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Scorched Hearts IX

Summary:

'We loved with a love that was more than love - Edgar Allen Poe'

Valaena takes justice into her hands after she makes a discovery, and Aemond sees his sweet wife in a whole new light.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Language, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Confrontation, Violence, Murder/Death, Blood, Smut, Rough P in V,

AEMOND x O.C Niece

Word Count: 4150

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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Valaena had always been perceptive, and it hadn’t taken long for her to notice Mira’s not-so-subtle attempts to repeatedly gain Aemond’s attention.

The young dark haired maid fluttered around him like a moth drawn to a flame, her eyes lingering far too long, her touches grazing his arm under the guise of serving him, her flirtations barely concealed by faux innocence.

It was clear what Mira wanted. But no matter how hard she tried, Aemond remained utterly indifferent to her advances.

He only had an eye for Valaena, his love unwavering, and his disinterest seemed to frustrate Mira to no end.

Lirri, ever vigilant and fiercely loyal, had taken it upon herself to sabotage Mira’s seduction attempts.

Whether it was "accidentally" spilling wine on Mira’s dress or intercepting her before she could approach Aemond, Lirri had become a formidable force standing in the way of the maid’s ambitions.

Arro, Aemond’s loyal guard, appeared to be in on it as well, watching Mira with hawk-like intensity and shadowing Aemond more than usual.

Their quiet efforts to protect Valaena and Aemond’s marriage had not gone unnoticed by her, and she had found their devotion comforting.

But then one day, everything changed.

Valaena had been tending to the children in the gardens when Lirri, who had been standing nearby, suddenly swayed on her feet.

She pressed a trembling hand to her nose as blood began to trickle from it, her eyes wide with confusion before she collapsed onto the grass.

Panic surged through Valaena as she quickly rushed to her side, calling loudly for help.

The maesters had arrived swiftly, attending to Lirri and examining her condition.

Their conclusion had been grim—Lirri had ingested some form of poison, although they couldn't be sure what.

Aemond had been livid, his fury barely contained as he ordered the entire manse into lockdown.

No one was allowed to come or go and Arro had been reassigned to guard the children exclusively.

And much to Valaena's displeasure, Mira had taken over as her personal lady in Lirri's absence.

Valaena had grown incredibly fond of Lirri, not just as a servant but as a friend. She spent hours by her bedside, clutching Lirri's hand, praying to the gods for her survival.

The maesters had induced her into a deep sleep with milk of the poppy, claiming it was necessary for her body to purge the poison.

Each day that passed felt like a waiting game, as Lirri’s still form lay in the bed, a shadow of her former vibrant self.

Despite Aemond’s best efforts to root out the culprit, there had been no clear suspect. No one seemed to know how the poison had entered the manse, but Valaena did.

The answer had been there all along, glaringly obvious to her.

It was Mira.

The tension had been building for days as Valaena watched the sly maid carry out her duties with a false air of innocence.

The sight of her smiling, knowing what she had done, made Valaena’s blood boil.

It wasn’t until one night, after the children were put to bed and Arro had resumed his watch, that Valaena decided she could wait no longer.

Steeling herself, Valaena moved through the manse, her footsteps quiet as she approached Mira’s chambers.

She pushed the door open, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was empty, which gave her the opportunity she needed.

She began searching through Mira’s things, rifling through drawers and cupboards. At first, there was nothing unusual, just the typical belongings of a maid. But then, in the bottom drawer, Valaena found something that made her stomach churn.

One of Aemond's cotton shirts, a pair of his small clothes, and even a lock of his silver hair, all neatly hidden away.

Valaena's hands trembled as she stared at the items—proof of Mira’s twisted obsession with Aemond.

It was no longer just an attempt at seduction. This was something far more dangerous.

Slamming the drawer shut in a fit of rage, Valaena stormed out of the room.

She wondered where Mira was, but luckily she didn’t have to search far as she found the little harlot in her chambers, lounging naked on her bed, a smug smile on her face as though she was clearly expecting Aemond.

Valaena's voice was cold as steel. "Well, what do we have here?"

But when Mira saw Valaena standing there instead of the one she desired, her expression quickly shifted to one of shock and fear as she scrambled to cover herself, but it was too late.

Valaena shut the door behind her with a soft click, her movements slow and deliberate.

Her voice was low and menacing as she stepped closer to Mira, her eyes gleaming with cold fury. "Did you really think that you could just try and take what is mine?"

Mira trembled, her naked body shaking under Valaena’s withering gaze. "I—I didn’t mean to—" she stammered, scrambling for an excuse.

Valaena’s laughter was sharp, cruel. "So, you're in my bed naked because?"

Mira’s voice quivered, "Please, have mercy, my lady. I beg you—"

Valaena cut her off with a venomous sneer. "Mercy? Like the mercy you granted Lirri when you poisoned her?" Her words were like a blade cutting deep.

"I-I didn’t—" Mira started, but Valaena suddenly lunged forward, looming over her like a dark storm.

"Don’t fucking lie to me!" Valaena snarled, her voice dripping with anger. "Lirri was getting in the way of your pathetic attempts to seduce my husband, so of course, you needed her out of the way. Or-" Valaena’s eyes darkened further, her tone chilling. "-Was the poisoned wine meant for me? So that I may die, and you could swoop in, and offer my poor grieving husband a shoulder to cry on, hoping that he'd fall into your arms?"

"I-I d-don't-" stuttered Mira.

"Oh give it up, your innocent little girl act won't work on me" snarled Valaena.

Mira stood frozen as Valaena threw her dress at her, the red anc creame cotton fabric sliding against her trembling hands.

"Get dressed, Now-" Valaena commanded, watching the girl with cold, calculating eyes.

Once Mira had hastily pulled the dress over her shoulders, she whispered, "Please, my lady, I just—"

Valaena cut her off again, her voice lethal. "-What makes you think that Aemond would even cast you a second glance?"

Mira swallowed hard, fear twisting her features. "Your husband is a very beautiful man," she whispered, her eyes pleading for understanding.

Valaena laughed again, this time louder. "Indeed he is," she agreed, her voice coldly amused. "But there is far more to him than just his looks." She took another step forward, her gaze never leaving Mira. "-Come on, tell me what else you like about my husband."

Mira hesitated, her fear growing more palpable with each passing second.

But Valaena’s voice boomed again, sharp and commanding, "Come on! I asked you a fucking question."

Mira flinched. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she stuttered, "He—he’s a good father, and he’s kind and-and strong."

Valaena’s lips curled into a dark smile as she advanced slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

"Me and Aemond are two hearts, one life. We are forever." Her voice dripped with certainty, her steps closing the distance between them.

Mira tried to back away, fear consuming her. "Please," she whimpered, as her back hit the wall.

Valaena leaned in, her voice now a deadly whisper. "We bound our blood. We risked everything so that we could be together. Do you really think I would let some pathetic wanton whore destroy everything we have?"

Mira’s eyes suddenly darted to the door and then she desperately tried to push past Valaena, her bare feet stumbling over the floor.

But Valaena was faster. She seized a fistful of Mira’s dark hair, yanking her back with a brutal force.

Mira let out a strangled cry, struggling against Valaena’s iron grip.

Valaena shoved her to the floor, watching as she landed in a haphazard heap.

"I am his, and he is mine," Valaena hissed, her voice cold and unyielding. "From this day until the end of our days."

Mira, sobbing and desperate, tried to plead again. "P-Please, my lady—"

But Valaena was done listening. Her hand moved to her sleeve, where she withdrew a gleaming dagger.

"My husband gifted this to me when first arrived in Qarth-he said it for just in case-and oh how right he was" said Valaena.

Mira’s eyes widened in horror, and she whimpered, trying to crawl away.

But it was too late.

"He is mine," Valaena whispered, her voice hollow and dangerous.

And with that, she plunged the dagger into Mira’s chest.

Mira gasped, her hands scrabbling at her chest, her body jerking in pain.

But Valaena didn’t stop.

"He is mine!" Valaena screamed, each of her words punctuated by a vicious stab. "He is mine! He is mine! He is mine!"

The chamber echoed with the sickening sound of blade meeting flesh, Mira’s blood spilling onto the floor, soaking the stone beneath her.

Valaena’s vision was red, her anger consuming her.

Then, she heard the door creak open behind her. The room suddenly fell silent, the only sound the ragged breaths escaping from Valaena’s lips.

Slowly, she looked up.

Standing in the doorway, his eye wide with shock, was Aemond.

Valaena and Aemond stared at one another, the room heavy with the smell of blood and death.

Gods, what a sight she must have made—her dress soaked in Mira’s blood, her hands stained crimson, her face spattered with it.

She was a vision of fury and violence, yet in Aemond’s eye, there was no fear.

Only an intense, burning gaze.

He stepped slowly into the room, his boots quiet against the stone floor.

The door closed with a soft click, and he locked it without saying a single word.

He slowly removed his belt, the weapons clanging as he laid them on the desk, then he removed his leather jerkin, placing it on th eback of a chair.

Valaena wiped her nose with her bloodied sleeve, feeling the weight of the silence between them.

She stood up, her body trembling—not from fear or regret, but from the raw energy of what she’d done and the intense way Aemond was staring at her.

Aemond walked towards her, his steps deliberate and measured, his eye never leaving her.

His gaze was filled with something dark, something dangerous, but not directed at her.

It was as though he saw her—really saw her—and what he saw only drew him closer, it made his blood go hot, in a way he never expected.

When he reached her, he grabbed the fabric of her bloodied dress in his fist and shoved her hard against the wall, the dagger falling to the floor with a loud clatter.

The force of it knocked the breath from her lungs, but she didn't resist. She lowered her gaze, her chest heaving.

But Aemond wasn’t having that.

He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his, the intensity in his eye blazing like fire.

There was no judgment in his face, no anger. His expression was unreadable but fierce, charged with a storm of emotion.

Slowly, his hand slid around to the back of her neck, his fingers gripping her firmly, and possessively.

And then, without warning, he pulled her to him, crushing his lips against hers in a ferocious, passionate kiss.

It was hungry and desperate, filled with everything they couldn’t say in words.

Valaena’s hands, still covered in blood, found their way into his hair, tugging hard as she kissed him back just as fiercely.

The world outside ceased to exist in that moment—all the fear, the blood, the chaos.

There was only them, bound together in fire and fury

Aemond’s grip tightened on Valaena, his breath ragged with intensity as he manically tore at her dress.

The silken fabric ripped under his hands, shredding apart and leaving her bare before him.

He took a step back, his eye roaming over her naked body with raw hunger, and without a word, he began quickly pulling off his own clothes.

His gaze never left her as each article of clothing hit the floor, exposing his lithe muscled body.

Valaena’s heart raced, her body humming with anticipation, but then her eyes flickered to the side—Mira, still alive, barely clinging to life on the floor.

Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, eyes half-lidded, blood pooling around her.

Aemond, now naked, caught the direction of Valaena’s gaze.

A dark, twisted smile played on his lips. “Let her witness what she could never have,” he said coldly, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine.

Without hesitation, he roughly grabbed Valaena by the waist and lifted her against the wall, her legs instinctively wrapping around him as he pressed his body against hers.

His hands gripped her hips tightly, fingers digging into her skin as if he were claiming her all over again.

Aemond’s lips found hers again, this time more demanding, more urgent, as he devoured her with each kiss.

His body covered hers as he moved to suck and lick the delicate skin of her neck, leaving red marks in his wake.

Valaena moved her head to the side and moaned loudly as she felt Aemond’s teeth digging into her skin.

Not having the patience to properly prepare her, Aemond spat into his hand reaching down to run it up and down the hard length of himself, eyeing Valaena with an animalistic hunger, a smirk on his lips as she rolled her hips towards him.

Valaena barely has a moment to think as Aemond guides himself to her entrance and sheathes his cock forcefully inside and stretching her brutally, causing her to cry out.

“FUCKING TAKE IT!” spits Aemond.

Valaena can’t think of anything but the intense pounding thrusts that greet her, causing her to wail and moan, causing the tears form in her eyes, before running down her cheeks.

Aemond sets a brutal pace, his hips crashing into hers, his fingers digging into her hips as he pushes and pulls her against him.

His cock reaching deep inside her, the sting of being stretched by him now giving way to a pleasurable ache.

“YES! YES! AEMOND!” screams Valaena as she claws at his back.

“FUCK!” shouts Aemond as he feels her cunny clenching around his cock.

“P-Please. Oh Please. Yes-yes” babbled Valaena ignoring the pain in her back as the force of Aemond’s thrusts kept slamming her into the wall.

“That’s it-that’s it-” encouraged Aemond his gaze rooted to the place where they were joined, transfixed by the sight of her cunt stretched around his cock.

“Oooh-please-please” muttered Valaena.

Aemond leaned forward and took one of her rosy nipples into his mouth, sucking on the stiffened peak before he bit her.

“Ooooh Aemond-“ whined Valaena as she writhed against him, he smirked as he released her nipple and moved across lavishing the other one with the same attention.

“P-Please-Please-” sobbed Valaena as she felt his hard cock sliding against her folds.

“Your cunt is dripping, it's so beautiful-” sighed Aemond, his thrusts slowing down as he pulled away further each time, until his cock entirely withdrew from her warm wet entrance.

“Tell me you want me-“ growled Aemond as he ran the head of his cock through her wet folds.

“I want you” exclaimed Valaena.

“Tell me you need me” whispered Aemond as he sheathed himself back inside her.

“I need you-“ muttered Valaena as one of Aemond’s hands slid up her body and wrapped around her throat.

Aemond smiled and then began to fuck her again in earnest, his fingers digging into the flesh of her throat, using her as leverage as he repeatedly plunged his cock into her cunny, thrilled to hear his wife’s moans of need echoing around their chambers.

His thrusts once again brutal and unrelenting.

“Come for me-” breathed Aemond.

Valaena screamed as her desperately needed peak exploded from her body, making every limb tremble as her body bucked around Aemond’s cock.

“That’s it baby, take it. Take all of me-good girl”.

“S-so good-Aemond-“ whimpered Valaena.

“I-I’m never leaving this sweet cunt-“ moaned Aemond.

Valaena slid her hands over his shoulders and coiled her fingers into his long silver hair as she moved her hips against his, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside her perfectly.

“A-Aemond” moaned Valaena as he moved his hand to her breasts and once again took one of her nipples into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing the rosy bud.

“Let go baby, I can feel you clenching around me again-” exclaimed Aemond, as he moved to the other breast.

“I-I c-can’t. It’s t-to m-much” whined Valaena.

“Yes. You can. Peak for me, I want to feel you-”

Valaena’s thighs began to burn, as she felt her second peak approach.

“AEMOND” screamed Valaena her vision going white as she came around his cock.

“I-I’m going to spill my seed inside you-exclaimed Aemond, the tension in his abdomen was about to burst.

“Yes-yes-Inside me-please-” whined Valaena.

“FUUUCCCKKK” roared Aemond as he exploded. His cock throbbing and twitching as he finally spilled his seed inside her.

Aemond groaned as he withdrew his softened cock from Valaena and then gently lowered her to the floor, his singular eye focused on his seed slowly running down her leg, he shook his head as he felt his cock begin to stir.

He reached forward and cupped her face tenderly as he peppered soft kisses across her forehead, cheeks, and lips.

"Are you alright?" he asked in a low, gentle voice, his brows furrowing with concern.

Valaena, still catching her breath, smiled faintly. "I'm fine," she whispered, touching his hand.

Aemond's gaze flickered with worry. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

She chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Only a little-but I liked it."

Relief flooded Aemond’s features. He quickly pulled on his breeches and a cotton shirt, then crouched beside Mira’s lifeless body, his fingers checking for any sign of life.

"She's dead," he declared, standing up with a heavy sigh.

Valaena pulled on a robe, tightening it around her body as she glanced down at the body.

"Are you ashamed of me?"

"No. Never. Hows could you even ask me that?" replied Aemond.

"Just I-I killed someone a-and-"

"I've killed before, do you think any less of me?" asked Aemond.

"No. I do not" muttered Valaena softly, her fingers fiddling with a loose thread on her robe.

"Well there you go then. Besides I never knew how insanely hot you would look covered in blood-"

"Lets not make a habit of it" replied Valaena rolling her eyes.

"What can I say, my sweet wife has found her inner dragon-I quite like it"

"Oh I know how much you liked it" said Valaena grimacing as she felt the sticky sensation between her thighs.

"The occasion called for it"

"What are we going to do with her?" asked Valaena, her voice calm but laced with the weight of what had just happened.

Aemond reached into the wardrobe and he slowly slipped on a hooded cloak, his mind already calculating the next steps. "You need to bathe," he said, not missing a beat. "I'll deal with her."

"But what will we say if people ask where she is?" Valaena questioned, her mind racing ahead, already trying to foresee the questions and suspicions that might arise.

Aemond, now fully dressed and ready to act, looked at her thoughtfully. "We could say she was caught stealing and then we asked her to leave-"

Valaena frowned, thinking for a moment. Then her voice grew sharper, more resolute. "She was the one who poisoned Lirri. Or rather, the poison was meant for me-"

Aemond froze, his face darkening with fury as he processed her words.

“What did you just say?”

“Mira-she intended to poison me so she could have you to herself, but Lirri-”

Without hesitation, he strode forward and pulled Valaena into a tight embrace, burying his face in her hair.

"I could have lost you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"It's because of Lirri that I’m still alive," Valaena murmured, running her fingers along the jagged scar on Aemond’s cheek.

Aemond cupped her face, staring deep into her eyes. "She will forever have my gratitude. I couldn’t bear to live without you."

Valaena smiled softly, her fingers brushing against his lips. "Thanks to Lirri, you don’t have to."

He kissed her quickly, a fierce and urgent gesture, before pulling up the hood of his cloak.

Bending down, he hoisted Mira’s body over his shoulder effortlessly.

Valaena went to the door and unlocked it, her eyes scanning the dimly lit hallway for any sign of movement.

Once the path was clear, she stepped aside and glanced at Aemond.

"It's clear"

"Remember to bathe," Aemond reminded her, his voice low and steady.

Valaena nodded as Aemond slipped out of the room with Mira’s body, his figure disappearing into the shadows.

She closed the door quietly behind him, her heart racing as she stood alone in the aftermath.

Turning back to the room, she noticed the bloodstain on the floor and the remnants of her torn dress.

With a steadying breath, she picked up the shredded fabric and used it to wipe away the blood.

Once the floor was moderately clean, she tossed the soiled dress into the fire, watching as the flames devoured the evidence of the night’s events.

After a moment, Valaena summoned one of the maids to help prepare her bath.

She kept herself hidden in the shadows, ensuring that her face and body that was still covered in blood remained unseen.

Once the maid had finished, Valaena excused her politely, waiting until she left before discarding her robe.

She stepped into the bath, the water warm and soothing against her skin.

As she washed away the blood from her body, the water soon turned a pale shade of pink.

Valaena leaned back, closing her eyes, her mind replaying the night’s events—the danger, the passion, the resolve.

She was safe, the children were safe and Aemond would handle the rest.

Aemond moved swiftly through the shadows, Mira’s lifeless body draped over his shoulder as he made his way to the clearing where Vhagar and Silverwing nested.

Luckily, it wasn't far from the manse; as both dragons preferred to stay close to their riders.

The air was still, the only sound being the faint rustling of the leaves on the tree’s as Aemond approached the looming forms of the great dragons.

Vhagar, stirred at the sight of him, her huge golden eyes observing him with curiosity as he neared.

But it was Silverwing, the dragon bound to Valaena, that Aemond intended for this task.

He dropped Mira’s body unceremoniously in front of the silvery dragon.

Silverwing sniffed the body, her massive nostrils flaring as she nudged it with her snout, unsure of its significance.

"I know I'm not your rider but-" Aemond said, his voice low and commanding. "Aderī, Silverwing, kisātās." (Quickly, eat.)

Silverwing hesitated, her sleek head tilting, showing little interest in what was being offered to her.

Aemond narrowed his eye, knowing that the dragon needed just a little more incentive.

"Ziry sylutan naejot ossēnagon aōha kipagīros," he said, his tone sharper now. (She tried to kill your rider.)

At this, Silverwing let out a low, rumbling roar, understanding dawning in her eyes.

Her fury was palpable, and without further hesitation, she opened her jaws, and a stream of scorching flame engulfed Mira’s body.

The fire crackled in the night, turning the corpse into a blackened heap.

Once the flames subsided, Silverwing devoured what remained, her sharp teeth crunching the bones as she ate.

Vhagar, watching nearby, huffed in clear annoyance, her massive form shifting restlessly.

Aemond smiled, walking over to his old dragon. He placed his hands on her massive head, feeling the familiar warmth beneath her scales.

"Naejot byka syt ao uēpa riña," he chuckled. (Too small for you, old girl.)

Vhagar, however, wasn’t appeased by his words, and she nudging him impatiently with her snout.

Aemond sighed, amused at her persistence. "Paktot māzigon va pār." (Alright, come on then.)

He started climbing the rope ladder attached to her saddle.

Once he was fastened in, he gave Vhagar the command to fly.

With a deep growl, she spread her colossal wings, launching into the sky with a powerful lurch.

Aemond could feel her joy as they soared together, the wind whipping through his silver hair.

Vhagar loved flying with him, her massive form cutting through the night sky with ease.

After a little while Aemond directed her toward the open sea, letting her instincts take over.

After a time, her keen eyes spotted something in the water, and she swooped down, claws outstretched.

With a quick, violent motion, she snagged her prey—.

They returned to land, and Vhagar dropped her kill before landing with a heavy ground shaking thud.

Aemond climbed down, inspecting the whale with a satisfied smirk. He glanced over just in time to see Silverwing creeping forward, trying to steal a bite from Vhagar’s prize.

Vhagar let out a low, rumbling growl, warning Silverwing away, and the smaller dragon backed off immediately.

Aemond couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Umbagon aōha pālegon," he called out to Silverwing. (Wait your turn.)

Satisfied that the dragons were content for now, Aemond dusted his hands off and began his walk back to the manse, the chill of the night air a stark contrast to the heat of dragon fire still lingering in the clearing behind him.

His task was done, and the world had one less threat to his family.

TBC

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ethicaltreatmentofcowplants · 3 months ago

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with cc by @ice-creamforbreakfast and @surely-sims!

everyone, i apologise for the quality of these pictures. truly atrocious. the moschino stuff pack is fired.

LILAC: So this is our first fashion feature where we spotlight a cc creator (or two). Hopefully it won’t be our last, but we know what a flake the Watcher is.

ARAMINTA: She has good intentions.

LILAC: Yeah, and we all know what the road to that Dine Out pack is paved with. Anyway, I don’t think we can entirely blame her for the screencaps this time. Dodo is maxed out on photography, Moschino pack, and this is the best you can do?

ARAMINTA: Quite. I can… understand photographs regularly being ruined by the flash when one is first acquiring the skill. At Level 5, however, the Watcher shouldn’t need to delete over half the captures from her screenshots folder.

LILAC: Plum right she shouldn’t. Anyway. Minta, what do we think of Poppy?

ARAMINTA: Oh I love it - and her! How about you?

LILAC: Well coming from @ice-creamforbreakfast and @surely-sims, I was expecting quality. What I was not expecting was just how versatile this set would be, especially considering that it’s based on a 60’s spy aesthetic. I knew that you’d find things you like but you’re the Pattie Boyd to my Anita Pallenberg. You’re Kensington Gardens while I’m more Haight-Ashbury. But these Daffodil glasses and this turtleneck from the Daphne set? Sweet - I mean, groovy.

ARAMINTA: Well-made clothes stand the test of time, regardless of era.

LILAC: Yeah? And with these two, you know that you’re guaranteed a great product. The Watcher’s downloaded like every single item of theirs to her cc folder.

ARAMINTA: Speaking of versatility, how did you find the cut?

LILAC: Perfect. As a curvier girl, I know that I always look amazing. But the problem is that CAS doesn’t always look amazing on me. This though? Actually does the deity that is Indya Drake justice - and that woman has curves like an Indy 500. The stretch test? These pass.

ARAMINTA: EA, take note. Your favourite item of the set?

LILAC: The Wolfsbane dress. In the black and white palette. And you?

ARAMINTA: The Larkspur dress. Absolutely timeless.

LILAC: And Dodo? I bet I know what yours is.

DODO: The Holly set. But I think I’d like it better on the floor.

ARAMINTA: Really, you should put it in the hamper - oh, Dodo!

LILAC: Well if that isn’t a ringing endorsement, then I don’t know what is. You may get your wish later, Dodo, but for now we’re taking these to the clubs.

DODO: Yeah? Have fun.

ARAMINTA: Oh, do come too!

LILAC: You won’t look out of place. In fact, Rosamund and I put together the perfect ‘fit for your new ‘dirty smelly hippy’ ethos.

DODO: Fantastic.

DODO: And I’m not smelly!

LILAC: Only because you have someone to help you with the soap.

DODO: Yeah, about that. I’ve kind of forgotten and need a reminder?

LILAC: Later, Tarzan. Jane is coming out with me, and so are you.

poppy was last sighted here & here. catch her if you can! dodo's clothes by @ice-creamforbreakfast

indya by the ever talented @cinamun. dodo is loaned by @akitasimblr (likely much to his regret)

#simply lilac #simply lilac fashion feature #sims 4 cc #other people's cool stuff #my sims #lilac moon #araminta hearst-irsay #other people's sims #dodo harper #yeah the moschino pack came in clutch with the announcement shot of lilac and minta #but now it's in my bad books #also can confirm that free love was autonomously practiced by 'tarzan' and 'jane'#my eyes everyone...

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hogwartslegacyreactions2 · 10 months ago

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HLC REACT TO SEEING MC AGAIN AFTER SUMMER BREAK

MC steps down from the Hogwarts Express on the Hogsmeade Platform. The birds singing they're departure south as the cooling fall air blows the leaves from the trees. MC takes a deep breath, it was good to be back.

Through the crowd of students filing out of the train, MC spots a familiar face. With a smile as big as their excitement, they charge their favorite friend.

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Sebastian Sallow: He smiles. The few months of summer felt like a liftime, and letters would never do MC justice. He plays coy at first, letting MC do all the running for a hug, but he can't keep a straight face. He's just as enthusiastic and even spins them around if he can lift them. He laughs, "Missed me?"

Ominis Gaunt: He doesn't see them coming, but still manages to dodge their attack. He smirks when he hears MC hit the ground with a satisfying thump. "I missed you as well, MC. Please, don't run on the train platform. It's quite dangerous." He reaches out his hand for them to take.

Anne Sallow: She's just as pumped to see MC. She nearly runs over a first year getting to MC and locking herself in their embrace. She keeps hugging them, longer than what would be considered "normal". The embrace softens and they stand together until the groundskeeper has to shout to get them moving with the other students.

Imelda Reyes: She doesn't see MC, but when they attempt to grab her from behind, she slips out of their grasp and pins them against the train with enough force to nearly dent the metal train car. Her angry glare turns to immediate shock and she steps back. "MC!? Wha- WHY WOULD YOU SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT!?" She catches MC as they slump away from the train, the wind knocked out of them. "Um...welcome back?"

Natsai Onai: She locks eyes with MC and meets them stride for stride. Her smile widens with every step and she hugs them as tight as possible. "I have missed you so much. It felt like summer would never end." Her hug is strong and warm and was the best way to come back to Hogwarts.

Garreth Weasley: He's pulling jellied lacewings out of his hair when MC approaches. "Merlin's blooming beard! These things have far more adhesive properties than i- oh, hello MC! Have a nice summer?" He goes to wave but his hair sticks to his fingers and yanks with own head sideways. "OW!"

Leander Prewett: He's talking to another friend when MC pounces. He's nearly knocked to the ground but finds his balance. "WHO-!?...MC?" His surprise immediately melts to awkward bashfulness. "MC why are you- that is, what are-...uh..." He doesn't know what to do. He never expected MC to miss him this much.

Amit Thakkar: He's trying to reclose his trunk for the 15th time. It keeps popping open from the amount of textbooks in it. He catches MC out of the corner of his eye and turns to them just in time for their hug. "MC! It's so good to see you!" He quickly ends the hug to pull out a book and give it to them. "Here, I found this study done on Ancient Magic. It wasn't taken seriously at the time of its publishing, but considering what happened last year... Maybe you'll find it useful."

Everett Clopton: He feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns and no one is looking at him. He feels a tap on his other shoulder. "Wha..?" He does a nearly full turnaround when he finally catches MC's cloak running around behind him. He turns around in the other direction, sharply and catches them. "HA! Gotcha!" He shares a sincere hug with them and pulls out a few dung bombs. "So, who shall we prank first?"

Poppy Sweeting: She sees them coming and hides in the sea of black robes, using her height to her advantage. She manages to take MC by surprise and hug them first. Her hiding and hunting skills would make any Kneazle proud. "If you thought you'd get to me first, you had another thing coming. Missed you too. Have you been as worried as I have been over the beasts in The Room? Deek is an incredibly capable elf, there were quite a few-" She's silenced by MC hugging her tighter.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy reactions #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #imelda reyes #natsai onai #garreth weasley #leander prewett #amit thakkar #everett clopton #poppy sweeting

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weaselbeaselpants · 2 months ago

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Sometimes it's not just a vibe; the bigger thing is to not divide

((warning: loooooong post with lots of talking sorry))

So recently (like, this day) @starlit-soothsayer made a comment about Sai Scribbles that I was about to honestly agree with because it sounded right to me. But then I happen to see that one of Lily's most prominent victims is deeply against Starlit's reasoning. They (this victim) is adamant that pp:"they not compare a person they don't vibe with [Sai] to a literal PREDATOR/GROOMER [Orchard]".

I get the said victim's take here, both on it's own and especially in relation to the last month/weeks. Recently one of the Lorch critical blogs, Fennec, decided it was a good idea to make a document calling Courtney Peet, Lily's abused sibling, ALSO a groomergooner just like their sister. Fennec's reasoning was shaky at best, vindictive, and stunk of the same kind of narrative Zena and Poppy, also grifters, took about Lily Orchard drama: "Lily's critics are the same kind of awful as her". Keep in mind, the reason I AM invested in the Lorch-drama is I've been worried about Lily Orchard's fans and base for years now. I've been mad at and staying on Lily's case for awhile. Say for Patchworkhearts, Sparky and Poppy herself, I wouldn't exactly call the want to see Lily put away and the push by different types/sorts of people to see that happen as analogous to what I just called Lily - a predator and a deflecting one at that.

I will say that " we ", aka all of the combined critics of Lily Orchard, aren't a fandom of even an exact community and besty buddy-buds, even if we support each other. Courtney, Lily's sibling, got on a lot of different people's cases here on tumblr before she was ultimately mass blocked by Lily's base. I remember. I saw it. Courtney and her story and testimony is a smoking gun, I'd say, in the truth of what kind of a person Lily is, but she's in no way a leader or even liked by all of us. On a personal petty basic-level I disagreed w Courtney over how she violently overstanned Johnny Depp and then over how Courtney talked about their niece and nephews offhandedly. I can't do anything about that, but, I'm allowed to support Courtney as a person without stanning her outright for what I think are her own demons. Courtney is not as bad a person as Lily Orchard because she is not the same kind of person as Lily Orchard.

Courtney is her own kind of a mess. And frankly so is Sai.

Two days ago, following drama from a different Lorch-critical blogger skeleton-bat implicated Sai to be as bad as Lorch and a groomer (no. Sai isn't a groomer. sns also don't do your 'proshippers = groomers' dance on me, Bats), one of the blogs that talking down skeleton-bats unpromptedly said skeleton bats was a joke and a phony for reblogging Palestine-gofundmeblogs. Their words were literally "all Palestinian bloggers are bots and scammers". I disagreed with that, because I know from my sources, lived experiences and someone with Palestinian family that that's simply untrue, to which this person proceeded to splain to me how ebeggers must be scams -Sai agreed with this person.

I am pro-Palestinian justice and aid in getting these people away from Gaza. I've been that way ever since I saw an ISRAELI film strait up say that what Israel is doing is wrong, long before Oct 7th 23'. I don't want to dwell to long on it or the explanations and fact checking for yourself with nonEnglish-speaking fundraisers how legit they are beyond going "look at the way it's written; it looks like begging", but now's not the time. This was my breaking point. I had to block Sai.

Personally I think Sai is a recovering edgeduchess who likes to pick on people first and then can get into the weeds of 'taking down' people if and when it benefits her. That doesn't make her a grifter ala skeleton-bat, Poppy and Zena or Fennec...but I do think that means she's more into the attention of p0wning Lorch, another queer creator, than she is other concerns. I do think she cares about the harm done by Lorch now, but in the beginning and definitely with her own non-Lorch-stan detractors, Sai struck me as being into dunking on Lily for attention. What bugged me about Sai's and that other user's comments was not only that it was unneeded/not relevant to what skeleton-bat is doing; it was that she tried to splain to me, a person who knows gofundme bloggers irl how they 'must be' scams especially in times of crisis. That was insensitive and wrong of her to do even if she doesn't mean anything hurtful by it. There ARE ways to say "hey, don't believe/reblog every fundraiser that comes your way sum might be scams" and there are ways NOT to do that; Sai chose the later option and frankly I see her as pretty racist at the moment by the confidence she chose in it. But obviously, I know some ppl are going to still support Sai, stand by her and that includes the victims of Lorch who are just happy that someone is helping them spread news of Lorch's crimes.

Bigotry is a different problem and a different evil than predation. One can be committed without the other and I'm not interested in splitting hairs over which one is "worse". ALTHOUGH Lily has been caught doing a lot of bigotry of her own, including just now, ON TOP OF being a grooming-predator. For Sai's case I don't think she even compares to Lily Orchard's racism and antisemitism. Sai seems like the kind of person who could learn if she really had to what she said was wrong. Lorch, if she were in Sai's place, would probably demand for days on end that Palestinian donations are inherent scams, that she is the only TRUE ally for both Palestine and then in the next two months delete the post and gaslight her audience into believing she's never said anything about Palestine ever.

Still though, personally, I'm allowed to not like Sai. I can admire her will, I think she's genuinely wanting to help ((she's absolutely a better artist than you, Orchards, stop criticizing Sai's damn art)) but I'm sorry I really don't like her after what happened two days ago. I left the convo because clearly I was making the sitch worse and I'm just not gonna step on Sai's toes about this if that's really how set she and that other blog I was arguing with feel. I'm genuinely hurt; deeply offended. I left. If other people of any other demographic feels differently about Sai I'm not going to get on their case about it. And I think part of the problem is that a lot of people ARE WANTING others to do something about it.

People dislike Sai and the cut of her jib in a serious enough way that they just can't stomach her even when she's on the side of 'good'....that's a really fair thing to do. For comparison, I really love Lindsay Ellis's stuff and agree with much of her takes. This does not mean I think people who say Ellis virtually forgave herself over her canceling are " wrong ". I personally hate being told I only 'stan' Ellis cuz I -"hate poc and Ellis is white so I 'MUST' feel more comfortable with her as a white girl". Not only is that a VERY weighted thing to throw at someone casually for why they must like a reviewer they grew up watching but....wtf!! do you seriously presume everyone who likes Ellis is a white girl? What if I were asian or black and still liked Ellis? What then? Because, if you're at all the kind of person -the kind of Lily Orchard-ish person- to start saying 'you aren't actually bipoc'/'you're a BAD bipoc' over a damn youtube personality that's definitely on you, hon.

I think that was skeleton-bats' problem [one of them] with all this. They can't leave it at Sai being an edgeduchess who used her own disability terms to her advantage and liking- they had to make it a matter of " tolerating Sai = Sai grooming people ". Which was unnecessary, foolish, and deeply insulting.

That's why skeleton-bat, you're also blocked atm alongside Sai. Blocks are created equally on tumblr but you don't need to use them equally. I block serious things like neon@zis and scambots as much as I do people who I know aren't going to listen to me, seem toxic and/or want to fight. I guess that was a blessing since you've been spamming the lily orchard tags with shit on everyone else who so much likes Sai or doesn't agree with you???

Look here- we are a bunch of adult strangers who at most found some comradery with each other over our mutual hurt, pain and anger at what Lily Orchard has done to us or to other people. We are not a fan base or even an anti-fanbase. With those of us who have actually known and hurt by Orchard and her fans, maybe don't insinuate that they're ally is now their 'savior' or that their personal beefemy is the same thing as their abuser.

We're gonna have to agree to disagree on this after awhile and focus on the bigger picture. If someone is here because they honestly want to see Lily Orchard go down because of her predation/gaslighting/grooming/bigotry, that person is your ally in this fight whether you like it or not. Sai is. That's how this works.

If someone says they want to see Lorch go down but really is more preoccupied with her being trans or 'progressive'(phony or not doesn't matter to people who unironically use 'woke' in 2024), wants to see a dumpster fire or is playing devil's advocate for Lily because "her critics are just as bad!! 8U"...enjoy your block too, hon.

We have a serial groomer to catch and make sure she doesn't hurt anyone again.

#lily orchard #anti lily orchard #lily peet #sai scribbles #saiscribbles #skeleton bat #dramacourse

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sg-the-mag-by · 10 months ago

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Bellflower Bat WH Spooky Month AU

EDIT: Added everyone else’s feelings to Bellflower. Here’s Bellflower in another AU by the ever talented and marvelous @night-light-artz This time it’s Spooky Month. And just like their Van Helsing AU this chart shows how my clearly not doing so hot bat feels towards everybody.

Starting with Eddie-As you can see she’s neutral to the guy, even if he IS the reason she no longer has an arm. Yep in this AU Frank and Eddie’s son Freddie takes Streber’s place at running the haunted house, and of course since Eddie is Bob in this AU he’s not gonna hurt his son, but anyone else is fair game in the haunted house. Unlucky for Bellflower she was that game. She did manage to fight him off but still lost her arm and got seriously injured on her left wing too. But she can’t despise Eddie because she’s been keeping Freddie safe for him and Frank and knew them both before she knew who Eddie truly was, so she doesn’t do anything and really with the amount of pain pills she’s on she’s too tired to. Eddie sees her as a friend but he was also a little too knife happy and probably a little hungry too so he was blinded by those feelings when he attacked Bellflower. Not sure how he would feel afterwards learning what he did to Belle, maybe to just avoid her for a while.

Next is Howdy-Her boyfriend, who helps her get through this tough time. Even if he looks tired and done with everything life has thrown at him, when he can get home to Bellflower he turns into a full blown cuddlepillar. He was so scared when Frank frantically called him saying Bellflower was in the hospital and seeing her with a missing arm and learning about her major blood loss and the possibility she’d never fly again really hit him hard and he swore to her unconscious boy that he’d do all he could to make her life as normal as possible. He puts her pain meds in sweet treats even if she’d take them normally but she appreciates the care. She also is accepting of him acting as her “new arm” since he’s got two to spare. She cuddles to him when she can and though suffers nightmares, night terrors( especially when she learns Eddie went to where Howdy works) and phantom limb syndrome at times she loves Howdy and he loves her.

Julie-A dear friend who actually introduced her to Frank, Eddie, and Freddy, the two hang out often, Julie helping Bellflower when Howdy can’t. She helped Bellflower stretch her injured wing so at least Belle can use it though she hasn’t tried fully flying yet she can flap it and whap people with it when they’re being stupid. Julie is also happy to be Bellflower’s second arm and wants to enter them in a three arm competition which Bellflower humors her and is helping her brainstorm ideas for what a three armed competition would entail.

Poppy-Bellflower’s wonderful cousin who, while not the one who patched her up, did visit her after the attack and keep her bandages clean and her meals filled with good fruit, but only when on her own break. Bellflower was so happy that Poppy went into the medical field and even helped her study for her tests. These two get along like sisters more than cousins and Poppy is very happy her Demisexual and Demiromantic cousin found a good Caterpillar as a boyfriend.

Sally- Since she’s a cop Bellflower has a high amount of respect for her and the job she does. She did tell her and Barnaby all that happened with the attack. Sally also hopes to bring justice to all who have been harmed by this serial killer “menace”.

Barnaby-Like with Sally she holds Barnaby with so much respect and in turn he tells her jokes that she tells to Howdy so both can unwind from the day with a good laugh before falling asleep cuddled together.

Wally-A sweet kid Bellflower babysits for Frank, as well as his pumpkin costume wearing best friend, she treats Wally as a younger brother and he sees her as an older sister. Also Freddie sees Bellflower as a sister too and feels terrible his dad did this to Bellflower but is glad she holds no ill will to anyone in his family.

And last is Frank-Frank was introduced to Bellflower by Julie when they were looking for another babysitter and not only did Belle leave a positive impression on Wally but also Freddie and quickly Frank. While their friendship is not as strong as his and Julie’s he does see her as a very good friend and she sees them as someone she can go to even when not called up to babysit or assist Freddie with any of his new projects. Frank does feel immense guilt for what Eddie did to Bellflower and is helping her through her recovery, making sure she’s able to relax even when she’s watching Wally and his friend. Bellflower has to constantly reassure Frank that she does not blame their husband for what happened and is just thankful to be alive so she can still enjoy Frank and Julie’s company. Still, Frank keeps a stock of Belle’s favorite fruits in the fridge.

And that’s Bellflower’s connection to everybody in this AU, with an addition of Freddie even if he’s not depicted here. Hope you enjoy this and thank you @night-light-artz for another wonderful WH AU.

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kittyball23 · 1 year ago

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Maybe a fanfic pov on the kiss

Here we are ✨ :

Kiss (a Trolls fanfic)

It was only after handcuffs had been snapped on Velvet and Veneer’s wrists and guards had taken them away that Branch breathed a true sigh of relief. The phony pop duo were finally under custody, serving the time for the wrongs they had done and, hopefully, learning something valuable from it. To top it off, he had reunited with all of his brothers, was able to save Floyd from having his fate sealed, and had a good feeling that the future ahead was going to be a great one!

As the Mount Rageons cheered for the justice of it all, Poppy turned to him with a grin. “So,” she asked, a hint of slyness in her tone, “how are you feeling?”

Branch smiled back at her. It was back to the topic that had come at the very start of the journey, even before John Dory had literally jumped right back into his life. At the time, he hadn’t felt confident enough to talk to her about these kinds of things. But now, that was a different story.

“Happy,” he replied honestly, “Grateful. Proud. A little nervous… and sorry that it’s taken me this long to open up to you.” Branch peered at her, attentive to her reaction.

Poppy put her hands up as if overwhelmed. “Who! TMI! Boundaries, my man! That is a lot of feelings,” she said teasingly.

He rolled his eyes in a fond sort of manner, laughing alongside her. But, just as he began to think of the many reasons why his girlfriend was wonderful, she gave him the first of those answers herself.

Before Branch could register what was happening, Poppy had grabbed him by the vest, tugged him towards her face, and planted her lips against his in a great, big kiss!

The blue Troll slipped his eyes closed and savored every second of that kiss. Of all the emotion it stirred within. Of all palpitations his heart made as it raced. Of all the joyous tingles spreading throughout his entire body like an electric shock. Of all the wonderful sensations flooding his heart and soul. If he was having feelings before, they were multiplied tenfold. He could hear the cheers and applause from everybody around them - Mount Rageons, their family, their friends… heck, even Rhonda’s distinctive, rumbling trill! All of it added on to the sheer excitement of the moment.

Her fuchsia eyes were dilated and sparkling when they finally broke it off, cheeks a little pinker than usual with the blush in them and her lips upturning to a sweet grin.

Branch would have returned it right away... but he couldn't help but feel something was off. Distracted by the otherworldly sensation of their kiss, it was only now that he took notice something else had occurred whilst in their liplock.

"Uhh... what just happened?" he asked, flicking his gaze up towards the top of his head.

When Poppy looked up too, she giggled. “Oh, that. Viva just braided your hair. It means she likes you!”

It seemed to be true, as the Pop sister sidled up beside him and eyed her work with pride - two perfectly stranded braids, tied with identical purple elastic bands.

"It means I like you!" Viva chimed.

The sisters giggled together, and Branch felt himself cracking a smile, too, because it was just as Poppy had said: This was indeed the best family reunion ever!

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #broppy #branch trolls #poppy trolls #viva trolls #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes #thanks for the ask!#kittyball answers #100+

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ecargmura · 4 months ago

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Pokemon Horizons Episode 67 Review - The Match We've All Been Waiting For

This is the perfect way to end an arc. I’ve been here since the beginning of Horizons and seeing Liko and Roy grow from only spamming Leafage and Ember to now being competent trainers got me getting emotional. They’ve come so far!

After the events of last week’s episode where the trio saved the school from the Explorers, they’ve been lauded as the saviors of the school. Dot gets a win from the Roy look-alike, Rai, who mentioned this to her and she gets embarrassed once she learned Penny was behind it. It’s nice to see that their efforts have been rewarded. First, Liko had her Implementation Test results changed once Grusha got a change of heart. Now, their being the school saviors got the audience super hyped up for the final match of the battle tournament, which is the long awaited Liko vs Roy match.

I have to say, Liko vs Roy was INTENSE! I always say that Pokemon Horizons always have a way to upstage the previous cool battles they aired and this was no exception. This episode clearly holds the title of the best battle by far! I love that this match isn’t just a bond between Trainer and Pokemon, but more about the bond made between two long-time friends. Liko and Roy have been together since the early days of Horizons. They battled and trained together during their fledgling days. I still remember how they first battled each other in the Brave Olivine where they just spammed Leafage and Ember, back in Episode 7. Now, the novice gloves are finally off and how they’re already at intermediate mode when it comes to their battling! They’ve come so far! The best part was that they were NOT holding back. Liko, especially, is no longer holding back when it comes to battles!

It was amazing to see Liko and Roy use a variety of moves and strategies to bounce off of each other and get the upper hand. Best of all, they even used both of their Pokemon! Kilowattrel finally gets the justice is deserved by scoring a win from beating Hattrem. However, Hattrem’s loss wasn’t in vain as her ability is revealed to be Healer, allowing Floragato to be cure of her paralysis. It does suck that Hattrem hasn’t had an official win, but there’s always a next time. Floragato mainly did the work on Liko’s side as she beat Kilowattrel. She was facing off against Fuecoco, Kilowattrel and now Crocalor. It sort of makes sense why she lost as she got a lot of hits from Fuecoco and Kilowattrel combined in addition to the type advantage Terastalized Crocalor had. But hey, at least she learned Sucker Punch, so there’s some reward for her!

Speaking of Crocalor, I like that he evolved in the finale! From what I’ve noticed, the finale of an arc always has some sort of surprise. The end of the first arc had Friede finally beating Amethio after multiple instances of no results. The end of the second arc had Sprigatito evolve into Floragato. The end of this arc got Fuecoco evolving into Crocalor now! I do like that the anime staff finally have some incentive to make the most popular first-stage starter of the generation finally evolve. Usually, they always hold back such in the case with Piplup, Oshawott, and Rowlett. Fuecoco is the most popular first-stage Starter for this generation so it was a matter of ‘will it or will it not’ for the dopey fire croc. The anime staff finally did it. This means that this is the second time we see all starters evolve into their second stages in the Pokemon anime. The only other instance this had happened was back in the Advanced Generation saga and that over two decades ago.

I actually like that they bring back everyone the kids have interacted with since the beginning of the arc. Katy, Grusha and Rika are here because they faced off against Liko. Brassius, Hassel and Ryme are here because they faced off against Roy. Larry and Poppy are here because they battled Dot with Iono making an appearance towards the end. Clavell and Geeta are there because of their being the school principal and headmaster. Nemona and Penny are there because of their bond with Roy and Dot. Dendra is there as referee. However, where the heck is Jacq? He met the kids in the beginning, but he doesn’t show up? I get that Kofu and Tulip don’t show up because Sidian and Coral have ditched the Terastal Training course, but come on, you don’t make Jacq show up?? Did they forget about him or something? I mean, they brought Arven into the episode despite him not showing up since the beginning, yet they didn’t add Jacq in???

The Explorers made their appearances towards the very end. Sidian and Coral enjoy their snacks, consisting of a rice ball (onigiri) and a sandwich, matching their pseudonyms. I liked the little detail of Coral sharing half of her sandwich with her Glalie. She may make it use Self-Destruct way too often, but she does care about it. Same with how Umbreon cares for Spinel despite him using it to show off the Rakurium. Spinel might be like Volo where they have friendship evolution Pokemon as their aces, but aren’t necessarily good people. I still do wonder what Spinel and Chalce’s goals are. They’re even hiding their plans from Hamber. Something suspicious is clearly going on…

I feel like I wrote too much for this episode, but it’s the finale, so it deserves a long review! Overall, I really think this was a good arc despite its flaws. The writing was handled a lot better compared to the previous arcs and the kids’ growth are believable. I honestly can’t wait to see what the next arc beholds! I’m excited to get back into the story and see what Kitakami has to offer! What are your thoughts on this episode and the arc as a whole?

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itsbroz0neglitters · 5 months ago

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Brozone Little reunion....

After trolls band together as the brozone brother had a little reunion just to catch up clay still had some mix feelings about john dory and john dory is trying his best to get clay to like him again and forgive him for the past mistake that John made....

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"Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy. Both. I want my brothers to be afraid of how much they love me." John dory said As he looked over at clay and smile at clay awkwardly as if john was trying so hard to get on good terms with clay again because during most of their band days john and clay were the one mostly fighting beside bruce...

"I consider myself a good person...but I'm gonna try to make him cry." Clay told both floyd and branch "woah don't make an old man cry just yet clay wait for a fews days then you can make him cry." branch said

As floyd wasn't listening at all he was just minding his own business as he stumble across a article "uhh guys who is Justice Trimblelake?" He asked showing a Mug shot picture.... As the room was dead slient

"Uhh don't you mean Justin Timberlake? little bro." Bruce told floyd "Sounds better the way I said it." floyd said flipping through pages

As john kept trying so hard to be friends with clay "Why are you the way that you are?” Clay asked John "what, you mean little bro I'm always the same old john dory." he said getting closer as clay back away slowly from john "I mean why are you trying so hard to be my friend again after what you did to us?" clay replied

"Clay I told you so many fucking time I did came back but no one was there I assume you were dead but I luckily knew bitty b was alive because he save everyone from the rock apocalypse." John said

As he turn to look at clay "Sorry I annoyed you with my friendship!" John said punching the wall as he left there was tears in his eyes and his face was super red aswell Plus he left a pretty big hole on the wall

"wow, I've never seen john dory this angry before." floyd said "congrast clay for making an old man cry." bruce said "should we check on him?" branch asked "he's fine he's a old man he'll figure it out." clay said

"Whenever I'm about to do something, I think, 'Would an idiot do that?' and if they would, I do not do that thing." Bruce said glaring at clay who was just doing a crossword puzzle "what bitty B said to make him cry." clay said "okay blame it on the baby who you left behind and never came back." branch said crossing his arms

"Sometimes I'll start a sentence and I don't even know where it's going. I just hope I find it along the way. Like an improv conversation." Branch also added in "then why the fuck you told me not to make an old man cry just yet?" clay told branch

As John was outside with Rhonda who was comforting him "Do I need to be liked? Absolutely not. I like to be liked. I enjoy being liked. I have to be liked. But it’s not like, this compulsive need to be liked, like my need to be praised." John told Rhonda Poor John dory just wants to make things right with his brother clay

"Also, I was being super sarcastic." branch said "Boy, have you done lost your mind? Cause I’ll help you find it!" Clay said about to throw something at branch but floyd stood in between them "guys we're all family here please don't fight we're all grown mens now." floyd said

"That's what she said." Bruce said "who said?" floyd asked "his wife brandy remember he's married and had 13 kids so we're uncles." branch told floyd "I understand nothing." Floyd said

Poor floyd was trapped in a diamond prison for two months straight which cause him to have some memory lost well his brothers and queen poppy and also viva is helping him regain that memory back =D

"is okay floyd you'll get there eventually." branch said

As Poppy and viva came to check on the brothers things weren't going good as poppy had hoped "branch, I see this isn't going well." poppy said "yeah, clay made john dory cry and angry he punch a whole on the wall." branch said

"well, we still have cake I'll find John." viva said hopping off to find john dory

As poppy grab branch hands "come on branch; If I don't have some cake soon, I might die" Poppy said dragging branch to get cake

"That's what she said." Bruce said laughing while looking at floyd “I wonder what people like about me. Probably my singing voice” Floyd said clapping his hands together like a happy child "yep, that's why velvet and veneer kidnap you and lock you up." clay said

as bruce rolled his eyes at clay "I just want to lie on the beach and eat hot dogs." He said walking away "FLOYD ON HOTDOGS!" Floyd shouted across the room happily following behind bruce

As Viva saw John sitting with rhonda "hey, John I heard you were upset." viva said sitting with him "Clay hates me." john said "No he do not, I'll tell ya this he misses you alot so much he acts like you and even talks about you." viva said....

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If you watch The Office than you know the references; anyways part 2 will be on my 2nd blog account @broz0neglitters very soon

xoxo,

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arikihalloween · 2 years ago

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Meet Peacekeeper "Keeper" Poppy

Say Hi to the Multiverse Mom !

Keeper is a multiverse being much like Admin or Observer, although she does not travel, she'd rather stay in her pocket dimension. She will welcome any soul that needs rest and healing, she's very motherly in nature and likes to take care of others.

She is more confident than the original, especially in her own domaine where she won't hesitate to put her foot down to protect the piece. Bad behavior is not welcome in her realm, and bad kids shall be kicked out if they attempt to hurt others.

Feel free to doodle her with aus and ocs ! Especially if your little ones are traumatized 🥺

I can also take some doodle request ! Come hub mama bird !

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whenthesnowfelloverwinterfell · 1 year ago

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Vatic - Chapter XV " Sapphires "

Series Description :The youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Alicent grows up split between the two sides of her family. With dreams plaguing her sleep of people she does not know, and a war looming ahead of her. She will be forced to choose between the two sides of her family, between the love for her brother, and the loyalty for her sister.

Chapter Description : A tourney is held in honor of the nameday of Jaehaerys and Jaehaera Targaryen.

A/n : Merry fucking Christmas. hope ya'll enjoy, this chapter kicked my ass

Warnings : Y/n is beginning to have subconscious feelings for Aemond, other than that I don’t think there’s anything, taking glee in someone else's misery ig, tourney violence, absolutely not beta read or edited ( ya'll been waiting close to two months idk )

Pairing : Eventual Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader ( cannon typical targcest idk what to tell you )

Word Count : 5.9 K

The news had come as they were readying their favors. Maris had a pile of white roses and small purple flowers - that were not even the size of Y/n’s nail on her smallest finger - in front of her, carefully weaving it in preparation for the tourney. Y/n had a pile of red and yellow poppys. Something about the combination just seeming to call to her.

They had almost finished when Septa Jeyne came in. The grey fabric around her face in the style of a septa’s robes did nothing for her round face, but the added on fact that she was red was also not helping her.

“Princess, it is the King.” Was all she had said to begin the conversation. But Y/n only stared at the septa. There were many things about Viserys at this moment. He was losing bits of flesh and digits the longer he seemed to hold onto life. Just a month ago the maesters took his thumb and index finger from his left hand. Y/n, in truth, did not know if that was fact or fiction. She had not seen much of her father. In passing, perhaps. When she went to his chambers because her mother was busy helping to care for him there, but she had not spoken to the King in what felt like ages.

“What of King Viserys?” Y/n had asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.

“The maesters said his eye was infected. They have to cut it out so it-” Septa Jeyne stuttered. Her fondness for the king causing an emotional response. One that even Viserys’ youngest daughter could not muster. Jeyne was struggling to compose herself, wiping away any semblance of tears. “They have to cut it out so the infection does not spread.”

The news had made her light up. But she did her best not to express it. She simply told the septa ‘thank you,’ and bid her farewell, dismissing her from the chambers. But Y/n could see how her calm response unnerved the septa, and even Maris.

But once their favors were finished, Y/n had gone searching for her brother. She’d quickly found him. Aemond Targaryen, sitting in his bedchambers, facing the open balcony. He sat the wooden chair as if it were the Iron throne itself, and he was its King. She could tell even as she approached him from behind.

She had never seen him sit in such a fashion. Most of the time, he’d try to make himself appear small, too afraid of what others thought of him. This was the first she’d seen him sit proudly.

“Father had his eye cut out.” Aemond spoke suddenly, not even turning his head to face her.

She hummed in amusement. And at the same time, she found herself disgusted in her reaction. She despised the man who sired her, and yet, at the very same time, he was her father, and her King. But she did not dwell on that fact for very long.

“I would call it a poetic justice if I did not know no better,” Y/n hummed, coming closer, her hands finding his shoulder without much thought.

Perhaps the gods did listen to prayers. Or they had their own sense of right and wrong. The gods have no mercy, that’s why they’re gods. Perhaps not mercy, but justice. Carried out by the Father upon their very own. Everytime she joined their mother for prayer, it was what she prayed for. For justice for her brother’s disfigurment.

Aemond hummed lowly, turning his head only slightly. But she saw it. Where his eye had once been, where it had been vacant for three years passed, was now something solid. It kept his eyelid structured and opened. Allowing him to blink, even if only slightly, due to the damage done.

It was a rich blue, sparkling in the sunlight. It startled her at first, it was unexpected. She had expected to see only the empty socket when he turned his head.

“You do not need speak like a lady around me, sweet sister.” He began, reaching up for her hand, and guiding her to stand in front of him as he then stood as well.

“Then I shall speak frankly. The King deserves it. For his inaction at Driftmark. His indiscretion at his own son being maimed.” She told him. Her finger reached up, gently touching the lines of his scar, completely absorbed by the mesmirizing glittering of the gem stone.

“What would you have had happen? Would you have been at mother’s side? Plucking the bastard’s eye out as a payment for mine own?” His stare was intense. It wasn’t as sweet as it usually was. It was heavy, it made her feel like she was going to be crushed.

She did not answer at first. She did not believe herself capable of such actions. Y/n was not a cruel girl. She took pride in being kind. She took pride in being the only child of Alicent’s who still kept in contact with her dear sister, Rhaenyra.

“I do not know.” Y/n finally decided on her answer. She was not fully aware of their closeness. Of how their chests were nearly touching, and how his hands were resting on her hips.

“Does it frighten you?”

“Does what frighten me, Brother?” She questioned.

“The sapphire.” He responded simply.

Y/n shook her head. “It’s beautiful.” was her reply. She could not help but stare at it. It was so captivating that it was impossible to look away. “Why a sapphire?”

“You.”

That’s what pulled her attention from the sapphire, now, she stared directly into his lilac eye. “Me?”

She felt the chain around her waist shift, and when she looked down, she was met with Aemond holding it, his thumb running across a square-cut sapphire. One of many on the waist chain that her mother had given to her. It suited many of the dresses she wore.

Aemond did not speak for a moment, both of them looking down at the sapphire of her waist chain. If she did not know better, she would say she could hear his heart hammering against his chest. She could almost see it against his doublet. But she did know better. She knew better enough to assume it was her own.

“You’ve been wearing sapphires. . . They looked beautiful on you. When any other lady of the court wore them, they paled in comparison. They wore them to make themselves appear more beautiful, to appear of a higher status. . . You wear them to compliment your own beauty. They do not make you appear of a higher status. Your own beauty is the sign of your status.”

Y/n was hesitant to look up from where he held her waist chain. She did not know why. All she knew, in truth, was that the smell of dragon, riding leathers, the training yard, and the perfumed oils he put in his hair were surrounding her. It was not overpowering. If anything, it was luring her. A lure she was uncertain of.

But she did look up, and was met with him already staring at her.

“You think me to be beautiful?”

“Every lady in comparison is a failure.” He whispered, letting go of the waist chain, she could sense his hesitancy as he placed his hand on her side, right over her ribcage, under her arm. “You surely have to assist Helaena in readying for the tourney, do you not? Her own babes are turning a year old. The celebration is for her and the twins.”

Y/n gave a small nod, reluctantly pulling away from him, and slowly moving towards the door, pulling it open and taking her leave from his chambers.

The Princess took uncertain footsteps towards Helaena’s bedchambers, which had since moved after Jaehaerys and Jaehaera were born. Once the babes had arrived, she had moved to a room closer to the nursery, which had been unused since baby Joffrey had once lived in the Red Keep.

She could hear ladies speaking as she arrived to the chambers, seeing two nursemaids sat on the stone floor with the babes, a soft blanket under them to protect the twins soft skin from the rough ground. Helaena was sat at a vanity in front of a window, allowing the bright sunlight in, and in the reflection of the small mirror atop the vanity, Y/n could see the sun illuminating her hair in such a way that it looked like molten silver cascading over her head and shoulders. Her violet eyes even brighter, and her skin glowing. She looked closer to a goddess than a woman.

A few handmaidens were fussing over what do with Helaena’s hair, but Alicent was off to the corner of the room with Maris, speaking to her as if the two were close friends.

What pressure was put upon Helaena was unimaginable to Y/n. The pressure of knowing her only duty in this world was to produce and heir for Aegon. Though, Y/n did not know why. Aegon would not be King. Rhaenyra would take the throne after Viserys’ passed.

“It does not feel right.” She heard her mother’s hushed voice. She was holding a handkerchief up to her face, a way to cover any insecurity of her facial expressions. She spent enough time around her mother to know what she did it for.

Hesitantly, she approached the ladies. Maris was the first to notice her, giving her a kind smile. “Good morrow, Princess.” Maris spoke, reaching an arm out to take Y/n’s hand and pull her into the conversation of the two women.

“Lady Maris.” She greeted warmly, taking the older girl’s hand, squeezing it twice as she was pulled in. “What does not feel right, Mother?” She asked curiously, looking at Alicent.

“Your father just had his eye cut out.” Alicent informed. “It does not feel right to celebrate when he is in such a condition.”

The Princess tilted her head and looked to Helaena who only continued to look out the window. he sun tha filtered its way through the glass illuminated her eyes. They looked like pale amethysts.

“No.” Y/n muttered, looking back to her mother. “We should continue on. There’s no need to worry the people about their king. Surely rumors would fly if it were to be called off.”

Alicent look at her youngest daughter without moving her head. A perturbed look upon her face, and she gave a half nod. “Yes. . . That’s what the Hand of the King said as well.”

The young princess gave a small hum in response, uncertain of what to say. She was aware that while her mother held love for Otto Hightower, she did not seem to enjoy certain aspects of him, one always seemed to be the choices he made for their reputation to the common folk. And now, her mother was eyeing her as though she had said something similar to whatever Aegon would say in such a situation.

Y/n stepped away, and instead walked over to Helaena, placing a hand in front of her sister on the table to alert the elder girl of her presence close to her. Helaena did not enjoy being touched, and Y/n would sooner go great lengths to grab Helaena’s attention than to make her uncomfortable.

It seemed to do well enough. Helaena turned her head to gaze at Y/n. It was as if the very second she realized it was her, her face seemed to relax, and yet. . . Y/n knew that something was troubling her elder sister.

“Sweet sister, whatever are you thinking about?” She questioned softly, looking to the handmaids and reaching a hand out to take the boar bristle hair brush from them. Once the polished wood of the handle had been placed in her hand, she stepped behind Helaena, gently brushing her hair out, attempting to make it shine like it always did for Y/n and their mother.

“Threads.” was Helaena’s cryptic answer. Though, Y/n wasn’t really sure if Helaena was truly answering her, or murmuring to herself again.

“I can see them.” She said as the handmaids walked away, and as Alicent and Lady Maris continued their discussions, and the nurse maids played with the twins on the floor behind them.

“Threads? Of what, sister?”

“Banners.” Helaena turned her head slightly, peering at Y/n through the corner of her eye. “Black and red. . . Grey, white, green. torn. Threads interlocking. Black and green.”

Y/n nodded along, listening to her sister’s words, beginning to get the silver strands of hair to stay put and shine like molten steel of a yet to be forged sword. The silver of their jewelry, of silver. She found it to be interesting. The things Helaena said seemed to typically come to fruition.

He’ll have to close an eye.

“What else?” Y/n asked curiously, but Helaena instead turned back, unanswering. “Was that all in the dream?”

Helaena shook her head but did not reply. Y/n only nodded and finished with Helaena’s hair, choosing to drop the conversation. Whatever it was that Helaena was choosing not to share, it must have made her uncomfortable. Or she did not know how to express it.

“You do look beautiful, sister.” Y/n told her, running her fingers through Helaena’s hair before stepping to the side to look at her sister’s face.

“She does,” Their mother agreed, coming up next to them and placing a hand on Helaena’s shoulder, to wich the older girl flinched. making a quiet ‘mmh’ noise of discomfort. “Well, I do suppose we should head to the tourney grounds. It is improper to keep them waiting.”

Helaena stood from her chair, and as she did, the two nurse maids stood with the twins in their arms from their prior place on the ground. “May I take Jaehaerys?” Y/n questioned. It was a bold question. A sudden one. She had never held either of the twins prior, half the time she could not look at them, knowing what Aegon had done.

Though, she did not await an answer as she approached the nurse maid holding the small babe with her arms already reaching out to take him.

“Yes, Princess.” the nurse maid spoke as she handed the silver haired babe over to her. The little boy had a light spirit, and his giggles sounded like what the heavens must have sounded like. Holding him was comfortable. The feeling of his head coming to rest on her shoulder made her almost melt. He and Jaehaera must have been the sweetest and most innocent ones in their family.

Y/n leaned her head against Jaehaerys as Maris went to take Jaehaera from her nurse maid. “Surely you can allow the nursemaids to watch the babes?” Alicent suggested.

Y/n only shrugged. “The tourney is a celebration of their name day. I only wish for them to be seen instead of hidden in the back with the maids.” She informed her mother. Frequently, the twins were hidden in the back of every function unless they were right by Helaena’s side. Y/n knew the reason. Their mother’s guilt ate at her freely and unapologetically. And although Y/n also struggled to sometimes look at the babes and even her sweet sister, she knew that the children nor Helaena were to blame for how they came into the world. It was Aegon’s lust a cruelty.

Maris had told her much about the truth of her brother. She had always been keenly aware of his unsavory nature, just not the true extent of it until Maris had taken it upon herself. It was the reason why Y/n seemed to be so apprehensive of the men of the court. What if they were just like him? What if she met the same fate as Helaena? Or their mother?

Finding their ways to the tourney grounds did not take much effort, and as they found their seats, a handmaiden gave them their favors that they had all made.

Helaena’s was gorgeous. Pale purple flowers and pale greenery. Light and gentle. Maris sat between Helaena and Y/n, leaving seats for Aemond and Aegon on either side of them. And not long after, the Hand of the King took his seat beside his daughter, and others found themselves within the royal box seats. Aegon finding his drunken way to sit beside Helaena, and Aemond coming to sit next to Y/n, his eyepatch covering the new sapphire.

Y/n could smell Aegon from her seat. A strong yet cheap ale. Certainly not the wine frequently imported from the southernmost parts of the reach that were served during every meal. However, ever since Aegon proved himself incapable of self control, their mother limited their intake. Only two cups a day at the most. A bottle was never to be handed to any of them, save for Aegon. The letcher would throw a fit as though he were no older than his own children if the maids or stewards refused his advances for a full bottle of wine or something even stronger.

“Nykeā vaoreznon?”A favor? Aemond whispered to her, leaning his head towards her, and in response, Jaehaerys leaned over to Aemond, placing a hand on the green fabric of his sleeve, palming it, and scratching at the seams.

As he spoke, he had also reached out to take the favor from her hands. And once he had it, he examined the flowers she had chosen for it. Typically, they could have favors made by the handmaidens, or maids, but Maris and Y/n had chosen to make them themselves.

“Muñnykeā jeldan syt ziry.” Mother wished for it.

She let Aemond continue to examine it, flipping it upside down, his fingers running across the stems of flowers that had been woven together as best as Y/n’s untrained nimble fingers could. She was better at needle work it would seem.

“Skoro syt?” Why? The question he posed seemed foolish to her. But it was not a side of life he was ever truly exposed to. He could know every little thing about the ancient legends of Yi Ti, or how to wield a sword, but not know the very intricate process of a high standing family attempting to marry a daughter off in the hopes of strengthening the bonds between houses and the things they did to make that daughter appear more attractive to suitors.

“Vali hen eglie lenton issi kesīr tubī.” Men of high houses are here today. Some were of course already married, some too intimidated to approach her, some who knew better than to approach, and then there would be the few that had the confidence to do so.

Aemond went quiet and the favor remained in his hands and Jaehaerys wiggled within her arms, making noises of discomfort before finally settling down and leaning back in her chest, the back of his head resting on her arm as she sat.

“Ao kostagon va moriot vestragon daor-” You could always say no-. Aemond had begun to say. However, Alicent leaned forward from behind them in her own seat, her head appearing between their own. It came mostly as a flash of red hair in Y/n’s periphery, but when she turned to look, their mother had already begun speaking.

“I have told you both many times that it is disrespectful to speak in a language the others around you do not understand. If either of you do it again I will have one of you switch seats with Aegon.”

It was a hefty threat. No one wished to sit next to the stench that reaked fromAegon. And no one wished to sit in a seat he had previously sat in.

“Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Mother.” Both Y/n and Aemond agreed. And with that Alicent leaned back in her own seat, and resumed her own conversation with their grandsire.

Y/n however, kept her head in that position, sharing a glance with Aemond. The Princess found herself staring more so than just glancing at her brother. His one eye seemed to hold such gentleness for her. It had become such a rare sight to see from him. Whenever she saw him from across a large room, or across a courtyard, or even at their own dining table, his eye was cold, holding something back wherever he went. And everyone, particularly the ladies of court, seemed uncomfortable with his disfigurement. Grown lords and knights seemed to be disturbed by it. In truth, Y/n felt as though she was the only one who did not see him any differently than he once was. And whenever he looked at her? She would see his gaze soften.

Y/n did not know how long she had looked at Aemond before a horn was blown from down below in the arena. A man stood down below. “For our first round! Ser Arthur of house Redwyne!” At that, there was applause, and out came riding the knight from the left, his armor a deep steel color, his lance the colors of his house.

“And his opponent! Ser Edwell Celtigar!” And from the right, came riding Celtigar. Crabs engraved onto the vambraces of his armor. “As always, if you are to strike your opponent or their horse, you will be disqualified! To gain points, you must attempt to knock your opponent off their horse! As always, good luck, and may the best knight win!”

A roar of cheering erupted in the stands from both across and to the sides of the royal box as the two men then galloped to opposite ends of the barrier in the dirt. But in all, as the tourney commenced, she found it to be a concerning form of entertainment. She had been to tourneys before, but had never truly been paying attention. Usually sitting with her mother, and playing unnoticeable games with Aemond, or if Rhaenyra had been there? She’d be chatting up a storm with her elder sister.

She’d heard the rumors once. How Daemon Targaryen had once gone toe to toe with Gwayne Hightower. Both men were her uncles. However, according to the rumors, Daemon had targeted Gwayne’s horse. Attempting to pick up a cheap victory.

Rounds after rounds came and went, Y/n had sat there long enough for the wet nurses to come and take the twins from her and Maris and quickly take their leave to feed them in the privacy of the Red Keep.

Ser Edwell had lost against Celtigar, and Celtigar had made it through plenty of rounds against many other men. He bested a Clegane and a Mormont back to back. And eventually, when Brandon Tarly, Maris’ elder brother galloped into the arena, he came up to the box, lifting his helm off of his head. “Sister,” He greeted Maris.

The Tarly girl had a bright smile come to her lips. “Brother! You did not say you would be here.”

“I only arrived this morning.” He shrugged slightly before giving his attention behind them. “My deepest gratitude to you, my Queen, for hosting me.”

“Of course, Ser Brandon. We are fond of your sister, Lady Maris. I would be beside myself if I were to turn away her brother. I wish you the best of luck.” Alicent responded from behind Y/n.

Brandon nodded, and looked to Maris once more. “I am always of the belief that luck given from family is stronger than that of a stranger. Sister, if you would give me your favor?” He gestured to the favor Maris was holding.

Maris got up from her seat and approached him, placing the garland favor onto his lance. allowing it to fall to the flared base of it where it sat. “I do wish you the best of luck, Brother. Make father proud.”

Ser Brandon gave a curt nod and lowered his helm before going to his position for the round.

“Lady Maris, how long has it been since you’ve seen your brother?” Alicent questioned, leaning down to speak to the girl. “If I recall correctly, You’ve been here since Y/n was nine. She’s nearly one and three now.”

Maris had turned her body to face Alicent. “Yes, your Grace. It has been that long. I write to my family often. We send each other gifts.”

Y/n’s mother hummed, and with that Maris turned back to the arena below, watching in time as Ser Brandon beat Ser Edwell.

“You do not have to give your favor to anyone.” Aemond murmured beside her, having leaned close in order for no one else to hear. Y/n shook her head in response. He had made his protest to such actions to gain suitors known. Any time she was walking through the gardens with a potential suitor with Alicent and Ser Criston not far away in order to supervise, she knew Aemond was never far either. She’d always catch his piercing gaze focused on whatever potential suitor she was speaking to. Sly comments in High Valyrian always made when they were in private, or looks of disinterest whenever she spoke of one of them.

He was always her fearless protector. Ever so cautious of a stranger coming near her. And yet, it would seem he went green with envy every time a suitor came near her, She had seen him enough times and heard his comments enough times to know it was envy.

Aemond Targaryen forever jealous of Y/n’s suitors.

“I will do as I must.” She replied.

There was a moment of silence. “If I were in a tourney and I asked for your favor, would you give it to me?”

Y/n stopped breathing. And slowly, she turned her head to look at him, but stopped when she could feel his breath on her skin from his closeness, and could practically feel his nose against her cheek.

She didn’t think before she spoke. But the answer that she whispered to him was the truth. Her own truth. “I would give you my favor,” Y/n leaned back only slightly so she could look at him. “And whatever else you asked from me.”

Within their own bubble, just as brother and sister, they were in silence. Typically, silence made Y/n uncomfortable. It was always a sign of tension within the family, or Theobrand was disappointed in her for something. But it was always different with Aemond. She could live in his silent presence for eternity and be at peace.

She did not know what had happened, only that she felt Maris from beside her, nudge her arm.

Y/n looked away from Aemond suddenly, and towards the arena only to see Ser Raymond down below at the railing of the royal booth.

“Princess,” He greeted. His helm was up and he gave her a warm grin. His armor was intricately made. With lions scattered around on the steel in a complicated yet beautiful mosaic, and it had been painted in the engravings. With red filling every lion, and white within the scattered engravings.

Armor fit for royalty. She did not want to imagine how much it had cost House Reyne.

“Ser.” She greeted in return, giving a small nod and apprehensive smile.

Maris nudged Y/n again, and as though it were instinct, the princess stood up and approached the railing, looking down at the knight of House Reyne below her.

“I wanted to ask, Princess. Would do me and my house the honor of your favor.” He questioned. His voice was far softer than it often was in the few times they had spoken at court. He had always appeared to be kind, but the princess knew better than to make assumptions of people when they’d had very few encounters.

He was older than her. He was an eldest son, a knight, and she would be lying if she said she did not think he was handsome. Her mother and grandsire wanted her to find an appropriate suitor. He seemed. . . perfectly acceptable.

Y/n turned briefly to grab her favor from Aemond who still had it in his hands, and as she turned back around, she watched as Ser Raymond lifted his lance for her to place the favor. Y/n placed it over it and let go, watching as it fell down the lance down to the flared base, a petal falling off as it landed.

“I wish you luck. . .” She told him, and hesitantly gave another smile to him. “Ser.”

As Y/n sat back down she could see Maris smiling from beside her, and could hear her mother and grandsire speaking in hushed whispers. She need not ask what they were speaking on. Y/n already knew.

All the while, she felt Aemond’s heavy gaze on her.

Y/n could not truly concentrate. She was aware that a few rounds had passed before Ser Raymond had requested her favor, and that he was now going against Maris’ brother. But she did not truly know what had happened.

“Where are we?” Y/n leaned to Maris and asked. “In the tourney?” She asked a second question to not sound as though she was going mad.

“Only two more rounds. Whoever defeats the last person in the last round is the winner.” Maris reminded.

“Right,”

As Y/n looked back to the men in front of them, Ser Raymond had knocked Ser Brandon from his horse, shattering the shield he had.

There were gasps being echoed through the arena, men and women alike standing up to get a better look at whatever damage had been done. Maris was one of them, standing so quickly that Y/n was convinced she’d go falling over the edge of the railing. But Maris stood cautiously at the railing, and Y/n joined her, grabbing her hand to offer the older girl comfort.

Ser Brandon was laid flat on the dirt ground, clutching his side. His helm yards away from him, knocked off in the fall to the hard ground.

Ser Raymond’s horse trotted up to Ser Brandon, and Raymond slid himself off of the horse., ripping his own helm off and coming to Brandon’s aide, kneeling down beside him, a hand on his armored chest, and the other on his shoulder.

After a few moments of stewards and the maester running to Ser Brandon’s side, a young steward boy and Ser Raymond assisted Brandon in getting up onto his feet.

“Is he alright!?” Maris shouted over, clutching the stone of her necklace.

No answer came

“Is my brother okay!?” She shouted once more.

“He’s alright, M’lady!” The steward yelled back. “Just got the wind knocked out of him!”

Maris exhaled a sigh of relief, and they both stood and watched as they assisted Ser Brandon away. Maris released Y/n’s hand and rushed for the exit of the booth, no doubt to reach Brandon quicker.

Y/n almost went to follow, however, Ser Raymond called out her name from below, and when she looked down, he was standing right below, looking up at her.

“I apologize that you had to see such a thing, Princess.” He called up.

She shook her head. “It has always been a fact of tourneys, Ser. You need not apologize to me. But perhaps to the sister of the knight you knocked off of his horse. You’ve given her quite the fright.”

Raymond’s face dropped a little and he nodded. “I suppose you are right. Tourneys are not peaceful events. I shall do as you say, Princess, and offer my apologies to Ser Brandon Tarly and his sister, Lady Maris once the tourney is over.”

Y/n watched him for a moment as he then returned to his horse, and got back into the position for the next round.

“Ser Roose of house Rysewell!” A man announced, and out came a man in dark steel armor.

Y/n sat back down next to Aemond and a now empty seat. Her attention was glued to Ser Raymond as the final round began.

She watched as the two ran back and forth on the backs of their horses, attempting to hit the other with their lance, and after many attempts, Ser Raymond had hit Ser Roose, knocking him off of his horse as he had for Ser Brandon, but both the horse and Roose fell to the ground, and while the horse quickly stood up from the ground within a second, it took a few more for Roose to get up onto his feet again.

The crowd erupted into cheers, realizing that Ser Raymond had won the tourney. Lords and ladies alike celebrated and shouted from the stands as he sat on the back of his horse, holding the reins to keep the horse still. He pulled his helm off once more and looked around the crowd, a bright smile coming to grace his features.

“Princess!” He announced over the crowd, turning the horse to look at the booth she was in, and making eye contact with her from down below. “If I may ask for you to come down into the arena?”

Y/n felt all eyes on her, and she felt Aemond’s hand grasp her own all of a sudden in a tight grip. She turned to look behind her, where her mother was sat on the edge of her seat, contrary to only a moment ago when she was lounged back.

Alicent nodded, and Y/n’s grandsire gestured towards the exit of the booth. As she stood, it felt as though all of the blood in her body had gone cold as began to walk towards the exit, and Aemond’s hand slipped out of her’s. Ser Criston was hot on her heels, quick to guide her down to the arena.

As Criston led her down the stairs and to the door underneath the booth, and once opened, Ser Raymond hopped down from the horse. “Princess,” He greeted warmly, bowing to her as she approached him, and before she could process what he was doing, he had grabbed her hand, and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

“I’m afraid your favor did not withstand the test of a tourney. However, it seemed to have served me well.” He told her as he stood back at his full height, his hand still holding her own as he spoke.

“I’m glad for that, Ser. You have shown yourself to be an honorable fighter, and capable of being the victor fairly.”

Ser Raymond then looked to his left and gestured to someone. She could not look at him or whoever he had gestured to in that moment, she instead looked back up at the booth. Aemond was leaning forward, putting most of his weight into his hand that was rested on his knee, intently watching what was unfolding in front of him, Helaena’s head was tilted with piqued curiosity, Aegon didn’t seem to in as much of a drunken stupor and was also watching.

Her mother, and grandsire were watching. Otto was whispering to Alicent, though he seemed pleased, and Alicent. . . Well, her mother was hardly ever difficult to read. But in this moment, she was impossible. Every other microsecond, and it would seem as though her mother’s face went from pride and joy, to fear and guilt.

“Princess Y/n,” Raymond spoke, taking his hand from her’s. She looked back towards him, and noticed a man handing over a laurel of delicate white flowers and small red ones every here and there over to Ser Raymond. “I had this made by my sister in the case that I won. Specifically for you.” He then looked out to the crowd. and bellowed;

“I, Ser Raymond of House Reyne, The victor of this tourney, wish to dedicate my victory to the Princess Y/n, and crown Princess Y/n of house Targaryen, as the queen of love and beauty!”

There was cheering once more, and Ser Raymond gently lowered the laurel onto her head.

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daddysfangirls-dc · 1 month ago

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Wally West becomes Kid Flash after he purposely creates a lab accident in his family garage. But what if Wally wasn't the only home, the only one in the garage? What if he had a sister there?

Her name is Penelope 'Poppy' West. She is two years younger than Wally but is extremely smart for her age, which leads to her being in the same grade as Wally when in school.

When Wally does his experiment, he assumes his sister has left the house with his mother, but that is not the case. She is caught and affected by the explosion.

Wally spent 3 weeks in a medically induced coma. Poppy was in a coma (not medically induced) for 3 months and remained in the hospital for an extra week after waking up.

Wally approaches his Uncle as soon as his power manifests. Poppy tells no one about her powers (Except Wally) until she is caught by the Justice League using her powers YEARS after their accident.

Poppy's abilities make her nigh-omnipotent, nigh-omniscient, and Omnipresent. She will be similar to the infinity stones or Dr. Manhattan. ( Most likely, Dr.Manhattan.)

Her abilities will lead to one of two situations.

She doesn't fully understand her abilities, but she knows something is missing, something calling to her. She goes looking for these pieces, trying to make herself whole. With each new piece, she not only grows stronger but pushes herself further into madness, slowly losing control of her abilities. She must find all the pieces before the madness consumes her. Foruntately her older brother is here to help. (Infinity Stones)

She works to control and understand her abilities. But the more she uses her abilities, the stronger she gets and the more out of touch/detached with humans she becomes. Elevating herself to a statue that is even above the god and creation themselves. Fortunately, her brother is here, and he does his best to keep her Human. The team will help too. (Dr. Manhattan).

Very OP, but with major drawbacks or lot of built up

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chipmunkfanno1love · 23 days ago

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Here's a list of celebrity voice options that I've heard the most fans suggest to voice Amy Rose in the Sonic cinematic universe. Here are links of some of the suggested voices (*Warning*: Do not watch or read if you haven't seen Sonic 3 yet):

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I've only put up my opinions of actresses whose work I know fairly well and/or that I agree with the fan casting opinions for Amy Rose. Here's my thoughts on all of them below (*Warning* - Sonic 3 spoilers ahead):

Kristen Bell:

So far, Kristen Bell is one of my favourite fan casting options that I've heard for Amy so far. I can just hear Kristen's adorable voice coming out of the adorable pink hedgehog. Kristen Bell knows how to create characters that are feisty and hot-headed yet also really sweet and adorable as well. Plus, her role as Anna in the Frozen films shows she's good at playing romantic and vulnerable.

To me, Kristen Bell is just the right balance to make Amy Rose sound optimistic, sweet and loving while also being a fierce badass. The moment that Anna through the snowball at Marshmallow in defence of herself and her friends was pretty Amy in my opinion.

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*Warning* - Some course language.

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Kimiko Glenn

Kimiko Glenn is a voice that has been suggested by numerous people in my other polls comments so far. I have a feeling she'll be the most popular fan casting for Amy.

I know Kimiko mainly as the voice of Izzy Moonbeam from My Little Pony: A New Generation. I was sure she could get the quirky and optimistic side of Amy down pretty well, but I wasn't sure if she could do bad-ass as the Sonic mid-credits portray her. It's only after learning she has voiced a number of bad-ass characters such as the trouble-making snow leopard, Chuluun in The Lion Guard and the sadistic, origami-folding agent, Paper Star, in Netflix's show, Carmen Sandiego that I felt she was up to do the job as Amy. Also, she plays Peni Parker in both Spiderman: Across the Spiderman Universe and its sequel, Spiderman: Beyond the Spiderman Universe, which is a good blend of both cute and badass.

She certainly has a cute sounding voice that would match up well against Amy's other voice adaptations.

*Warning* - This video has course language and some violent, disturbing imagery.

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Alison Brie:

Alison Brie, I know mostly as Princess Unikitty, a character who strives on being positive but if her emotions overwhelm her, she can become quite fierce and hot-tempered. These are traits that fit Amy Rose to a T. Her voice is very sweet-sounding, perky but also has a feisty side to it, which would sound really great on Amy.

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Anna Kendrick:

While many of you may know Anna Kendrick best from the Pitch Perfect films, for me I know her as the voice of Queen (formerly Princess) Poppy in the Trolls franchise. Ironically Queen Poppy is a optimistic and feisty character who always strives to do the right thing and stop injustices from happening. While she makes a number of mistakes along the way, she always tries her best to fix them. Another similarity she has to Poppy is that her male best friend/love interest, Branch, is also blue in colour (most of the time anyway) and was not always the biggest fan of his pink counterpart (or so it seemed 😉). I'm sure Broppy shippers can relate to Sonamy shippers' frustration on when and/or if their pairings would ever become canon and/or kiss on the lips. Luckily for Broppy fans, their waiting paid off.

While I have no guarantees that Sonamy will become an official couple or kiss in the Sonic cinematic universe, I am hopeful that we may get a lot of ship teasing between the two and maybe signs of a mutual crush. A kiss on the cheek is certainly something I'm hopeful for. 😁🤞🥰 I'm just hoping that Amy's actress will have a lot of great on-screen chemistry with Ben Schwartz's Sonic.

Anna Kendrick is a favourite fan casting choice of Amy's for a number of YouTubers. While I won't deny that I believe she could do the character of Amy justice, I'm worried that Anna's voice will sound too much like Poppy and that the actress may end up being typecast in these roles. As a Trolls fan, I personally prefer Anna to stay as the voice of Poppy and not play Amy as well. It would be better that another actress plays Amy so she can make the character more her own rather than Anna Kendrick playing another strong, optimistic pink character. I feel Amy will only be ripping off Poppy if Anna plays her too. Still, this is simply my opinion.

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Amanda Leighton:

A back-up option to Anna Kendrick playing the role of Amy is perhaps Poppy's TV show actress, Amanda Leighton could play the role instead. Amanda has a number of voice roles under her belt and is known for playing optimistic and feisty characters like Blossom on the reboot of The Powerpuff Girls, and also perky and sweet characters like Kristine Sanchez on Disney Channel's Hailey's On It.

I do believe Amanda could play Amy well without sounding too close to her performance as Poppy. Nonetheless, she could still play the role of the character in a way that sounds perky, sweet and feisty all in one.

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Hailee Steinfeld:

Hailee Steinfeld is one suggested fan casting of Amy Rose that I have mixed feelings about. Personally, I feel her voice is a bit too low to play Amy as she's known to have a higher and more cutesy sounding voice. Still, considering that the creators of the Sonic movie universe are portraying their Amy as more of a bad-ass compared to her earlier damsel in distress incarnations, perhaps going for more mature and deeper sounding voice could work for this version of her. Maybe she could have a more tragic backstory to back up this change in voice tone.

Hailee could bring the feisty quirkiness to the role of Amy that she's known for, as well as a vulnerability that could be taken to deeper levels as this iteration of the Sonic franchise can go to dark places at times.

Gwen Stacy/Spider-Woman from the Spider-Universe films and Kate Bishop from the Marvel Cinematic universe are good examples of Hailee's ability to bring both quirkiness and a funny side to these generally pretty serious roles.

Not my favourite casting choice for Amy Rose, but I'm willing to give Hailee Steinfeld a chance depending on where they take the role in Sonic 4.

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Jenny Slate:

Jenny Slate is again not my favourite of the casting options I've heard, but let's breakdown how she may do as the character anyway.

I have noticed that Jenny Slate has a rather nasal sounding voice, which to be honest, wouldn't sound too out of place on Amy as I have found that some of her old voice actors such as Lisa Ortiz's have also had a slight nasally quality to their voice. Still, I do worry her voice may be a bit too deep and nasal to be Amy.

Jenny has played quite of range of different characters though such as the adorable, sweet but tough little Pomeranian, Gidget in The Secret Life of Pets films. Both Gidget and Amy are known for their loyalty to the guys they love (who haven't always noticed them) and have a go-getter attitude that can come across as over-enthusiastic at times.

Jenny Slate has worked with Sonic's actor, Ben Schwartz in Parks and Recreation. From what I've seen on YouTube, the two actors work well together comedically, but considering both play twin siblings in the show, I do wonder how well they'll play two friends who will most-likely be ship-teased as having feelings for each other.

She was also cast alongside Knuckle's actor, Idris Elba in Zootopia, though I doubt that they actually recorded lines together. Nonetheless, Jenny Slate may show interest in acting alongside the two actors again, whether she plays Amy or not.

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*Warning* - Course language with a beeper.

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Overall, whomever they cast as Amy Rose in Sonic 4, I hope she'll bring in the traits which her character is beloved for, while also bringing something completely new to the character and giving her depth and backstory.

I'd love to hear your thoughts on these celebrity voice casting options for Amy and feel free to give your own thoughts. Still, I encourage you all to be respectful in your comments and differing opinions.

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Tumblr has shut me down 2 times now trying to send this. 3rd times the charm. Have a request for you. 🫶 What do you think the HL guys and gals would end up thinking/doing if they found out that the MC is a Legilimens when they have yet to confess their feelings? (Romantic and spicy)

MC being a Legilimens and finding out about HLC's secret feelings

Okay, so I ended up spending way more time on this than I anticipated, lol. I'm still finding my footing with this new format so I hope I did justice to your request 🖤 I decided to get a bit creative and tried incorporating a theme of each character representing a different sense (tasting, hearing, feeling etc.) though I kinda ended up dropping the ball with Imelda :/ Anyway, hope you enjoy 🖤

Poppy Sweeting 🦡

Poppy had found herself in a bit of a bind lately. She liked spending time with MC, and she was really glad to have finally made a real friend, but… was it normal to feel her heart flutter whenever they were close by, or feel hotness high in her cheeks when they flashed her a smile? Due to her inexperience with relationships, she wasn’t sure she was reading all of the signs right at first, but it slowly started to dawn upon her as weeks passed without her random bouts of happiness diminishing. Merlin, just her luck. The only human friend she’d ever made, and she had been stupid enough to fall in love with them.

She did everything she could to ignore her feelings at first, not wanting to ruin the special thing they had. Which wasn’t to say that it was getting any easier to do so – if anything, it was quite the opposite. Sometimes the boldness of her own mind would catch her off guard, overwhelming her with fantasies about kissing MC or wrapping herself in their arms. She would lie awake at night, picturing their lips in their mind – wondering what they would taste like.

It left her feeling increasingly desperate. The more she tried to keep her feelings hidden, the more she found herself unable to resist the pull of her attraction to MC. It was like a magnet, drawing her in closer and closer until she felt like drowning.

And then, one day, everything changed. They were walking through the Forbidden Forest, enjoying the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves, when she felt a strange sensation wash over her. It was like a gentle caress, a feather-light touch that seemed to brush against the edges of her mind. At first, she thought it was her imagination, but as the feeling persisted, she began to realise the truth.

They knew.

It was like a shock to her system. All this time, they had been able to read her thoughts and feelings, to see everything she had been trying to hide. And yet, despite the fear and uncertainty that bubbled up within her, Poppy couldn't help but feel relieved. She didn't have to keep her feelings bottled up anymore, didn't have to pretend that she wasn't head over heels in love with her best friend.

And then, as if sensing her inner turmoil, MC turned to her, their eyes locking in silent communication. Poppy could feel the intensity of their gaze, the raw emotion flowing between them. And then, before she could even process what was happening, MC leaned in and pressed their lips to hers.

It was like a dream, a fantasy come to life. Poppy's heart raced as she wrapped her arms around MC's neck, deepening the kiss with a fervour that surprised even her. She could taste the sweetness of their lips, feel the heat of their skin against hers, and she knew that this was where she belonged.

When they finally broke apart, both of them gasping for air, Poppy knew that things would never be the same between them. But for the first time in a long time, she felt like everything was going to be okay.

Natsai Onai 🦁

Natty couldn't explain why she was so attracted to MC. Maybe it was their loyalty, bravery, or simply their good looks. All she knew was that she couldn't get them out of her head, and she sometimes caught herself wondering how handsome they looked underneath all those clothes. Sweet Merlin, she should probably be glad her mother wasn't omniscient.

Sometimes it seemed like MC brushed a little too close to her for it to be a random mistake, but maybe it was just her feelings talking. At any rate, she didn't think too much of it. She had always been skilled at keeping her emotions in check, and she was wiser than to let personal feelings get in the way of treasured friendships.

Which wasn’t to say that MC didn’t seem keen on testing her limits. Their invitation to go for an evening swim in the lake appeared innocent enough at first, yet she couldn't help but feel that something was different about the way MC looked at her tonight. Then again, she wasn't making any effort to be subtle as she watched MC undress and slip into their swimwear, her ogling earning a smile from them. “See anything you like?” they asked.

“The lake is looking very beautiful tonight,” she taunted back with a grin of her own.

“You're right,” MC said, turning towards the lake. "It's just begging for something more, don't you think?”

Before she knew what was happening, MC threw off their swimwear and stormed into the lake, the splashing water obscuring their nude form. They turned around and called out to her, “Come on in, Natty! It's delightful!”

Natty chuckled to herself as she stood up and waded into the water to where MC's head was floating. “You're absolutely mad, you know that?” she said.

“And I know you love it,” MC responded, wiggling their eyebrows at her. She laughed. MC always knew how to make her laugh. Again, she looked at them, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks as she realised they were completely bare under the surface.

MC swam closer to her. Natty tried to keep her gaze fixed on their eyes, but her eyes kept darting down to their toned chest and strong arms. She could feel her heart racing as MC reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face.

“You know, Natty,” MC said, their voice low and husky, “I've been wanting to tell you something for a while now.”

Natty felt a flutter in her stomach as she looked at them, waiting for them to continue.

“I can't deny that I feel something for you,” MC said, their eyes locked onto hers. "Something more than just friendship. And – I know you feel the same way.”

Natty's heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.

“I do,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.

Without another word, MC closed the distance between them, pressing their lips to hers in a searing kiss. Natty wrapped her arms around MC's neck, pulling them closer as she deepened the kiss.

As they pulled away, MC grinned at her. “I knew you couldn't resist me,” they said, their eyes twinkling with amusement.

Natty rolled her eyes, but she couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her face. “You are just full of secrets, are you not?”

Imelda Reyes 🐍

Fuck! That was the fourth time this week she’d dropped the ball during Quidditch practice, both literally and figuratively. She didn’t know what was wrong with herself – was she coming down with something? Usually she always managed to stay laser-focused, but lately it was as if she couldn’t maintain concentration for more than five seconds before her thoughts started drifting off. She angrily landed in the grass of the pitch, ripping off her arm guards as she stomped towards the changing room.

“Imelda –” a voice called out, and she rolled her eyes as MC caught up with her. “Hey,” they said, “good game.”

“Yeah, fine, gloat all you want,” she snapped back at them. “Easy to kick someone when they’re down.”

MC chuckled. “You’re too hard on yourself. Everyone has their bad days.”

“Well, I don’t.” she huffed. “Now, don’t you have someplace else to be?”

She kicked the door of the changing rooms open and started taking off her robe. MC simply leaned against the doorpost, unbothered as ever. She didn’t know whether to consider their tolerance for her outbursts a virtue or a curse.

“I just mean to tell you, you’re only human.” MC said. “Come on Imelda, you don’t have anything to prove to anyone here –”

“Oh, I suppose you know so bloody well,” she scoffed. “I bet you think you know my every hope and desire, don’t you?”

“Well, as a matter of fact –”

Imelda pulled off her gloves and threw them in the corner with a force that made MC flinch. “You’re not funny.”

“I wasn’t trying to be,” MC said. “I just… well, I didn’t want to embarrass you, considering… I know I am the one that’s been distracting you lately.”

She frowned at them, but her reaction was a lot less severe than it could have been, and she knew it. “Clearly that Bludger did a lot more damage to your skull than I thought.”

“Oh Imelda,” MC chuckled, shaking their head as they smiled. “I may not know as much about Quidditch as you do, but I’m fairly certain my stamina in bed has nothing to do with it.”

To her credit, she didn’t lose her composure – didn’t even start blushing. She just stood there, cocking an eyebrow at them.

“I must admit it’s a bit flattering, all these unsavoury thoughts you have about me,” MC continued as they stepped into the room. “I might even –”

They stopped as Imelda suddenly stepped up to them, keeping them trapped in her icy gaze. “I don’t know how you know, and frankly, I don’t care.” she said, gripping the hem of their robe. “I assume you know what I want right now?”

MC nodded slowly.

“Good.” A smirk began tugging at her lips. “I think I’m beginning to appreciate this efficiency.”

Sebastian Sallow 🐍

“Seriously, MC, a Stunner?” taunted Sebastian as he easily deflected MC’s charm. “You can do better than that!”

“Just keep talking, Sallow,” MC chuckled, hunching forward to catch their breath. “You’re just making it easier for me.”

They attempted another spell, which he parried with ease. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched MC stumble around the duelling chamber. Their persistence was endearing, and he enjoyed spending time with them, even if it was only to knock them down a peg whenever he wanted.

After a few more fumbled attempts by MC, Sebastian decided to retaliate. He launched a spell of his own against them, which knocked them off their feet. MC yelped as they fell and then burst out in laughter, the bright sound echoing through the chamber.

I wonder how loud they can be.

He blinked, slightly taken aback by the brazenness of his own thought. A blush soon followed when he was struck by the realisation. It couldn’t be, right? He’d never viewed MC that way. An obnoxious loudmouth, that’s all they’d ever been to him –

I wonder how far I can push them if I have my way. I bet they’re a screamer.

Confused, he failed to see MC readying for another attack, and without warning he was suddenly knocked back, landing squarely on his ass. When he pushed himself back up, he noticed MC walking towards them with a smirk on their face.

“That was plain luck,” he scoffed as he stood up. “You only got me because I lost my focus for a moment.”

“I know,” MC responded. “I couldn’t help but notice you were suddenly very distracted by something.”

He cocked an eyebrow at them. How did they – but no, that was impossible. They were probably just bluffing, as usual.

“Sounds like you admit you can’t win in a fair fight,” he retorted.

“I think it’s time I made a confession,” MC said as they took another step towards him. “What if I told you I have let you win all this time?”

“Oh, have you now?”

“I can already tell which spells you’re thinking of before you even cast them,” MC explained, the smirk still not leaving their face. “How else would I have known you were going to use Levioso to taunt me just now?”

Sebastian could feel the colour leaving his face. How did he not… How long had they…?

MC took another step, closing the gap between them. “Long enough,” they said, their lips hovering close to his. “You know, Sallow, there are some other things you might not know about me yet. Would you care to find out?”

God yes, he thought, as their lips smashed together and MC’s mouth opened ever so slightly, their moaning sounding like music to his ears.

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

Ominis wasn’t easily impressed. It was more out of necessity than anything, considering he was mostly living through his senses – he simply couldn’t allow himself to get overwhelmed, lest he ended up losing control. He’d made peace with it a long time ago, finding that being impervious to his emotions was a lot easier than embracing them.

Which didn’t mean he was prepared for the enigma that was MC.

He noticed something was off when he started paying more attention to their presence in the corridors. It wasn’t really strange at first, as he was accustomed to internalising people’s scents and sounds to recognise them, but then MC started to occupy his mind even when they weren’t physically present. The lovely scent of their hair and the melodic sound of their voice were like colours on his mental canvas, and he savoured them whenever he could.

But after some time, even that wasn’t enough. For the first time since he could remember, Ominis felt a need – a deep wanting to experience MC beyond scent or sound. He wanted to feel them under his fingertips, the delicate touch of their skin, which he imagined to be ever so smooth and silky, like a freshly washed cloth.

There were times when he considered confessing his feelings to them. But every time fear would hold him back – of rejection, of these strange, intense emotions he didn’t have any experience with. Making matters worse were his suspicions that MC was onto something – to others it would have been barely noticeable, but for him it wasn’t hard to pick up on the subtle nuances in their voice, the way they laughed whenever they spoke to him.

One day, MC invited him for a walk along the lake. He could feel something stir within him as they held his arm to guide him, their hands so close to touching… but he forced himself to keep his emotions in check.

“It must be so strange, not knowing what everyone around you looks like,” MC spoke up at some point. “How do you even tell them apart?”

“I find that it helps to assign them textures based on their traits,” Ominis answered. “Take Sebastian – he must be rock-solid considering how thick his skull is.”

MC chuckled. “I suppose that makes sense. How do you imagine me?”

Ominis hesitated for a moment, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t immediately betray his true feelings. “I think you would be rough on the outside,” he finally said. “But inside, you would feel smooth, and warm – like a dragon egg.”

Merlin, he must have taken a temporary leave from his senses to be talking like that. He could feel MC bringing them to a halt. “MC –”

“Ominis,” they interrupted him. “It’s all right. You don’t have to say anything.”

Hot lava burned in his chest. Did they know? But how? His breath hitched in his throat as MC took his hand. They gently kissed all of his fingers before bringing him down – he practically melted away at the touch of their bare skin, warm and soft, more so than he had ever dared to dream of.

“Feel me,” MC said, and he needed no more.

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