tangled up during one of your hook-ups. A pair of earrings that he would have scolded you for wearing - but he would have delighted in finding them on his bedroom floor after you left because it meant having a piece of you still with him. And it would mean having an excuse to visit you later because he had something of yours to return.

Those earrings glistened in the light of the street lamps, just as your eyes did while you stared him down with those inquisitive, knowing eyes. Looking at him with that same expression you always wore - the one that seemed to say you knew everything that he never would. It equally fascinated him and infuriated him.

He hated the fact that you had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, causing his heart to race - had you snuck up on him on purpose? Did you find it funny?

“Y/N,” Dick said your name curtly, still feeling a slight twinge of shock that you were standing in front of him at all. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

You let out a dry chuckle, and stepped closer to him, making his whole body stiff. His first instinct was to step backward - to gain more distance from you. But he didn’t want to seem like he was afraid of you - afraid of that closeness. So he forcefully locked his legs and stayed in place as you drifted closer, and you idly conversed back.

“Oh, Dickie.” You sighed in return, using his childhood nickname. “A warm welcome as always.”

Dick rolled his eyes at this. Did he really need to bother with manners and formalities? The two of you had known each other for so long, he guessed that you were both well over stuff like that.

“Do I need a reason to be here? Can’t I just visit an old friend?” You posed, a humorous tone still running through your voice.

He shoved his hands into his pockets as he took a more defensive stance. He quickly went from shock then to annoyance.

The two of you were old friends - you had known each other since you were in diapers together. The two of you had grown up together, raised by a unique circus family. And that meant that Dick knew you well enough to know that if you were here, you had a good reason to be.

(If you had wanted to chase him when he first left Gotham, you likely would have camped out in the trunk of his car, or you would have shown up at his new apartment the day after he moved in. You wouldn’t have waited this long to contact him.)

“Do us both a favor and cut the bullshit, please.” Dick replied sternly. “Why are you here?”

“Grumpy.” You sighed, sounding defeated.

He waited for a moment, and surely enough - you folded, now willing to directly explain your reason for showing up in Detroit so suddenly.

“I had a vision.” You explained. “A girl. The Raven. A lot of others consider her to be the eater of worlds, but she is the one who is going to save us all, Dick.”

He let out a harsh puff of air, reaching up and running fingers roughly over his temple. Yup, there it was - the headache had fully set in now. He really didn’t need this. Not tonight.

He had known about your visions for a long time. When he was younger, he had been shocked to find out that you had inherited your mother’s ‘gift’. He previously had no clue that her set-up as a sideshow fortune teller with Tarot cards and a large crystal ball wasn’t all psychology tricks and half-guesses she put on for tourists - but in fact, it was actually something informed by larger supernatural forces at play. And it was something you could do as well.

So he was inclined to believe you when you told him about this vague vision, but he also didn’t want to be involved. He had a lot on his plate right now - he didn’t need this.

“Look, I’m sure that whatever you saw was important, but-” He began.

You sighed and shook your head harshly at this ‘but’.

“Why don’t you just take it to New York instead? This kind of thing is way more Donna’s speed, anyway. I’m sure she can help you find this girl, and-”

“That won’t help.” You told him. “The girl is already on her way here.”

You spoke the words with such utter certainty, and it sent shivers up Dick’s spine. The calm, tranquil look on your face - the ominous wiseness you held: it reminded Dick so much of your mother. The other-worldly authority she held that had ultimately gotten her killed. It was strangely creepy.

“Just so you know, I hate it when you say ominous shit like that.” Dick told you, gesturing to your person with stiff offense in his body. “Just because your mother played the creepy voodoo witch for tourists doesn’t mean you have to.”

“I’m not playing.” You replied, exasperated.

You knew that Dick could be frightened of your powers at times. He was someone very logic-based - he built his beliefs around facts. So having you follow your visions and your ‘gut feelings’ when they were never concrete, changing on a dime - he hated the uncertainty and chaos that came with it all. But you had learned to trust yourself and your feelings over time, even if he didn’t.

“And you know, you’re involved in this whether you want to be or not.” You told him, trying to get the conversation back on track. “I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Robin made his first appearance in months last night.”

Dick became stiff at this, and quickly glanced around - as though waiting for someone to appear out of nowhere and point an accusing finger at him, screaming out that he was Robin and he had been caught.

“You can’t help it, Dick Grasyon.” You declared with intense certainty. “You need to save people, you need to feel like you’re making a difference, you-”

“So what, now you expect me to save the whole fucking world?” Dick snapped back.

“She does.” You corrected.

“Who?” He replied - confused and once again annoyed at your mysticism and bold confidence in your visions.

“The Raven.” You told him. “She needs you. And whether you like it or not, you need her.”

You shifted your stance then, waiting for him to tell you that you were right - which was how most of your arguments ended.

But then, as a sick reminder, the lapel of your jacket opened enough for Dick to get a glance at your chest. The neckline of your blouse was wide open, but his eyes weren’t drawn to your cleavage - instead, he became focused on a large scar that you had sitting over your heart. A place where a bullet had ripped through you, leaving you barely alive.

He still remembered the feeling of your blood warm under his hands while you looked up at him with tears in your eyes, begging him to save you. He remembered sitting at your bedside, believing that you would never wake up again.

He couldn’t help but to reach up and gently skim his thumb across the roughness of the scarred skin as he glared at it with a stiff jaw. The touch sent shivers through you - it was the first time he had touched you since that last night in Gotham, when you had woken up to an empty bed and absolutely no explanation as to where he had gone.

Dick felt rage boil inside of him.

How could you ask him to save the world when he had been responsible for this?

This - this was why he was no fucking savior.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He said, choking on the words slightly as he took his hand down, shoving it back into his pocket once again. He had to avoid the temptation of touching you any further.

If you weren’t safe around him, why would some little girl from your visions be?

“This isn’t about me.” You scoffed. “Or-”

‘Or us.’

You held back, knowing how dangerous it was to mention the royal Us around flighty Dick Grayson. For a bird without wings, he was absolutely capable of taking off in a quick moment when he wanted to.

“This is about something so much bigger.” You pressed. “She’ll be here soon.”

Dick let out another strained sigh at you using such ominous words again.

“Well, next time you’re gonna come here and be all ominous and creepy, you should at least bring some coffee.” He told you, sarcasm tight on his lips.

You made a mocking face in return.

“Well, you could be more polite.” You scoffed.

Before Dick could recommend that the two of you go and get a coffee in order to truly catch up, someone called out his name, drawing his attention away from you for a moment.

“Hey, Grayson!” Someone called, sticking their head out the front door. “Prentiss is looking for you!”

When he turned back, you were gone. He tried not to linger on it too much - how creepy it was. You were silent and quick like a ghost - he thought that your ominous jewelry might jingle like a house cat’s bell.

But - he would call you later. Hopefully you still had the same number.

…

Dick walked into the interrogation room, trying to clear his mind of the interaction with you. When he saw a small, scared girl, he thought it best to lighten the mood with a joke.

“Hi, I’m Detective Grayson.” He said, introducing himself. “I hear you like to play baseball with bricks and cop cars. You wanna tell me what happened?”

“You’re him.” She said, whimpering and tearful. “You’re the boy from the Circus.”

At first, Dick thought that everyone was simply being ominous and creepy today. But then he realized:

‘Oh fuck. You were right.’

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A/N: Please do not ask me when this fic will be updated - this fic does not have a schedule.

While this is technically the first chapter in a 'series', each chapter is meant to be enjoyed on its own. The overarching plot of the series is still that of the original Titans show, and I won't be making any major changes to the canon of the show - I just intend to showcase smaller emotional moments between the reader character and the canon characters. This is something I want to work on casually in the background between working on other things. This fic is not my main focus, and I will not be rushing to update it or complete it.

Comments and reblogs are encouraged, and I am thankful for them - but please keep those comments focused on the actual content of the series (it's plot, the characters, their dynamics, etc.). Please do not spam me asking me to update this or asking me when I will update this - because I am not in a rush to do so. I have a lot of ideas for this series that I am excited about, but I want to work on it slowly and casually because I don't want to lose my enthusiasm for it and I know that rushing will take that enthusiasm away.

If you enjoyed this - great, thanks. But if you expect this to be updated weekly like a factory pumping out stuff on a clearly outlined schedule - then you are in the wrong place. If you are expecting constant updates of this fic and you will be disappointed if it doesn't get updated regularly - you should just block me now and pretend you didn't read it. But if you are a patient person - feel free to read and enjoy my other Titans works while I am working on updates for this (and working on other exciting things), and feel free to send me a message telling me what you thought of this fic or other fics in general.

Also - if you can't get Dick Grayson off your mind - my requests are open.

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physalian · 9 months ago

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In Defense of Fanfiction (Or the perfect starting point for your original novel)

Fanfic gets a bad rap pretty much everywhere except Tumblr. It’s misunderstood and misrepresented by its average works, seen as juvenile and cringey, or a banal point of contention between a famous person or piece of media and its fans.

Outside of fanfic that writes about real people, especially smut fics of real people, I support the art wholeheartedly. Fictional characters are one thing, but personally, caricaturing a celebrity’s life for public consumption and writing or drawing them in compromising content without their consent is a little weird. You do you. Don’t like, don’t read, as they say.

Fanfic is the perfect starting point for a few reasons:

It places you in a creative box and forces you to work within those constraints

It does all the worldbuilding and character concepts for you

It lets you write way outside your comfort zone

When published and receiving feedback, it boosts your self-confidence

It's incredibly flexible

It’s practice. All practice is good practice

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Behold your creative box

When I was little I had no idea the majority of fanfic was shipping fics. I always pictured and looked for canon-divergent alternate universes. Like, what if X happened in this episode instead of Y? What if this character never died?

Fanfic demands you work within someone else’s canon, whether it’s an OC in the canonical world, or the canonical characters in an AU. These are like little bowling bumpers saving you from the gutter, but also keeping you on a straight-ish path toward the pins.

The indecisiveness of too many choices can be too intimidating when you’re first starting out. You want to be a writer but you have no idea where to begin, what genre to pick, what characters you want to chronicle, what themes you want to explore.

Even if it sits on your computer never to see the light of day, you still got those creative juices flowing.

Pre-packaged worldbuilding

Sometimes all we want is to get to the good stuff. Maybe I want to write a story about elemental magicians but Last Airbender already exists and I just want to play in a pre-existing sandbox. So I write some OCs into that world and have a free-for-all.

I don’t have to come up with my own lore, world history, magic system rules and mechanics, politics, geography—any of it. I get to just focus on the characters.

Even if you’re writing an AU, like say a coffee shop AU, you don’t have to think about brand new characters, you can just think “What would M do?” and go from there. The trade-off is your readers will expect canonical characters to behave in-character, but I think it’s worth it.

Stretch beyond your comfort zone!

Do you hate writing action scenes? Go practice with a shonen anime fic. Need work on dialogue? Write some high-fantasy fic, or a courtroom drama. Practice a fistfight by watching fistfights and writing what you see, and do it over and over again until what you read makes you feel like you're watching what’s on screen.

But beyond that—practice genres that you aren’t super familiar with. If you’re new to fantasy, write fantasy fic. Or a mystery novel/show, thriller, comedy, satire, adventure, what have you. The nature of fanfic still gives you those “guardrails” and you can get some brutally honest feedback on how you’re doing.

And, of course, the realm of M-rated romance and smut fics. I haven’t because I think I would die of embarrassment if I tried and I never intend to include sex scenes in my works anyway, but if you do want to, use the internet as your test audience. Post it on a throwaway account if you’re nervous.

Build that self-confidence!

The fandoms I used to write for are super dead, so it’s insane how I still get email notifications that so-and-so liked my fic to this day. Comments are as elusive as ever, but random strangers on the internet telling me they liked my work is a magical reassurance that my writing isn’t actually awful.

Random strangers on the internet are, as we all know, beholden to no moral obligation to be kind to your little avatar face, or be kind to be polite. So a rando taking the time to like my work or even leave a positive comment can feel more honest than one of my friends telling me what they think I want to hear.

I tend to avoid the more present aspects of fandom like online communities, forums, social media, what have you, so I get a delayed and diluted aspect of any given fandom through completed works. Which means, in general, I get to avoid the worst and most toxic aspects of fandom and get to sift through positive feedback and critique.

Even if your fanfic isn’t written with stellar prose, it’s fanfic. We don’t expect Pulitzer-prize winning content. And if your work isn’t up to snuff, people are more likely to just ignore it than put you on blast (at least in my experience, I never got a bad comment or a “flame” in the old FFN days).

Fanfic doesn’t care about the rules of published literature

On the one hand, try not to practice bad habits, but with this point I mean that your layout, punctuation, formatting, paragraph styles, chapter length–all of it is beholden to no rules. I get as annoyed as the next reader with giant blocks of paragraphs, or the double-spacing between pages of single-sentence paragraphs, but if the story’s good enough I might ignore it.

There’s more than just straight narrative fics, though. People write “chat” fics, or long streams of text and group chat conversations. The scene breaks can come super rapidly–I’ve seen fics with a single sentence in between line breaks to show the passage of time. And without the polish of a traditionally published novel, I’ve never seen a purer distillation of author voice in any medium more than fanfic.

All practice is good practice

Even if it’s crack fiction, or a one-off one-shot, or something meant to be lighthearted and straightforward and free from complex worldbuilding and intricate plots. It really helps break writer’s block when you can shift gears and headspaces entirely and you can get relatively instant feedback to keep you motivated.

Beyond that, the “guardrails” help you stay consistent as far as character growth and personality if you struggle with designing rich characters.

The most recent fanfic I wrote was just a couple years ago, for a dead fandom I didn’t think would get any traffic whatsoever. It wasn’t my original works, but the feedback on that fic gave me the kick in the butt I needed to get back into writing more seriously.

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In short, I support fanfic. I may not be proud of my earliest fics' prose now, but I am proud that they walked so I can now run.

#writing advice #writing resources #writing tips #writing tools #writing a book #writing #writeblr #fanfic #fanfiction #archive of our own #ao3 #ffn

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guess-that-ship · 3 months ago

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Guess That Ship Tournament Season 13: Badly Describe Your Ship! Submissions CLOSED

The Concept: You "badly" describe your ship* to me, I pick out the submissions which I find most funny and compelling and pit them against each other without revealing who they are, people vote on them, and their identities gets revealed once they’re eliminated.

Submission Guidelines

*For the purpose of this tournament, relationships do not have to be romantic in nature. (I’m sometimes going to use “ship” as a shorthand, just know I mean “relationships” in general.)

Relationship can be between any number of characters.

Real people are accepted if they’ve been dead for more than 100 years.

Roleplay characters are accepted as long as the description only pertains to the characters and not the players.

Crossover ships are only allowed if the crossover is official.

OCs are accepted. (However, OC x Canon is not accepted. Please do not submit other people's OCs without their permission.)

No overtly NSFW submissions. (Mentioning they have sex or are a sex worker is fine, but try to avoid anything more than that.)

Two submissions per person. (Do not submit the same ship twice. I cannot enforce this on Google Forms without forcing you to log in. So just be champs and respect this rule.)

Failure to follow these guidelines may result in all of your submissions being disqualified for this season.

Summary Guidelines

Selection Process: I will read through the list of descriptions submitted without reading their names and pick the most funny and compelling submissions. Then, I will check the name to make sure there's no repeats.

Bring something unique to the table. Make sure to describe their relationship, not just summarize the events of the story.

The description of a badly-described ship is ideally one or two sentences long. Descriptions should not exceed 100 words.

Descriptions should be based on canon, not headcanon. (e.g. You can say “they love each other” instead of “they’re lovers” if their romantic nature is debatable.)

Avoid author commentary. (e.g. "They're canonically x," "I love them," "Play/watch/read this," etc.)

Use canonical pronouns.

Avoid identifying information or setting specific giveaways. (i.e. ninja village, space necromancers.)

When submitting OCs, please make sure to at least put a name somewhere. (e.g. "John and Bob by anonymous" or "OCs by Joey.")

The more popular your ship is the more vague the description should be.

I will be more lenient with submissions this season, given "badly" is subjective, but you should still keep these guidelines in mind when writing your summary.

Exclusions

Ships that were accepted in Season 7 onwards and ships that at least reached the semifinals in Season 1-6 are not allowed. For a complete list, please look here. (No need to look through the whole list, just Ctrl+F to find the ship you want.)

Any submissions from Harry Potter will also not be included.

Notes

I will not vet the ships/pairings for problematic content.

If you participate in this tournament, know that you run the risk of unintentionally voting for your nOTP. The mod does not take any responsibility for any distress that may cause you.

There will be a limit of one ship per media in the bracket. You may submit two ships from the same media, but keep in mind only one ship will be able to get in. (A series or franchise will generally count as one media, but they will be evaluated on a case by case basis.)

Submit your ships here! Submissions will be open until Sunday, October 6th at 9 PM EDT.

Please reblog this post to spread the word! The more submissions, the better!

#tournament poll #submission call #tumblr tournament #s13

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kalpeavaris · 3 months ago

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Other than the AU gang do you have any murder drones ocs?

Oh, I am SO glad you asked anon! I've been waiting to spam my profile with my OCs but with my AU project going off lately I was hesitant if people would even be interested in original characters or even other stories that don't primarily involve the canon characters. :D

So let me hit you with the giant wall of text that is all this stowed concept art & story I have lying around waiting to finally be released (especially written, lol) Below the cut is all the information to my AU/own story set after the Absolute Solvers defeat in 3071.

Lemme introduce you to my personal project:

"Murder Drones: Echo"

“It takes a demon to kill an angel.”

Let's start with the most important stuff, the characters! This line-up is relatively fresh but it still misses 1-2 characters (especially SD-K) which I haven't finished designing yet. A little bit of info is written below the characters, buuut to add more context Imma just speedrun through them lol

Alot of these characters can be found on TOYHOUSE! (requires you to be logged in, sorry :c)

Serial Designation Y - Trans-masc host (build intended to be female presenting, doesn't love that though. He identifies with the male type much more and it shows). He's the secondary host to ECHO, the main antagonist of the story and has 6 wings (not feathered, they're shaped from membrane and take the shape of feathered wings).

Serial Designation D - A character that is also set on appearing in my MD AUs (like Synemy) - and she has appeared in the Synemy fanfiction before as a flashback character that worked with Cyn! She's a former maid and was rebuilt as Disassembly Drone by the Solver itself. As Dina (her true name) had feelings for Cyn she followed the Solver thanks to it using Cyns body as host. She's neither a good nor bad person in the story but rather a neutral force that just wants to be left alone.

Serial Designation X - A Communication Disassembly Drone that worked in a squad with K & T. She's fairly quiet and rarely talks and if she does, it's mainly to bring up good points. Or to insult someone because they're annoying, lmao. She wears glasses as she misses the main eyes DDs have (the yellow lights on the headband) - she's incredibly short sighted and therefore rarely ever involves herself in aerial fights. She uses close-combat techniques as she used to be a ring fighter before being rebuild.

Serial Designation T - The navigator of the 3-people-squad with X & K. He LOVES 1980s music and salvages places online & IRL for music and CDs. He's not above rick-rolling people. B) He met Kira in 3050s where his programming to kill Solver Hosts was overwritten by the Solver, causing him to become neutral towards her. One thing led to another and they had a child. Whoops! (they're madly in love)

You can also find more stuff on him (and Kira!) on their shared Pinterest Profile B)

Evie (also spelled "Eve") - Ts & Kiras daughter. Her body was constructed to be a hybrid of both a Worker Drone & a Disassembly Drone. She's the perfect middle ground of her parents (not only regarding her height). Her drive to kill Workers is not really present, though she can be very "feral" if she's starving. Still needs Oil to survive and cannot go into the sun - doesn't have nanite acids, but instead a stinger. T made sure not to give her acid. He's worried she'll hurt herself with it.

Kira ("ZWEI") - Kira is one of the Drones that was held at the Cabin Fever Labs similar to Nori and Yeva. She was number 24 (yes ik there's a name for that number in the show but since those names are names from workers on the MD staff team they're more easter eggs and less canon ig) and as a communication drone, her Solver gave her differing powers. She escaped from the labs in the mid 3050s after a botched patch and found herself an Outpost to reside in until she met T. Kiras antennas were able to pick up communication between the Solver & the landing pots, making her aware of the upcoming threat. Her existence as com-drone makes it easy for Echo to manipulate her as well as she cannot tune out incoming signals easily.

Motte - Motte is Echos main host (similar to how Cyn was to the Absolute Solver), with the exception that Echo doesn't inhabit her body all the time; only if it needs to speak through her. Motte is completely blind, her visor crached & her left eye replaced by Echos symbol that glows when she's in active possession. Before the possession she was a worker drone in Outpost 4 and quite a friendly individual. Ever since being possessed Motte is extremely paranoid, doesn't speak (semi-voluntarily, since she fears hearing her voice thinking it might be Echo). She's close with Y due to them sharing the same fate as hosts and he's the only person she allows around her. She's not evil or even slightly motivated to follow Echos commands, she's simply being used against her will (dw, she'll get her comfort to the hurt).

ECHO - main villain of the whole thing. Echo itself is a mutated line of code that seperated itself from the Absolute Solver code back in the Cabin Fever Labs when the humans experiemented with it. It mainly affects communication drones and was first seen within Kira, although it was patched from her and moved onto Motte for it's main host. It's a true neutral entity in the beginning, not differencing good from bad or even having slightly grey area understanding. It does *does*. In the evolution of the story Echo gains a pretty dangerous god complex, seeking out power beyond understanding. Other than the Solver it doesn't wish to satisfy hunger or seek out matter to consume, instead, it wants to experience true ascencion - human emotions and more. It's highly motivated by it's drive to know things, being inspired by human religion (especially christianity) with it's true form being a humongus Ophanim inspired burning wheel that is formed from biological matter, eyes and light.

Echo assumes a more "drone-like" appearance when not needing it's massive true form. It tries to imitate the Workers and well... fails, since it doesn't really look like any normal Worker Drone. It really loves halo symbolism which also results in it's powers and main emblem/symbol being a halo-like structure that manifests in it's victims eye. For that it usually destroys the eye in place. Echo is very capable, though not immortal. Like the Solver there is a way to contain it, but for spoiler reasons I won't share this for now!

(Not shown on this chart but imma share them anyways!)

Serial Designation K - K is one of the squad members that came to Copper-9 with T & X. While T and X slowly started to warm up to Kira and not actively killing the Workers anymore she herself was entirely disconnected from that. K is, to be frank, just fucking through the roof. She enjoys the Solvers task of killing off the life around planets and gladly does so. Stopping just because a Worker "is nice" isn't on her to-do list so she's... well, more or less excluded from the Squad which made her angry. On one hand - understandable, on the other hand she's killing everything she sees, sooo...

She's a minor antagonist in the story and serves as obstacle to go through. Even with the Solver gone K isn't convinced to stop which comes with a price to pay if you actively try to hinder people from finding their loved ones. :X

Alex - Alex is a human soldier from another exoplanet that wasn't yet destroyed by the Solver - the Iron system. He works in the IDF (iron defense force) and when the military on Iron-3 get the message that Solver activity has been spotted again in the Copper System (as well as Echos activity) he and his team is sent to Copper-9 to weed out the reminaing Solver Hosts (and later on Echo Hosts). Alex isn't the biggest fan of Drones but works with Iris to keep their mission afloat.

Iris - Iris is a Drone built to assist in military-grade operations. She's a bit similar to Disassembly Drones (though with differening looks) that is working with Alex' squad in order to destroy Solver Hosts & remnants still alive on Copper-9 to avoid another spread (not being aware that the Solver itself is contained and still alive... oh well... sounds like drama. Hehe.) Her name is an acronym for Intelligent Response and Information System.

So, what's the story? Is there anywhere I can look for stuff?

Well, the story right now is still being written & in draft form. It'll be released on my AO3 when it's presentable!

Basically the story plays after the Solvers defeat in 3071 and spans over a few months. It starts of with a semingly smaller mission of Evie searching for her parents who've gone missing after the Solvers defeat - trying to make sense from the entire situation only to stumble onto something WAY bigger than she (and the people helping her) anticipated in finding.

Will there be canon characters?

Yes! Since the B Plot of the story also revolves around humans trying to kill off the remaining Solver Hosts (and the Solver itself) canon characters will be included too. Obviously the characters from Outpost 3 such as Uzi, N & V primarily.

There will also be canon & fanon character interaction! B)

Anything else I could seek out for this story?

Check out this cool playlist I made for the story! It has edgy songs (woah! who could've thought when it's about MD?!), sad songs! (i love making characters suffer for plot purposes!), cool fight songs (NICE robots smashing each other to bits on the battlefield! B)) and much more (which will be expanded upon in the future hehe)

#murder drones #ask #anonymous #murder drones: echo #original characters #own characters #fancharacters #murder drones fanfiction #murder drones fanart #murder drones oc #aint gonna list all the OCs names for tag purposes LMAO too many of them #synemy

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Tears of a Villainess ⭑˚🗡️⭑ 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟

yandere!ocs x reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Reincarnation isn't as great as it sounds, especially when you've been reborn as none other than the villainess. Fated to die if you stand in the heroine's way, you immediately resolve to distance yourself from the plot. As long as you have nothing to do with any of the relevant characters, surely, you'll be able to avoid an untimely death. But in a horrible turn of events, the heroine ends up wanting to get close to you. Are you really doomed to meet the villainess' tragic end? Or is there an even more sinister fate that awaits you?

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Even though your parents are furious with you for breaking off your engagement, you don't regret what you did.

After all, how could you? The relationship with Alistair was doomed to fail anyway. He's destined to fall in love with the heroine and would ultimately have ended the engagement of his own accord. But even if you make sure not to antagonize the main character, there's no telling what this universe has in store for you. It's highly likely that your death flag will activate the moment the canon plot is set in motion, and when that happens, you need to be uninvolved as humanly possible.

You made the right choice. Granted, you ruffled some feathers in the process, but you still think it's better to nip a problem in the bud rather than let it fester and screw you later on.

Your father isn't having it, though.

"The Calderwood family won't even speak to me!" he fumes, stomping around your room like some huffy preschooler. "I requested an audience with Duke Calderwood, and he snubbed me outright! What a disgrace you've brought upon this family! Do you feel no shame whatsoever!?"

Hardly any, to be honest.

You fiddle with a lock of your hair, visibly disinterested. At the end of the day, you're just looking out for yourself, and the best way to do that is to ensure none of the crucial characters have anything to do with you. It sucks if you hurt Alistair's feelings, but you'll gladly take that over dying a gruesome death. You know what your priorities are, and you intend to stick to them.

Surely your father would prefer having a living, breathing daughter over a dead one, no?

"I'm sorry, father. But like I said, I genuinely don't think that relationship would have lasted. Alistair didn't seem to care for me much either. I'm willing to bet he would have ended the engagement at some point, whether I took the initiative or not."

"Such shamelessness," your father scoffs. "Everything you say is completely and utterly preposterous. Do you really take me for a fool?"

I mean, those are just the facts, but whatever floats your boat, I guess.

He clenches his jaw. "I told you the other day that you would regret your selfish actions, but it seems like you have yet to com to terms with the weight of the situation. But don't worry. Starting today, you'll learn remorse. I'm going to put you through hell to make you wish you never acted out in the first place."

You gulp. He's saying he's going to put you through hell, and that certainly didn't sound appealing. Shit. You knew ending things with Alistair was bound to have consequences, and ultimately, you still think the safest choice, but you can't deny that you're feeling pretty nervous right now.

What is he going to do to you? Is he the type of parent to enact physical discipline on his child? Does he intend to slowly deprive you of your meals, or confine you to a small, prison-like room for days to end?

Truly, the possibilities are endless, and the more you imagine it, the more terrified you become.

Shit is about to hit the fan.

"...I want you to complete all of this by the end of the day."

You blink. There's been a change in locatioon, and you're currently in one of his offices. Your father dragged you here against your will while you screamed bloody murder. Since you're still very much unfamiliar with the layout of the manor, you were convinced he was taking you to one of the secret torture chambers.

But no, it's just an ordinary office, equipped with an impressively large collection of bookshelves, as well as the desk you're sitting at.

You watch, somewhat mystified, as your father slams a notebook down in front of you, along with a few pens and pencils.

"All of these questions," he repeats. "You are to finish every single one of them by the end of the day. And you won't be permitted to leave this room until you do. If you end up having to stay up all night to work on them, I don't care. This is what you get for acting with no regard to your own family."

...this is your father's idea of a punishment?

"I know how much you hate doing academic work," he smiles smugly. "I understand if you feel like crying. But I really have to put my foot down this time. You've simply gone too far. It's time for you to learn that you can't always get what you want."

You stare at him in disbelief.

He's either fucking with you, or you've totally lucked out and discovered that your father isn't at all the scary, strict parent you assumed he was.

"So... I have to solve all these math problems," you clarify. "And once I do... I can leave and get on with the rest of my day."

Your father snorts. "Well, sure. But we both know you won't be getting out of here anytime soon. And don't misunderstand. This isn't only a one-time punishment. From now on, you'll be expected to study every single day. Did you think I was kidding? You made a grave mistake, and you need to face the consequences."

"A-Alright," you stammer, doing your best to keep a straight face. It's tremendously difficult not to laugh, because you got a pretty good look at most of those math problems.

Needless to say, this is going to be a piece of cake.

Your father heads to the door, but he stops before leaving to glare pointedly at you. "I'm serious," he warns. "I have a servant posted by the door who will inform me if you dare to snea kout before completing your work. There's no way out of this. I'm afraid you're just going to have to suffer, my dear."

"I understand, father." You make a big show of nodding your head with a somber, repentant expression. "It's going to be hard, but I'll do whatever it takes for you to forgive me."

He shakes his head and mutters something to himself - probably that you're stupid and have no chance of finishing all these questions in time - then he finally leaves the room.

The moment he's gone, you crack your knuckles.

"Adorable," you muse. "He thinks this is a lot of work? For a modern-age university student with virtually no sleep schedule?"

Spoiler alert: it isn't.

You get down to the grindm and just as you predicted, tis may as well be child's play for an overworked student such as yourself. You're used to having to meet unreasonable deadlines, having to work with uncooperative group members to complete massive projects and earn a decent grade. And of course, you're also no stranger when it comes to cramming desperately the night before an exam.

This is, to put it simply - light work.

But it seems like the villainess wasn't exactly the brightest of the bunch (which is really no surprise), because the servant posted at the door lets out a flustered squal once you step out of the room.

"Lady [Name]!" he exclaims. "Please, get back inside the room immediately! Your father specifically told me not to let you leave until you finished all your work!"

"But I have finished," you say simply.

"You... what?"

"I'm done. I solved all the problems."

You lift up the notebook and start turning pages so that he can see every question has been completely filled in.

The servant's jaw drops open.

"U-Um," he splutters nervously. "That is... well, I mean... I-I myself am not educated enough to review these, so I will need to get your father's opinion on this matter. Please, wait right here!"

He runs off without a moment's delay, and soon enough, you hear a loud voice booming across the hallway.

"...what do you mean she's already done?"

Your father must think you're trying to pull a fast one on him, because he seems just about ready to explode when he storms up to you. He even shakes his fist in frustration. Not with the intention of hurting you, but more to say, seriously? You're really going to try this shit with me?

[Name], I'm not even a little amused," he scowls. "I thought I made it very clear that you are not to leave this room until you finish all the work I've assigned you!"

"I really have completed all the questions, though," you insist, handing him the notebook. "Here. Please take a look. I wanted you to check my answers in case I made any mistakes."

He scoffs derisively and snatches the notebook from your hands, clearly prepared for disappointment. "Just to be clear, I meant that you need to solve them. As in, answer all the questions properly. You can't just scribble random nonsense and call it a day-"

He stops rambling mid-sentence. You watch, rather amused, as his eyes dart across the pages you've filled in. All of a sudden, he isn't bitching you out anymore, and you have a pretty good feeling why.

"They're... they're all correct," he mumbles in disbelief. "But how is this possible? You're just... you've always been so..."

Stupid? Tactless? A complete waste of a character?

"...so bad at studying!" he exclaims.

Ah. It looks like he decided to go with a milder insult. What a considerate father he is.

"I've worked really hard," you state matter-of-factly. "I feel horrible about letting you down, and I want to prove I'm capable. From now on, I intend to be disciplined and driven, every single day."

Your father takes several steps back, and he raises his hands defensively, looking as though he's just seen a ghost.

"S-Something isn't right..." he mumbles, visibly pale. "You, there! Are you positive [Name] never left the room? Is it possible she snuck out at some point and got someone to solve these questions for her?"

The servant furiously shook his head. "I assure you, my lord, I was right there standing watch the whole time! Nobody entered or left the room. I swear on my life."

Even though he was clearly trying to be reassuring, it seems his words have had the opposite effect.

Your father looks even more distraught.

[Name], what's the matter with you?" he asks in a hushed, almost fearful tone. "You're acting strange. Even your mother was saying that you didn't quite seem like yourself the other day."

He's suspicious. And why wouldn't he be? You're not his actual daughter. In fact, you're an entirely different person - from a different reality, at that.

Perhaps most people would say the smartest thing to do is play the role you've been given. To emulate the villianess, [Name], and do your best to convince everyone that you're the same insufferable scumbag they've always known.

And if you had been transmigrated into virtually any other body, that's probably what you would have done.

But living the way [Name] did -by making enemies left and right- is a recipe for disaster. You've already seen her story play out, and you know how it ends.

In horrible, painful death.

So, yes. You're not exactly being subtle about your approach. People are bound to notice that you're not an abusive brat all of a sudden. They're going to be flabbergasted by your behavior, and it's practically unavoidable.

You've already decided how you want to live in this world. Here, you will completely rebrand the woman known as [Name], and you will rid yourself of this miserable 'villianess' status. It's unfortunate that your parents can't seem to recognize their own daughter, but they'll just have to come to terms with it.

From now on, you're [Name.]

And so, you smile.

"I apologize, father. I understand why this change must be shocking to you. But I realized recently that I want to build a different kind of life. I'm ashamed of the way I've behaved until now. It's time for me to grow up and start doing things differently. This is a promise I made to myself."

Both your father and the servant still appear to be visibly stunned. Well, it's not exactly the kind of transformation that's easy to swallow, you suppose. It's basically the equivalent of a caterpillar turning into a butterfly.

"I promise to work very hard from now on," you say. "I'll show you that I can find a respectable man to take Alistair's place, and I'll keep up with my studies as well. If I do a good job and prove I am serious about this, will you forgive me for ending this engagement?"

Your father struggles to find the words. "I-I suppose and that would be acceptable, but-"

"Great! Again, I really am sorry about what happened. But everything will work out in the end. You'll see."

Befor ehe cn even think of a response, you've already taken to happily skipping down the hallways, humming a tune as you do.

He blinks repeatedly.

"What in the world just happened?"

Since you completed all your work, as promised, your father leaves you alone for the rest of the day. It turns out that neither of your parents in this world is particularly strict. Certainly not as strict as your real parents, at least. Well, they died a few years back, which you figure is probably for the best, otherwise they'd be mourning your absence right about now.

Anyways, the Alistair situation seems to have been resolved. As long as you prove that you can excel academically, and you eventually marry some other rich, successful man, it sounds like your family will leave you to your own devices.

Now, you finally get to do the thing you've most been looking forward to.

"Let's get out of town!" you exclaim.

Fiona, who you've since learned is your designated personal maid, tilts her head to the side while folding some sheets into a drawer.

"Into town, my lady? Are you sure it would be alright for you to do that? I worry your father might get awfully upset again..."

It hasn't been long since you've awoken in this world, and naturally, she's still quite afraid of you. Still, you can tell that she's slowly starting to let her guard down. At first, she was visibly confused and probably thought that you were putting on an act, but it seems like she's starting to realize that you've geuinely changed for the better.

"I finished all the work he gave me," you beam. "He seemed really surprised I managed to answer every question correctly, and in such a short time too. I asked him if I'm allowed to leave the manor, and he said I could."

Seriously. You're definetly not complaining about it, but your parents don't really know how to put their foot down and give you a proper punishment. You figured you would basically be under house arrest after breaking up with Alistair.

It's really no surprise that the villainess turned out to be a spoiled brat.

Fiona stands up and dusts her apron off. "Th-That's very impressive, Lady [Name]. I had no idea you were so smart."

There's a pause, and then she lets out a gasp, having just realized what she said.

"I-I didn't mean to say that I thought you were unintelligent!" she insists. "I always knew that you were smart, but um... um... I just didn't know you were extremely smart! R-Right. That's what I meant. Please don't... please don't be upset with me..."

She whimpers, shoulders trembling uncontrollably. Unfortunately, it looks like you still have a long way to go before she feels comfortable around you, and doesn't live in constant fear that she'll be punished for saying the wrong thing.

"Don't worry, I know what you meant," you chuckle. "I take no offense to it. Besides, it's completely understandable that you would be shocked. My father certainly was. I have to admit, I wasn't exactly working hard before. I didn't put much effort in. But now that I'm actually taking things seriously, it shows."

Fiona lets out a sigh of relief. "O-Of course, my lady. It's very cmmendable that you've decided to put in your best effort."

"Anyways, long story short, my father agreed to let me go out. Since I want to head into town, would you mind accompanying me? Even though I have permission to leave, he still doesn't want me going all by myself. ANd I'd definitely prefer to take you over someone else."

"You'd... prefer to go with me?" Fiona blinks, incredulous.

"Of course! I know you the best out of everyone, so you're obviously my favorite," you happily state.

Fiona takes a few moments to let your words sink in, and it semms like she must be pretty flattered, because she makes a shy face and blushes fiercely.

"I-I'm honored that you would say that," she mumbles, still too flustered to look you in the eye.

Oh my god. She's so cute! I just want to hug her and squish her cheeks.

"If you'll have me, then I'll gladly accompany you," she nods. "Please let me know if there's anything I need to bring along. I'll pack everything into a bag."

"Don't worry about tht. I'm not bringing anything with me. I just want to go out for a little stroll around town and stretch my legs."

You're not really lying. It's not like you have anything specific in mind, but ever since you got here, you've been wanting to explore as much as you can. After all, it's not every day you get reincarnated into a fictional world. You figure it is time to let you inner fangirl out.

And so, with Fiona at your side, you hop into a carriage and take a quick trip to the center of town.

"... holy shit, it looks even cooler than I thought it would!"

You're so excited that you accidentally voice your thoughts aoud, but thankfully, Fiona doesn't think much of it. Considering how crazy you've been acting lately, she doesn't really dwell on most of what you say.

Anyways, you're actually here! It's kind of amazing when you think about it. There's so much of this world that you have yet to explore - all sorts of places that you saw in the game - and it's unreal that it's all right within reach.

It's not like your old life as horrible or anything, but you have to admit that this new one is endlessly more exciting.

Well, setting aside all the different ways you could die, of course.

Fiona offers you an encouraging smile. "Lead the way, my lady. You've worked really hard, so you more than deserve this break."

Honestly, you wouldn't consider doing a few pages of math problems that hard, but you'll take the praise regardless.

It goes without saying, but you don't really know where you're going. There are a few spots that you caught glimpses of while playing the game through the heroine's point of view, but this world obviously has a lot more to explore than what was shown.

Good thing you've got no place to be.

"Let's go there," you point excitedly, "and also there. After that we'll stop by there. Oh! And it looks like they've got all kinds of food stands scattered about. I want to try everything. Even if it seems like I'm about to puke, please dont try to stop me. I'm willing to take the risk."

Fiona stammers out a few protests as she desperately tries to keep up with your breakneck pace. You could certainly afford to take your time, but you want to see as much of the town as possible. There's a bunch of other places you want to visit too. It's hard to pace yourself when this is such an incredible-

"Thief! That man stole from me! Someone stop him!"

You turn around in a hurry, and sure enough, some guy is sprinting down the street as if his life depends on it. He's holding a big brown bag filled to the brim with fruits and vegetables, it seems. A petty theft, but a theft nevertheless.

Hold on, isn't this the perfect opportunity? If I step in to catch a thief, surely your horrible reputation will have to improve.

A smile spreads across your lips. What luck! It looks like you'll be able to demonstrate your endless generosity even sooner than expected.

Fiona starts pulling on your arm. "Lady [Name], please be careful. We should get out of the way and-"

"Halt, thief!"

Ignoring Fiona's protests, you step into the middle of the street and stand there with your hands squared upon your hips. You're still a noble, after al. Your words and actions carry a lot of weight around these parts. He'll have to think twice about stealing.

Except your act of bravery doesn't exactly go over the way you planned, and instead of being intimidated by your authoritative presence, the thief grits his teeth.

He also pulls out a knife.

"Get the hell out of the my way, bitch!"

Oh, balls.

It looks like you mght have bitten off more than you can chew. Fiona outright screams at the sight of the man charging straight towards you, knife pointed outwards, and she pulls you back so hard that you trip and fall to the ground.

There you lie, helpless and vulnerable, but fortunately, you are spared.

"...I'd avise you to stop running while I have both of your legs."

It takes a moment for your disoreintation to fade, but you swear you hear the sound of a sword being drawn.

Hardly two seconds later, the knife the thief was holding is knocked onto the ground, mere inches away from you.

The thief has been apprehended.

"Are you alright, my lady?"

Someone approaches you. It's a man, but the sounds of it, and the same one that just spoke earlier. You groan weakly. It certainly wasn't a pleasant fall, but you're glad Fiona acted in time, otherwise you might not have evaded the thief's knife.

"Here," the same man says, offering you his hand. "Allow me."

"Oh, thank you."

You blink away the fuzziness in your eyes and reach up to grab the man's hand. His grip is strong, and he pulls you to your feet with ease.

Finally, you meet his gaze.

And all the blood drains from your face.

"You're not hurt, are you?" he frowns, examining you for any possible injuries. "What you did just then was incredibly reckless. You never know whether or not these criminals are armed, not to mention that a young lady such as yourself shouldn't be taking on that kind of risk. Please be more careful from now on."

You didn't know how to respond. Try as you might, the words just won't form.

This man... you know him. In fact, you know him shockingly well. Having played through the game for hours on end, you couldn't possibly forget his face, not even if you tried.

His name is Carmine Mortis, he's a knight, and he is yet another one of the heroine's love interests.

But if things go wrong...

He is also the man who will publicly execute you.

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