#luce / the dark (oc)

[marabow]

(the drawing on the header made my Oana Befort)

୨⎯ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐃 ⎯୧

Yandere Male Vampire/Strigoi x Gn! Human! Reader

𑁍 Cw; depictions of death (animal(mentioned) and human), manipulation, gaslighting, threats

𑁍 Woah, first story on this blog (sorry if it's short)! I haven't seen any stories on writing websites involving vampires who aren't necessarily these rich charming siren-like creatures with huge castles, so I decided to be (probably) the first person to write about vampires without inspiration from the story of Bram Stoker. (I'll write a more detailed book with this plot and characters, so this is kind of like a little teaser) (I'll also change most of the things in the book, so don't expect everything to be like in this oneshot)

The morning sun began setting softly, leaving the simple dirt road towards the village of Nectarari, a simple and ignoble village miles away from Bucharest. Yet another day at work on the field, yet another painful day for the simple son/daughter of the farmer Dragos Spiridon, a very well respected man in the village for his ability to read the newsprint, even if he was just as simple and poor as everybody else in the small village. (Y/N) was walking beside their father, who was riding their family horse, Tinca. They could almost see their vision blur as they were walking, but they had to stay determined and keep walking.

"Diii, Tinca! we need to hurry home!" The much older man shouted. He seemed to ignore that their child was feeling quite tired. It must've been from all the work they did. 

"Tata, why couldn't Filoftea come to help us? Or even Lizuca." (Y/N) asked their father about their two sisters, yet he didn't answer, just busy making the old mare continue trotting. Seeing as the man didn't answer, the (h/c) haired boy/girl sighed, continuing to walk, even if their legs felt like giving up.

"My dear (Y/N), you know that your older brothers are in Bucharest selling the fleece of our sheep and that your sister Lizuca needs to learn for school, right?"

"Well, why can't Filoftea help us too? She's the same age as me, and she has the same strength."

"Filoftea caught the eye of Liviu Popa. She needs to remain home in the village so that she won't become any less beautiful to that young lad." (Y/N) hated that their father obviously loved their siblings more than them. It was as clear as day that they were just going to always help him with trading, as they were basically a nobody. They never went to school as their father could afford only for Lizuca and little Arsenie, they weren't as strong and charismatic as their brothers, Nectarie and Radu, who were now in Bucharest, probably never returning to the village, and they weren't as beautiful as their twin sister Filoftea, who caught sweet eyes from the priest's son, Liviu. In short, they didn't have such a bright future.

But even so, (Y/N) was strong… or at least, they tried their hardest. Right now, they felt as if the sun was burning them up, even if it was still dark out as the sun hasn’t hit them yet, as if Dracu was punishing them. They couldn’t carry the weight anymore, their arms like gelatin, and the crops they were holding on their back being the only reason they kept going without falling. (Y/N) looked to their left, where they saw a flock of sheep following a man in a wooly coat, a man they’ve never seen before, a man with whitish-blond hair from what they could see. He kept walking with the sheep, and slowly disappeared as the sun appeared, as if he was never there. The young man/girl dismissed it, knowing it was just a traveler.

Once they entered the village, a herd of people gathered around the village center to see Baba Ilinca, weeping as the people tried to interrogate her. "Azorel... he had no more blood in his small canine body..." she was stuttering. The old wise widow was shouting about how she saw an ugly humanoid, with eyes as dark as the devil's, but nobody believed her, except for of course, Priest Popa, Liviu's father.

(Y/N) didn't believe it either. Maybe another animal attacked the dog during the night. The dog's body was nowhere in sight, so they couldn't exactly speculate what killed him, but they did think another animal killed the dog, since what heartless human would kill a poor old dog?

The father and his child walked back to their small humble abode, a house like every other in the village. Before they could enter, they found a flock of sheep surrounding the house, and a young man on the porch of the house, hiding under the shadows of the roof, where baskets of flowers were dangling, the only thing differentiating the house from the others in the village. Little Arsenie seemed to have been on his way to school but stopped, as he was looking at the man who was sprawled on the floor, in a deep sleep of some sort, meaning that he didn't appear too early.

"Arsenie, go to school." The father said, dismissing his son. Arsenie obeyed his father and started running to the village center for school. (Y/N) remained with their father, as their father picked up the young man from their porch, and proceeded to take him inside. (Y/N) knew their father cared deeply about the village people, but they knew this man was not from the village. He looked like a transylvanian saxon, from how pale his features were, and from his attire which looked a little different from the clothing they had here in Wallachia. Their father laid him on one of the two beds they had in the whole house, and let him rest. "(Y/N)! Go make some soup for this boy. He looks like a traveler who isn't in good shape."

(Y/N) obeyed their father and went to make some soup, which they then brought to the unconscious man. Their father left them alone, so they sat next to the blond. They knew they saw this man before, earlier on the field, but they wonder... what happened?

Almost an hour later, he woke up, looking around with his tired brown eyes. "Where am I...?" He muttered, in an accent (Y/N) understood was hungarian.

"You're in the county of Ilfov. You must've wanted to go to Bucharest, right?" (Y/N) asked, as they picked up a wooden spoon, presenting it to him, which he politely declined.

"Not quite. I just ran away from home with my sheep... where are they?"

"Don't worry, they're outside, waiting for you. But please stay here, you aren't in great health to continue your journey."

The young man nodded, as he continued resting on the pillow. (Y/N) got up to walk away, but the man kept his grip on their hand, even if it felt weak at the moment. "Please... stay by my side..."

(Y/N) was a little surprised, but obliged nonetheless, as she knew he didn't feel quite right at the moment.

(Y/N) soon learned his name was Vasile. Vasile Eliade. He was a young man from Transylvania, more specifically Cluj Napoca, who ran away from home after a fight with his adoptive parents. He lived a pretty wealthy life in the big city, but he remained with nothing to his name. A few months prior he lived in Sibiu, where he became a shepherd, and was supposed to take them to Bucharest next so they can be sold for their fleece.

Vasile and (Y/N) became friends quickly, which managed to convince (Y/N)'s father to let Vasile live with them, with the condition that he took care of the animals, not only his sheep, but also the Spiridon family's pigs, cows, horse and chickens.

Life was going smoothly for the family, as Filoftea married Liviu, Arsenie and Lizuca finished the school year, Arsenie being top student of the village's younglings, meanwhile Lizuca was just average in school activities. Even (Y/N) started learning how to read and write from their new blond friend

Though, Filoftea wasn't quite happy with her life as Liviu's wife, which made her try to pursue a secret relationship with Vasile, as he was 'more fun'.

(Y/N) didn't pay much attention to it, but Vasile, even if he was polite and 'loyal' to the family, didn't like it one bit. He was starting to grow feelings for the hardworking man/woman with the name of (Y/N). What once was just prey to him, another flesh to be eaten, became his equal slowly... or something more.

It has been a year since Vasile arrived to the village and became sort of like a part of the family. The family business was growing quite better since last year, which made the family quite happy. In the backyard laid (Y/N) and Vasile on the grass, as the autumn leaves started falling, and the gentle breeze of the wind was fanning their faces.

"(Y/N), can you promise me something?"

"Of course. What is it?"

Vasile looked nonchalantly at the sky, sighing softly. "Promise me that we'll be together even if one of us does a 'horrible' thing."

(Y/N) was confused. " what do you mean? Of course I'll be by your side." The young man/girl didn't think much. They only thought he meant something like accidentally ruining the family business or something like that, which was horrible enough, but not something to leave him.

"Thank you very much..." He muttered. As he kept staring at the stars. "I think it's very late. Go to sleep with Filoftea. I'll follow you in shortly."

"Alright..." (Y/N) yawned as they got up. "Well, good night."

"Goodnight." was all Vasile said, as (Y/N) walked back inside. "I love you."

(Y/N) was met with Filoftea, sleeping in the bed their father usually slept in, as he was away with Liviu to visit Radu, (Y/N)'s older brother, in Bucharest so that Liviu can 'take a break' from Filoftea's neediness, as she became very needy after getting pregnant.

(Y/N) slept on the opposite bed, the one where their younger siblings slept in right at the moment. 'Poor Filly..." (Y/N) thought, thinking about how Filoftea was alone and pregnant, with a husband who always ran away from his responsibilities. Soon, their eyes closed, falling asleep.

They woke up to the smell of blood hitting their nose. Opening their eyes, they saw everyone was asleep... except of Vasile who... was next to Filoftea. (Y/N) didn't think much, due to their sleepy state making them think he was only pecking her neck with kisses. But they realised that Filoftea was asleep, meaning that this was breaking her boundary. They quickly got up to scold Vasile, only to see... a pool of blood on the bed. Filoftea's eyes were frozen in a contorted face of fright, pale like a blind person's.

"Filly...?" was all (Y/N) muttered as Vasile looked at them with a look of hunger. That's when (Y/N) realized. Those dark eyes... the blood on his lips... Baba Ilinca was right about her dog being sucked dry by a strigoi... as the strigoi was right in the village, right in the Spiridon residence, right in front of somebody who didn't believe in them.

"(Y/N)... Iubirea mea!" Vasile got up and smiled insanely, his teeth sharp and coated full of blood. (Y/N) then realised why he never shown his teeth, or talked in mutters. Not because he was tired, or from another reason that wasn't the fact he was a blood sucker! "Don't be frightened. I love you so much, it'd pain me for you to be scared. Come now. Help me put your pesky harlot sister outside so the soil will become stronger!"

"I can't help you... you're not human... you're not man at all..." The twin of Filoftea muttered, as they began backing away. Vasile didn't take this too kindly, as he ran to them, and held their wrists with his tight grip.

"YOU WILL HELP ME. I AM YOUR ONE TRUE LOVE! YOU PROMISED YOU'D HELP ME! YOU'RE JUST AS MUCH OF A MONSTER LIKE I AM IF YOU'D RATHER HELP SOMETHING THAT IS NO LONGER BREATHING THAN YOUR TRUE LOVE!"

(Y/N) wanted to kick him off them, but they couldn't. "If you do anything rash, the young children will meet the same fate, and it'd all be your fault!"

"Now, choose wisely. Will you become like me, or will your family meet the same fate. Nobody will blame me, they'll only blame you, as it is your fault. I wouldn't want my one true love to feel the pain of having their head cut off, and neither would you like that fate..."

"Right?"

A/N: Sorry if this was short and rushed, I wrote all of this in one day, and I don't want to spoil my book in any way. Hope you guys enjoyed this story, and make sure to give me more ideas for stories in my inbox! Have a swell day everyone!

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[raintailed]

YEAH BOIIII!! finally made references for Luce.

1st image is of them before they got their soul messed with. 2nd image is their current appearance. and 3rd image is what they will look like soon, but that part of their story hasn't happened yet

Luce is a funny mothman creature who eats light (literally). They like to cling to walls, cause mischief, etc. Also sometimes they get disoriented when they fly so they fly into someone's face LOL

Notes transcripts under the cut

Notes transcripts!!

Luce (past); they/them

green on wings is shiny

ruff and tail are shorter than current Luce's

avg slugcat height: 3'3"; Luce's height is 1'6"

Luce can also fold their wings like a cape

Luce, "The Dark"; they/them

eats light instead of food???

red/orange colors glow

flowers are wilted :(

no mouth, but can still talk

soul looks like a black hole

avg slugcat height: 3'3"; Luce's height is 1'6"

Luce can also fold their wings like a cape

Luce, "The Dark" (prismed); they/them

eats light instead of food???

red/orange colors glow

flowers, arms, & horns are made of crystal

no mouth, but can still talk

soul looks like a black hole

avg slugcat height: 3'3"; Luce's height is 1'6"

Luce can also fold their wings like a cape

[cosmicgardencreative]

Day 8 - Morning Routine

If an evil villainess wants to get anything done, she's GOT to have a morning routine~

[ad-astarion-per-aspera]

[simpingcorner]

WRECK MY PLANS ONE

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x OC!Isla McCewan; kook!king x pogue Chapter warnings:  asshole kooks, English isn’t my first language, trauma(?), kids (idk my friends told me to put it as a tw), swear words, not proofread, let me know if I missed something. WC: 1.456 Disclaimer: All characters are aged up cus I don’t feel comfortable writing about teenagers romance and there’s some really strong themes on here.

All her life she’s known never to cross the big names of the island and all her life she’s been in the shadow, working her ass off everyday since she was a kid, never giving those big names any reason to know of her and, especially, never giving them any reason to get mad at her and have her as their rage target.

The air was different here than in the Cut, it felt better, lighter, it smelled like sea and home cooked meals, which wasn’t all that new but the lack of weed, gasoline and nicotine sure helped the fantasies that this was her life, this was where she lived, who she was and the three young kids running and laughing around her in the backyard filled her heart more than anything ever had before.

It’ll happen, you’ll have the life you deserve, just a few more months and you’re gonna be out of here, never looking back and never having to worry about any of them ever again. Those were the thoughts that lived rent free in her head, dreams and fantasies she deep down knew would never become reality, but what’s the hurt in imagining?

“Isla! Isla! Look what we can do.” The little dark haired boy giggled pushing his sister on the swing giving her the feeling of flying out and about in the sky, “Wow. You know if you push her even faster she might fly over to Bermudas.” She replied smiling at the kids, “I wanna go to Bermudas.” said the girl pouting. “I know you do Luce, mama will take you there one day. I promise.” “I’ll plan everything, and we go for Christmas what you say Luce?” shouted a voice from inside the house, “Gotta ask first Jamesie, you know we can’t just up and go to Bermudas.” “As if they could ever tell her no, come on Is, it’d be vacation for you too, not like mum can’t do it alone.” “What can’t I do alone, James?” the calming voice of Emily Lighthouse came sudden like a rainstorm in the fall to her ears, “Luce wants to go to the Bermudas…” explained the oldest, “And do you know what the Bermudas are baby?” asked the woman picking the still pouting little girl up from the swing. Isla hang back a few moments watching the older woman walk inside followed by her two loving boys, her heart hurt at the scene, her memory blank searching for a moment like that with her parents, a loving parent who’d go out their way to make sure she was safe. One day. As she walked in the house, she had now been working at for the past six years, she couldn’t help but let her eyes wonder around studying the luxury and money this side of the Island showed off like bread to birds. “Sweetheart I asked if you’d like to stay for dinner, I made way too much food for us four only.” Isla’s baby blue eyes widened at the woman’s words, not that it was unusual for her to spend the night at the house, there had been years when she spent more time there than at her own place, but something in her still warmed at the kind request, she knew the Lighthouses weren’t a normal Kook family, they were always nice to her, treating her basically like family, never ever doubting her even when the rest of Figure 8 would go out their way to make her the bad guy. “No, thank you. You enjoy it for me though. I actually have plans tonight.” The girl said quietly, “Well you’ll tell us all about your night another day then. But please take something home. And please be safe they say Agatha’s headed this way.” Isla’s cheeks warmed at the kind words of the rich woman in front of her, she reluctantly accepted the food, got her helmet and jacket and said her goodbyes before closing the door behind her and starting her walk out the neighbourhood.

“Going back to your tree house McCewan?” a deep, unfortunately too familiar voice said in the darkening sunset light, “Look, I’m just leaving, I don’t want any trouble.” said the girl with her head down and her eyes on the pavement, “Oh come on, not even a snarky comment? Where’s the Isla McCewan everyone’s always talking about?” “She’s tired and just wants to go home and sleeps, so can you let me pass.” “But where’s the fun in that then? You know you can always come to my place, it sure as fuck is safer than whatever shit hole you live in.” the brunette kook said walking way too close to the girl, finally caging her between him and the wall behind her, she knew she could have gotten out of there really easily, if there’s one good thing that came out of the Cut it’s knowing how to defend herself, but she was tired of having to defend herself and she knew no matter how bad things turned out to be it was always gonna be her fault, so she simply looked at him hoping he’d let her go with a sudden change of mind. What she didn’t expect was the Kook king to come up to them, “She’s not worth it Gold, trust me girls like her are not as fun as you’d think.” her eyes moved to meet Rafe Cameron’s dilated pupils and she knew he didn’t do it out of the good of his heart, the younger kook looked behind him and left them with a scoff, “One day McCewan, I assure you.” he said before going back in the garage he had came out of.

Isla picked her jacket, that had fallen off her grip and started making her way back to her bike, “Wow, not even a thank you. I knew you Pogues don’t have manners but that’s just low.” the older Kook said walking behind her, “Thank you your majesty Rafe Cameron I’ll make sure to offer you my biggest pig and cow to thank you properly.” she said not even looking behind at him, she simply couldn’t, she knew the rumors, she knew what was being said about him and she had promised herself never to go back there, not to that at least. “You really shouldn’t let that tongue run like that, you never know how people might react.” He said with a grip on her wrist, that wasn’t as tight as he’d wanted it to be, “Also you should really look at the person who’s talking to you, it’s very disrespectful not doing it.” she turned to him, his red eyes bored in her blue ones with something she had never been able to read, “Oh thank you Rafy, you’re my saviour I will never be able to thank you properly, please let me suck you off to show you how grateful I am.” Her words were laced with sarcasm and a poison he knew she only used for and with him, “Come on Cameron go back to your underground bunker and cuddle up on daddy’s lap, I’m sure he wouldn’t want his precious baby out here in such dangerous weather.” his jaw twitched and clenched for a second, “At least I have a dad who cares about me and my safety.” “Keep telling yourself that, maybe it’ll become true.” she said getting out of his grip and finally making it to her bike, once her helmet was on, visor down and the bike had started she let her mind wonder and her throat felt full of thorns as she left Figure 8, Rafe Cameron watching her from afar holding on that conversation.

The lights were out in the little black and grey shed she had to call home, she had left her bike at the Flores’ gate not to make a noise and not to be seen, she opened the door praying whatever god was watching that the house was empty, her heart and breathing the only noises in the house as she walked and closed the door behind her, the room was the same as she had left, mouldy black walls, broken pieces of a dresser and lamps were scattered on the floor, the broken and way too hard yoga mat and her baby blanket the only place where she could sleep. She laid on the mat pulling the blanket over her legs as she stared at the ceiling, a few of her old glow in the dark stars still stand between a mould stain and the other, she watched them, memories of her childhood came to mind as she fell asleep surrounded by the creaks and raindrops noises.

divider from @enchanthings

[shelbydelrey]

Just Like A Soap Opera

pairing: Lucy Winters (OC) x Tommy Shelby

a/n: OC and story idea belong to the wonderful @mischievouslittlecreature I just ran with it 🤭Hope you like it, love 💙

"Mum?" She calls out, despite the pounding in her head.

"Oh, thank goodness you're awake," The woman approaches, eyes red and swollen; a sight too familiar to give Lucy ease, "Are you feeling any pain?"

"Ouch," Lucy blurts out once her mother's hand brushes over her forehead.

"I'll call the doctor," With a sorrowful gaze Genevieve retrieves her fingers and presses a button underneath the strange bed Lucy finds herself in.

"What happened?" She asks, deciding to verify before entering panic mode. The blurred peripheral vision and the constant thud inside her skull doesn't help though.

"Hey kiddo!" Someone shouts at the door, "You finally decided to come back to the world of the living?"

Genevieve must have seen her squint because she shushes the stranger and chastises them with a slap on the arm.

"Your sister is not feeling well."

A smile instinctively creeps up on Lucy's lips.

"Take it down a notch, will you? Kiddo."

"There she is," Teddy congratulates while handing his mother a cup of tea. He also has dark bags under his eyes and his hair resembles a bird's nest more than actual hair.

"Where's Thomas?" Their mother inquires.

"Heading back here with her stuff. You know, i told him to leave you in the snow but the fucker wouldn't listen to -"

Still fighting to crawl back to consciousness, Lucy interrupts Teddy.

"How bad is it?" She assumes that in the least she got a concussion, "Because i can't miss my finals plus i have an essay that's due for Professor Carn and you guys know how much he hates me."

"Finals?" Genevieve questions.

"Professor Carn?" Blurts Teddy.

Both of them have the same look of shock and confusion on their faces.

"Yes," Lucy replies in a high pitched tone, that sends another pang to her head, more to reassure herself than her family.

A man walks in carrying two briefcases.

“Hey, you’re up,” He says while smiling, revealing the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes, “I almost couldn’t make it outside the house ‘cause Trouble wouldn’t let go of me. I think she thinks i got you in trouble.”

A deep frown forms on Lucy’s forehead. What is he talking about?

His beam dims until it completely disappears.

“Mum?” She calls but is Teddy who answers, pointing at the other man:

“Luce, who is that?”

“Should i know?”

She clutches the sheet as her breathing shortens. Looking at the stranger again, she recognises a mixture of hurt and worry in his features.

“Tommy, go fetch the doctor,” Genevieve interveins, blocking Lucy’s sight so she can’t see Tommy, whoever that is.

“Luce, what’s the last thing you remember?”

“Teddy, stop! Leave her alone,” Her mother hushes.

“She looked at him like she didn't know him!” Teddy screeches.

“You’re not making things any better.”

“Who is he?” Lucy requests. Tommy is his name, she knows that, but she needs more info so she can remember him and so that mum and Teddy can stop freaking out.

“Don’t-” Genevieve tries to stop her son but he gives out anyway:

“That’s your husband.”

“WHAT?”

Just Like A Soap Opera or the story of how Lucy will fall in love, again, with her husband.

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

I've Got You

pairing: Fanon!Jacaerys Valeryon x Female OC

summary: Daena's still hidden with the servants and one just cannot seem to leave her alone.

Word count: 2,0K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, incest, blacks won, soft dad Daemon, protective dad Daemon, protective Jace

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Daena eyed Jack seeing him already watching her every move making her even more uncomfortable. She fidgeted with the sleeve of her dress feeling irritated that a man like Jack was making her feel so dirty.

"Dana" Daemon called earning her attention. She walked over to her secret father. He held up his empty cup with a 'please' in his eyes but she knew he could not be polite. She knew Jace and Luce were watching her, one softly and the other shocked having heard of her heritage a while back after catching her and Jace in his room in a not-very-appropriate position, not that it was very bad, they have never gone all the way anyways.

"Anything else, your grace?" Daena asked after having filled her father's cup. Rhaenyra shook her head silently dismissing her. Their relationship did not improve much over the last couple of moons, it seemed like it had worsened after Jace told his mother of the affection he held for Daena, she was strongly against it wanting him to marry Baela and stay faithful to her. Baela did not care much, she held no more than brotherly love for Jace and she knew their marriage will be boring anyways.

Daena moved out of the door but not before catching Jacaerys' eyes watching her leave with a hint of a smile. He sent her a wink when their eyes met making her cheek blaze with a blush. She scurried down the corridor looking for the small dots every now and then on the walls, Jace had drawn them on himself seeing as she kept getting lost in Keep. Red meant kitchen, green meant the cellar, and white was her rooms.

"Dana" She paused hearing her fake name being called. She turned to find Jack following her with a weird smile on but she decided to ignore that and smile back just to be nice.

"They needed more cakes" He explained. She nodded and continued making her way through the corridors silently. She was thinking through options for a present to Jace whose nameday was coming up soon.

"I would pay a whole golden dragon to know what you are thinking of" Jack joked. Dana raised an eyebrow, why would he be interested in her thoughts?

"Just a new cake recipe" She lied. She got good at lying but it seems two people always caught her, Jace and Daemon Targaryen.

"I cannot wait to taste it then" He chuckled. Daena was about to take a left turn seeing a slightly bigger circle on the wall there even obvious to others no but Jace told them to never erase them using his younger brother Aegon as an excuse and no one dared defy the crown prince, the heir to the Iron Throne.

"Let's go this way, a short cut" Jack pointed to the opposite corridor. Daena was a little confused, Jace has never mentioned a shortcut to the kitchens.

"Are you sure? I do not want to get lost" Daena rubbed her hands together feeling a nervous sweat building on her palms.

"Of course, I take it all the time" He reassured. She nodded letting him lead the way.

The corridor was dark with barely any torches lighting the way. Daena shivered at the coldness in the air but did not comment.

"What do you want Jack?" Daena questioned. She knew he wanted something, this was not the way to the kitchens, although she did not know her way around much but a nagging voice in the back of her mind was telling her that there was no way this was the way to the kitchens.

"Whatever do you mean, dear Dana?" Jack asked turning to look at her with a mischievous smirk on his lips.

"This is not the way to the kitchens, what do you want?" Daena paused under a torch feeling uneasy in a dark part of the corridor. Jack stepped closer to her leaving barely two feet in between them.

"Is it not obvious? I have been giving you hints all week, Dana, I like you" Jack answered. That did not explain the dark corridor and the fear she felt in her bones.

"I am sorry Jack, I do not want to seem uncaring but I do not share those feelings with you" Daena shook her head in denying. Jack took a deep breathe before stepping closer to her trapping her against the wall.

"Let me prove you wrong" He begged. He leaned his head down trying to capture Daena's lips but she moved her head to the side.

Jack did not like that at all, he grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him. He had a glare set on his face daring her to move her head away from him again.

"Relax" He did not give her time to refuse again and slammed his lips down on hers. She squirmed and wiggled trying to get out of his hold. His lips were chapt and rough biting into her lips and making cuts all over her lips. She tried screaming but his lips muffled her words. His hands moved to grab her wrists and held them in place by her sides.

Daena felt panic rise inside of her as he continued to kiss her and hold her against her will against the wall. She tried twisting her wrists out of his hold but he was still stronger.

"Let me go" She demanded breathlessly when he pulled away. Jack smirked down at her, he has never looked eviler than he did now.

"Why should I? I tasted your lips and they are the sweetest thing I have ever tasted" He responded. He leaned his head down to pepper kisses across her neck and collarbone.

"Just let me go!" She yelled wiggling. She felt dirty and in need of a hundred baths.

"No way little girl, you taste divine" He whispered in her ear. She shuddered trying to push him away. He let go of one of her wrists to push some of her hair back when it fell over her neck so he could mark her even more. She immediately tried using it to her advantage but still, he was stronger.

"Let her go!" A voice boomed from the darkness. Daena's head snapped in that direction, there was a silhouette that no one can recognize but that voice was too familiar for her to not know.

"Prince Jacaerys" She whispered relieved. Jack scrambled away from her when he heard the name leave her lips. Jace walked closer to the pair with a smirk on his face. Jace walked over to Daena eyeing the bruises already appearing on her neck.

"Is this how you treat ladies?" Jace asked. One of his fingers moved to trace one of the bruises, his heart shattered at the sight of his beloved hurt. Daena whimpered moving away from him and that made him even more furious.

"My prince I was just-" Jack did not know how to justify what he was doing.

"Just what? If I had not passed this way you would have raped the poor girl" Jace's voice raised in volume making Daena jump. Jack's eyes flashed to look at her for a second and that was enough to strike fear into her, she shuffled closer to Jace for some safety, and reassurance that nothing will happen, and Jack will not hurt her.

"It was not my intention" Jack's eyes watered and his lower lips quivered sensing the danger.

"Get away from here before I cut off your cock myself" Jace hissed through his teeth. Jack scrambled away from there fearing the anger of the heir.

"Thank you" Daena whispered. The gravity of the situation finally fell and damn broke. Tears streamed down her face and her body shook with her sobs.

"Oh darling, come here" Jace pulled her into his arms trying to comfort her. She clung to him as if he was her lifeline. He held her against his chest thanking the gids for sparing her from such a fate. He will not let her out of his sight ever again.

"I w-was so s-scared" She whimpered. Jace never wanted to hear those words coming out of her mouth ever again.

"I've got you, darling, come" Jace stirred her away from this damned hallway. He did not know what compelled him to come this way, this hallway led to the dungeons after all but he was thankful he listened to his instincts. Daena did not know where he had taken her until she heard the sound of her father's voice.

"Jace?" The queen questioned. She knew of their relationship but she did not approve and besides it was unlike him to show affection in public knowing she would not like that. Daemon on the other hand grew concerned at the sight of his shaking daughter.

"There has been an incident" Jace explained. Daemon stepped over to the two and placed a hand on Daena's back. She looked up at him, eyes swollen and red from crying.

"What happened?" Daemon asked running a hand through her hair.

"Another servant tried getting his way" Was all Jace said and Daemon understood. His blood boiled with rage, how dare a lowlife to touch his daughter.

"Who is that son of a bitch?" Daemon quizzed. Rhaenyra was frozen at the information, no matter how much she dislikes Daena she would not wish such a fate on anyone even her worst enemies.

"Jack" Jace wanted Daemon to go into a fit of rage, he wanted Daemon to kill Jack with Dark Sister knowing he was needed to comfort Daena who was still holding on to his tunic shivering from head to toe. He did not dare look below her eyes at her bloody lips or the blueish bruises on her neck.

"I will kill him" Daemon pulled Dark Sister out and moved towards the door but Rhaenyra's voice calling his name made him pause at the doors.

"Do not be irrational, we will put him on trial " She tried calming the situation. She moved from the table and over to her son and stepdaughter. Jace just then noticed that the rest of his siblings were not there, even Luce was nowhere to be seen.

"Irrational? He tried raping my daughter and you want me to be rational?" Daemon hissed glaring at her. He hated how she disliked Daena, she accepted Baela and Rhaena but could not seem to stomach Daena as if her sons were bastards themselves.

"He will be dealt with the right way, Daemon. You cannot just barge in there and demand his head, servants will talk and question your protectiveness over a servant and rumors will circle around" Rhaenyra explained. She moved over to Daemon as she spoke. His glare did not waver for a second.

"Let them talk! She is my daughter" Daemon tried walking out again but this time it was Daena's voice that stopped him.

"Her grace is right, my prince, please do not kill him because of me. I am more than grateful for a trial" Daena moved out of Jace's embrace much to his dismay, he wanted to keep her in his arms and protect her. Rhaenyra watched the father walk over to his daughter with a softened gaze, she has never seen Daemon so soft, so gentle with any of his children Baela, Rhaena, Aegon, or Viserys.

"But he hurt you" Daemon placed his hand that was not holding Dark Sister on her cheek. She smiled sweetly at him and shook her head.

"I am alright, Prince Jacaerys saved me" She whispered. Daemon's eyes flashed to his stepson grateful. Daena leaned into her father hugging him around the middle. Daemon wrapped his free arm around her shoulder holding her close.

Rhaenyra felt a little guilty for being so hard on the soft girl, she was still Daemon'd blood meaning her blood. They were cousins and she was being a bitch. She could see the love her son held for Daena and she knew there was no stopping him from loving Daena, even if she forced him to marry Baela.

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My targaryen OC: Rhaenys Velaryon

Parents: Rhaenyra Targaryen & Harwin Strong (believed to be Laenor Velaryon)

Age: She is older than Luce, and younger than Jace.

Dragon: Suvion

A little about her:

Rhaenys made it a point to be an educated young woman. There were two places she may be found, either in the library of the red keep, or on the back of her dragon. Like her mother, she loves to ride, and does it more than her parents would like.

Despite having the same parentage as three of her dark haired brothers, she was blessed with white hair and purple eyes.

To aid growing tensions, she was betrothed to Ameond Targaryen, despite her being in love with her brother Jace. She begrudgingly would do her duty for family and honor.

More to come in a written work about the events listed above ♡

[durgeteriormotives]

My OC master list

Long post below <3

Cain- The dark urge- High sun elf- Sorcerer, Druid- He/him

Sethrin- Charlatan- High sun elf- Wizard- Vampire- He/him

Luce- The dark urge- Tiefling- Sorcerer- She/her

Eevee- Noble- Tiefling- Bard- She/her

Dae- The dark urge- Tiefling- Ranger- They/him

Ashe- Folk hero- High moon elf- Paladin- Oath of the Ancients- He/him

Yaz'ryl- Acolyte- Lolth-sworn drow- Wizard- He/him

Killian- Urchin- High moon elf- Rouge- He/him

Mares- Outlander- Tiefling/Wood elf- Monk- She/her

[angel-anachronism]

Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? (Oc x Gender neutral! camp counselour! reader) (DARK)

Hello, dear reader. This oneshot is created after my hyperfixation with summer camp-related things and creepy stories. I might turn this oneshot into an actual book somewhere in the future. Hope you enjoy it, and please send me more requests in the inbox if you have a story you'd like for me to write! ~Luce

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: obsessive behaviours, just overall creepiness, death

"And then, little Patricia opened the door and saw a tall figure...'Who are you?' asked Patricia, not knowing that this tall figure was indeed the Crooked Man from the haunted book she read! " I stood up and put my hands in the air to make myself taller as I growled playfully towards the campers. Some of them got scared, meanwhile others didn't. Mostly the younger campers got scared by my story, but even some of the older ones shivered.

Before I could continue the story, another voice joined from behind me "Alright, my little woodpeckers! It's currently 10:30 PM, which you know what that means, nighttime!" It was Asha, a fellow colleague of mine. The campers didn't seem too pleased that they needed to go to sleep, as some of them whined, and some of them groaned. "Tomorrow we're going canoeing, and we need to be full of energy!"

"Yeah, and if you don't go to sleep, the Crooked Man will come to your cabins, and steal you all!" I joined in, just to help Asha out. This caused the kids to scream and cry. "I was just joking of course! The Crooked Man would never mess with a woodpecker! But just to be sure, we need to go to sleep. I'll make sure to scare him if he does appear!" I reassured the kids, which seemed to have calmed them. Thank god.

"Well, come follow me, while (Y/N) and Isaac make sure no monster will appear – And of course, to put the campfire out!" Asha giggled as the children started following her towards their cabins.

Now I was left here with Isaac, another camp counsellor here at Camp Woodpecker. We got along pretty well not gonna lie. The only thing I'm wondering at the moment is where is Ajax? I haven't seen him tonight one bit.

"So, (Y/N), do you perhaps believe in the Crooked Man?" I heard Isaac ask as they were currently sweeping the grass to get rid of litter.

"Pshht, yeah. I only invented that story to give a good ol' scare to the kids. Why are you asking? Did my stupid story actually scare you?" I giggled.

Isaac began giggling too "Yeah! Shiver me timbers, the Crooked Man will totally come at night and steal my Pokemon card collection!"

We both giggled while cleaning the burnt marshmallows and juice bottles that were on the ground.

"Alright, our job here is done. Now we only need to put out the fire and-" "I don't think we should put out the fire yet. Ajax hasn't appeared back on the campgrounds since hours ago. I'll be waiting for him here." I cut Isaac off as I sat back on the log bench.

Isaac just shrugged "Suit yourself then, see you in the morning. I'll go clean the entrance of the camp. If Ajax comes here, tell him to come help me before we go back to our cabins, OK?" I nodded, to which Isaac smiled and started walking away.

I started waiting for Ajax's appearance for what seemed like hours. Long boring hours, but by what my wristwatch was saying, only fifteen minutes passed.

I sighed as I kept looking at the crackling fire, to not fall asleep. My eyelids felt heavy, but I was trying my hardest to stay awake. As I was slowly falling into the hands of slumber, I heard a shuffling from behind, which woke me up. I looked behind. No one was there except for some bushes. Huh, weird. It might be Ajax trying to fool me.

"Nice try, but you're not scaring me, 'Jax." I yawned, smiling derpily. No response. It might've been an animal. The fire was slowly getting smaller and smaller, leaving only the cabins in the distance to be lit up.

I heard shuffling again. I looked back, tired of whoever or whatever was trying to scare me. This time, instead of being met with nothing, I saw a silhouette come out of the bushes. The fire wasn't really showing who was behind, but all I could see was what seemed like a man with big mouse ears. At this point, I just know that Ajax is trying to scare me by wearing some kind of mouse or rat mask.

"You're really funny, you know that? How about you eat a roasted marshmallow before the fire burns out? Isaac told me they're expecting you to help clean with them the entrance." I smiled towards Ajax, who just started walking towards me and sat on the opposite log bench, taking a marshmallow out of the marshmallow bag Asha brought for the campers, and putting it on a stick while roasting it to the small fire. I still wonder why he's wearing a rat mask.

"You know, my dear mouse... I've admired you from quite afar. You truly are a shining gem in this world full of disease." I heard Ajax say...wait, this doesn't sound like Ajax...

"That sounds...sweet, Ajax..." I said, trying to indirectly ask this man if he was indeed Ajax. I didn't really communicate with Ajax throughout this summer, but something about this new person was...off.

He chuckled. "Oh, how innocent and naive you truly are. Being scared of me? I can hear the fear in your voice, my little mouse. You don't have to be scared of me. I'm just your friendly neighbourhood vermin man."

Okay, now I just know that this is just Ajax in a rat mask. "Stop joking around, Ajax. You're not funny." This seemed to have made Ajax, or how I should call him now "Vermin man", be amused.

"Oh, but I'm not joking. Jokes are supposed to be funny. I'm being fully serious, mouse. You truly are an innocent and pure soul. If only you'd join me...oh, that would be heavenly."

"Alright then. Bye, Jax." I got tired of Ajax's whole prank and just got up and walked away from him. I still couldn't see his face, but I could see the form of his rat mask and how he turned his head towards me.

"Until next time, my love." I heard him say lowly, which I decided to ignore. I won't wait for him any longer if he keeps trying to goof around. He's a grown-ass man, he can do whatever he wants.

As I was walking towards the Cabin, I found Asha looking worried, as police sirens were heard in the distance. What's going on?

"Hey, Ash! What's happening?" I asked. Asha looked at me and frowned with worry.

"I heard from Isaac that you've waited for Ajax to come to the campfire. Well...now we know the reason why he didn't come..." Asha looked as if she was shivering and on the verge of tears. What does she mean, Ajax was just with me a few minutes ago?

Before I could ask any more questions, Asha walked with me towards the entrance, where Isaac was talking to a police officer. The whole camp staff were here, including the camp director, whom I hadn't seen since the interview I had with her when I was getting my job.

I looked at the forensic team as they were zipping a cadaver bag, and immediately ran to see what happened. Did somebody die?

Right as they were zipping the bag, I saw him...Ajax, all bloodied and bruised...Then who was the person I talked to?

[presidenthades]

I am doing very minor revisions of Daemon’s Handbook (mostly formatting and continuity errors), and I wanted to do some behind-the-scenes commentary before too much time passes and I forget my original thoughts. Here’s Chapter 11!

(Note that these commentaries aren’t canon to the verse until/unless the author writes them into the series. I might change my mind on a few points later, but these are the thoughts I had while writing.)

In my early outline, the big scandal in the last chapter was supposed to be Luce and Aemond getting caught in flagrante by somebody aligned to Otto (the servants’ passages scene in Chapter 9 didn’t happen in this version). I was writing it as a parallel to the Episode 4 brothel scene, so I was going to have it take place in the city somewhere, and there was going to be a lot of drama with Luce and Aemond being forcibly separated while Daemon searches for Luce. But the pacing was off and the necessary sequence of events was too contrived, so we got the version that currently exists in the fic.

I kept wondering if it was plausible Clement Celtigar to be stupid enough to unwittingly act as Otto’s lackey. I decided the answer is yes. I try not to character bash, but the Celtigars make it too easy. 😭 Seriously, read about them on the ASOIAF wiki (and look at Edwell and Bartimos’s pages).

I imagine that Otto pretended to be more familiar with Rhaenyra’s side of the family than he actually is, and he dropped some hints (without outright saying it, because like Daemon thinks in this chapter, young men want to believe they come up with their own ideas) that Luce favors Clement, and that she enjoys visiting the library late at night. Then Otto had the note forged in Aemond’s handwriting and left it for Luce. I’m sure this scheme was a lot smoother and sneakier than my bullet points can convey.

I picked the library as the setting so I could play with the trope in a lot of Aemond/OC fanfics (which I really enjoy! But I also enjoy flipping tropes) where Aemond and his love interest rendezvous in the library.

ASOIAF has names for hours of the day (eg hour of ghosts), but GRRM hasn’t revealed all the names. So I extrapolated names for all 24 hours of the day. “Hour of the cat” in the forged note is 11PM.

I spent a while debating how badly Luce injures Clement. I considered making it a lot more grievous (with a knife involved, as a redux of Driftmark), but that would have drastically darkened the story’s tone and changed the fallout from the event. So Clement gets away with a bit of testicular torsion, which Dr Google tells me *can* be serious if not quickly given medical treatment.

Bartimos comes close to calling Luce a whore. If he said it, Daemon would probably have given him the Episode 8 Vaemond treatment. Again, that would’ve been a very dark tonal shift, so Barty stays quiet.

Clement wants 8 sons and 2 daughters because a crab (his house sigil) has ten legs total, two of them being pincers. But Luce doesn’t care about the symbolism, and she ain’t having that many kids.

Normally Luce would have sneaked off alone to meet Aemond in the library. But she brings Rhaena because the argument with Daemon is still fresh, and she’s smarting from his (reasonably accurate) accusation that she doesn’t think enough with her upper brain. So in a strange way, Daemon’s diatribe benefited Luce because if she’d gone alone, there wouldn’t be any witnesses to defend her.

Daemon’s snooping around the girls’ letters is also proving to be surprisingly helpful several years later! If he hasn’t read Aemond’s letters to Luce, Daemon wouldn’t notice the handwriting discrepancy.

Daemon spends the entire fic paranoid about Hightower schemes, and he’s FINALLY right! He finally gets validation! 😂 But he also has zero evidence, literally just gut feelings and vibes.

Baela has been having a great time with Cregan Stark (who canonically has a thing for bisexual tomboys). The Northerners are staying around longer than most wedding guests because the distance is so far, so Baela has plenty of time to keep seducing him. By the time Cregan leaves, I imagine he’s going to make an offer to Baela, but she’s going to put him off for a while longer; she’ll *probably* accept him eventually, but she’s not sure Moondancer will like the cold.

After Daemon confronts Aemond, Aemond goes to the Tower of the Hand to confront Otto. I’m not sure what exactly they say to each other, but afterwards, Aemond tears his room apart looking for the present he planned to give Luce three years ago. I don’t know where he eventually finds it, but it’s probably a laughably obvious spot he totally overlooks at first.

Jace has already been setting up a gossip/whisper network in the Red Keep, so she’s able to hear first thing the next morning about the library incident.

I like Paddy Considine’s take that Viserys *does* have the “blood of the dragon,” he just forces himself to control his temper because he’s trying to be a good king. Also, when he’s a walking corpse in Episode 8, he has the wherewithal to draw his dagger and threaten to cut out Vaemond’s tongue. Viserys would 100% call for Clement to be gelded and gossipers to be silenced. So, for once, Viserys strongly approves of Daemon’s violent streak. 😇

I spent a while debating Clement’s punishment. He kissed Luce when she didn’t want it, which, for most girls, would unfortunately be swept under the rug since he’s the heir to a notable house. But things are different with the royal family. Luce doesn’t want an unnecessarily cruel punishment; she was friendly with Clement until recently, and in Chapter 7, she’s restraining Aemond from violence against Ulf. Even though she’s quick to defend herself by any means necessary, she’s by no means a sadist. She was also deeply affected when Aemond lost his eye (which she partially blames herself for), which leads to her resisting punishments that involve maiming.

Jace also advocates for less violence, but not because she’s a softie. She prefers the diplomatic route, which is harder if you’re trigger-happy to forcibly amputate your vassals. But she knows a monarch has to make hard decisions sometimes, and she’s willing to do what it takes. For example, if Clement had done worse than kiss Luce, Jace *would* want him to be gelded, and she’d have no qualms about it.

Helaena did not have a vision or prophecy about Aemond and the book. She just saw him panicking in his room and figured out what he was up to, because she’s his sister and she knows him. 😂 And because she knows him (and Luce) so well, she can deduce they’re probably going to patch things up, so she packs his bags for him.

No God’s Eye duel in this verse, but I couldn’t resist slipping in a reference about Luce jumping into Vhagar’s saddle 😭

ASOIAF book readers can probably deduce what Joff’s candle is. And that’s all I’m gonna say about it until we get Joff’s POV. 👀

Joff kisses Daeron’s cheek purely to distract Daemon from asking more questions about the candle. Daeron is now very confused. I like to imagine he runs off to Jace and Aegon’s room screaming “Aegon, Joff kissed me, what do I do????” But Jace and Aegon are newlyweds so Aegon isn’t going to appreciate Daeron’s interruption 😂😂😂

That’s it for the Handbook commentaries! Fingers crossed that I have an update this weekend about my next fic in this AU-verse. 🤞

[allium-silk]

All artfight attacks part 1!

Credits to all the ocs under the read more

Leaf and, well, Leaf: me (left), sollati here on tumblr (right)

Mirror: hard-times-paramore on tumblr

Chapel: nullmi on pillowfort

Toni Clawthorne: waywardsunlight on tumblr

Luce/The Dark: raintailed on tumblr

Allora the Rito: alloracart on tumblr

River: waywardsunlight again

Gladas: chao-childs-art on tumblr

Rose Buchanan: waywardsunlight once more (lovely ocs)

Lost in the Dark: meatcatt on tumblr

Turnip and Junie: treespatula (Junie, left) and enbykelpie (Turnip, right), both on tumblr

Aristóteles: beau-draws-and-cries on tumblr

Jester: castlemage on tumblr

Mao and Krys: iku_mako on instagram (Mao, left) and langgamin on toyhouse (Krys, right)

Elaine and Carmille: me (Carmille, left) and geese-bumps on tumblr(Elaine, right)

[raintailed]

workin on Luce redesign :] spooky mischievous moth friend

[valesyn]

HELLO I have a terrible cold and desire knowledge infodump about your latest obsessive fascination please

I want to infodump trust me I do 😭 but my brain has lost its power and I do want to respond to this so here we are— it’s going to be a lot of random things. And knowing me much too long.

A cool/interesting thing I learned was about how drugs work, so like that’s cool. Oh and RDJ’s dad gave him marijuana at 6. The earlier age you are exposed to substances, the more likely you are to get addicted and develop a use disorder. So it’s considered a high risk factor for RDJ to have been exposed so young and for it to have been through a parent. Oh and Daniel Radcliffe had alcohol use disorder during some of the Harry Potter movies. Both have since quit and have systems in place to help maintain sobriety.

No. I don’t want to go into anything to do with drugs so I really don’t know why I know this but like yk what. You wanted randomness and so you have received.

Since you very much gave me free rein do you want to know about my OC Malakai? I can’t say he’s my current obsessive fascination but like I think of him andddd he’s def turned into a comfort character.

And so here’s the part where I answer for you with a presumed yes. I mean if not… I dunno what you read *shrug*

Sooooooo—Malakai is a sylvari (plant person. Don’t ask me why but they remind me of elves; but instead of the oldest race, they’re the youngest.), and his Wyld Hunt (called mission he was given at his creation) is to protect an asura (gnome/dwarf people? Short, big floppy ears, tech-y and magic combination typically, make lots of inventions, used to live underground but now live on the surface). The asura’s name is Luce. Luce is a necromancer (but not in the sense of like people. But she can use dark-er magic, steal life force from others, raise creatures/shades to attack for her for a time) and Malakai is a Mesmer (for him specifically, think swordsman with illusions. He creates duplicates of himself to confuse the enemy, his magic is more of the chaos magic ig you could say? Can distort reality, he has the ability to teleport between the duplicates to an extent, and to open a portal between two decently close locations for a limited time.)

To make a long story short as I can, there’s a lot of disturbance in Tyria and it’s become clear that an elder dragon (dragons that hold power over specific magic) is awake. As undead begin to rise and attack, it’s clear it’s Zhaitan— dragon of death and shadow.

Luce is quickly wrapped up into the mess at the forefront. Malakai does everything he can to keep her safe and guide her as he can. As time goes on, she eventually ends up leading a group of 3 factions joined together and together they all defeat Zhaitan. Yippe it’s all solved now, right?

Wrong. Zhaitans death has now disrupted all the magic in the world. Something else has absorbed it. Ofc though, they didn’t realize that immediately. It was a time of celebration, and a time of Luce to determine how she was moving forward, and Malakai to determine if he was needed by Luce anymore… even though his Wyld Hunt was, presumed, to be completed, it still was a constant pull on his heart and life even when he visited some other cities in the meantime of peace.

However, all good times come to an end.

The Maguuma Jungles have been growing out of control. Vines have completely demolished fortresses and so on.

The pact (group of factions) is reconvened to eliminate this threat. When the airship (think blimp but like more like a ship. Great description I know) goes to investigate the area and meet at a rally point, the ship is taken down. From here, Luce and Malakai get separated.

Luce is with the other survivors and they all get to the camp. She’s incredibly worried for Malakai and tries to send out groups to search for him but no luck and they’re low on troops.

Malakai is hearing voices in his head, and every little bit it’s affecting him more and more; regardless of how he resists. Eventually, he falls victim to the power of the elder dragon Mordremoth.

Luce and the others soon learn and realize that the sylvari were made to be the army for mordremoth, created to serve him— which is contrary to what all the sylvari were taught. As it goes longer and longer, as the group ends up having to kill sylvari, Luce begins to grieve— she presumes her friends fell into mordremoth hands and that someone killed him on a patrol. Every single sylvari that’s killed she checks the body to ensure it’s not him.

At some point, Malakai is sent after Luce. It’s a huge fight, near death on both sides, and for whatever reason (Malakai trying to break through the hold), Malakai ends up fleeing after nearly ending her.

More time passes in this time, and when Luce finally gets to kill mordremoth, the control is broken.

It’s during this time two different characters, Logan (a human) and Rytlock (cat/humanoid creatures. Big, gruff) (not made by me, made by gw2) find Malakai completely passed out in the jungle with a ton of wounds all over him. They are able to get him back to camp and begin patching him up. The portal’s back to lions arch (main city) are down because of the disruption in magical energy that was caused by the death of another elder dragon.

Luce is far off into the jungle and is dealing with a lot of aftermath and remnants of the dragons dominion.

Logan, Rytlock and Taimi (a younger asura, also a char in gw2), work on trying to get Malakai back on his feet— he’s still not waking up.

When he *does* wake up, he founds his world is very shrouded and completely blurry— he sees a shadow-y trying to come and kill his friends. He panics and does everything he can to try and defend them, tearing his sutures.

What he sees isn’t real, and what he thinks he sees is black splits in his vision.

From being corrupted by mordremoth and doing the dragons bidding, he’s lost his sight.

I’ll be honest and say I haven’t fully determined what his and Luce’s story looks like past this point *however* I do know of some other plot points he’d go on and eventually how he’s personally changed after it all. If you ever want to see some stuff I wrote for him like 3 years ago hit me up ig haha.

I think this was way more than what you were asking for, so my apologies— but I hope you found it at least a little bit entertaining?

[thisaccountisagainstmywill]

random OC ask: what would your OC's ideal home be like? this can be as specific as inspirational pictures, or as general as the vibes they would like it to give off.

This ask has helped me realize I have made a cast of perpetually homeless women OCs. Of my completed run OCs, only one wants to settle down:

Elaine Freespawn, Redeemed Dark Urge Storm Sorc/Wiz Tiefling She remembers bits of how much she read as a child and would like to get back into that. She wants to lean more into a studious wizard-like relationship with the Weave and not just the magic she was born with. Above all she wants to be surrounded by life and pay penance for her sins as Bhaalspawn. Her ideal home then is a small tower, overgrown with as much plant life as is safe for the books to be around. With carefully maintained and full bookshelves, a study to refine her craft, space to test new spells, and open central column she can fly up through the levels without stairs taking up unnecessary space. Airy and earthy is the vibe, with the smell of petrichor and the gentle sound of indoor rainclouds as she uses Storm Sorcery to maintain the plants.

I've had to sort through so much AI to find just these QQ

Last but not least: For it to be built near or with a portal to a Temple of Ilmater where she dedicates as much spare time as she can to those in need.

Taken to Wanderlust/Adventurer-Until-The-End:

Aerfen the Human Monk: Had a normal childhood in a normal house until the blight took the farm. She is afraid of settling down and lacks the temperament for a monastery. She'll keep saving people until forcefully retired.

Luce Locke the Half-Elf Bard: Spent so much time scrounging and wasting her life she doesn't want to spend a minute more standing still. Intends to adventure and become a real bard. Someday she'd like to have a caravan/wagon to continue traveling when her knees go in old age.

Vlaaz the Gith Cleric: Became a Mindflayer to save her people from subjugation to Vlaakith. Has no interest in settling until her people are free.

Malkira the Dark Urge Drow Druid: will not rest until the world is bowed before her and Father Bhaal's plan. Then the world will die. Ideal home: Everyone dead. 😊👍

[idc4987]

The Cursed Queen | Velaryon!oc x Targaryen brothers

Aenessa Velaryon, first of her name, first of her title and first child to Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenerya Targaryen, the future heir to the Iron Throne.

Where respect was deserved, Aenessa Velaryon was hated. She was the realm's crowning achievement for the movement's against her mother's claim to the throne, truly the cherry on top of the cake that fuelled everyone's hate for Rhaenerya Targaryen. It turned her into the laughing stock of the monarchy. 'Rhaenerya the Cursed' they called her. Cursed for having a daughter as her eldest child, cursed for having a daughter who was 'mad'. Cursed for having a child.

And as all things did, that curse was passed onto Aenessa. Courts whispered gossip about her, even when she was a young girl. How she'd wake in a fit of screams nearly every night, how she'd shake like a leaf at any given moment. They would snort at how "vain" she was for always having her hair up and off of her shoulders in thick white dreadlocks, or wishing to dress in only certain materials that she found comfortable. Lords would even complain at how modest her dresses were as though it were normal to peer at young girls.

Despite the ridicule, Aenessa Velaryon grew up where she belonged. A princess. And with her best friend and uncle, the deplorable, the barbaric, the perverted Aegon Targaryen right at her side. A boy who was also followed by gossip and rumours as if it were a funny smell.

Regardless of his own arrogance, Aegon was besotted with the 'cursed' child. Being around her bought out a side of Aegon nearly no one had witnessed. He was softer, kinder. Even quieter.

To the realm, Aenessa was a curse. To Lady Alicent, she was a blessing.

With only a moon's difference between them, the two shared everything. The same crib as babes, the same Maesters as children and, on one occasion, the same clothes. (This was only ever once as Aegon mocked Aenessa for her complaints about how tight her corset was, which lead him to howl in pain the moment he tried it on.)

Once the tensions began in their house with their fighting mother's, the two friends were dragged apart. Aenessa to stay in Dragonstone and Aegon to stay in Kings Landing. Years pass, the children grow and tensions ease. But Aenessa and Aegon were still both still tormented by their last moments together.

The last burning memory of one another.

The legitimacy of Aenessa's younger brothers, Jace and Luce, had been bought to question by Aegon's younger brother, Aemond. If it weren't for all the blood, Aenessa would have gladly admitted how satisfied she was to see the young boy get what he deserved. She knew full well that Jacerys and Lucerys did not look like her. They had their Mother's pale skin and dark hair from a certain Lord Strong. A stark contrast to Aenessa's tanned, dark skin and white locks. But despite her awareness, it gave no one the right to call her family bastards and get away with it.

Aemond was still whimpering in pain as his eye was stitched up and Lucerys wincing as his sister attempted to wipe the blood from his nose. After every dab, it seemed as though more appeared. Aenessa had to bite her tongue to avoid losing the contents of her stomach.

Their Grandsire loomed over Aemond like a dark cloud. "You tell me boy, where did you hear this lie?" Lady Alicent attempted to excuse the incident over 'boys being boys'. Viserys wouldn't hear a word of it. "I asked you a question, Aemond."

"Where is Ser Laenor, I wonder? The boys Father? Perhaps he has something to say on the matter." Aenessa hadn't noticed it then, but Alicent was desperate to push the focus off of her son. And her Grandsire was stupid enough to follow it.

"Yes, where is Ser Laenor?" Viserys asked aloud, annoucing the question to the room.

Aenessa glanced nervously up at her Mother. She hadn't seen her Father since dinner. "I do not know, Your Grace. I could not find sleep, I had gone for a walk." Rhaenerya explained, equally as nervous.

"Entertaining his squires, I would venture." Lady Alicent jested, a manic smirk on her lips. No one joined in on her hysterics.

Viserys turned back to his son. "Aemond.." The boy glared back at him, a slither of fear evident on his face. "I demand an answer. Your king demands an answer." Viserys spoke as though the past question had been sweet and endearing. "Who spoke these lies to you?"

Aemond looked from his Father, the king, and then to his Mother before he finally admitted who had told him. "It was Aegon."

If Aenessa had been any further away, she would have missed the quiet uttering of his name. "Me?" The handkerchief slipped from her hand as Aenessa's attention averted to her closest friend.

Viserys stalked towards him. "And you, boy. Where did you hear such columnies?" He belittled his eldest son into answering his question.

"We know, Father." Aegon whispered, a void of emotion on his face. "Everyone knows." Aenessa wanted to tear her own eye out if it meant never hearing how he truly felt. "Just look at them. All of them." But, strangely, it felt like cathartic relief as disgust overtook Aegon's features. Had he been lying to her all these years?

Aenessa was the proud sister of two bastard boys and Aegon had been masquerading as her friend, secretly hating her. Maybe it was better to know the truth. Even when that truth ruined her.

Escaping to Dragonstone was a momentary relief for Aenessa. She could push aside her troublesome thoughts and treat it as a break from normal life. But Aenessa life had never been normal, she was 'cursed' after all.

*Part One* / *Part Two*