#myrah and Link

[legendofmorons]

Something Something, Myrah holding Wild up like a wet cat after he drenched her while bomb fishing.

[dulcewrites]

Masterlist

Welcome! You can call me Flower. I am a relatively new writer (fanfic wise). This is my side blog so replies/follows will come from dulcelibra. I write basically anything. Fluff, angst etc. So far the fandoms I’ve written for are: Top Gun Maverick, Outer Range, and House of the Dragon. I am open writing for other fandoms so just let me know if you have any request. My inbox is always open. I try to upload or post regularly, even if it is just posting ideas for feedback. That being said, I would appreciate patience. Also I do have works that are ambiguous readers but as a black woman is important for me to represent that in my writing. Please like, reblog, and follow if you see anything you like 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Ao3

Top Gun Maverick

Good Wife: As their marriage goes through a rough patch, Nia finds her reevaluating her relationship with Bradley, and what she signed up for when she said ‘I Do’. Slight character study based on some lyrics from good wife by Kacey Musgraves (Bradley x oc)

Crush Preview

Outer Range

Despite My Better Judgement: Your eccentric but kind hearted best friend tasks you with the duty of throwing “the best bachelorette party ever” in Wyoming of all places. An unexpected night with a brooding cowboy happens.

New Traditions: As the first holiday season in your new home approaches, Rhett and you start new traditions and make promises

Moodboard*

House of the Dragon

Fool Me Once (multi part - finished): Learning about Aemond’s indiscretions hurts more than you thought it would, and leads you to accepting help from an unlikely source (Aemond x reader)

Finding Common Cause (multi part- on going): A little white lie on Helaena’s part lands both Aemond and Myrah in situation they can’t get out of (Aemond x oc)

Blood in the Water (multi part - on going): Some will say that the deaths of Lady Laena Velaryon and Ser Laenor Velaryon, daughter and son of the Sea Snake and Queen That Never Was, were the first cracks in the long standing alliance between House Velaryon and House Targaryen. But most claim it was sudden union between Ser Vaemond Velaryon's daughter and the King's first born son. (Aegon x oc)

Intrinsically Linked: Love and Pain are two sides of the same coin. Fluid and never ending. Laena and Alicent both know that all too well.

Drowned in Love (multi part - paused): Love in painful and all consuming, and the three of them would not have it any other way. (Aemond x alys x oc)

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back (paused): Sometimes Aegon is sure that the Gods like playing tricks on him. Your reintroduction into his life only proves that further (modern hotd au, Aegon centric).

Acquired Taste (paused): Sometimes the hungry grows too strong. Edith and Aegon know that all too well. (Modern au Aegon x oc)

Unnerved: Being at court is a game is a game, and your favorite player is a certain long haired prince (Aemond x reader)

Fire & Desire: Many sacrifices have been made to get Aegon on the throne. Including ones made by you (Aegon x reader x aemond)

Paparazzi: Loving Aemond is cherry pie (modern au Aemond centric)

Gone… But Not Forgotten (request): Aemond and you always had a great relationship. But as the Dance of the Dragons begins and tensions rise, you find yourself on the outside looking in (Aemond x reader)

Promises and Premonitions (request): Since finding out you’re with child, you’ve been having the strangest nights (Aemond x reader)

For You Always: you always knew Aemond had a soft spot for you, but you always just assumed it was him wanting to look out for his brother’s wife. Soon you find out that his devotion knows no bounds (Aemond x reader)

Oc list

[haydenigmatic]

Hanniel (HAYN-yell) Amlinger (Connell)

Meet Hanniel, acknowledged but illegitimate, his lineage bears both the prestige of a Duke's blood and the stigma of a bastard's birth. His journey weaves through the courtly dances of power and prejudice, guided by the shadows of his parentage.

His face and voice claim are none other than Henry Cavill of course.

Family Dynamics:

Duke Gerard- The Father

Hanniel holds a strong physical resemblance to him, for which he is favoured over his other half-siblings. However, the favouritism has strained the Duke's relationship with his legitimate children, especially Roderick, the heir.

Lady Myrah- The Loving Mother

His primary source of love and support. Lady Myrah shielded him from the harsh realities of courtly life, fostering a deep bond until her untimely demise.

Baron Matous - The Strict Grandfather

Strongly disapproves of Gerard for dishonouring his daughter. Initially distant from Hanniel due to the circumstances of his birth, but later provides support when his mother passes away.

Lord Rigel- The Understanding Uncle

Served as a mediator between Hanniel and his grandfather, providing a link to his maternal side.

Duchess Naraina - The Hostile Stepmother

Hanniel's stepmother, adds to the family tension. She holds animosity towards him and contributes to the hostile environment within the Connells.

Half-Siblings:

Roderick (Half-Brother, Older): Gerard's heir and the half-brother who feels the weight of his father's expectations. He harbours resentment toward Hanniel for being favoured and sees him as a possible threat to his inheritance.

Dreana (Half-Sister, Younger): The younger half-sister who, influenced by the family dynamics, shares the resentment towards him. Their relationship is strained, and she struggles to understand her father's preference.

Ulric (Half-Brother, Youngest): The youngest half-brother, caught in the tension between the older siblings and the family dynamics. Ulric is still impressionable, and his feelings toward Hanniel are influenced by the prevalent animosity.

Some details about him:

He possesses an exceptionally keen sense of smell. This heightened olfactory perception, though not widely known, allows him to discern subtle scents and detect changes in his surroundings, making him unusually aware of his environment.

Is renowned not only for his exceptional swordsmanship but also for his courtly manners, a juxtaposition to his internal struggle with the shame of his bastard status.

Despite his prowess in combat, often avoids bloodshed when possible, having a distaste for unnecessary violence.

Apart from his pet hawk, is an expert falconer, having trained various birds of prey.

Struggles with confidence issues, especially when interacting with those of higher social standing or women he finds attractive.

Takes meticulous care of his sword, meticulously polishing and maintaining it. The blade, a symbol of his prowess as a knight, holds sentimental value beyond its practical use.

is more active during the night. Whether it's training, reading, or reflecting, he finds a sense of peace and solitude in the quiet hours after sunset.

In childhood, struggled with a stutter, especially when overwhelmed or anxious. Though he overcame it with time, the occasional stutter reappears in moments of extreme emotion or when he's at a loss for words.

His deep connection with his mother shaped his values and ideals. Her death served as a catalyst for his determination to prove his worth.

Despite the familial discord, his father continues to provide for him through his uncle, ensuring Hanniel's well-being without his grandfather's knowledge.

Firmly believes in redemption and second chances, an ethos he carries both on the battlefield and in matters of the heart.

Shares a deep bond with Damon, considering him a close friend. Unlike the societal prejudices that often accompany bastards, Damon sees him as a true companion, transcending the labels imposed by noble birth.

[ash-soka]

oc asks - 33 and 44 ☕

33. Your shyest OC?

my ocs tend to run kind of... bold and obnoxious. a lot of them are from dnd or video games so they end up inheriting traits that i find fun to play. so, my shyest oc might not actually be considered that shy by other people? i've also shoved him into so many different settings over time, and each one obviously requires him to change somewhat, so he gets more or less shy depending on that too, but it's this guy:

(picrew by kaz, minor colour edits by me)

You can call him Jay, he's the red-head cousin of Myrah from the previous ask. he's not from anything or for anything, one of my few genuinely original characters, not for any sort of game.

Don't get me wrong, he can definitely be annoying (affectionate), just like the majority of my ocs, but i'm defining him as shyest because of how flustered he can get with his love interest, Rose. in almost every scenario i put him in he has trouble confessing his feelings to her, and will drop his theatrics to short circuit if she shows even a hint of interest in him.

he's a sweetie. before they're together he'd have an easier time putting his life on the line for Rose, than admitting he has a crush. i'm counting that as shyness because... that's the closest i have. i love him.

44. Something you like about your OCs in general?

i'm not sure if this counts as an answer but i like how much joy they bring into my life? i have so much fun talking about ocs with my friends, drawing my ocs, playing table top and video games as my ocs, making new ocs, making oc playlists, finding fashion references for my ocs, making my ocs in sims, etc, etc. i have such a great time doing all of that, i think that's what i love most about having so many ocs!

thank you for asking!!!! 💖💞💘💝

link to the oc questions, in case anyone else wants to send them!

i have 1, 2, and 24 sitting in my inbox though! i will get to them asap <3

[theevocatorsgild]

🪲 CHAPTER 5 🪲

I’ve been drawing those broody bois for so long that my poor ladies have been super neglected. Here’s my grunge queen Kris. She’s also here to announce that Chapter 5 of Edgar and Myrah’s short story is finally, finally up on Wattpad.

Please give it a read if you haven’t, every little interaction is greatly appreciated! You can find the link in my bio 📖

[starshineandbooks]

This Is part of the sidlink exchange ( @sidlinkgiftexchange ) and is for @naobara He seems awesome and I'm excited to give this to him!

Link paces, impatient as always, if better healed, he’s so close to getting to see Sidon again, but what if he doesn't like him anymore? What if he found someone else? What if the prince realizes Mipha’s death is all Link’s fault?

    “Are you done pacing?” Myrah asks, looking up from her scimitar she is cleaning, “I promise, he still loves you, the royal zora siblings have a very specific type, you.”

    Link turns to look at his friend, one of the few left from the before calamity times, she was frozen in time by magic, neither of them is too sure how, but their ages seem to be tied together with eachother’s and Zelda’s, and the trio seems to age more like Zora than hylians now.

    She raises a brow, gold eyes appraising him, different from the usually playful gaze she has.

    “I- what?”

    She snorts, “Come on, Link, you need to get ready, you need to finish collecting the stones.”

    “I guess.” He shifts, arms crossing as he blows hair out of his face to avoid making eye contact.

    “I’ll be with you, we’ll make a day of it, who gets more shiny rocks vs lizards oir something.”

    Myrah sets the blade down, standing up to her half hylian half gerudo glorious height of much taller than Link as she strides to him, hand settling on the hero’s shoulder with a comforting little tune she hums.

    He narrows his eyes at her.

    “Oh alright, we’ll spar too.”

    He smiles, “Good.”

    She shakes her head, then, “Come on, I have a surprise for you.”

    “You do?”

    “Yeah, I do.”

    Myrah stands her hair falling over her shoulder, he can see her gerudo half prominent in her face and hair.  She leads him through her house, and into a room he’s seen a few times but rarely is in.

    She stops then, “It’s okay if you don’t like it, or think it’s too much… I just- Here.”

    Myrah moves a sheet out of the way and Link stares, awed.

    Several things are there, a set of matching swords, one made for Link and the other for Sidon, obvious in the size. A set of voice and vai clothes, both for link. A painting, Sidon and Link dancing at a ball, both draped in fancy jewels. Several pieces of jewelry. And oddly enough, a small box wrapped in silk.

    “Go on,” Myrah smiles gently.

    Link steps forwards, finding the swords first, silver, with gold decorative vines on the hilt, pretty but functional. He tests the edge, sharp, dangerous. He tries the smaller sword, and finds it balanced perfectly for him, a one handed sword, the light glints off of it.

    “Where did you get all of this?” He asks.

    Myrah smiles softly, “The painting is Kaori and Zelda’s gift. I had Ashley in gerudo craft the jewelry, I enchanted them myself. The box is my own doing, and the clothes are things- My mother made them for you years ago. Likely before you remember.”

    Link gasps, “Your mother?”

    “We grew up close as siblings,” Myrah says, “She cared for you like her own.”

    “Oh.”

    “The zoran black smith made the swords, I designed them and enchanted the metal.”

    “You can enchant weapons and jewelry?”

    She laughs, gentle, and nods, “Of course, it was my aunt’s craft, and useful.”

    “Wow.”

    Link opens the box, and stares at the keys, identical, “What is this?”

    “I made you your own hidden, private home in the domain, for you and Sidon.”

    “You did?”

    She nods, “Of course.”

    “Myrah-”

    She smiles, “There’s- one more thing.”

    “What?”

    Myrah turns, grabbing something before handing it to Link, “Sidon asked me to give you this the day before you are reunited and married.”

    Link stares at the rolled up scroll, eyes a little wide.

    ‘My dear sapphire,

                    Without you I am miserable, even when you are only gone a week, I cannot imagine how this year has affected me, yet I doubt it has been easy for you either. You are truly my most prized companion, and should you for any reason wish to not be married, I hold no ill will.

    However, I am excited, because I know if you are reading this we’re almost guaranteed a marriage. I have missed you greatly, even if I have yet to separate this fatal year at the date of writing this, I know I ache for your embrace.

    I hope you are well, I know the princess will take care of you, your friends have never been too patient with your moods that l;ead to taking ill care of yourself. And if I know you, you are either staying near Zelda, or Myrah, likely both, and I know neither will hesitate to make you take care.

    Anyways, I am likely at my wits end, I find you make me better and without you I get- irritable. So, if when we reunite I seem off, I assure you I am fine.

    I know you are busy, just as you know I am. I love you more than all the stars in the sky, the fish in the sea, and the blades of grass you love.

    -Sidon’

    Link doesn't realize he’s crying until he feels the tears hit his hand.

    “Get dressed,” Myrah says, “We’re going on a trip.”

    -------

    It isn’t until Zelda is walking him down the aisle that Link finally breathes again, and the worst this is he has to keep in the proper role, he can’t just rush Sidon and tackle him into a hug, no, that would be ‘improper’, and ‘rude’, and ‘uncivilised’.

    Myrah gives him a little snap followed by a wave that he tunes back in.

    But Sidon’s blinding smile is enough to keep Link anchored, and he’s standing opposite his beloved prince quickly and yet not soon enough.

    And the ceremony is long, and boring, and Link really isn’t sure what’s said, too focused on Sidon.

    Sidon’s usual regal parephnelia is gone, instead it is still silver but it is all sapphire, and he wears his father’s headdress, with silk tied about his ankles, wrists, and wasit.

    Myrah elbows him sharply, “Link,” SHe hisses.

    “What- Oh, yes, I do.”

    Sidon laughs, and then he’s being picked up by SIdon, their foreheads pressed together, and then Myrah is breaking costumes by cheering scandalous things. Zelda smacks her.

    But Link doesn't care, not when he gets to kiss Sidon’s nose and be carried away gently by his prince, his husband now. 

    Husband! They’re married!

    Sidon holds him close, walking through the hidden halls, and he breathes deeply, saltwater and fish, but it smells good, home like even.

    “You’re here.” Sidon says.

    “Of course I am.” Link says, and it’s sincere, just like it should be, just what Sidon needs.

    “I love you. I was- well surely there were other things, people who caught your interest over the years.”

    “Never.”

    “I- Really?”

    “Never, Sidon. I missed you.”

    “I missed you too,” The prince whispers, nuzzling against Link’s face, smooth scales offering solace that had previously seemed miles away.

    “I can’t wait for a forever with you,” Link says, and he means it, he’s finally home. The Calamity is beaten, Zelda and Myrah are happy together, everyone is safe, the champion’s spirits are freed, and he’s in his husband’s arms.

    Everything is well.

    -------

    Link’s used to ridiculous things, okay? The wars of the goddess do that. And so does the fact that he married a shark puppy that’s ten foot tall and more muscled than anything or anyone else Link knows, and he’s best friends with several gerudo soldiers.

    But really, this, this has to take the cake.

    “You what?” Link asks, and it’s tiring.

    “I found this in the spring of courage.” Sidon says, holding up a golden sphere that is clearly a large zora egg.

    “Oh,” Link nods, because really, what else did he expect?

    “I think it’s for us!”

    Link just nods, and turns, leading Sidon to their chambers, and they are easy, setting the orb into a pool.

    “I wonder what they look like?”

    Link nods, of course Sidon wonders, he himself does too.

    So, they sit down, and really, what’s the worst that getting a child could do? They just, will lose sleep, and time. At least the child will be a Zoran, Link reasons, after all, they live longer.

   

    “What do we name them?” Sidon asks.

    Link tilts his head, unsure then, “Lymphina?”

    Sidon hums then, “Maybe.”

    And whatever made the strange egg see fit that it should hatch, as a small Zoran child begins shrieking, a guppy like shape.

    They both turn, and there is a guppy with golden scales to match Link’s hair, red fins like Sidon’s coloration, and striking blue eyes that almost seem to glow. A nurse shark then. Like Mipha had been, gorgeous.

    Sidon gasps, “Oh my goodness, Link!”

    Link nods, “She’s a beauty.”

    “She’s perfect!”

    “What about- Mipha?” Link asks quietly.

    Sidon chokes, “You- really?”

    Link nods, of course he is.

    “I love it. Mipha, she’s going to be as wonderful as her aunt!”

    Link laughs warmly, nodding, because this is wonderful. His beloved husband, and a daughter, his bestfriends ruling hyrule, everything is well. He is safe and so is his family.

    And the little golden guppy with her aunt’s name is going to grow up so loved.

[jabbajambler]

33

Human

The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x f!OC

Word Count: 2,623

*GIF by @the-swift-tricker​*

         Several more shots were fired through the glass at random. We all dove to find a safe hiding spot away from the blasts. We were all safe, but the client and the stormtroopers all laid dead on the ground.

         This certainly couldn't be the work of the Mandalorians, they would have relocated by now. No, this was someone else out to get us. But why their own cohorts?

         Once the firing slowed down to a stop, we snuck our way closer to the gaping hole in the wall to get a better view. The smoke cleared and standing in a straight line in front of the building were a series of stormtroopers, only these ones were covered in a black armor.

         Something I had yet to see before.

         "Four stormtroopers?" Cara ridiculed as a flurry of troopers unloaded and swarmed around the building. "This is bad."

         "Kuiil?" Din asked into the small com. "Are you back to the ship yet? Are you there? Do you copy?"

         "Yes." He confirmed through the link.

         "Are you back to the ship yet." Din asked again.

         "Not yet."

         "Get back to the ship and bail. Get the kid out of here. We're pinned down."

         I moved closer to Din, desperately grasping at his arm. "What if he doesn't-"

         "Don't talk like that."

         "But, if-"

          A large TIE fighter landed beside the building, the air rushing through the now open window as it settled on the ground. A sick feeling grew in my stomach once the hatch released and out climbed a man clad in black armor and a cape.

         It resembled the late Darth Vader, but not quite as intimidating. Nonetheless, his presence alone activated a fight or flight response in me. Somehow, I chose the secret third option: freeze.  I couldn't seem to move even if I tried.

         "You have something I want." He declared.

         Cara looked over at us, eyes wide and full of confusion. "Who's this guy?"

         "You may think you have some idea of what you are in possession of, but you do not." He resumed his dramatic speech.

         I snatched the com from Din, my hands shaking as I spoke into it. "Kuiil, are you back yet? They know we're here and it's only a matter of time before they know where you are." There was nothing. "Kuiil?"

         "In a few moments, they will be mine." His voice was low and menacing.

         "Kuiil? Kuiil, please!" I practically begged.

         "They mean more to me than you will ever know."

         "Are you there? Do you copy? You have to be there, please, Kuiil." My voice broke as I received no response.

         I glanced up to finally get a good look at the man before us, my eyes glazing over with tears. He grinned, a sick and twisted smile.

         No.

         It couldn't be. It can't be. He was dead, he was supposed to be, at least. The final shreds of the Empire were supposed to be obliterated yet here he stood; tall and proud like he knew what I was thinking.

         Cara looked around in a panic. "Is there another way out?"

         "No, that's it." Greef's tone was full of disappointment and sorrow as we hid.

         "Wait." I paused. "The sewers. Are there any entrances in here?"

         Greef's face scrunched up in disgust. "Sewers?"

         Din nodded. "The Mandalorians have a covert down in the sewers. If we can get down there, they can help us escape."

         "Yeah," Cara spoke breathlessly, "sewers are good."

         "Checking for access points." He scanned the area carefully through his visor.

         "What the hell are they waiting for?" Cara's anticipation was growing with every second. Honestly, mine was too.

         "Probably some big gun to intimidate us." I shrugged.

         Apparently I had spoken just a few seconds too soon.

         Just as I opened my mouth, they began carrying in the pieces to a large, mounted gun. It was familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

         "Hold up." Her eyes widened and her voice became distant as she slumped against the wall. "They're setting up an E-Web."

         That's when it clicked. For all of us, I assume, but there was something else. I was overwhelmed with a sense of déjà vu. I had been in this situation before, I had felt this fear before. It was a dream - or, a vision, I guess.

         I didn't think it was possible, I didn't think it was real. This was all one big nightmare and soon, I would wake back up in Coruscant with no other worries but what I would show Din next.

         "It's over." Greef sighed.

         "I found the sewer vent." Din spoke up with a few words of hope.

         Cara's chest rose and fell faster than before, all of our anxiousness was out in the open. "Let's get the hell out of here."      

         We rushed over and pulled the cushion away from the wall. The vent was bolted tightly to the wall. We couldn't loosen it no matter what we tried.

         "It's assembled!" Greef warned. "How long until that thing's cleared?"

         "Let's blow it up." I breathed out with a shrug.

         Din shook his head. "I'm out of charges."

         "Get out of the way!" Cara urged and fired the large gun at the vent in attempt to destroy its integrity.

         Not even that could weaken it.

         "Your astute panic suggests that you understand your situation."

         The air had grown shallow. I couldn't breathe or think or-

         "I would prefer to avoid any further violence, and encourage a moment of consideration. Members of my escort have completed assembly of an E-Web heavy repeating blaster."

         I was going to be sick, I was sure of it. We were dead. Or, at least we were about to be.

         "If you are unfamiliar with this weapon, I am sure that Republican Shock Trooper Carasynthia Dune of Alderaan will advise you that she has witnessed many of her ranks vaporize mid-descent facing the predecessor of this particular model."

         And he was just going to keep going, taunting our death with his words.

         "Or perhaps the decommissioned Mandalorian hunter, Din Djarin, has heard the songs of the Siege of Mandalore, when gunships outfitted with similar ordnance laid waste to fields of Mandalorian recruits in The Night of a Thousand Tears."

         We were facing our end and yet we were stuck, unmoving and unwilling to do anything to fight it. There had to be something we could do. We can't just stand here and do nothing.

         "I'm sure the young Jedi, Myrah Koor, could also help you in knowing the fields of soldiers that have been eliminated during the Galactic Civil War. A war that she sat by and watched while her friends were eradicated without a strong enough defense that she could have provided."

         There was a sharp stinging pain in my eyes that I tried desperately to hold back. All of our secrets were laid out in front of us on display.

         "I advise disgraced Magistrate Greef Karge to search the wisdom of his years and urge you to law down your arms and come outside. The structure you are trapped in will be razed in short order and your storied lives will come to an unceremonious end."

         We sat in momentary silence as the words weighed down on us. Our lives, our secrets that we kept hidden away were out in the open and no one dared to speak up about it.

         Finally, Greef shouted back to the man. "What do you propose?"

         He grinned. "Reasonable negotiation."

         "What assurance do you offer?"

         "If you're asking if you can trust me, you cannot. Just as you betrayed our business arrangement, I would gladly break any promise and watch you die at my hand." He practically hissed through his teeth.

         "The assurance I give it this: I will act in my own self-interest, which at this time, involves your cooperation and benefit. I will give you until nightfall, and then I will have the E-Web cannon open fire." He spun with the flip of his cape and left for his fighter.

         I slumped against the wall, falling to the ground. Moff Gideon would pay for his crimes. I swore to that once and I will swear to it again. I would no longer live in fear of him or the Empire.

         Now I just had to figure out how to deal with the whole 'Jedi' thing.

         "I say we hear him out." Greef suggested, turning to look back at us.

         Cara moved back to hide behind the bar where the stormtroopers had fallen. "The minute we open that door, we're dead."

         "We're dead if we don't. At least out there, we've got a shot."

         Din crouched next to me, his shadow covering my body and blocking the light that hit my face from the window. Greef and Cara continued to argue while we simply sat in a heavy, somewhat awkward silence.

         "I'm sorry." I barely managed to whisper, wanting more than anything to wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. I wanted to tell him that I was wrong for keeping a secret but that everything would be alright.

         But I couldn't lie to him.

         I only hoped that he wasn't aware of what a Jedi was.

         "What about you, Mando?" Greef interrupted us, well, I guess there wasn't much to interrupt.

         "I know who he is." He sighed and rose to his feet. "It's Moff Gideon."

         "No." Cara refused. "Moff Gideon was executed for war crimes."

         "It's him. He knew my name."

         "So?" Greef shrugged as though it was something so simple. To us, it was, but not to him. "What does that prove?"

         "Only one person has spoken that name since I was a child." His helmet shifted back to my spot on the ground as I watched them talk.

         "On Mandalore?"

         "I was not born on Mandalore."

         "But you're a Mandalorian." For someone so wise, I was a bit surprised that he didn't know about the secrets to the group.

         Cara spoke up, surprisingly calm. "Mandalorian isn't a race."

         "It's a creed." I mumbled and pulled myself up from the ground. "More of a religion or group. You don't have to be born into it, you just have to respect their ways."

         "I was a foundling." Din carried on. "They raised me in the Fighting Corps. I was treated as one of their own. When I came of age, I was sworn to the Creed. The only record of my family name was in the registers of Mandalore. Moff Gideon was an ISB Officer during the purge. That's how I know it's him."

         "That's how he knows who we all are." Cara scoffed as she stood.

         "He says he needs us, which means the child got away safely. I was worried when the Ugnaught didn't respond, but if they'd captured the kid, we'd already be dead."

         "I wouldn't be so sure." I fiddled with the com in my hand, receiving nothing but silence. "Kuiil?" I asked into the mic. There was still nothing.

        Cara hid and held her gun close to her body. "They might have jammed the link."

         The com broke through with a static-y giggle, a happy, baby giggle, followed by a familiar robotic voice.

         "Kuiil has been terminated."

          Din ripped the com link from my hand, his voice harsh as he spoke. "What did you do?"

         "I am fulfilling my base function."

         "Which is?"

         "To nurse and protect."

         He grumbled and stuffed the communicator in his belt, replacing it for his blaster in his hand.

         "Din-" I tried.

         "Not now." He snapped. I felt a bit broken at the tone of his voice, but held my head high.

         Blaster fire filled the city, I could hear its sound echo off the walls as it slowly approached. A speeder bike flew by, carrying IG-11 and the child along with it.

         It jumped from the bike and began firing freely at the surrounding stormtroopers while protecting the child. Din looked over to Cara, holding his blaster high as he prepared himself.

         "Cover us."

         She threw herself onto the bar while we moved towards the door. Din stood still for a moment, just waiting to press the button to open the door.

         "Be careful." He whispered. "Please."

         He didn't give me even a moment to respond before the door slid open.  Without casting them a glance, he pushed down the barrel of the trooper's gun and fired a shot to his head. His foot landed firmly against another's chest and knocked him back while he shot down another.

         Greef pushed past me while I stood still for another second, taking it all in before diving head first like some people. The corners of my mouth twitched into a small grin despite my force against it. I would never get over watching him fight. He moved with grace and expertise in every battle.

         In a way, I envied him. In another way, I knew it was much more than that. An appreciation, I suppose.

         I stepped in and helped with the fight, using the staff at my hip to whack the troopers that gathered around the three of us. I managed to land a solid hit on one with my hand held out towards another. It dropped its weapon to the ground and choked on the air that was squeezed from its throat before I dropped its lifeless body back to the ground.

         Now that it was out in the open, I saw no harm in using a bit of the Force to help if needed. That's what it was there for, right?

         In the midst of tossing one of them against the stone wall, I heard the rapid fire of the E-Web behind me. Instantly, I ducked, fully expecting to feel its powerful blast, but once I saw Din standing behind the gun, I knew it would never come.

         I continued to assist in the fight, taking down any leftover wanderers that I could find. It still felt like there were far too many. We were severely outnumbered, but of course, we didn't know unless we fought. Besides, it never deterred us before.

         A shot echoed off of the beskar armor, my eyes quickly darting to its origin where Moff Gideon stood. He spun around and aimed the large machine towards him, but it seemed like Gideon's mind was elsewhere.

         "Din!" I shouted. "Look out!"

         It was too late. I already felt the tension in my head as the ringing of the explosion filled my ears. He was tossed back from the blast, receiving a nasty blow to the head on his way towards the ground.

         "NO!" I screamed and ran to him as fast as I could, struggling to even lift his upper body off the ground. "Cara! Greef! Please!" I cried out.

          Cara rushed over and hauled him inside while we all slowly entered after her, making sure the door would lock behind us.  

         "Stay with me, buddy." She grunted as she set him down, hiding him behind the knocked over tables. "We're gonna get you out of here."

         I collapsed next to him, my fingers pushing past the fabric that surrounded him to search for his pulse. My heart was racing, all of my thoughts were clouded by him.

         He had to be safe, he had to be fine. We have been through worse, he would make it through this. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I struggled to keep my breathing steady. It felt like my lungs were collapsing in on themselves.

         Please.

                   Please be okay.

[skye-blacke]

1, 4, 7, 8, 9, 17

1. Do your Guardians have back stories? So I have like Nine Guardians due to burner accounts. But yes. My Primary three are: Hunter - Aedric Corvos- Awoken. Aedirc found himself risen in a nook under a cliffs edge. Opposite him where five dead bodies, all around a campfire. He doesnt remember what happened, maybe they were a group and they all died of starvation and the cold, or maybe he gunned them down and was gunned down in turn. It haunts him to this day. Travelling to the Tower he found people both welcoming and scornfall. And his journey was distracted by a mission of vengance. But thats a story for another day.

( I.D. A blue skinned man with orange eyes and black hair, obscured mostly by shadow bar the red tints of his armour) Titan-Aila-Human. The first thing Aila saw was a beautiful horrizion. The sun breaking over the sprawling glens, and bouncing off the water. From that day on she knew exactly what she was trying to protect. Her arrival at the tower was intersting, as she showed up during the Battle of the Twilight Gap. She fought her way to the city, trusty shotgun in her hand (The Heart of Olden Glory). From that point on she was frequently found wherever nature and people were.

( I.D. A young woman with a long side swept pixie cut, black eyeliner and lipstick. She’s clad in big thick blue and white armour with a fur collar, to her left floats her Ghost,a small red and white diamond with a purple eye.) Warlock-Jarek-Exo. Not his first name, not even his second. Jarek rejected the principles of numbering himself, and instead chose to change his name on each reboot. Although he doesnt know it, this is his 12th. The oldest of the three, he’s seen more and grown jaded as times gone on.

( I.D. A black and yellow Robot in a smart coat sits in a ship, his white eyes staring off camera, besides him is his Ghost, who is also black and yellow, shaped like a much larger diamond) (The rest will have shorter desciptions) Titan-Diva 5- Exo A kind soul who was found wandering after being newly ressurected by an equally kind man. Diva was taken in and this traveller helped him reach the city, though he himself never did. Diva wears a mark to remember him by.

( I.D. A wide eyed, white robot, with blue eyes and internal lightings and a red mark over his right eye like a splatter) Warlock-Madre 9- Exo. Ressurected in the city, she has never seen the outside of it. Instead she shuts herself away, helping others like Jarek learn what they can.

( I.D . A female robot, orange eyes and yellow internals. Her brown metal looks like its in a constant frown, with tightly bound lips. She has a silver line of paint down the centre of her face. ) Hunter-Myrah-Awoken. Reef born in Nature, Myrah is the youngest of my Guardians. A pathological flirt who prefers the bow to the gun. She’s bouncy and energetic, and a bit naive.

( I.D. A strong cheeked, young woman with purple side swept hair, blue skin and eyes, black lipstick, eyeline and two markings near her eyebrows. ) Warlock-Syril-Awoken. Syril was found by Myrah and the two formed a strong sibling bond. Much more reserved than his “Sister”, Syril likes to plot out every plan of attack and every action he can.

( I.D. A fairly square faced blue skinned man, with long black hair thats been styled up and to the left. He has cold white eyes.)  Finally we have Janus-8. An Exo who seems to have patched himself back together with parts from other Exos. A strange and eccentric man who spend more time in a cave than in the tower. Stories say his Ghost found him half eaten in an abandoned ship, revived him and he was forced to swim to shore, before patching himself together with another Exo.

( I.D. A robot who is mostly orange, including his right eye and internals, bar from a pair of closely linked grey lines down the middle of his face, and a patch of blue from his left eye to his chin. His left eye is also blue) 4. What is your favourite class? HUNTER BABY 7. Favourite armour?

(I.D A man with a pistol, in what looks like black boots and cargo jeans, with a birds feather tied to the belt. His chest is armoured with two red bolts on either side of his torso. His arms are played with bones, and his helmet is mostly plating bar from a single strip of blue around his eyes. Over it all he wears a black cloak with a red trim.) 8. Favourite weapon? Finally a short answer. I don’t have one. The weapons are catered to my individuals. So no favourites. 9. Favourite Exotic? Sealed Ahamkara grasps. They add so much mystery to Aedrics design. 17. What NPC is your favourite in the game?  As said before, Eris and Petra.

[whorizcn]

hello everyone !! because i made a list of a few of my favorite writeblrs, i decided to pick out some of my favorite wips and share them with you all!! so without further adieu, here are some of my favorite wips at the moment !! (aka me poorly describing my current fav wips in hopes you’ll check them out and love them all as much as i do)

@penkai | IMMINENT

a horror with poc and lgbt+ leads!!

i love all of the characters so much?? they’re all FANTASTIC!

a bunch of teens are celebrating their graduation at a party/sleepover when, GASP! their house is broken into by a serial killer and they all have to try not to die. ICONIC!

it gives me such halloween && scream vibes and i am 100% here for it

if you like horror and thrillers i’d HIGHLY recommend imminent, also kai is so nice and i love them.

     Late into the night, when everyone's settling down to go to bed, things seem like they're going just fine

     "Hey, wait...who left the door open?"

@latrantem | THOSE WHO TEMPT FATE

a dark academia, thriller AND paranormal wip (we love that)

i love hugo gianfranco with my entire heart

dylan’s writing is OUTSTANDING

want a book that features manipulation, toxic masculinity, deceit, cults, and immortality? it’s all right here baby

a fantastic wip that i think everyone should check out!!

also, dylan is so sweet?? so please go and support them!

     Five students. Five murders — Engelmann University hides a sinister secret, one uncovered by the wrong group of students; students with an insatiable thirst for power, notoriety, and wealth.

@jugularss​ | FREAK

a psychological thriller wip by the lovely addie

this wip is so interesting! it gives off a wonderfully creepy vibe and i’m so excited to learn more about it!

freak explores mental health and sociopathy, which i’m 100% here for! the synopsis for freak is so interesting and the protagonist has a lot of mystery surrounding her! i highly recommend going and checking out freak cause i love it with all of my heart.

     Young, dependant, fragile.

     That’s what they see her to be, the accomplished model student, She feels thats what they NEED her to be. Their wish is her command, but what they don’t know wouldn’t scar them.

@holotones​ | DEADSHOT

a sci-fi, western, post-apocalyptic wip that is so fucking good it makes me wanna scream

i love myrah so much?? also, sal and lukas are the cutest and i would die for them

haeji’s worldbuilding is EXCELLENT and everything about deadshot is *chef kiss* amazing

30% of humans are sent out to live on a planet called aerope and things are going great. that is until two large pulses tear through aerope, destroying everything the humans built, and taking down communication with earth. our protagonist is a boy who wakes up with zero recollection of his name, his age and has no idea what’s going on or where he is. a group of raiders find him, name him, approximate his age and together they work together to figure out what is going on.

it’s so fucking GOOD! i described it so poorly but i highly recommend everyone go and check it out! the worldbuilding and characters are out of this world and i love it with my entire heart

     He’ll survive long enough to realize that there’s something gargantuan living in the bowels of aerope, and maybe - just maybe, he’ll survive long enough to get all these walking corpses off of this godforsaken planet.

@emdrabbles​ | RIPTIDE

a historical pirate and fantasy wip 

features a fantastic cast of poc and lgbt+ characters, all of which are all so well written and fleshed out that it blows me away. also, lyra could kick me in the teeth and i’d thank her. 

lyra de la cruz is a pirate captain who, seven years ago, proposed to her ex, maria with a promise to love and hold her forever. so it’s a mystery why one day lyra left maria with nothing so she could go live a life of piracy. one day, lyra’s navigator goes missing and lyra finds a pretty note signed xoxo maria. lyra is forced to face the past and a simple rescue mission turns into a big ol’ ordeal as lyra and her crew begin to grow ansty for the truth

it’s so good? like oh my god? the talent, the FLAVOR, the creativity. i could never

riptide is a fantastic wip that everyone should check out and shower with love and support!!

     Lyra De La Cruz has only ever loved one person.      And she’s going to be the death of her.

@apollchiles​ | GOD’S BREATH

one of my faves! god’s breath is a fantasy wip that has some of the best worldbuilding i’ve ever seen?? like holy shit

the worldbuilding in god’s breath is OUTSTANDING! the mythology, the locations, the characters, the history behind the houses. all of it is amazing and everyone should go check it out

also the edits alice makes for this wip are so good?? like i swear it’s illegal for someone to be that talented

if you’re into fantasy and you’re looking for a high-quality fantasy wip, i highly recommend you check god’s breath out! it’s one of my all-time favorite wips!

     Get rid of people who know too much. And never trust anyone more than yourself. It’s time to stop being innocent. It’s time to start your reign.

@vandorens​ | TRAHISION

a dark academia thriller wip (cause i’m a whore for a good dark academia)

azka is so talented y’all it’s crazy

has some of the best characters i’ve ever seen and her character names are all so good like?? teach me your ways, please

one drunken night a bunch of students all decide to pursue immortality (as you do) until one day, GASP! a student turns up DEAD! now our dear protag has to question how well he actually knows those around him

i love this wip with my entire heart and i HIGHLY recommend it to everyone! 

      Because after all, cheating death does come at a cost.

also, guys lmk if the links are working and whether or not you were notified, cause i’m worried the linkes got messed up somehow. love u all !!

[noncanonlove]

Hey.! I want to be in the discord fic club..! I asked earlier.! please add me or send an invite, however it works. I am also a writer on ffnet BtW. Here my discord id.. myrah#1314

I’ve added you as a Discord friend, anon, but in case you see this first, here’s the link: https://discord.gg/wPm9VH

[choicesjulychallenge]

Choices July Challenge

This masterlist has been created for Day One of the Choices July Challenge...

Day One prompt: Home

Thank you all once again for taking part in this challenge! Please do let me know if any of the links are wrong or stop working. 

A Courtesan of Rome

Home (Antony x MC) written by @omgjasminesimone (Light NSFW)

America’s Most Eligible 

Home I’ll Never Be (Vince x Myrah) written by @lizeboredom

Big Sky Country

Home (Moodboard) created by @goldenxchoices 

Bloodbound

Anything Goes (Adrian x MC) written by @adrianadmirer

You are my Home (Adrian x MC) written by @kinda-iconic (part I)

You are my Home (Adrian x MC) written by @kinda-iconic (part II)

It Lives Beneath

Things said in the Aftermath (Parker x M!MC) written by @bubblygothzombie

Nightbound 

Unfamiliar Road (Katherine x M!MC) written by @rocket-scientist07

Open Heart 

Another Step: Chapter 1 (Rafael x MC) written by @maria-lahela (M Rating)

Home for the Holidays? (Bryce x MC) written by @argylemnwrites

Perfect Match

Home (Alana x F!MC) written by @strangerofbraidwood

Ride or Die

Home (Colt x MC) written by @coltsforeverdriver

The Elementalists

Character Icons (Edits) created by @itsbrindleybinch

The Royal Romance

Home (Drake x MC) written by @thefirstcourtesan

Home (Liam x MC) written by @darley1101

Wishful Thinking

Finding Home (Jaime x MC) written by @ladykateofhousebeaumont

[legendofmorons]

How to be adopted in ten steps (or less!) - part 1

Pairing: Chain & OC (platonic)

Rating: G

Summary: the chain is lead to a friend of Wild, the woman is not what they expected

Genre: Found family

Warnings: none

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The chain isn't sure how exactly they ended up sitting around a fire outside the inn nearest Gerudo town- but it's worth it as the soup the stranger Wild is talking to is eaten.

"So... You're going by Wild now?" The woman asks, leaning against the log beside Wild, her form massive even as she sits with her knees up.

"Yeah, why?"

"It fits. You should know."

Wild laughs at that, punching the woman's shoulder. She's maybe twenty-one, but she's got the same haunted look Wild does when she stares at the fire too long.

"You're worse than me!" Wild fires back.

"I am not. Grandmother would kill me." She laughs, "As bad as you- Wild I am hurt. You are supposed to be my friend."

"Don't start." Wild huffs, "Myrah I have pictures to prove it."

"The fish know what they did." She says firmly, "And you helped. As I recall."

Wild just snickers.

"So... How do you know Wild?" Wind asks, wanting dirt on his brother in arms.

Myrah looks up at Wind, something gentle and bitter flashing in her gaze. "Our fathers were close... And also I helped him as much as I could when he want to defeat Gannon."

"Your fathers- how old are you?" Twilight asks, trying not to gape.

"Nineteen." Myrah says, stretching her arms straight up. "Why, do I look that old?"

"No- just- you know how old Wild is... Right?"

"Of course. He's six months younger than me." Myrah says, as if nothing is amiss and Wild isn't over a century old.

"How-... How long have you been nineteen?" Sky asks.

"A lot longer than anyone wants to be." Myrah grins, "Why, you want stories?"

"Stories?" Four asks, intrigued.

"Stories. I've gathered a lot over the years. You would believe how hard it is to teach my nieces not to be scared of cucoos."

Wild just snickers, "They're worse than me."

"No. They were perfect ladies. You are a dirty gremlin with sticks in his hair."

Wind cackles, always pleased to see any of the chain put in their place.

Twilight and Legend both bite back smiles as Time decides he likes this woman.

"So... You said you're shorter than your people?" Hyrule asks, finding this genuinely hard to believe.

"She is!" Wild grins, sounding happy to talk about it, "Most gerudo women these days are like nine feet tall!"

"These days." She says, "Though I was short then too."

"Not to fun is it?" Wild huffs, shorter than most people in his Hyrule.

"I don't mind." She laughs, "It keeps me humble."

"You need that." Wild smirks, "Seriously guys Myrah is such a confident person it's insane.

"If you live long enough you learn your worth." She shrugs, eyeing Time, "isn't that right?"

Time just nods, not sure he has lived long enough for that. But the woman seems sure.

"Stew is ready, do me a favor and show them the bowls?" Myrah asks, stirring her pot slowly.

Wild nods, leading the boys to a cupboard full of bowls larger than any of them are used to.

The chain all grabs bowls before being served generous servings of the stew.

They all settle about the living room, some in the floor some standing.

Wild sits beside Myrah, leaning against her with his whole weight.

"So... What have you guys even been up to? I'm guessing it's not a fun time."

"No... We're tracking someone... A shadow." Twilight sighs.

"I suppose you'd have to. Shadows hide so easy." She shakes her head, "Well either way you need to keep your strength up."

"We do." Time says, eyeing the stew.

Wild and Wind are both happily eating the stew. Both absolutely loving it.

Hyrule tastes the stew, before making a surprised sound, "This tastes like Wild's healing soup!"

"I taught him some recipes over the years." Myrah says with a half-hearted shrug, "Tell me, heroes, why are you in my time? The shadow isn't here."

"Heroes-" Legend scoffs, "We didn't tell you. How did you know? Are you a witch?! Are you-"

"Calm down. I'm old enough to recognize the demeanor and haunted look of a chosen hero. Am I not?"

Wild just nods along with her, "She seems to know most things. It's easier not to ask how."

The group shares a look, some more willing to trust than others.

"The portal brought us here." Wind says, far more willing to trust than most of the others. He figures there's nine of them, and besides, Wild doesn't trust bad people.

"Portal? Odd... Those shouldn't be happening- though to be fair you all shouldn't be here either... Oh Wild! We should see if your slate picked up anything!"

"Just pictures."

"Pictures? Well that's worth something if I recall. Maybe you all ended up here to rest."

"yeah, because our Hyrule is so restful." Wild rolls his eyes, elbowing the woman beside him harshly.

"It is when you don't lose your races."

"That was once!"

"Ten times, actually. It's not my fault you broke your shield."

"Ugh."

"What does- breaking a shield have to do with- losing a race?" Hyrule asks, already sure the answer is going to be ridiculous.

"Shield surfing, when your shield breaks you get a nasty wipe out. Here look at this!" Myrah grins, turning so they can see a nasty scar on her right shoulder blade, her gerudo armor top showing it off with ease.

"Shield surfing. Really? You got pulled into his shenanigans?" Legend raises a brow.

"Mine?' Wild laughs outright, "Myrah drags me into them."

"It's fifty fifty and you know it!" She defends again, laughing this time.

"You're insane. Aren't you?" Legend accuses.

"Probably. I think it comes with trauma."

"That's how I got so good at sparring." Warriors says, "Trauma doesn't make you insane."

"It can." Myrah smiles softer, sadder again. She seems to be thinking about- someone?- she knows.

"Anyways, we should totally all go dive off Shatter back point! Oooh- and see Riju. You'd like seal surfing. Way safer." Wild says, already seeming to plan their next few days.

"But first, you should all rest. Go make sure you see Cotera heals you up."

"Cotera?" Hyrule echoes.

"Yes, the great fairy nearby. She's a sweetheart."

"We should stock up on faries then." Sky says, a lot less used to faries than the others.

"Yeah, probably so." Twilight agrees.

Myrah just watches, her eyes clouding with something the others either don't see- or recognize to well. She knows something about how this all ends.

After they've all eaten, and the dishes have been washed, the chain minus Wild all go to the inn down in the village. Getting themselves rooms and bathing before the turn in.

Time is left staring up at the ceiling, wondering about what Myrah knows. After his time with the Ocarina and replaying everything over and over... He knows what premonition is and the difference between intuition and knowledge about it.

He can believe she's over a hundred years old, the way she talks- it seems too wistful to genuinely be nineteen.

But she's been kind so far, and she's helped Wild.

So Time will give her space, allow her the time needed to gather thoughts before he confronts her for answers.

But either way- Time is sure this is going to end up with her helping them. Whether physically joining them on their adventure or sending them off with supplies and kind words.

He'll have to talk to Wild in the morning to see if the other knows anything.

.......

Wild is a lot easier to track down then Time expected, the other settled outside Myrah's house hanging laundry to dry.

Myrah is there too- which- odd.

"Wild." Time says, "Can I talk to you?"

"Sure." Wild says, not bothering to move away from his task.

Time eyes Myrah- she's weeding her flowerbeds, not looking up at either man's voice.

"I think he meant somewhere else." Myrah says as she wipes her hands on her pants before trying again at the pesky weed.

"Oh! Uh sure. Where did you want to talk?"

Time just nods to the other end of the forest, "The shrine nearby is good."

"Okay. Well, come on." Wild says, leading Time away and towards the shrine between them and Kakariko village.

The walk in silence, Time watching the nervous energy around Wild with suspicion.

Wild knows something too.

They stop by the shrine, and Wild turns, eyes roving over Time in appraisal. "You have questions."

"I do. Myrah knows something about all of this. What does she know?" Time asks, not trying to be rude but he needs to know if she's dangerous.

"She won't tell me." Wild says with a sigh, "I asked and all she said was it's a family thing."

"How does her family play into our quest?"

"I'm not sure. But she lived through the time I was- she's old enough to have knowledge I don't..."

"Who is her family? Are they old, or important?"

Wild sighs, bracing himself to revisit past failures.

"She's part of the Gerudo chief family. She never took the title- but she's Riju's aunt for everyone's purposes. She- was Lady Urbosa's niece."

"Was she ever supposed to be chief?"

"yes. But she didn't want to and her cousin and nieces did."

"That still doesn't explain why she looks at us like she knows how we die." Time says evenly.

"I don't know much- but she's always said her family had twilight in their blood. It doesn't mean anything to me... But she said it like it was more than a time of day."

Time stops short- he'd heard enough of Twilight's tale to know that the Twili people are certainly a race. And that it could be that- he doesn't know enough about the race of Twilight's adventures to know powers that could be passed down.

"Well... Is she trust worthy?"

Wild smiles a little at that, "Of course she is."

"I trust your judgement then... But I will be talking to her about this."

"I know. She said she expected as much."

[dulcewrites]

List of OCs

I was recently asked to list out all the ocs that I have so far. Some of them have been flesh out to written pieces, others are just ideas that I’ve mentioned briefly (and hope to maybe write fics about but that is up in the air). I will try to link to the pieces, as well as the asks tags. I will add to this as things go along.

I like doing little oc games with them so be on the look out for when I reblog the prompts. It’s the best way I can expland on these ocs, especially the ones I haven’t fully written for.

First I want to start with the ocs that I get asked the most about bc there is just more material on them or I plan on writing full length things for their character in the recent future:

Myrah Everlane: main of Finding Common Cause. Lower nobleborn woman from the Vale. Set in an au where Aegon becomes king and everyone lives. Myrah and Aemond do eventually get married and have children. Use tags: oc inspo: myrah, and fcc asks for her. I also have answered asks about a modern fcc universe. Use tags: modern fcc asks, oc inspo: modern Myrah, and modern fcc inspo

Cassandra Devereux: based off my finished fool me once fic (an Aemond x reader fic). This is an au where their family lives after the dance, making Aemond king, and Cassandra queen with their kids as princesses and princes. It’s their journey post losing everyone, and navigating running the realm. I write mainly short blurbs and such for them. Use tags: fmo k&q au, and oc inspo: Cassandra

Next are ocs that I have written one part for or they are just eventual ideas that I would like to expand on

Elysa: she is from Drowned in Love. My alys x oc x Aemond fic. She is a bastard born Tully. This happens towards the end of the dance. Both alys and Elysa have Aemond’s children. It is has three parts already but is paused at the moment. There is a drowned in love inspo tag and a dil asks tag

Edith: She is from Acquired Taste. An Aegon centric fic. I don’t have much on her, other than these fashion post I like making for my ocs. I planned on making a part 2 for this story but as of now, it is paused. There is a few posts that can be found in the acquired taste asks tag

Nina: my modern Royal oc. This is more an idea that would like to flesh out eventually. Also an oc with little info bc I haven’t said much about her. All I have is that she is an Epidemiologist that meets Aemond when he is visiting labs (post pandemic) for funding. Very much ‘commoner’ becomes a princess type of story. I also have a modern royalty inspo tag

Clarisse: greek life au. This was an idea I had for an oc x Aemond x daeron idea. Basically daeron likes clarisse who Aemond. Greek life au and inspo tag is where you can find stuff but is it sparse

Now this character technically isn’t an oc yet. She if my first Aegon x reader fic, set in the modern universe - one step forward two steps back. It is also paused, much like my other Aegon fic but if I ever were to continue it, I’d want to make her an oc named Ivy. You can look through osftsf asks

I’m gonna group Jocelyn Velaryon (formerly known as Laenora) and Wylla in the same one. These are two ocs I had around the same time. Jocelyn is the youngest daughter of corlys and rhaenys. Wylla is a northerner/warg. I really want to write a northerner oc eventually.

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Monster or Man (working title) -Chapter 1

Hi all. So I’ve decided to post the first chapter of the first draft of my book that I’ve been working on for a long time. This is the first draft so it’s mostly just to get my ideas down, but I am looking for some feedback. If you enjoy it, please let me know. If you think there are improvements that need to be done, also let me know. Thanks!

She kept looking over her shoulder out of fear of being caught. What she was about to do would be considered treason, not only to the facility she was currently studying in but to the whole country. Dr Myrah Liang, in this place, her name wasn’t important, she was just one of many genetic scientists that were forced to work within these walls, however, soon she will be known all around the world. Thankfully, her outfit allowed her to blend in, the white long buttoned lab coat with the brown pants. It was the standard uniform for the genetic scientists, no one really batted an eye when   they witnessed her standing at one of the various metal doors in the long hall. Reaching into her front pocket, an ID card was presented and pressed against the security keypad, little whispers slipped through her bright red lips.              “Please, please, please.”               Genetic scientists only had level one access, which only really opened up most of the labs and research quarters. To her surprise, the little red light on the keypad turned green and a small click notified her that the door unlocked. The lights flickered to life as she entered the room, revealing cabinets as tall as the walls themselves. Jackpot. Closing the door slowly behind her, Dr Liang’s eyes stared in amazement before rushing over to one of the shelves. Her fingers flipped through the folders, she had to find something, something that could expose this whole operation. Each file was labelled;             December 17th 2001 – Afghanistan             December 18th 2011 – Iraq            March 16th 2004 -  Pakistan            April 27th 2018 – North Korea

          Grabbing each file folder, Dr Liang thought that this might be enough evidence to get the media to pounce onto the people running this hellhole. However, she grabbed one more file as as a precaution. It had no date and the folder itself was completely blank. The scientist was so engrossed in looking at the files, she failed to realize that a security camera had been recording the whole time. Her head poked up from the stacks of papers and she began shuffling out. The plan to look as normal as possible was completely chucked out of the window, she just wanted to get out of there quickly before anyone noticed what she was doing.

           Alarms echoed through the pearly white halls as the scientist bolted towards one of the many doors surrounding her. In her grasp were a stack grey coloured file folders, some of which had fallen out of her hands and onto the ground below. She didn’t bother stop and pick them up as the sound of heavy boots grew ever closer. With panicked breaths, the scientist slammed her body against the two large metal doors that separated her from her freedom. Her fist punched the enlarged elevator buttons but a voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

         “And what exactly do yae plan on doing with those?”

        That familiar Scottish accented, cold toned voice. She couldn’t help but swallow the lump of fear that built up in the back of her throat realising just exactly who was standing behind her. Much akin to a scared puppy, the woman’s head slowly turned, eyes widened and her body quaking. It was her boss, Dr Achim Lankanotvitch, dressed in a long black lab coat that was buttoned on his chest. His black short hair held was held together with enough wax that it looked like it could stab ones fingers if they were to touch it. The most eye catching feature which separated him from the rest of the scientists in the facility was the large metal arm that had completely replaced his normal limb. Large round glasses with reflective lenses covered his eyes, which made it difficult to read what emotion his face was portraying. However, judging by his straight posture and authoritative stance, he was not happy that this situation was occurring.           “Your operation has to end. Too many innocent people are dying!” She shouted with the files hugged to her chest.            “A shame really, I had such high hopes for yae.” Achim brushed off her statement, it meant nothing to him. “Leak those files and the whole world will spiral into a panic, wars will be started and a lot more lives will be lost.” He held out his blue gloved hand while his fingers twitched, demanding that she hand over the stack of papers.  A ding from the elevator rang through both of their ears causing both of their heads to twitch. The rouge scientist moved to the opening doors, hunched over the files so no more would fall.           “I’m going to put a stop to this, it’s time the world discovers your crime against humanity.” As soon as she said that, Achim almost leapt forward, attempting to grab her arm as she shuffled through the doors. He barely missed, but that didn’t stop the woman from hyperventilating in panic. She knew what would have happened if she got caught, a punishment so severe that she wouldn’t want to wish it upon anyone. Thankfully, getting to the elevator was the hardest part.              Achim remained in his spot as the elevator went up. His left eye was twitching from the sudden stress that washed over him. Behind, several heavily armed security came to a halt.                “Sir… someone is escaping with some sensitive material.” The scientist’s head turned slowly to face the soldier who spoke, his glare only darkened. “I KNOW!” That sudden outburst caused the entire facility around them to fall silent even the chatter from down the hall stopped. “Yae there… put him in the feeder… I need a drink.”             “No! No!” The other soldiers were quick to listen to their boss’s demand, wrapping their arms around him as they dragged him away. Achim on the other hand made his way back down the hall. Luckily his private office wasn’t too far away.

               As the boss walked down the hallway, his hands were linked behind his back. The Test Centre of Classified Somatology, usually known as the TCCS amongst the employees. Thirty years of blood, sweat and tears went into this place, sadly, for it’s creator, it had to remain hidden to the rest of the world. He approached his office slowly, nodding to the two soldiers who always stood guard at the door. They saluted back in a sign of respect as Achim entered. The room itself was large, but the office only took up a quarter of the space while the rest was used as living quarters for himself. In the right hand corner laid a messy double bed with the covers thrown over the side. Making his way to a large wooden cabinet, his metal fingers brushed against glass bottles, most of which were unopened bottles of whisky and wine, while others appeared to be almost empty.

             “Hitting the drink already? It’s not even five o’clock.” A woman spoke from the door, Achim didn’t even hear her come in. She was dressed similar to him, a black long lab coat, but unlike her boss, she kept hers unbuttoned.. Her striking white long hair bounced as she walked before she slapped another batch of files on his desk. Being a much much older woman, she had been apart of the facility for many years, almost the same amount of time as Achim. There was no surprise that she would soon find herself second in command.           “Leave me alone, I’ve had a rough day.” Achim snarked back at her comment while he poured himself a nice tall glass of Malt Scotch Whisky, the events from earlier today called for one of the more expensive drinks in his collection. “What’s this?”           “Paperwork for that soldier you sentenced to death. Come on, you know the drill.” Her nail pressed against the file folder, tapping it.           “Do you really need this right this second Karolinne?”          “Yes, and don’t call me that while we’re on the job… I don’t want the rest of the employees to start…” She retorted with a small huff, still standing her ground in front of his desk. “I heard about the rouge scientist… What are you going to do about her?”              Upon that question being asked, Achim stood up, whisky cup in hand as he made his way to the large window that was one of his walls. Behind the glass were fake trees, which rustled slightly as if something was moving. “It depends on how she plays her cards, if she goes to the media, we can shut it down before anybody gets a chance to see them. Head into parliament, she’d get shot on the spot. I’ll put out a nation wide warrant for her arrest.” Karolinne followed him, her eyes peering down to the area below. “I think you are being way to relaxed about this.” She looked at him before returning her gaze. “You under estimate her, don’t you?”

              “I’m surprised, you more than anybody should know how many people have tried to put a stop to my operation, what is it now? Five? Six?” Achim took another sip of his expensive whisky, not giving her the time of day. She had nothing but respect for him, so when he gave her the cold shoulder, she went silent on the subject.             “The president is going to get wind of this sooner or later.” Only then did the scientist react, shuffling in his spot ever so slightly but it was noticeable to her. On that note, Karolinne made her way to the door. “Get that paperwork done as soon as possible.”             No response. Achim had become lost in his own thoughts. The TCCS had so much potential, however layers of red tape had constricted his ideas and expanding his operation was not possible anymore. Trees rustled below him once more, snapping him out of his thoughts. He slowly walked back to his desk and basically flopped into his chair, starting his paperwork.

          Days had passed since the files were stolen, nothing had really come from it which was rather surprising to Achim. He half expected half of the world to be furious with him but it was all radio silence. The scientist was in his office, observing some of the security footage from that day, when his desk lit up. On the screen below his files, the face of the President himself showed up on the incoming call button.           Great.            He tapped the green answer square as if he was using a normal cell phone. Shortly after a holographic screen appeared in front of him with live feed from the Oval Office. “So nice to see yae mister President.” Achim attempted to clean his desk by just shoving papers back into the file folder, he’ll sort it later. The President of the United States, a man that held tremendous power over many countries around the globe. Personally, Achim felt like he was wasting it. There were so many missed opportunities that would have benefited the country greatly.             “Achim! Why are you killing your own men again!?” He didn’t flinch despite the fact that his boss was yelling at the top of his lungs, clearly furious at him. “First of all, don’t yell at me like that… secondly, that man was incompetent, if you would assign me some people that could in fact do their job, then I’d be more than happy not to send them to the pit.”                  That didn’t stop the president from still screaming his head off. “That’s no excuse! We have people asking questions!”                 Achim held his tongue. As much as he wanted to scream back at the top of his lungs about how that soldier decided to make the smart ass remark, he knew that it would only lead to more arguing. The president continued.                   “We have an investor interested in helping you fund your operations, she will be arriving in the next forty-eight hours, get your act together and make sure you’re ready to show her your best work.”                   That new piece of information really put Achim on edge. His stance shifted while his arms were suddenly crossed at the chest, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “An investor? I told yae… we were getting more orders coming in, people have been paying.”                    “We’re running out of money, even with their contributions. You and I both know that we cannot turn down any interested parties at this point.”

              The scientist rubbed his chin, disapproving by this sudden turn of events. “Fine, we will show her around.”                “Good, now don’t mess this up.” On that note, the screen shut off with a faint clicking sound. Achim moved from rubbing his chin to rubbing his temple.                 Karolinne stood on the side of his desk, she looked rather amused with her wide grin. “On days like this I’m kind of glad you’re the one that has to deal with him and not me.”                  “It’s not like I had a choice in the matter.” He sighed deeply, expelling the pent up rage that had been slowly boiling up to the surface. “Either way, I want this place in pristine condition, a little extra funding would go a long way.”                    “Yes sir.”

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