#oc: Fate Aria

[denalilunamoonsshenanigans]

I need to draw my MLP ocs more often. as per usual, i make a version of Denali in any universe and this is Fate Aria. a custom species that lives in the far far north. Her species is deceptively a lot bigger than the average pony, and Fate is on the smaller side. I have been calling them Moongardians, as they are from Moongard, a village i made up for story purposes. Distant relatives to Crystal ponies, so their fur sparkles and shines like fresh snowfall, rather than being crystalized. i have a solid design for Unicorn Moongardians, as most of them are unicorns, but i am open to the idea of adding Pegasus ponies and earth ponies to the mix. i need to redraw the reference for Fate and many others that already exist for this species.

[byunniiis]

[OC WIP] Hello pookies!! Kinda forgot I was an artist who's supposed post drawings online for a sec

[simplegenius042]

Music Wednesday, Last Line/s & Understand My Group/Found Family In 5 Minutes Meme

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Music for The UnTitledverse, Last Line's for three A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore WIPs and lastly an "Understand My Group" Meme for characters in my Wings And Horns WIP. You can listen, read and use the template of the meme that is under the cut:

More about the Walking Fate series. This series somewhat sticks to the compliance of canon, but there are times where it diverges. Mostly in regards to characters and their arcs and survival (or death), plus some plot elements being replaced/repurposed. There's about five planned "seasons", with four of them taking the canon compliance route while the fifth is an original plot. I'm also treating Walkers with more respect; they're pretty much a death sentence if anyone is unprepared for them, or god forbid, come across a Herd. Malcrum and Clementine's relationship is in no means meant to impede on the canon relationships she forms and that impact her, it is meant to be an additional and interesting idea to explore her character, especially with the inherent tragedy that ties them together and how it affects her character going forward (as well as my first time writing a relationship like this type in The UnTitledverse, which compared to its predecessors, is a story that doesn't resolve the tragedy with reconciliation between Malcrum and Clementine, emphasising the bitter nature of this bittersweet series). The tragic turn this relationship is of neither parties fault; it was simply bad luck. Malcrum, while separated from Clem and the group, happened to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time, picking up the wrong object, where his mind would (mostly) be fried and lose his agency/autonomy. Forced to watch a shell of himself harm, and at times, kill those he had come to care for or would have never wanted to do so to in the first place. The only person truly at fault here is not even in the series; that being Edward Carmine, for creating a device that probably violates more than what OSHA is concerned about. The series follows a theme of the power of resilience. Persisting in spite of the odds. Succeeding against adversity. Going to great lengths and trials to not only survive, but find a place to live. Which is why I chose this song for this series:

"I am flesh and I am bone Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter and gold Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter

Do you walk in the valley of kings? Do you walk in the shadow of men Who sold their lives for a dream? Do you ponder the manner of things In the dark? The dark, the dark, the dark

I am flesh and I am bone I'll rise, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter and gold Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter

Do you walk in the meadow of spring? Do you talk to the animals? Do you hold their lives from a string? Do you ponder the manner of things In the dark? The dark, the dark, the dark

I am flesh and I am bone I'll rise, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter I am flesh and I am bone I'll rise, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter

'Cause everybody in the backroom's spinnin' out Don't remember what you're asking for And everybody in the front room's trippin' out You left your bottle at the door

'Cause everybody in the backroom's spinnin' out Don't remember what you're asking for And everybody in the front room's trippin' out You left your bottle at the door

I am flesh and I am bone I'll rise, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter and gold Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter and gold Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter."

Here are Last Line/s for three WIPs from my Fallout series A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore. Each are labelled down below:

THE WATERS OF LIFE FLOW (FALLOUT 3)

His red lenses constricted as he focused on the super mutants patrolling the fortress. If the Vault-Tec data was to be considered correct, Vault 87 was in the heart of the lions den. Ore stood up, huffing out his breathing valve as his knees made a sickening creak. He stretched in preparation for his one-man assault, outstretching a palm to feel the nuclear residue of radiation through his palms.

He hummed in satisfaction as he felt the fatigue drift away from the exposure, far more alert and energized. Flame started to spark in his palms, summoning his fire so he may weld it into a more effective weapon against the FEV rejects he would - what was the word Ress used? "Pulverize"? Yeah, that's it - would enjoy pulverizing to cinders.

THE HOUSE ON TOP (FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS)

Her gaze shifted to the only man who was distinct compared to the group he lead. His ugly checkered suit hurt her retinas, just as his smug confidence enraged her. She wanted to break it, but Ryder settled with giving the man a silent glare as she continued to dig her own grave with bound hands.

WHAT HAPPENED TO VAULT NUMBER 76? (FALLOUT 76)

In spite of being enamored by the surge of energy that intoxicated his senses, the Matthias did share his own agreement with his venn's grim words; something changed in this world. A defilement to its nature, though healing from wounds that occurred long since they both last visited, can still be felt in the present. The drunken haze of atomic residue which threatened to become absorbed in Talos' material body was all he needed to know that an unnatural shift took place.

He glanced to his fellow traveler, his closest venn, and noticed a spark in the crevices of his eyes; blazing rings that looped around their orbs with a fury he had not seen in the Arcane Urias since his only loss to a fellow venn a decamillennium ago. Talos could tell Urias held an unsatisfied opinion on this unexpected change, but his offense to it was interfering with the focus he needed kept on his disguise. Talos would have to interfere, less they be found out as inhuman.

Not that there would be any significant consequence a humanite could inflict upon them should they be found out. Fragility was merely a concept to the Matthias and the Arcane, unburdened by the weakness that haunted the "dominant" species of this world.

And lastly a meme for the four main characters of my Wings And Horns WIP. Now to explain, they aren't technically a found family/group (at least, not when the pairs are together), they just happen to run in to each other so many times. Metatron and Azriel are partnered up to work together to preserve the Soulmate System, with Azriel supposed to be nothing more than a cadet aiding the Archangel, while with Xiang and Jezebel, Xiang is a demon from the Sloth Ring of Hell, who had adopted Jezebel, whose a Sinner's Soul of a damned girl (for unjustified reasons no less). These two pairs are in fact rivals in their opposing missions to protect and break the Soulmate System respectively.

[Image Reference Credits: Art of Archangel Metatron that I found posted on Quora and Kagetane Hiruko from Black Bullet]

Here's a blank template below:

[eldritchamy]

What the shit. Fighting a god in hand to hand combat as a gold dragon using immovable rods goes so fucking hard and it’s the backstory for a character that’s just in the main backstory???????? AMY???

You know how a lot of people, when making DND characters, make the mistake of having their level 1 PC have an elaborate backstory where they're super badass and already recognized as a hero?

When I made Ash I did the opposite. Her backstory is elaborate, yes, but in very mundane ways that inform her personality and how she perceives the world around her, and build up the logic of how she makes decisions.

I made everyone AROUND my PC a super powerful character who had done incredible things, and I gave Ash anxiety about it.

She feels, constantly, that she is inadequate by comparison. Her entire frame of reference is shaped by a bunch of women in her life that are outstandingly powerful, and she's just a quiet girl who makes leather goods and sells them for a living. She thinks of herself as the NPC in other people's more impressive lives.

Her mother, Lailah, is a nearly seven foot tall divine warrior created in Elysium to destroy Pit Fiends. She's an angel of lightning built like an MMA fighter, and she wields a weapon like piece of a lightning bolt (not stylized, I mean a real, glowing crackling arc of electricity that she holds like a staff and can be used like anything from a polearm to a spear to a whip, and when thrown it acts like a Lightning Bolt spell). She is built, both narratively and in game stats, to be an unkillable holy destroyer, capable of fighting MULTIPLE PIT FIENDS simultaneously, and winning. She's a CR 10+ magical creature (she's a homebrewed mix of Deva and Erinyes stat blocks with some unique flavor) with eighteen class levels, 16 in Zealot Barbarian and 2 in Fighter. She has a strength of 27 and a constitution of 25. She's designed to deal HUGE amounts of damage, tank unfathomable amounts in turn, NOT DROP WHEN SHE HITS ZERO HITPOINTS, and keep swinging until every devil in her way is a pile of dust, then use bonus action Second Wind to bring herself back above 0 so she doesn't incur the auto-death caveat on Zealot Barbarian's Rage Beyond Death ability. One of her attuned items is also the very simple uncommon item "Periapt of Wound Closure" which automatically stabilizes you at the start of your turn, thereby resetting the death saving throws she would theoretically have to make each time she gets hit below 0. Also, as an angel, she's innately immune to auto-death effects like Power Word Kill, which closes almost all loopholes that get around her build. She is UNSPEAKABLY badass. I ran a simulated round of combat with her once, and she could potentially one-shot a CR 15 Skittering Horror (228 HP) in a single turn. Her theoretical maximum damage output is like, 456 damage in a turn (granted this assumes all crits and rolling max damage).

So that's Ash's mom.

Aria is interesting. She was always strongly attuned to the forces of nature, and her magic grew quickly. Where Ash grew up with someone she knew would always be there to protect her from anything, Aria did NOT have that safety net, and spent her formative years learning to be more self-sufficient in terms of relying on her own power. So eventually she got sucked into an adventuring party consisting of herself (a tiefling Witch subclass with very strong druid flavor), a tiefling zealot barbarian, and a couple of elf twins who were an Arcana cleric and a Celestial Warlock. Sometime after they had made a name for themselves, they were tasked with stopping a suspected fledgling vampire who had been kidnapping girls and killing a bunch of people. When they arrived, they met Cass, who was very much NOT a new vampire. She was almost 150 years old and had been protecting women from abusers and overzealous debt collectors, and things had gotten a little messy with one or two of them, leading to a lot more attention than she normally got. They start off fighting Cass (Aria polymorphs herself into a dire wolf and lunges directly for the throat, which Cass found amusing and impressive) but realize in the banter that Cass wasn't the real problem, and she ends up being a sort of a lesson for the group in terms of whose word they trust and who they take jobs from (YES THE BACKSTORY'S BACKSTORY HAS NARRATIVE ARCS AND MORAL LESSONS THAT LEAD TO LONG TERM CHARACTER GROWTH OKAY I CAN'T HELP MYSELF). Cass, having a particular rapport with Aria, ends up joining their party as a dhampir Soulknife Rogue/Shadow Monk.

Yes, that's all backstory that I made up for an imaginary campaign that exists entirely as a set piece for Aria as one of Ash's story NPCs. This doesn't even touch on the fact that I liked Cass so much as a character that I gave HER an entire backstory of her own. I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM.

Anyway the team only makes a bigger name for themselves for handling things that other groups can't. Eventually, they just happen to be in the Tenth District when the War of the Spark happens (major established event in the MTG canon), and I basically added some extra "scenes" to it that didn't violate existing canon so I could have that be the climax of their imaginary campaign. One of Aria's partners was a new planeswalker at the time and her spark got harvested by the Dreadhorde, specifically by the god eternal Bontu.

Gods in Magic The Gathering aren't honestly that special? They don't seem to have THAT much power, all things considered. Ravnica's gods are mostly powerful magical animals, and in the most recent Magic Story one of their gods (Anzrag the Quake Mole) was captured in an "evidence capsule" (basically Magic's version of a Pokeball). The most powerful god in MTG is probably the Ur Dragon honestly, unless you count the Eldrazi, but that's a whole other conversation since neither of those actually have the "God" creature type.

Anyway, Bontu was one of the gods of Amonket (basically a plane based on ancient Egypt), which had been conquered by an Elder Dragon planeswalker named Nichol Bolas. HE was the one who actually killed all but one of Amonket's gods, and then another planeswalker named Liliana Vess (extremely powerful necromancer) raised them as zombies for his army, because Bolas had a ton of complicated leverage over her (magical contract that he could invoke to kill her if she betrayed him). So Bontu was a god zombie.

Here's a reference:

Well, Aria was a level 18 Witch at this point since this was the climax of their campaign, so she had access to the Shapechange spell, a 9th level transmutation that lets you become any creature with a challenge rating equal or lower than your character level. And the best candidate for that was an Adult Gold Dragon (CR 17). So Aria goes full berserk and stands up on her dragon hind legs and picks a fight with a dead god that she's determined to make deader, and has a Godzilla vs King Ghidorah standoff with her.

So how do you fight a god that can suck your soul out and instantly kill you with a single touch? You don't let it touch you.

What Aria did was basically inspired by this gif of a Wildebeest trying to charge at a lion:

Or this:

And to be clear, yes, I'm saying Aria was the lion in that situation. She basically did a big dragon threat display to get Bontu's attention, and used the Gold Dragon's weakening breath to give Bontu disadvantage on Strength checks and saves. Bontu charged at her, and at the last second Aria dropped to the ground and then shot back up, clamped her teeth around the god's throat, and used her weight to throw Bontu around and knock her off balance, and her superior strength to grab her by the wrists and wrestled her to the ground so she couldn't get a grip on Aria. She had every part of the god that could have killed her pinned, and used the claws of her wings to pull Bontu's armor apart and tear at everything she could reach while thrashing her around. It was Fen, the Arcana cleric, who thought to use Immovable rods to pin Bontu down so that even if Aria lost her grip, Bontu wouldn't be able to immediately one-shot any of them. So Athena (barbarian) and Cass (rogue/monk) as the two martial classes were the ones who got close enough to handle that while Fen and her sister (Gwen) used whatever holy magic they could to help from a distance.

Now CASS had a problem, because she's a DEX based martial class, not a strength based one. She needed a boost to be able to get this job done. So she drank some of Bontu's blood from one of the wounds Aria had left on her arm to give herself a burst of strength. Except. She had to get real close to do that. And Bontu managed to get a loose grip on her, and tried to suck out her soul.

The magic that makes Cass what she is is very old and very powerful. It binds her soul to her body in a much stronger way than any living creature, fusing the two together to prevent her from dying (i.e. by having her soul separated from her body; Cass can recover from almost any conceivable physical injury as long as there's life energy, in the form of blood, for the magic that keeps her alive to feed on and maintain the seal between her body and her soul). BECAUSE SHE WAS FEEDING ON THE BLOOD OF A GOD AT THE TIME, the magic holding her together basically fought against the magic that was trying to rip her soul out, and it had enough fuel to hold on until Aria's thrashing forced Bontu to let go. So Cass survived the Elderspell thanks to a very weird and unrepeatable set of circumstances (which allows something narratively impressive and legendary to happen without being gamebreakingly overpowered and violating the established rules of the world).

Because of how her magic draws energy from other things, though, there was a side effect: she also accidentally took in one of the planeswalker sparks that Bontu had harvested. So when Cass had healed enough for her soul to no longer be dislocated, her spark activated and she became a Planeswalker. (I imagine a soul is connected to a body mostly through the nervous system, because that's how a brain holds consciousness in it, so a "dislocated" soul is like something glued to every nerve ending in your body being pulled on with an enormous amount of force, trying to sever that connection; imagine trying to pull yourself off the ground when every nerve ending in your body is superglued to the floor by something akin to the Strong Nuclear Force. It SUCKED.)

The team ended up being forced to retreat because of Cass' injuries, so Aria didn't actually manage to kill Bontu personally (or die trying, which in her grief-rage she was fully open to). Right about this time, my bottle scene ends and Magic canon comes back into play: Liliana betrays Bolas and turns the Dreadhorde against him, and Bontu ends up being the one who bites him and rips out HIS spark. Due to the enormous rush of energy of consuming all of Bolas' stolen Planeswalker sparks (tl;dr he was trying to become a god), and with the added bit of lore that it was Aria's team that heavily injured Bontu just prior to this, Bontu exploded in the process.

This resulted in Ravnica playing a game of telephone in the chaotic aftermath of the War. Aria fought a god. She's still alive and that god is dead. Rumors spread and now Aria is misremembered as the one who killed Bontu. Half the plane thinks of her as the "god killer." All she wanted was to avenge her lover or die trying.

Neither outcome happened, and now she's credited with the very thing she sees as her greatest failure. And that trauma has haunted her ever since.

[unmeinoniwa]

hii ... im promoting my newest art of aria that i just finished! ;w; this was a redraw of an old piece i did back in 2020 and im proud of how far ive come hehe

[lovehollyberry]

FE Oc Week: Day 2

Relationships

Part II

Aria

Leo

After losing her home to a fire, a young Aria was left alone. Unsure of what to do, she wandered Nohr for a period of time before finding herself at the capital. It was there in Windmire that she met Leo. Aria, who was immediately smitten with Leo, leaped out to protect him from an assassination attempt. Although young, she was formidable and took down the attacker swiftly. Seeing her skill, Leo decided to take her as his retainer.  During the concubine wars, Aria would stay by Leo’s side as often as possible to protect him. Her closeness with the Prince earned her quite a few enemies, and horrible rumors soon spread. Despite it all, Aria wouldn’t hesitate to do anything for him. Even if it meant withstanding harsh gossip, difficult training, and sleepless nights, she would endure it, because she loved him.

Niles

As Leo’s retainers, Aria and Niles spend quite a bit of time with one another, often being sent on missions together. Initially a work relationship, they began to bond over their devotion to Leo. During their conversations they would find out that they have more in common than they first thought. Over time, their relationship would evolve into a friendship. At night, the two of them can be found gazing up at the night sky. They like to sit in silence, enjoying the peace and one another’s company. Sometimes, Aria’s light humming can be heard. However, they often butt heads when it comes to Niles’s crude and sadistic behavior. Aria always reprimands him when he says profane things in her presence. Niles, on the other hand, finds it quite amusing how flustered he can make her by saying such salacious things to her.

Odin

When Odin first appeared, Aria did not trust him. His odd character and the way he spoke made her wary of him. Once Odin became another one of Leo’s retainers her suspicions began to quell. By spending more time with him, she was able to learn of the caring and sincere part of Odin beyond the theatrics. Initially hesitant, she grew to trust and respect him, seeing him as a friend and ally she can rely on. Although she still cannot understand everything he says.

Amélie

Mirae

Despite being Mirae’s retainer, Amélie and Mirae are like sisters. They’ve known each other since childhood and were practically raised together. No matter what happens they know they can count on one another, and would do anything for the other. They often can be found singing together, creating sweet melodies that fill the air. Mirae, due to her shyness, has difficulty approaching and conversing with people. Oftentimes she will panic and shut herself away. Worried for her friend, Amélie comforts her and helps her through her anxiety. Amélie does her best to support Mirae, giving her the courage to put herself out there and talk with others. Amélie, in her appearance of being sweet and calm, tends to hide her more negative feelings. Because of their close friendship, Mirae is one of the only people she feels comfortable expressing her full emotions to. Mirae is always willing to listen to her friend, and remind her that her feelings are valid.

Mirae

Alfred

Mirae was promised to Alfred at a young age. A decision made because of the young prince’s condition. It took a while for them to finally meet, having only exchanged letters to one another. When that day came, Mirae found herself flooded deep with worry. What if the prince was mean and cold? What if he was a philanderer? Secretive? Cruel? The thoughts kept invading her mind. Worse, she would have to rule alongside him. Mirae had enough trouble asking someone to pass the salt, she had know idea how she would command a kingdom. Luckily, her fears were put to rest when she saw him. He was charming, if not a little dopey. Alfred ran toward her, handing her a large bouquet of flowers. It was so large in fact, she couldn't hold the entire thing. Her grasp on it slipped and she ended up covered in flowers. Mirae immediately grew embarrassed over her own clumsiness. She began to apologize profusely for ruining the bouquet he had gifted her. Tears swelling up in her eyes, she bowed her head in shame. Alfred, of course, wasn’t angry. Instead he grabbed one of the flowers, and brushing the hair that had fallen in her face aside, placed the flower in her hair.  “It’s alright,” He had said to her reassuringly. “I think you look rather pretty with the flowers in your hair, like a fairy princess!” Mirae stared at him before tears started rolling down her face. Alfred panicked, “Did I say something wrong?” he asked, concerned. She shook her head, smiling at him.  She started, unsure how to express how she felt. “No, um, I…” Mirae felt fortunate to be marrying someone as kind hearted as him. Steading her breath she tried again, “Thank you.”

Celine

As soon to be sister-in-laws, Mirae and Celine have gotten to know each other well. They enjoy spending time together chatting over some tea and cookies. Topics of their conversations range from the current happenings of Firene to exotic flowers of other regions. They both share in worry for Alfred’s health and concerns for the future. But, together vow to work towards a brighter, peaceful future for Elyos.

Amélie

see Mirae under Amélie

[rewumi]

the ruthless golden child, Aria Griffith

[itsastridsart]

Otp 31

Threads

The red thread of fate is a Japanese romantic legend. It's similar to the idea of a soulmate, and states that people destined to meet each other are connected by an invisible red thread tied to their pinky fingers. The thread can become tangled, stretched, or contracted, but it can never break.

But for Aria and nightmare they are bonded by black threads which means, the ones enemies who are alive

Enemies but in love is what it says, since Aria is the guardian of light, able to cast white light and nightmare being her opposite.

Yet they hated each other when they met, then became friends and now are in love

[exitpursuedbyavulcan]

The Silver Dragon (4)

The Book

Though Arianwyn wants nothing more than to devour the book Aemond gifted her, she finds herself tear her mind from Aegon’s taunting words. But as she recalls a difficult conversation with her cousin and lady’s maid from the night before, she decides that perhaps she does not want to be married – ever.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC (Daemon and Rhea's daughter)

Warnings: none

Author's Note: An Alicent POV? It's more likely than you think...

Series Masterlist - Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

Arianwyn sat at one of the great oaken tables in the library of the Red Keep, elbows on either side of the great tome before her as she pressed her balled fists into her still-flushed cheeks. She had been waiting for the answers contained in this book for as long as she could remember, but now that they lay before her, all she could think about was Aegon’s words.

“As soon as your father acknowledges you’re alive…”

What did it matter that he acknowledge her? Had she not been taken in by the King and Queen themselves? Lived in their castle, raised alongside their own children? Was she not the Lady of Runestone, head of an ancient and noble house in her own right? Why should her fate be determined by a man she had never met?

Daemon Targaryen was across the Narrow Sea, living happily with his young wife and two daughters. According to the latest ravens, a third child would join them soon.

Did Lady Laena know about her stepdaughter—or Baela and Rhaena about their sister? Did they care? Did they yearn to know her as she did for them?

Likely not, she told herself. Daemon had remarried before Arianwyn had seen her first full moon. He had not written to inquire about her health nor that of her mother. He had said nothing before fleeing across the sea. Ten years had passed, and he had never once written to his firstborn daughter.

He did not want her as part of his family.

“Aria?” Aemond’s soft voice echoed through the cavernous library. He had been wholly silent as they raced through the stone corridors of the Red Keep, passing by her chambers to retrieve the book before coming to the library.

Now, he sat next to her at their usual table, a stack of parchment in front of him. They had been here many times before – at this same table, delighting in each other’s companionship and curiosity, but their hours here had grown quieter in recent years. They were no longer the rambunctious children they once were. Aemond would readily admit much of the fault in that lay with him.

He was not as happy as he once was.

But he was still happy here, in their place. It was perhaps the only place he could still depend on to find comfort and respite. Here, he was never alone. Even if Aria was elsewhere, he could still find her in the books. The winding rows of shelves held happy memories of their childhood, when they first delved into the paper forest in search of knowledge.

Here, they had uncovered the great tales of their ancestors and felt the great legacy that sat upon their shoulders. Only now, Aemond realized the true, overwhelming weight of that legacy.

Just after his tenth nameday, Aegon had caught Aemond reading one of the more romanticized books of Valyrian history in the library. He snatched it and began reading aloud. “And so the fair Princess Elaenyra was granted mercy by her uncle, the noble King Synar, for he knew she was not to blame for her father’s treason. They were soon married, and Elaenyra became Queen. In the end, Prince Vaerion succeeded at placing his blood on the throne, but at the cost of his very life.”

Aegon laughed, holding the book aloft so Aemond could not take it back. “Is this history, or is it one of your fairytales?”

“It’s history!” Aemond whined, jumping to try and reach the book to no avail. “You would know that if you actually cared about our family’s past. Now give it back!”

“But it’s so stereotypical for real history,” Aegon finally let Aemond have the book again, but the mischievous smile remained on his lips. “The king rescues the fair princess, and the second son is killed for his hubris. Actually…” He made a show of looking over his brother from head to toe. “I suppose that’s quite realistic.”

Something about the way he said it made Aemond panic. He went into a deep obsession, trying to prove Aegon wrong. He read through the histories furiously for every mention of second sons. Not just Valyrian history but that of the Andals, First Men, and every other civilization.

In every book he read, the second son never got a happy ending. Most died young, having been sent to battle in the place of their more valuable elder brother. Some survived, living to see their sibling take the throne. Of these survivors, many became valuable advisors and received the great honor of being mentioned, however briefly, alongside their King’s noble deeds. Others earned more notoriety by attempting to build their own legacy. Whether they tried to usurp the throne or establish their own lands, those men died bloody. From what he could glean from the stories, the best he could hope for was to fade into the annals of history.

Aemond had never told Aria of this revelation. He knew she would not understand.

She still saw the glory and romance of these stories. And why shouldn’t she? As the only daughter and heir of an ancient Westerosi house and a dragonriding descendant of Old Valyria, there was no doubt that her story would be a legend told for ages to come.

Until fate decided otherwise, Aemond would cherish being a small part of that legend.

Aria dropped her hands from her face, draping them over the book he had given her only that morning. “What?”

Her steely eyes were more distant than Aemond had ever seen them. No girl should look that way on her nameday, especially not her. “Are we going to read the book?” He asked, tapping his quill on his parchment for emphasis.

She looked down at the faded title pressed into the linen. Then, to Aemond’s delight, she finally smiled.

“You never told me how you found this,” she said, carefully prying open the ancient tome.

Aemond grinned eagerly. This was a story he had waited a long time to tell.

“I wrote to my Uncle at Oldtown,” he began. “Not Hobert – Devran, the Maester. He is an archivist in the library at the Citadel. Maesters there have been studying the Runes since the Andals first came to Westeros. I told him how important being able to understand them was to you, as the future Lady of Runestone.”

Aria looked away, focusing instead on the inscription on the book’s first page. It did not stop Aemond from spotting the way her cheeks flushed.

He continued, “Devran spoke to the other archivists and the Conclave to find out if they had any information there that we did not and if he could get permission to send it here. But they had nothing to send.

“When King Jaehaerys made peace with the Faith, he ordered copies made of everything in the Citadel. Knowledge is powerful, and he did not want the Maesters to be the only ones able to wield it. But the libraries of the Citadel were not exhaustive. A few libraries of the older houses, especially in the North, had books the Maesters considered unholy, so they weren’t copied. An initiate from north of Winterfell told Devran about the library at the Wall. It is small and ill-cared for but has been untouched for hundreds of years. So he wrote to the Maester there – I forget his name – and found this.”

He reached across the table and touched the page, indicating the title. Deciphering the Runes of the First Men. The author’s name had long since faded. “I don’t know how accurate it is. Devran made sure I knew it was only a theory, but it’s still more than you ever had before. I had my mother write to the Maester at the Wall to get it sent here. It took two months; I was almost worried it wouldn’t arrive in time.”

Hearing his tale, Aria’s smile had returned in full force. That was why he had spent so long trying to find this perfect gift. There was no sight quite like that smile. It illuminated her whole face, sending a delicate sparkle into her silver eyes.

He loved that smile.

“I don’t know how to thank you, Aemond,” she whispered, unable to tear her eyes from the book. “No one has ever done anything like this for me before.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” he replied, “just read.”

Hours later, both children lay underneath their table, their chairs long abandoned. Instead, Aemond lay on his belly, chin resting on his crossed arms as he tried yet again to comprehend the page in front of him through increasingly blurred eyes. Arianwyn lay perpendicular to him, using the flat of his back as a pillow while she sorted through the dozens of pages of parchment Aemond had filled while she read aloud.

Again, they were silent. But it was not the angry silence from earlier that day nor the melancholy silence that often followed Aemond. It was a happy silence—comfortable and inviting, like the silence that fills the air of a fire-warmed family hall on a snowy day.

Aemond groaned and let his head topple onto the book before him. “Aria?”

“Yes?”

“Why did Aegon make you so angry? Earlier, at the party. What he said was no worse than usual.”

Arianwyn tensed and sat up. She did not face him but crossed her legs and folded her arms around her. The words, when spoken, had evoked burning hot anger. Now, their memory only caused her heart to race with panic. “Because I am afraid to be married.”

“What?” Aemond shot up so swiftly that he hit his head against the bottom of the table with a loud ‘thunk.’ He stared at her as if she just said she wanted to marry her dragon. “But you haveto get married someday. It’s your duty. Why should you be afraid?”

Arianwyn scoffed, “And it may be your duty to go to war one day! Are you not afraid of that?”

“Of course I am,” Aemond insisted, “but that’s war, not marriage!”

“Marriage can be just as dangerous,” she whispered, too soft for him to hear. For the second time that day, her mind drifted back to what happened the previous night.

After dinner, Ser Gerold had insisted Arianwyn retire to her rooms early. He claimed she needed rest to prepare for the party the next day. But when the door closed behind them, he dismissed all her servants but one. Brynna Taler, who had formerly been a lady’s maid to her mother, Rhea, and was now Arianwyn’s, was allowed to remain.

Arianwyn knew immediately that something was wrong. Gerold was always so happy around her, loud and nearly boisterous. But as he sat in front of her now, elbows on his knees, he seemed nervous and visibly struggled to find words.

Brynna, at last, stepped forward. “Tomorrow shall be an important day, Aria. We wish to speak with you before the party to prepare you.”

Arianwyn looked between her cousin and her maid. “What is there to prepare for? It is a party.”

“It is not just any party,” Gerold said, speaking at last. “It is the party celebrating your tenth nameday. The Queen and I have discussed it, and we agree that tomorrow is the right time for you to start... meeting the young men of the realm.”

“But I have already met them,” Arianwyn said, puzzled by her cousin’s words and grim tone. “Most of them, at least. They have been to court before.”

Gerold laughed once, an uncomfortable sound. “Yes, I know. But it is time you start to… get to know them better. To consider them not just as visitors to court, but as potential companions.”

“I don’t understand,” Arianwyn said, beginning to mirror her cousin’s nerves. “I already have friends.” She looked toward Brynna, “And companions.”

The maid smiled. “Oh, my dear child. Allow me to explain.” She knelt on the floor in front of her. “Ser Gerold and I have both feared this day, but we have put it off for too long.”

She cupped the girl’s face in her hands, savoring her innocence. “Tomorrow, the Queen shall introduce you – or reintroduce you – to many of the noble boys your age. For when the sun rises, you shall no longer be a girl but a woman coming into her own.”

Arianwyn shied away from Brynna. “I am not a woman until I am twenty, and I take charge of Runestone.”

“That is when you shall come into your title,” Gerold said. The age had been decided when she was first put in the king’s care. She had never learned its reasons. “But you will be a woman before then. And though I am loathe to admit it, a woman needs a husband. You need a husband.”

At last understanding, Arianwyn nodded. “So, I must meet him tomorrow.”

“No!” Both adults shouted at once.

Gerold cleared his throat. “Tomorrow is only the beginning. We let the nobility know of your eligibility and allow you to meet their sons. No decisions need to be made tomorrow, nor the next day, or even in the next few years. I personally do not want to see you wed until you are six and ten. But we do need to begin somewhere, so it shall be tomorrow.”

Arianwyn nodded. She had expected a husband to come more naturally. He would save her from tripping on a dance floor or bring her wine at a ball. She had even imagined, on occasion, of saving a dashing young knight with Emrys, and together they would fly off to Runestone. She had never expected to meet him by appointment.

But she was the Lady of Runestone. To marry and bear children was her duty. Her romance may not be like the stories she had read for so long.

“I understand. I will do my best to present myself well tomorrow.” She stood from the couch and began to make her way to her private chambers.

“Wait.”

Arianwyn turned back, unsure what else there was to say. But a grim look from both her companions chilled her blood. Tentatively, she stepped back to the couch and sat down. Such a gloom fell over the room that she dared not speak.

“It is time you learned how your mother died.”

Tears sprung to Arianwyn’s eyes at the memory of the gruesome tale. She had come to realize that Daemon did not care for her, but she had never imagined the depths of his cruelty. She was so consumed by her thoughts of grief that she did not realize when Aemond crawled along the carpeted floor to sit beside her until he put his arm around her.

Noticing her wet eyes, he lowered his voice. “Why are you afraid to marry, Aria?”

She could not tell him. Gerold had told her so. They could not predict what Daemon would do if the tale got out. Besides, there was no law against a man raping his wife, and the King had never truly punished his brother before.

“I am afraid,” Arianwyn started, “because I do not want to leave. King’s Landing is my home, and all my friends are here. I don’t want to go back to Runestone with only a stranger for company.”

She supposed it was not a lie. The Red Keep had been her home since she was two months old. Except for Gerold, all her family and those she cared about were here: the king, queen Alicent, Helaena, and Aemond.

“Then I shall come with you,” Aemond declared, sitting as tall as he could under the table. “I shall travel to Runestone with you and your husband and make sure he is kind and treats you with honor.”

Arianwyn smiled. He had no idea how reassuring those words were, even if what he proposed was impossible. “And what will you do if he does not? If he is cruel to me?”

A fire blazed in his violet eyes, the fire of so many Targaryen kings and conquerors that came before him. “If he does anything to harm you or even make you sad, I shall cut off his head and feed it to Emrys!” he declared, entirely serious.

A brief moment of devoted silence passed between them. But in a heartbeat, both children collapsed into laughter, their studies and troubles forgotten.

Queen Alicent Hightower observed the children from between two distant shelves. She had witnessed the confrontation earlier at the party but had been too deep in conversation with some lord from the Reach to intervene. Not that her interventions had any impact on how her children behaved. Not anymore.

“Were there any tempting offers?” her father’s voice rumbled behind her. He had been sneaking up on her like this for years – she did not flinch anymore. He had only been back at court a few days – ostensibly for Arianwyn’s nameday – and already he was grating on her nerves.

Alicent sighed, hand instinctually flying to grasp the amulet around her neck. “A few. None I plan to pursue.”

“Hmm,” her father placed his hand around her shoulders to lead her away from the sharp ears of the children. “I think I best to seal her betrothal while her father remains in Pentos. We don’t want to lose that advantage.”

The Queen brushed off her father’s arm. Rage took root in her heart at the mention of Daemon, the horrific tale Gerold had relayed to her just hours ago still ringing in her ears. “Arianwyn is not a political advantage to be leveraged.” Her voice was as fierce as she would allow in the quiet of the library. “She is my niece, dear to me, and a great friend to my children – two of them at least.”

Otto blinked, raising his chin to look down his nose at her. She hated that look. He only used it when he considered her behavior foolish and immature.

She steeled herself to continue, “She is a young girl who has lost her mother and been abandoned by her father. I do not doubt that if he ever returns, Daemon will see her as a pawn for his own aims. Until she comes of age, there is little I can do to protect her from him – or any other man who seeks to manipulate her. So, I will do whatever I can for her while I still can.”

Not waiting for a response, the Queen swept out of the library.

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Place In Me | Chapter 1

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Summary: After much convincing, Aria’s friends finally convince her to go to the club they’ve been trying to drag her to for who knows how long at this point, resulting in her meeting someone who changes her life in many unexpected ways.

WC: 3,215

Tags/Warnings: Drinking/alcohol mentions, sexual stories/mentions, gun mention, it is mentioned that Aria is a Dancer If Ya Catch My Drift, swearing, mention of cheating

Authors note: hi!!! long time lurker, first fic!!! pls let me know if i missed anything in the tags!! post divider from @cafekitsune !!! hope you enjoy!! lmk if i need more warnings or anything!!!

Deep down, I knew going to the club my friend's had been begging me to go to was a terrible idea. I just never knew why.

    The cream colored camisole dress I was wearing made me feel good, yeah, but also so.. vulnerable. All my friends agreed it was my best dress and went 'beautifully' with my red hair, I just... felt funny. "It's just pre-clubbing nerves, babe," Aera shrugs. "I felt like that too my first time. But you'll love it there, I promise." She shares a glance with me through the mirror I was scrutinizing myself with and gave my shoulder a squeeze before heading over to the door to get her heels on.

    "Definitely wear sneakers or some shit, no one will care. Heels on your first night is hell." She calls from the doorway. "Got it," I chuckle, walking over to meet her in my entryway. I slip on my comfiest flats and make sure everything needed is in my little purse, giving Aera a thumbs up before she texts our other friends we were waiting on to come get us.

    "Oh, shit, Jackson and Nari already here," She laughs. She grabs a hold of my hand and we exit my apartment, me triple checking I lock the door behind me before following Aera down the stairs, anxiety seeping through to my fingertips. Aera holds the door open, letting me slide in first to the window behind Jackson. Aera gets in and sits in the middle, our thighs touching, even though we're not picking up anyone else. She squeezes my thigh before greeting everyone. I give them a small, "Hey," and Jackson starts driving. I don't pay too much attention to the conversation but I pick up on their excitement for this club, as it's apparently the best with the hottest people and the best security and the best drinks, and I can feel their enthusiasm pouring into me, perking me up.

    I join the conversation at some point, asking about some stories. Aera apparently had the 'absolute best dick of her life' and has since been trying to find him again since she forgot to ask for his name. Jackson met a really pretty guy named Jimin who he's been head over heels for since, and he's there every time Jackson decides to go, so he's convinced it's fate. Nari met a few guys, one she actually slept with which was a surprise, but she's hung up on this one girl she met last week who said she was going to be here tonight, which is like, half the reason we're all going anyway. The other reason is they're all convinced a good dick appointment will fix me, and if not that, at least a careless night of drinking and dancing could wash away a little of the despair I've been feeling after my breakup.

    "Maybe I'll find someone who won't cheat on me" I chuckle, pause, then shake my head. "Nah, that's asking too much from a guy at a club," I joke, everyone laughing with me. "Damn straight," Jackson agrees. "I may be simping for Jimin over here, but I know better than to expect anything real from him," He says lightheartedly. Behind his facade though, I can tell he's still a little hurt and I feel for him. I send him a knowing smile through the rear view and Aera and Nari take over the conversation.

    We're parking down the street in mere minutes and I feel my nerves start gearing up but I push them down this time, determined to have a good night. I follow my little group to the line and internally groan at the line ahead of us. "You guys really wait here forever for some drinks and hot people?" I ask. Jackson chuckles. "No, sweetheart, trust me. Give it a few minutes." I sigh and nod, Nari picking up conversation with me about school to pass the time while Jackson and Aera talk about their hunt for their men.

    And, as Jackson predicted, I hear an unfamiliar voice calling out for Jackson. I look over and see a handsome, slim guy with silver hair. He approaches and they give each other the up-down before sharing a short kiss. Jimin's eyes immediately land on me. "Oh, is this the sweet girl you were telling me about last time?" He looks at Jackson, he nods.

    "Figured she could come along this time. Cool with you?" My friend asks. Jimin nods and smiles at my friend, at our group, then directly at me. "Come with me," The silver haired siren beckons us and we all follow like loyal subjects. I can see why Jackson likes him. He definitely puts people in a trance, I could feel the pull. We walk up to the bouncer and without any question, we're let in. My eyes widen slightly but I'm distracted by the surprise, shock replacing it.

    The club is.. really fucking cool. Red and blue lights, some pinks ones here and there where I assume are the VIP areas, noticing the velvet ropes brightened by the pink. "Jimin's a VIP," Aera whispers to me, wiggling her eyebrows when I look up at her. "God damn, J knows how to pick 'em," I whisper back, earning a laugh. "Fuck yeah he does!" She grabs my hand and we go to grab drinks when Jimin stops us and tells us he can handle it. The girls and I raise our eyebrows at each other when his back is turned and we continue to follow him to one of the bigger VIP sections. Another security guard holds open the rope once he sees Jimin approaching and it makes me wonder what he does and just how often he's here.

    I'm startled from my thoughts by Aera's sharp gasp and a hard jab to my side. "Oh, what?!" I whisper harshly. She smirks at me. "He's here," She whispers back, nodding in the direction she's looking, gesturing for me to look without being too obvious and I do, and I can see what she meant by every description she gave us of him. His hair is slicked back and he's... in a suit? Weird, but okay. I take him in, feeling something flutter in my chest. When I look at his scar, I find him looking back at Aera— or.. me? I can't tell. It feels and looks like direct eye contact but there's no way I'm the one the really hot guy is smirking at. And I'm proven right when Aera struts up to him and his eyes leave mine to drink her in, blatantly checking her out and automatically slinking an arm around her waist. The little fire in me dies and I settle next to Nari, who's sitting next to one of the men but is searching for her girl while he's very clearly talking to her and very clearly interested in her. I chuckle to myself.

    "What was your name again, sweet girl?" Jimin calls out to me from across the lounge, grabbing everyone's attention. I feel my face turn red. "Aria!" I yell back, hoping he heard me over the music. He smiles and nods. "Nice to meet you, Aria!"

    And then a deep, unexpected voice speaks up. "Your name's really similar to Aera's." I look over and spot her playing with his hair while sitting on his lap, his arm around her waist but not paying her any mind. "Is that why you two are friends?" He asks, face neutral. I nod. "Yeah, actually. We sat next to each other on our first day of sophomore year, laughed at our names, and have been inseparable since," I chuckle, recalling the memory. He nods, keeping his gaze on me, practically neglecting my friend. I feel a burn of anger in my chest at him for treating her like that, but maybe that's just him, I conclude, since she does not seem to have a care in the world of what's going on around her.

    "Aria! What's your poison?" Jimin asks after pulling away from my friends' neck. "Just some Soju is fine," I shrug. He nods before getting up to ask a guy to get us drinks before sitting back down next to J, their attention solely on each other. The drinks arrive shortly and I call out a 'Thanks,' to Jimin that he waves off. As I sip on my drink, the other five men in the lounge catch my eye and I glance over each of them. They're all drinking and talking, definitely older than us, and they seem so.. serious. Like they're here for business. But I get no time to dwell on it when Nari and Aera pull me up and into the empty space between the lounge and the ropes for our favorite song. I'm not much of a dancer aside from my line of work but I let the alcohol I'd been sipping on win, letting myself be carefree. "If you girls want to take it to the dance floor, we'll let you back in when you're done," One of the men who's names I don't know tells us. I look to Jimin and he nods. "Go have fun!" He calls out.

    "You're the best, Jimin!" Aera smiles. "See you soon, Yoongi!"

    So that's his name, I think to myself. We get a couple waves goodbye while I get dragged onto the dance floor but we stay near the edge, no doubt that Aera wants to give Yoongi a show. I lose myself in my friends, in the music, in the alcohol, in the feeling of being finally single. I cheer with my friends when the next song happens to also be our favorite. In the middle of the song, Aera pulls me from behind to press against her front, our bodies moving to the music against each other.

    "You should show off some moves from work, you're getting a lot of stares, and those guys are hot!" Aera yells into my ear. Nari hears and nods, grinning mischievously at me. I giggle, Aera taking my hand and twirling me before wrapping her arms around my waist, making sure I'm facing the lounge while we keep dancing. "See for yourself, babygirl!"

    And there are definitely stares. A little too many of them. But the only one that catches my eye is Yoongi, and this time, I can tell it's me because when my face falls, I see the twitch of his lips curling into the most subtle smirk, the first real facial expression he's had since we came into the lounge. I almost freeze in place but Nari gets between us and grinds on me and I'm distracted again, laughing and joining in on her antics. I twirl Nari around and take her hand, pulling off a few moves from work that I showed her to try for her next shift at our club. She gets the hint and joins me and Aera cheers, making us laugh.

    We dance for a couple more songs before Aera decides she feels needy and we head back to the lounge but before we enter, Aera pulls me aside and signals for Nari to follow. "You know, Yoongi's been staring at you a lot tonight," She starts and my face falls. She laughs. "I'm not mad, babe. Honestly, I'm excited. Yeah, I've been looking for him, but you deserve a Yoongi experience. Why don't you go for it?" She smiles at me. Nari does as well. "Dude, Aria, if Aera is letting you take the best guy she's ever had, you need to fucking take that. Okay?"

    I chuckle nervously. "I don't know.. I really don't think he—"

    Aera cuts me off. "Yes, he would. You know what, I got you. Don't worry about it." She pats my head and Nari giggles excitedly. I sigh playfully and follow them back into the lounge but before I can take my previous seat, Aera takes my hand and we walk over to Yoongi. He raises an eyebrow at us.

    "Hey, Yoongi, I have to go to the bathroom, can you watch over this one? I promise she only bites when you ask," She smiles and I smack her arm playfully. "Aera!" I scold. Yoongi laughs.

    "Sure thing. Come here, sweetheart," He beckons and my heart skips. Aera giggles and waves us bye. I stay standing, looking out at Aera's back as she's leaving, not knowing what to do. Until he grabs my hand and pulls me down into his lap. I stumble a bit so I fix myself, straddling him. My eyes widen and I finally get an actual movement from his face as he smiles at me. "Hi, pretty girl. You having fun?"

    The pet name leaves me dumbfounded and I have the will myself not to let my jaw drop and I hope to whatever god is out there that he can't hear how hard my heart is beating. Unable to speak, I nod. It earns another low chuckle from him. "Good, good. Quite a show you put on over there. You dance?" I nod. "In the way I'm thinking or in a studio?"

    I swallow. "Both," I finally speak up.

    "Ahh, she speaks! There you are." He teases, leaning back, his hands moving from my own to my knees, resting them there. My heart rate spikes at the feeling, the warmth of his hands making me shiver. He notices and rubs circles with his thumbs onto my knees. "You nervous, sweetheart?" He asks. I chew nervously on my bottom lip, shaking my head 'no' despite the swell of anxious excitement coursing through me. "Good."

    We're interrupted by Aera's hands on my shoulders. "I need to take Nari home, she is gone," She laughs. "You good here?" And I look at her worried, both for Nari and myself. She smiles before turning to Yoongi. "You good to take her home, Yoongi?" He nods and smiles at her, then at me. I feel a chill run up my spine. Aera pats my shoulder, whispering in my ear, "You'll text me?" She stands back up when I nod and I get off of Yoongi, sitting next to him to watch them go, noting that Jimin and Jackson and a majority of the guys were gone, save for two others who seemed to be preoccupied with a serious topic. I feel Yoongi grab my legs and pull them onto his lap which makes me look at him again.

    "What else do you do?" He asks softly, the noise more muffled being at the very back. I shrug. "I go to school for writing, dance to pay off school. This is uh.. my first time out in a very long time." I look at his hands as I'm speaking, how they're resting on my shins, thumbs rubbing circles into my calves. He must really like doing that. Maybe it's his way of fidgeting. "Glad I let Jimin convince me to come tonight, then." He runs a hand through his hair, looking out at the club before looking back at me. "Wanna see something cool, pretty girl?"

    I feel my face grow red again and I nod, moving my legs off of him. He pats my knee before standing up holding his hand out for me and I take it, his hand keeping his grip on mine as he leads me through the back of the club. We stop at an elevator hidden behind an 'EMPLOYEE ONLY' door, and I wonder to myself how he knows about and has access to this. Once in the elevator, he presses the button to the top floor and leans against the wall, using our intertwined hands to pull me close and lays his free hand on my waist. "How come you haven't been out in so long?" He asks gently, his voice smooth. Hearing it without any extra noise does something to me.

    "I had a boyfriend." I state plainly.

    "But not anymore?"

    I shake my head, 'no'.

    "Why not?" He raises an eyebrow.

    "He.. cheated." I look away from him, unsure of why I told him and feeling a little embarrassed.

    "What a fucking loser," He scoffs. "You're a fucking knockout. He just couldn't control himself, love. I can tell just by fucking looking at you that it had nothing to do with you."

    My face grows red once more at his words and I look at him again. "I— thank you."

    He waves me off. "No need to thank me, sweetheart. It's just the truth."

    The doors open and he leads me down the empty, dim hallway to a door at the end and he opens it to reveal the roof. "Holy shit," I blurt out, the sudden gush of air waking me up a little. "How the hell do you have access to this?" I laugh, now leading the way to the edge, letting go of his hand. I lean over the concrete railing, looking down at the city below. "This is insane!!" I yell.

    I don't feel or hear him so I turn around only to find him incredibly close, approaching me. He spins me back around to face the city before wrapping his arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder. "I have my ways," He mumbles. We stay silent for a while, enjoying the night. When the wind picks up I shiver and he straightens up.

    "I know a place where you can stay nice and warm, if you'd like," He whispers into my ear, hands rubbing my arms. He starts leaving slow, gentle kisses under my ear and I shiver again, unsure if it's because of him, the cold, or both. I feel my anxiety getting the best of me and I lean away from his touch.

    "I— I'm sorry.. I think I should go home, actually.." I sigh, looking at him to try to gauge his reaction. His face is unmoving. He nods. "That's okay, sweetheart. Want me to call you a cab?"

    My eyes widen a little. "Oh, that's incredibly sweet, but I'll be fine—"

    He shakes his head, waving me off again. "Nonsense, least I can do. Come on," He grabs my hand again, grip a little rough this time and leads me back down, not really looking at or touching me this time. My heart sinks. Was saying no a bad idea? His hand stays in mind as he leads me to the front door. "Vehicles a black Toyota highlander, drivers name is Wonsik. You'll be okay?" I nod and kiss his cheek. "Thank you, Yoongi. See you around?"

    He just smirks, holding the door open for me to leave. I wave bye and spot the car he mentioned immediately. I walk up to the passenger door and knock gently. The driver rolls it down. "Aria?" He asks. I nod. "Wonsik?" He nods. I smile and get in the back, telling him my address which is about twenty minutes from here.

    But when the turn for my street comes up, we keep going forward and I instantly feel sick. And then I hear the locks. And then I feel the gun pressed to the side of my head.

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC F/AotW - Nov 26 - Dec 2, 2023

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨= Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA | 🌟= Holidays 2023

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

CRIMES OF PASSION

Calypso Rose NB!MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @treesinboxes

New Traditions ✒️🏳️‍🌈🌟| Trystan Thorne x F!MC, others - @jerzwriter

Of Intangible Worth ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads

Trystan x F!MC Holiday Art 🎨🌟by @bayleedraws-sometimesx

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Gabe Adalhard Fanart 🎨by @hydn-jpg

Prom ✒️| Cas Harlow x MC x Gabe Adalhard - @omgjasminesimone

Snow in Crimson, Starlight in Gold ✒️Ⓜ️🏳️‍🌈| m! cas harlow x m!gabe adalhard x nb!mc - @aria-ashryver Chapter 37: In With the New

IT LIVES IN THE WOODS

Another Sun Will Rise ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Dan Pierce x F!MC, OC - @aallotarenunelma

NIGHTBOUND

Bound by Fate (Series) ✒️| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian Chapter 3: A Blast From The Past

OPEN HEART

PERFECT MATCH

Holiday Shopping ✒️🌟| Hayden Young x F!MC - @rosepetals1

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

A Balad to No One ✒️| Hana Lee - @lorirwritesfanfic

Cordonian Karaoke: Christmas Edition ✒️🌟| Liam Rys, Drake Walker, etc. - @angelasscribbles

The Fairytale Ball ✒️| Liam Rys x MC - @lorirwritesfanfic

Forevermore (Series) ✒️| Liam Rys x MC - @khoicesbyk Chapter 2: The Family Rys, Part 1 Chapter 2: The Family Rys, Part 2

The Lantern Festival 🎨| Liam Rys x MC by @/artbyainna (IG) (C: @tessa-liam)

Smoke & Mirrors (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| Liam Rys x MC - @tessa-liam Chapter 11: The Lantern Festival

Vancross (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| Liam Rys x OC - @ao719 Chapter 20: One Step Forward, Two Steps to Hell

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OC Obsessed! Whether they are mine or yours. But here is a lil' something on all of them! All characters based from Hogwarts Legacy are 18+. Taking a page from other creators to have a place where I can toss out HC's and lore I want to use in my writing.

Arianna Blackbriar: A pureblood Slytherin princess from the British Royal family and a witch. Bubbly, friendly, outgoing yet reserved in upper-class social settings. Bi-curious but prefes men, wants to be liked by everyone. Being forced by her family to be in an arranged marriage, but she is in love with her bodyguard. She wants to run away and do more with her life than family lineage. She loves fossils and sneaking out at night. Nicknames: Aria, Ari, Princess, Divine

Ashton Blackbriar: Separate AU from Aria and not related. A pureblood Slytherin prince from the Royal family and a wizard. Charismatic reserved, stoic, secretly wants everyone to like him. Bi, but prefers men in private, but with women in public due to his status and being forced into an arranged marriage. He wrestles being one way in public and another in private with the man he is in love with. He loves crystals and smoking weed. Nicknames: Ash, Handsome, Silverspoon(not in an endearing way)

Albion Hale: An orphan whose family was killed by werewolves around age 6. Covered in scars, he survived and found his way to Hogsmead, where the owner of Honeydukes adopted him. In a cruel twist of fate, he was turned into a werewolf, but his transformations were successfully and unknowingly suppressed by the mysterious professor. Carefree, easy-going, loves giving hugs, and almost always without a shirt. This Hufflepuff started Hogwarts in his 5th year and is a bit behind when it comes to his magical ability's, focusing on taking over his father's store and becoming a professional chef. He has found the love of his life and can't wait to spend the rest of his life with her. He took odd jobs as a bodyguard and is covered in tattoos. Nicknames: Al, poppa bear

Mason Bishop: 1 of 6 brothers and sisters, the youngest, this Gryffindor jock is nothing but a good time. Happy, cheeky, prank pulling, awesome Quidditch player, and overall sweet dork. Has mommy issues being the baby of the family. He will try and make anyone laugh, loves making new friends, and is over all a sweet guy and not your typical jock. New to love in all shapes and forms, his first real girlfriend is about to make him a man, already puppy sick in love with her; Mason will do anything to make her happy. He will try anything once and is a pretty good cook.

Tessa Davenport: A transfer from Australia, an Animagus, taking the form of a rare pink manta-ray. Sorted into Hufflepuff, she is a loud and feisty short woman. Super athletic, loves surfing, swimming, fire baton throwing/dancing. Her accent quickly caught the attention of her fellow classmates. With two older brothers, she grew up a tom-boy who doesn't mind getting her hands dirty but always cleans up nicely for events. Still getting used to her new surroundings, she has developed strong feelings for another transfer student, and he seems to return those affections.

The Professor-Darien Steele: This Gryffindor alumni has mysteriously returned the night Albion Hale was "bitten" by a werewolf. Experimenting on Al to suppress his transformations. Darien is master at potions, transfiguration, and deception. His only reason to return to Hogwarts is to research the rare power known as ancient magic, experiment on students with magic and alchemy. He has learned many secrets and keeps them in his back pocket for a rainy day of blackmail. He seems to be everywhere and gives off a charming eerie vibe. Every time you see him, he always physically looks a bit different or has become an entirely new person. Wonder why that is?

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Azriel/OC Fanfic

ACOTAR/HarryPotter AU Azriel/ OC Character from HP World

Darkness reigns. Aria, the most powerful witch of her generation, finds herself pulled through a dimensional rift and deposited at the feet of Azriel, jaded spymaster of the Night Court.

Azriel, numbed by a world ravaged by war, feels a flicker of something stir within him as he recognizes the spark of power in this mysterious visitor. Thrust together by fate, Aria and Azriel must navigate a perilous new reality, unravel the secrets of her arrival, and face the unknown together

Status: Ongoing

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Ref Sheets Masterpost (or something like that idk)

This post compiles all of the ref sheets i've done, categorized between Rhymix, Epidemic Stellaria, and Reality Haxxors, plus a misc section for ref sheets that don't fit in either category, for the sake of easier accessibility, in case anyone needs them.

The ref sheets have their own tag too, yes, but I'd rather link them all in this post to make things easier. This post might be incomplete because I didn't include the old ref sheets of characters I'm going to redesign. So yeah. More ref sheets will be added over time~

All will be under the cut! :)

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1. Rhymix:

- Glory Road, Lumine, and Ray redesigns + Lorn

- Stasis

- Aremia

- Lucas

- Lady

- Tempestissimo's second design

- Compiled ref sheets 1-10

- Compiled ref sheets 11-20

- Compiled ref sheets 21-30

- Compiled ref sheets 31-40

- Compiled ref sheets 41-50

- Compiled ref sheets 51-60

- Compiled ref sheets 61-67

- Destonio redesigns

- Upshift

- DRG

- Alxaid

- Ionostream

- Aleph redesign

- Mantis redesign

- Astra Walkthrough

- World Fragments III

- Chronicle

- Ars Cantate redesign

- Pandora Paradox

- Aegleseeker's second design

- Trojan redesign

- Hikaru redesign

- ultradiaxon-N3 redesign

- Felys revision

- Hivemind and Hivemind Interlinked

- Chronomia

- Perfect

- Fate "redesigns" (not really redesigns but you get it right)

- Destr0yer

- Credits

- Colorless

- Lea

- Pamolia second design redesign

- Crave Wave

- Tsunagite redesign

- Terabyte redesign

- Mope Mope

- Mayoeru ref sheet revision (I only changed the name written on the drawing)

- Trap Crow

- Aria (Aremia redesign + rename)

- Pandora Paradox redesign

- Particle Arts

- Inverted World

- Suito

- Ling Hao Cheliang (or just Ling)

- Ether Strike (redesign) and Ether Second

- Primeval Texture (In the past...)

- Nhelv

- Random

- D3D3D3 redesign

- Colorless (redesign? second design? i also dfk)

- Cybernetic Vampire (redesign)

- Testify (redesign)

- World Vanquisher

- Amazing Mighty (redesign? second design? i don't care right now, i'm gonna commit arson /nsrs)

- Miaya (second design)

- Upshift (redesign)

- Momento (redesign)

- Eternity (redesign)

- Aleph-0 (second design)

- Destonio (second design revision + third design) (first design where? into oblivion for now)

- Convergence

- Defection

- Primeval Texture (fourth design redesign)

- Infinite Strife

- Frey

- Horizon Blue and Bloody Marquis

- The 90's Decision

- Pure

- solips (my keyboard STILL won't let me put in the right o. smh)

- Vulcanus

- Particle Arts (redesign)

- Colorless (redesign? third design? i'm gonna dunk paint on myself)

2. Epidemic Stellaria:

- Saint or Sinner

- Satomi Miura

3. Reality Haxxors:

- Compiled Arthesia Vignetta and Tyler Morrison ref sheets

- Arthesia Vignetta (redesign? second design? i'm gonna snap you out of reality)

- Alex Vignetta

- Arisa

- Arthesia Vignetta (third design)

- The Minase twins

3. Miscellaneous:

- Arthesia Vignetta (Persona ver.)

- A bunch of LobCorp people

- Aster (LobCorp)

- Raspberry (old oc redesign)

- A.rcaea and R.otaeno gijinka designs or whatever idk i fucking hate myself for this

- Arthesia (LobCorp ver.)

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Muses: Female/Futa/Loli

(These muses ARE females, remember muns must be 18+ to interact. All characters in RPs must be fictional.)

Adventure Time: Marceline, Princess Bubblegum

American Dragon Jake Long: Rose, Susan Long, Haley Long

Arcane: Powder/Jinx, Vi

Avatar the Last Airbender: Katara, Azula, Ty Lee

Ben 10: Gwen Tennyson

Bofuri: Maple, Sally

Danny Phantom: Dani Phantom, Sam Manson, Jaz Fenton

DC: Starfire, Wonder Woman, Zatanna, Harley Quinn

Dragon Prince: Rayla, Claudia, Ellis, Ava, Aanya

Fate/Stay: Artoria Pendragon

Final Fantasy: Tifa Lockheart, Aerith

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss: Loona, Millie, Beelzebub, Mrs. Mayberry, Octavia, Charlie Morningstar, Emily, Stella

Mario: Princess Peach, Bowsette

Marvel: Gwen Stacy, Susan Storm (Invisible Woman)

Mass Effect: Tali Zora Vas'Normandy, Miranda Lawson, Liara T'soni, EDI, Aria T'loak

MHA: Froppy, Ururaka, Momo, Toru, Miruko

Naruto/Boruto: Hinata, Tsunade, Sakura

OC: Tink, Dew, Loti, Samael Silverquill

Pokemon: Misty, May, Dawn, Juliana, Nurse Joy, Officer Jenny

Ratchet and Clank: Rivet, Kit

RWBY: Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang, Nora, Salem, Glinda Goodwitch, Pyrha

SAO: Suguha "Leafa", Yui, Asuna

Spyro: Elora

Star Wars: Ahsoka Tano

Transformers Prime: Arcee, Airachnid, June Darby

Undertale/Deltarune: Toriel Dreemur

Overwatch: Tracer, Widowmaker

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✨🦇Vampire Aria🦇✨

Some art I drew last year for Halloween!

The artwork is inspired by Fire Emblem Heroes unit artwork and her outfit is inspired by a certain Nohrian prince. I like to imagine she’d be a flying staff unit in FEH.

The special effects took me forever😅