#luce / the dark (oc)

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(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!

© PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR EDIT ANY OF MY WORK WITHOUT PERMISSION. THANK YOU!

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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

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Day 8 - Morning Routine

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

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Flowers for Your Thoughts. Ronin x OC

A story for my oc Luce x Ronin, first date, fluff with a little twist.

Cw: blood, descriptions of murder, spoilers for Killer Chat!

"Are you sure about this Angel?" Luce said while her friend stood in front of her, putting pink eyeshadow on her eyes.

The woman was getting ready for her date, a date with Ronin Beaufort, a serial killer she met through Slaughterhouse Losers after Angelic, also known as The Heartsick Angel, invited her to the server.

It was a surprise for Luce when the man showed interest in her, after all they had two completely different aesthetics and she thought that she's way too light and pastel for his liking. Yet somehow the two of them had great chemistry, Ronin being the flirt that he was and Luce not shying away even if his words made her flustered.

Ronin always complimented her kills whenever she sent them in the server or a new news report met the daylight after the police finally shared some information with the press.

<goreboy> wow luce, you're Really Lighting up the streets with your lil art <goreboy> truly The last light Of Our lives

He'd call her whenever she saw her online and sometimes send her his kills in DMs as an excuse to send her a selfie.

The whole server saw their obvious interest in each other, Angel taking over the role of Cupid, getting the two of them to go out on a date instead of flooding the server with their "little fling."

So now, here Luce was, having her make up done by her best friend while she stressed out about the date she was about to go to.

"For the hundredth time Luce, yes I am sure about this! You look fabulous already and I am barely halfway done with your make up." Angel sighed and put away the make up brush.

She took Luce's hands in her own and looked into her light green eyes.

"Luce, you're one of the prettiest girl I know, you have a heart of gold and are an amazing person. If Ronin won't like you, which I am sure will never happened because all I hear about from him is you, then I will beat the idiocy out of him." The youtuber squeezed her friend's hands gently and gave her a soft smile. "Now, let us finish you up with some lip-gloss and blush." She pat her on her shoulder and tucked some of the loose blonde strands of hair behind Luce's ear.

"Thanks Angel, it means a lot." The florist replied and let her friend continue with her make up artist duties.

Luce stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself in awe. Her dark blonde hair usually put up in a bun, were now put in two braids with two light pink bows at the end of them. Her fair skin was smoothed out with make up, her light green eyes were framed with glittery-pink eyeshadow, Angel paid extra attention to the make up to make sure that Luce's freckles were still visible "for more cuteness". Her outfit was just adorable; pastel pink baggy turtleneck-sweater, brown chequered pattern short flared skirt with a Hello Kitty pink bow attached to it. On her legs she was wearing dark brown tights, white legwarmers with pink bows and black Mary Janes. She was also wearing a light brown jacket and a pastel pink scarf, it was late February after all.

"So, what do you think?" Angel asked excitedly, standing right next to Luce and looking at her in awe.

"Woah... I look so... beautiful." She felt like she could cry right there and then.

Luce, a woman who fought her whole life just to be able to be the woman she desired to be for so long, now looked at her reflection in her mirror and could happily say that she sees a woman, maybe slightly taller than most, but still a very beautiful young woman. If it wasn't for the make up on her face she could tear up and cry in Angel's shoulder, thanking her for helping her so many times.

"Thank you Maria, without you I don't think I could ever find so much love for myself." She whispered, pulling Angel into a tight embrace.

The model smiled, rubbing her friend's back gently. "Shh, look at yourself sweetheart, you're a brave young woman and I believe there's a guy waiting for you in front of your house." She giggled, looking out the bedroom's window to see Ronin standing next to his motorcycle right outside Luce's home.

"He's already here?!" Luce turned around, gasping in surprise. "Oh my god... He's here!" She wasn't sure if she was more excited or stressed, but she was quick to pick up her tote bag with daisies painted all over it and kissed Angel on the cheek before she made her way out of the house, shouting a quick "Remember to lock the door when you leave and text me when you're home, dearie!" to Angel.

She walked slowly towards Ronin, shyer than she expected herself to be, after all she was much more open and brave in calls with him.

"Hey there, pretty lady." Ronin said when she finally stood in front of him, taking her hand into his and placing a quick kiss on the top of her hand.

Luce's cheeks burned up at the gesture, her eyes straying away from Ronin for a second. "Good to see you too, emo boy." She collected herself quickly. "Wow you finally changed that skull t-shirt." She said, looking him up and down.

Ronin was attractive to say the least, even if Luce would be playfully rude to him from time ot time, that emo aesthetic was definitely his and she couldn't imagine him as anything else but a bastardising Shakespeare emo guy.

"And you on the other hand wore as much pink as possible," He paused and leaned in closer, his mouth at her ear. "you wear the colour well, love." She nudged him with her elbow. "Ah sorry, sorry, I forgot you're trying to play a mean cool girl today." He chuckled and backed away.

"I'm not-! Ugh, never mind. Are we going for that date or do you want to let Angel watch us?" She asked and turned away to see Angel giggling and trying to hide behind a curtain.

Ronin shook his head and waved at Angel.

"Yeah, let's get outta here, doll." He outstretched his hand towards Luce who accepted it with no second guessing. Holding hands with Ronin? On their first date? Seriously, the butterflied in her stomach will kill her one day.

Luce didn't live in Uptown for long, so she was really surprised when Ronin took her to an ice cream shop that she was yet to see before. It was really sweet, its main colours were white and yellow and it had lots of sunflowers everywhere she looked. They were seated at a small table at the very back of the place, next to a window with a view at the square where some smaller artists sometimes came to sing or play for tips.

"So, how dya like it?" Ronin asked, sitting across from Luce, holding a cup of apple crumble ice cream in his hand while he moved a plastic spoon through the dessert.

Luce was digging in her own ice cream, strawberry and vanilla flavoured. She looked around once again, smiling at the beautifully growing sunflower standing near the counter. "It's a sweet place, thank you for taking me here Ro." She gave him a beaming smile.

"Heh, I'm glad ya like it, wouldn't want to bore my pretty girl to death, now would I?"

"Yours, am I now?" She chuckled and gently kicked him from under the table.

"Well, you have my aorta between your fingers, just how you usually have the flowers you take care of, it's time for me to take your aorta." He lowered his voice so no one else besides Luce would hear him.

Her green eyes sparkled with joy when he said that, nothing's more romantic than a serial killer telling another serial killer that she owns his heart.

"You're so in love with me already, Beaufort?" She asked teasingly, eating some of her dessert.

He chuckled. "And what if I am? Is it a crime to love a woman who lights your day?" That was an obvious play on Luce's killer name.

She scoffed. "Even if she could be the last light you'd ever see?" Luce raised an eyebrow, not caring if anyone heard her or cared to think more about her saying a name of a serial killer.

"Oh darlin', for woman like her? I'd become blind any day." He chuckled and dug out a bigger portion of his ice cream. "Say ahh." Ronin said, bringing the spoon closer to Luce's mouth.

"What is this? A romcom?" She titled her head, some of her hair falling on her cheek.

"you said you loved 'em, didn't you? Now, open wide~." He chuckled. "I'd bless ya with a taste of heaven."

She rolled her eyes, letting Ronin feed her with his snack. She felt the ice cream melt on her tongue, the taste of a sweet apple mixed with the spicy crumble left a pleasant aftertaste on the woman's palate.

She pouted when Ronin stole some of her ice cream. "Trade, dessert of dessert." He shrugged with that shit-eating grin on his lips.

"What's with you and trading hm? Secret for secret, story for story and now even ice cream."

"'s my brand."

"One of many." She rolled her eyes and fixed her hair, getting annoyed by the feeling of her hair on her face.

"You get me so well, pretty." Ronin said jokingly. "Alright, chop chop, we have places to be."

"Huh? What do you mean?" She asked, confused.

"What? Ya didn't think this was the last of our date?" He cackled. "Nah baby, we're going for a lil romantic sight seeing."

"I feel like 'sight seeing' isn't necessarily what most people would have in mind." Luce said, eating a big chunk of her ice cream, enjoying this last bit of peace.

"Awh, you know me so well, darling."

Turns out; Luce was right. They were standing at a end of one of many Uptown's shabby alleys, truly a prime spot for a date. Sight seeing turned out to be people watching, Luce told him what flowers the people reminded her of, explaining to Ronin why and what the meaning behind said flower was.

"That big guy is a yellow rose?" Ronin asked in disbelief, cackling as if Luce just told him the funniest joke ever.

"Obviously! He looks like he's the best friend you could ever have! Like the type of guy who gives you bear hugs and stuff." She said it like it was the most commonly known thing about a random person.

"Yeah, yeah, you just gave me a random flower, didn't ya?" Ronin laughed and put his arm around Luce's shoulder.

Luce laughed nervously. Her mind wasn't in the same place as her body, she was lost in thoughts, worried about something.

Ronin noticed immediately, raising an eyebrow. "Hey, what's up? I see you're not really present here with me." He said, rubbing her shoulder with his hand.

"It's nothin-..." She didn't finish, there was no reason for her to lie, Ronin saw right through her anyway. "I... prepared something for you, but with the route we're taking I don't think it's possible for me to take you to the gift naturally." She sighed and added in a hushed voice. "And I worked so hard on that thing."

"Oh? A gift, for me? Darling, you should've said so. C'mon, now I'm all curious." He turned her face so she'd look at him and looked straight into her eyes. "Won't you indulge me now. my light?"

She scoffed and nudged him with her elbow. "It's Your Last Light, butcher." She took his hand in his. "Now come on, or your eagerness and curiosity will be the death of me." She dragged him out of the alley and led him further into the deepest and filthiest parts of Uptown.

Ronin knew the way so well he didn't even need to look around to know where they're header. The graffiti on brick walls, broken glass scattered on the floor, piss and vomit staining the walls of the long closed corner stores. An even cuter and romantic place for a date.

"You decided to take the devil to his Purgatory?" He asked once the two of you stood in front of said alley, the alley known and feared by many, the alley belonging to the sinner and saint of Uptown, the man who brought them ruin and salvation. The Devil's Butcher.

"Yeah, cause I came here to kill you." She said lightheartedly, dragging him deeper into the alley.

"Oh, there's nothing I wish for more. A woman after my own heart really." His grin was wicked, sick even.

Ronin was proudly watching his little "workshop", not noticing that Luce wasn't holding his hand anymore and was kneeling between the gore and fifth of the place, in front of a body The Butcher didn't leave there.

"Close your eyes!" She shouted, standing up from the ground, holding something in her hands.

Ronin listened, covering his eyes with his and and listening as Luce's footsteps got closer with every move she made.

"Ready?' She whispered.

"I was born ready, doll." Ronin could beat that she rolled her eyes when he heard her scoff.

"Then... open your eyes."

Ronin heard the change in her voice, she sounded nervous, it piqued his interest more.

What he saw when he opened his eyes was just beautiful.

Luce was holding a human skull in her hands, a real, fresh human skull. White lilies tangled into its eye holes, blood staining them. His breath hitched when he took the carefully prepared gift from her hands.

"What's the meaning?" He asked.

It was a form of art, of course it had a meaning.

"You're in my thoughts. Haunt me in my dreams." She whispered. "It's not a heart yet, but I hope that my mind is enough for you, for now." She said, looking away from him, finding her shoes very interesting.

Ronin titled her head up, the look in his eyes, insane, sick, loving. Luce never seen him so happy before, the sight itself made her stomach go crazy.

"It's the best thing you could've given me," He whispered. "and trust me, that heart will be mine soon, darling."

Flowers dipped in blood little by little, just how the devil was falling for the light.

An art of Luce and Ronin made by @sincerelyyourslilly <3

I love my sillies and I hope that you guys will adore my baby girl Luce just as much as I do!

Funfact : her voice claim is Lest from Arcane!

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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.

[madamemozart]

ehe hehhe thani :3

You know, I don't think I've ever shared a Picrew of (probably) my most notable male OC Nathaniel here! Although he has made a few appearances in my Sims 4 game...

I found this maker through a random Picrew link generator, and it's not totally perfect (he looks like a mf handsome Squidward), I still wanted to share my guy. I believe there are female options as well, so feel free to make a pretty buff muscle woman or whatever. :P

For the uninitiated: Nathaniel Ambroise Beaumont (affectionately known as "Thani") is a French-Canadian history major originally from Montreal (in the province of Quebec). He works alongside his former history professor in the university he graduated from, doing things like conducting anthropological studies, cataloguing artifacts, holding lectures (and even his own classes) over ancient cultures, and occasionally flying out to different countries to work right in archaeological sites. His biggest pet peeves are conspiracy theories, and he considers his most important mission in life is to educate others about ancient cultures and the world itself.

uhuhuh i might've have been wayyyy too inspired by miniminuteman aka milo rossi, big fan of him and his debunking of awful conspiracies

In his spare time, Nathaniel enjoys creating art, studying and playing old musical instruments and just spending time with his family! He's married to his beloved Lucrezia (or "Luce") and the father of orchestra-inclined Violetta ("Viola"), science-obsessed Michelangelo ("Mica"), and curious Serafina ("Sera"). An introvert by nature, Nathaniel also considers himself a "cat person" and treasures his little Siamese, Chouette.

Nathaniel was initially created as a historical character, believe it or not - he lived during the RENAISSANCE. So I suppose it was no surprise I chose to still have history tied into his backstory when I made him a modern-day character. His long, wavy, hair has always been a signature part of his appearance and it used to be red; now it's dark brown. He also used to have green eyes, but they're actually supposed to be hazel. I've always imagined him to have a mole somewhere on his face, and one of his eyebrows is split because I imagine he tried to cut his hair as a kid (back when he was self-conscious and got teased for having long hair) and somehow ended up accidentally cutting the skin there bad enough that the hair hasn't grown back since. He does also enjoy wearing simple pieces of jewelry (including necklaces), especially if they have some sort of historical or sentimental/familial value to him. He additionally has one tattoo on his lower right arm: "je me souviens" (the motto of his home province) written in cursive.

creds to @mona-lark, Lucrezia and Michelangelo are her OCs lol

[oleanderbailey]

Please only interact/follow if you're 18+.

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About me:

☽ - 20 y/o ☽ - he/him ⚧ ☽ - UK ☽ - novelist, screenwriter, cartoonist ☽ - neurodivergent in multiple (but secret) ways

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☽ - I host most of my WIP information on my blog, which can be accessed via desktop. Most info can be found by using this post instead, so don't worry if you're on mobile. ☽ - As I always put at the top of my posts, please do not interact or follow if you're under 18! Not because I'm a pretentious prick, but because I write a lot of sensitive stuff that I don't feel tooooo comfortable encouraging minors to read. Yes, I'm only 20, but it's a good time to start good habits. ☽ - ALWAYS looking for new mutuals! I don't care what you write, I probably wanna hear about it! ☽ - PLEAAAAAAASE TAG ME IN WRITEBLR GAMESSSSSSSSS

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INTO THE VORTEX

Started: August 2022

Status: working on first draft!!!

Genres: psychological thriller, dark romance, horror erotica

Themes:

☽ - maladaptive romance ☽ - trauma & mental illness ☽ - cannibalism as a metaphor for cannibalism ☽ - descents into madness

Blurb:

Ives Gannet is not well. Really not well. Ives fantasises about being destroyed. Slaughtered, consumed and disregarded as the final act of love. She masturbates to it at night in her flat at Upland Apartments; the thought of giving up her body in such an extreme way. The ultimate gift, to give her life an ultimate meaning. She seeks someone worthy of this gift. Decent men are few and far between as it is in Portland, but finding someone who could truly love her and indulge this fantasy... it's impossible. Nobody seems to have the genuine desire to give her life meaning in this way, and she's growing weary of it. Weary enough to drown her sizzling anger with booze every night. Bill Kane lives on the top floor of his apartment block. He is unkempt, asocial and greasy. He harbours dark fantasies of carnage that for years, he has buried deep. But, as the nights of winter grow longer, his willpower grows weaker. He slinks into the bars of Portland to people-watch. Just "watching"... until a woman approaches him. She reeks of drink, but is coming on strong - he can't not take her back to his place. She's perfect. If one thing leads to another, that's not his fault. He can't help what he might do.

Taglist:

☽ - general tag ☽ - intro posts ☽ - writing excerpts ☽ - photos ☽ - playlists ☽ - related crime ☽ - related psychology ☽ - Ives Gannett ☽ - Bill Kane

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THE BORDER LINE

Started: January 2025

Status: plot planning

Genres: dark comedy, drama

Themes:

☽ - coming-of-age ☽ - trauma & mental illness ☽ - dysfunctional relationships ☽ - friendship > romance

Blurb:

Vices can be the death of many. Growing up in the modern world, you learn very quickly if you will sink or swim in the new presences of drink, drugs and sex. Those things weren't so easily offered in secondary school. Although they just began their studies, college is already providing Izzy, Luce and Jaz with ample access to these pleasures. Studying Music Production, they are also granted with access to the chaos of the local alternative music scene, rife with social crises and drama, and filled with local misfits. The question remains: can poison bring pleasure? Or, is pleasure the poison?

Taglist:

☽ - general tag ☽ - intro posts ☽ - writing excerpts ☽ - photos ☽ - playlists ☽ - Izzy Dresden ☽ - Luce Brady ☽ - Jaz Doe

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[tired--fangirl]

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 ♡

[raintailed]

workin on Luce redesign :] spooky mischievous moth friend

[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

����𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 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?

[npookie0]

Alrighty, you wanted us to ask questions? Well- I've got a few if ya don't mind-

1: what's your favorite movie?

2:what's you're current favorite song/band?

3: How long has your OC's been with you, and have they changed at all throughout the years? (Ie: did story details about them changed as you got older or more experienced as a writer?)

4: what's Favorite Color and why?

5: what is your go-to drink to have besides water?

Thank you for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day/night friend!

🔍-anon. :)

Answering questions because I am one tired (and stressed with math exam tmrw man)

Picking one is harddd ahhh Howls Moving Castle and Jennifer's Body are my top tier ones rn I thinkk

Lana Del Ray - Money Power Glory, and for band Ghost !

Uhh so I don't have any ocs from when I was younger than 16 because they were like "oh my LPS self insert" rather than ocs most of the time, my first proper ocs were characters I wanted to put in a story I never actually wrote

(yes so this is Luce if someone wondered)

4. Sage green, very dark purple, very dark green, black, why? uhh i just feel really well with these colours!

5. Arizona Ice Tea with honey and sakura or at least that's how it's called in my country hdhdhf and vanilla milkshake (fuck lactose intolerance chat)

's all!!

I will try to answer oc questions that I got before I fall asleep (which is like soon hdefyf)

see ya

[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. 🤞

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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)