#oc: alaria

[agena87]

[sugutoad]

MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE

Chapter 1 — The New Season

so @coffeebooksrain18 and I were talking about a Bridgerton Au once with our ocs, and this idea came to be! This is a little surprise for my Riley, who is so amazing and I could have not done any thing without her (please please go check out her fanfic, ‘The Red Queen’ if you want good Daemon food on her other account, @ashblooddragons) Also Aelys is her oc!

Sypnosis: 𝐀𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 is set to begin her debut into the society. Born between the loving reunion of Daemon Targaryen and Rhaella Targaryen, she is offered the world on a silver platter. But she does not want it. 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 is the second son of Dukes Viserys Targaryen. He has no land to inherit and no riches. But, he has one thing that is his - Aelys Targaryen. When Aelys is told that Rhaenyra is heir to the Targaryen fortune, she knows she must find a way to stop it. Sure, she doesn't believe that Aegon should be named Duke, but he is better than her aunt. That is until she looks at Aemond and a new plan emerges. 𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢 is a legitimized bastard, but still a child born of an unholy reunion between the Pope and the Lady Alaria Dayne . Ever since childhood, she has known herself as lesser than everyone else. When expected to join society, she expects herself to be a spinster for there were not many who would want someone like her in the comforts of their home. 𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 does not believe the inheritance of House Targaryen belongs to him. When his father newly changed the inheritance to fall in his hand upon his death bed, rather than his older sister, his world flips. This is what his Mother always wanted, not him. Aegon only knows of one thing that he wants, but she seems to be a distant dream who Aegon can only graze with the tips of his fingers. Aegon Targaryen only wants one thing for himself, Myrielle Vallici.

  The sun peeked through the rustle of leaves, but Aelys felt not the sun on her pale skin (she partially blamed it on the parasol her mother insisted on taking with her to avoid upsetting the ever-judging Lady Alaria Vallici.), but a gentle breeze that whispered through the air, softly caressing her cheeks like a lover’s touch. Aelys tightened her grip around the slender arm of Myrielle Vallici, though her red-headed friend hardly seemed to notice the pressure. A joyful giggle bubbled from behind her, drawing Aelys’ gaze back to her mother

  Mother’s arms were hooked with that of Alaria Vallici, Myrielle’s Mother, her face adorned with a smile so bright it could rival the sun itself as Father would say. She leaned in closer to Lady Alaria, the pale blonde ringlets of her hair brushing lightly against the noblewoman’s cheek as she chuckled about something. Lady Alaria stood as rigid and upright, her head tilted upwards as any noble woman should (A giggle blossomed in her heart, but Aelys bit her lips to prevent any sort of problems. Alaria Vallici wasn’t even a proper noble; she was merely a mistress, yet she carried herself as if she were superior to them all. Aelys kept the laughter in, she did not want to upset her friend for laughing at her mother). Oh, how different their mothers were!

  Lady Alaria mustered a small smile, although Aelys assumed it was a smile to seem polite rather than true amusement at whatever her Mother so eagerly told her. It truly ticked Aelys off, her nose unknowingly scrunching and her eyebrows furrowed above pale lilac eyes.

  “You must not do that, Aelys,” Myrielle frowned at her. “The season is starting shortly, and I cannot have you appear in front of everybody with a wrinkled face.”

  Aelys rolled her eyes at her fussing, her eyes wandering off. She simply couldn’t muster the same concern that Myrielle did. It would be Aelys who would be the newest gem of this season, not Myrielle. Her friend had already began her season last year when Edwina Sharma had been declared Diamond of the Season. Aelys simply assumed Myrielle feared of being a spinster as her heart was not so different from other noble women. 

  But Aelys was a Targaryen. And although she was a daughter of a second son, the world and all its riches were offered to her on a silver platter since she had been born, simply waiting for her to claim them as hers. Aelys truly believed that it should have been her father, Daemon Targaryen, who should rightfully bear the title of Duke Targaryen — not ViserysTargaryen and certainly not his drunkard son and heir, Aegon Targaryen.

 “Aelys, dear!” Her sudden thoughts of her lesser family and their possible demise (though she had to admit, some of them, particularly Aemond Targaryen, held a special place in her heart) were interrupted by her Mother’s voice. Aelys swiveled around to face her, spotting her Mother setting down a sheet for the four of them to rest upon.

 “We are coming, my Lady.” Myrielle piped up, pulling Aelys with her. Aelys silently swore to herself as the blades of grass kissed the hem of her dress. She had worn a pale blue dress and for all she knew, it would now resemble the blue Himalayan poppies decorating her room. 

 Ruffling her dress in annoyance, Aelys sat beside Myrielle. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Myrielle nervously fidgeting with her fingers, stealing glances at the pastries laid out before them while glancing uneasily at her mother.  Aelys let out a frustrated sigh, before bending over and grabbing the strawberry tart placed in front of  Lady Alaria.

 With the tart now in hand, Aelys’ eyes betrayed her as they flicked upward. Lady Alaria was clearly striving to suppress a glare. Violet eyes glanced down once at her before a sigh escaped her and she looked away. Aelys smiled at herself, plopping back and trying to not gorge down pastry in mere seconds. Aelys, after all, did have some manners, she was a high born lady and a pretty one at that. After all, she was a highborn lady, and it would be a waste to mar her pretty face with sticky strawberry sauce

Once noticing Aelys’ action, Myrielle grabbed the blueberries laid in front of her. Myrielle did not even like blueberries! Snapping the sticky goodness in her own hand, she handed one half to Myrielle. “Thank you, Aelys,” Myrielle replied with her usual politeness, but she shook her head, refusing the tart. “I am.. I am not hungry.”

 Aelys’ smile faltered. Who would ever refuse a strawberry tart? “Myrielle needs to be in shape for this season. We can not have her left without a suitor again.” said Lady Alaria and Aelys got her answer. Mother bit her own lip, not entirely knowing what to say. Aelys snapped her head toward her, her eyes wide as she let out a breathy chuckle. “Perhaps the girls would be better off on a stroll?” Mother intervened, placing a gloved hand on Lady Alaria’s shoulder

“Without a chaperone?” Lady Alaria countered. 

 “Do not fret, Mother. We shall stay near.” Myrielle spoke up, her throat bulging as she swallowed hard. Never had Aelys wanted to hit an older women, but this truly was tempting her. Lady Alaria let out huff, her head motioning for the girls to leave. What sort of Mother would ever think such things of her daughter? Aelys silently prayed—Myrielle’s habits were beginning to wear off on her—and thanked God for her own gentle mother, who would sit with Aelys while she cried over a tear in her dress and later buy her a prettier one. Myrielle, of all people, deserved a mother with a soul as gentle as her own.

 The two silently walked and Aelys had a sudden urge to straighten her back as Myrielle had. Although the two girls had attended the same etiquette classes — that is where they had met afterall — Aelys did pay much attention nor care for the lessons. She already knew this all, why should she learn it again? Perhaps this is why her and Myrielle had not quite been friends back then as Myrielle preferred the company of Daphne Bridgerton over her own. 

“It would not be so bad,” Myrielle shattered the silence and Aelys could only look at her in confusion. Upon noticing her face, Myrielle let out a laugh. “I mean, it would not be so bad if I were to be a spinster. My brother would support me. And…” 

 Myrielle turned to her, grasping onto Aelys hands and pulling them near her. “And perhaps, we both can be spinsters!” She began giggling and Aelys could not, but joined in. The two girls giggled and giggled over such a ridiculous idea. But deep down, Aelys wondered if perhaps it wasn’t so absurd after all. A life free from the expectations of a rich lord—who could very well be older than her own father—might be the ideal life. 

Myrielle’s laughter died down, replaced by a wistful smile. “Though my lady mother might poison me if I don’t marry this year. She is still quite upset that I did not marry Anthony Bridgerton.”

 Aelys rolled her eyes at the mention of his name. “He is a douche with the most horrible sideburns. You deserve someone better.” Myrielle smiled at her..

“And you deserve someone as great as you.”

Aelys did not want someone as great as her. She did not want anyone.

She shook her head. “Not a single man in this ton fits my fancy. They are all unsuitable.”

Myrielle raised an eyebrow, her red lipstick smudging slightly at the corners of her lips. “No one? Not even Aemond Targaryen?”

Aelys huffed out a laugh, her hands quickly covering her face. She wanted to rip her eyeballs off, but her nails were done so well today she could not bear to ruin them in crimson. “He is my uncle! My Mother’s own brother!” Aelys hissed. Aemond was handsome. He was brave and intelligent. But he was her uncle from Grandfather Viserys’ second wife, the Lady Alicent Hightower. And Aelys? She was the daughter of Viserys’ second daughter with his first wife and cousin, Lady Aemma Arynn. 

It wasn’t that Aelys cared what others thought; she would damn them all if she could. But she could never disgrace her mother or father like that. So much scandal had already followed when her mother married her own uncle, and Aelys would not allow her gentle mother’s soul to endure such disgrace again.

 It seemed Myrielle quickly took note of her thoughts. She always did. “Of course, Aelys,” she smiled. “He is your uncle, and nothing more.”

 Aelys jabbed a finger in Myrielle’s arm. “You should not be speaking such! Not when Aegon Targaryen exists.” Aelys smiled in triumph as Myrielle cheeks turned into a hue almost identical to the red ruby hanging near her chest by a golden thread — given by Aegon. “There is absolutely nothing concerning him! Of that I can assure, my dear.” 

 Myrielle looked away, doing a poor job of hiding her embarrassment. “Of course, Myrielle,” Aelys mocked. “He is your… What exactly is he even?” Myrielle glanced back at her, her lips quivered upwards. She leaned in close, her lips only a fingertip away from Aelys’ ear.  

“Perhaps, we can marry both brothers and be sisters!”

  Aelys stepped back, a grin plastered on her face. The absurdity of that remark almost made her laugh. 

 “Aelys! Myrielle!” Her mother’s voice echoed from across the bridge, a faint sound that snapped Aelys back to reality. She hadn’t realized how far they had strayed from their mothers. Glancing at Myrielle, Aelys noticed the light in her friend’s eyes dim, a sigh escaping her lips. A part of Aelys felt guilty for some strange reason, not that she even was!

 Aelys locked her fingers with Myrielle. “That would be nice.” Myrielle smiled back at her and the two girls began to head back.

 It truly would be nice. 

[ashblooddragons]

My Love Mine all Mine

this is a fic me and my bestie @sugutoad are co-writing. at the beginning of each chapter, I will put either mine or her usernames so you know who wrote what chapter. this fic is purely self-indulgent for us. also in this Aelys face claim is Elle Fanning as this is who will be her face card in @sugutoad fic. me and her are sharing ocs cause why the hell not and we want to. Hope you like this Bridgerton au for our girls and their boys!!

Synopsis: A Bridgerton and House of the Dragon Crossover. 𝐀𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 is set to begin her debut into the society. Born between the loving reunion of Daemon Targaryen and Rhaella Targaryen, she is offered the world on a silver platter. But she doesn't want it. 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 is the second son of Dukes Viserys Targaryen. He has no land to inherit and no riches. But, he has one thing that is his - Aelys Targaryen. When Aelys is told that Rhaenyra is heir to the Targaryen fortune, she knows she must find a way to stop it. Sure, she doesn't believe that Aegon should be named Duke, but he is better than her aunt. That is until she looks at Aemond and a new plan emerges.  𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢 is a legitimised bastard, but still a child born of an unholy reunion between the Pope and the Lady Alaria Dayne . Ever since childhood, she has known herself as lesser than everyone else. When expected to join society, she expects herself to be a spinster for there were not many who would want someone like her in the comforts of their home. 𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 does not believe the inheritance of House Targaryen belongs to him. When his father newly changed the inheritance to fall in his hand upon his death bed, rather than his older sister, his world flips. This is what his Mother always wanted, not him. Aegon only knows of one thing that he wants, but she seems to be a distant dream who Aegon can only graze with the tips of his fingers. Aegon Targaryen only wants one thing for himself, Myrielle Vallici.

PROLOGUE

The New Season

Moonboards

[raymurata]

🍇 🍎 🍰 for Kelp my beloved <3

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic?

Kelp's the guy who's no fun at parties. He will join for a bit, talk about geopolitics, then sit in the corner nursing his drink and then he'll probably be gone without saying goodbye. If you're not paying attention it's easy to miss the fact he was the one to book the bar (or maybe he got someone else to make the call, but still) and tell everyone to come. He's also the friend who connects people. "Oh, you like that thing? Come over here, let me introduce you to this other person who also likes that." He's serious and can get the group back on track if they have a shared goal, and he's more than willing to request ideas and coordinate planning, make decisions and get the group going. He tends to observe everyone's strengths, drives and fears, and he tries to get to know everyone well. He's very willing to ask for help from the group, and equally ready to offer his hand. He's more likely to spend hours talking to his friends one-on-one than in gatherings. Anyone messes with him and there's probably people in the group who'd see red (on his behalf) much faster than him.

🍎: Do they share any features or traits with any family members?

Yeah! Jax found a really cool token for his dad, I loved it! And from that, you can see Rhod has his dad's red kelp hair. Alaria also had the same hair. Probably same eyecolor too. And I think both him and Alaria were raised dutiful as fuck, so yeah, they shared that. But Kelp probably takes after his mother's heigtht cuz his dad looked tall!! xD

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

On the individual level, nothing he could ever set in stone without context. But in a broader sense, the conscious and deliberate maintenance of parasitic structures of power and oppression by self-aggrandizing, wealth-accumulating states. And a state's disregard for its people's wellbeing as a whole. Also, forgiving is not the same as exempting from punishment or corrective action. I mean, is anyone surprised? XD

and the ones requested on discord

🍷: What's one of your OC's pet peeves concerning food?

:thinkies: He probably has a silly pet peeve like, the way people prepare red seabream in Cyana (and Blade Hold) might piss him off bc obviously that's just wrong (and the rest of Pyrifera are the ones who know how to prepare it right). Like, "they add syrup to their acai" type of pet peeve. XD

🍟: What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure?

He might say his guilty pleasure is sugarweed, or that he doesn't have a guilty pleasure. What is his actual guilty pleasure? Wouldn't you like to know weatherboy!

[pandorias-box]

sunflower

//So, you know how all the URS members are named after genuses or species of algae/seagrass? There is actually a lot of them. Like several thousands of them. Luckily for me, I found a website that’s essentially BehindTheName for people trying to make blue bitch OCs of their own (and y’know actual marine biologists): AlgaeBase. Some of the genuses that sounded like actual names I found included Cilaria, Phila, Sidonia, Alaria, Xanthe, Valonia, Lilaea, Altana, among so many more. It was ultimately down to Altana, Seira, or Pandoria, but in the end I stuck with Pandoria because it kinda felt right for a name. Just don’t ask me how long it took me to narrow it down. 🫠

[penell-ope]

One of my OCs, Alaria 🍃

[malfgang]

Here are my three favourite sims, atm.

The top one, is Alfie Dubois, my main OC's (Agena Black) elder son. Under, are townies Malcolm Landgraab and Wolfgang Munch. I don't think I need to present Mal nor Wolfie, but here are a few titbits about Alfie:

-his dad's died before his birth; the only father he knew was his mom's second husband, Terry; -he has four half-siblings: twins Castula & Reggie, whose father is Terry, and Paul-Louis and Alaria, whose father is Simon, Agena's latest boyfriend; -if asked what his gender is, he would say that he doesn't know, but that he is neither a boy nor a girl; -he's gay (he discovered it when he was 12/13); he currently is dating Kiyoshi Ito (even if their relationship is rather rocky atm, mainly due to Kiyoshi's jealousy); -like his mother, he's a fervent gardener and studies biology, hoping to become a botanist some day; -other than Mal, Wolfie, and Kiyoshi, his other friends are Cassandra Goth, Morgan Fyres, his half-aunt Tabitha (Agena's half-sister), and her girlfriend Marie (his other aunt, the younger sister of his late father, Cédric).

I'll show more about those boys (who, really, are men, now) in the future; as I said, I love them a lot.

[lonelyspacegirl]

Ask (om) madeline & (oc) katness some stuff! (Or other Alaria household characters-)

[phoenixradiant]

OC Interview: Koter and Thaccia

My thanks to @agirlandherquill for the tag! I'm really starting to run out of characters I've introduced to you all, so time to go at it with some side characters! Warning, they're a married couple and aren't ashamed of it (nothing too bad, Koter is just really bad at keeping his mouth shut for a grumpy old man)

Were you named after anyone?

Koter: "Never bothered to ask."

Thaccia: "Well my name is hardly unique if that's what you're asking, but no. My parents merely liked the way it sounded."

When was the last time you cried?

Koter: "Before my zixed eyes got gouged out, that's for sure. Got one of 'em mostly healed, but still can't tear up right. Not that I've felt like it in a number of years."

Thaccia: "I've had three families destroyed by fire, now, and I don't suppose it's uncommon for me to shed a few tears over them. I try not to do it in public."

Thaccia: "Wait you can't cry? I thought you just had a heart of stone!"

Koter: "So I can only pick one?"

Do you have any kids?

Koter: "`Pends on what you mean by 'have'. They answer to me and I take care of 'em, Mancer help me, but they ain't exactly mine. My brother's little beauty of a zixed miscreant an' Hjodyr and Alaria's whelps."

Thaccia: "I used to run an orphanage in the Bear Kingdom several years ago, until it burned down. That's the closest I really got, I suppose. I suppose Koter and I look after Cellic's brothers from time to time."

Koter: "Wish 'time to time' were less. Don't hate the kids, just wish they didn't take so much looking after."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Koter: "`Pends on what you mean by 'a lot'. I use it when it suits me."

Thaccia: "No, I don't suppose I do. According to Koter, it's the difference between how I scold and how Maiph scolds. She'll drag out her words in the most condescending way, while I generally try to treat him with a bit more respect than that."

Koter: "Ah, she talks to me like I know better, which I would, 'cept I'm right. I don't mind it. Not that I don't prefer your way. But mostly just because it's yours."

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Koter: "Notice a lot of zixed things. Don't care about most of 'em. If they can put up with me for awhile, they're probably a good sort. Patient or disciplined. Or both."

Thaccia: "I suppose that's a testament to my character. I don't tend to test people in quite the same way. I prefer to look on the humble virtues enshrined in the callouses on their hands, the trials and perseverance of a few early wrinkles. That sort of thing."

What is your eye colour?

Koter: "'Eye' in the singular is right! 'Cept it's not right, it's my left one. Nothin' remarkable, just brown."

Thaccia: "Koter, you're the only brown-eyed person for days around."

Koter: "I'm also the grouchiest person for days around. Still nothin' remarkable. Your eyes are zixed green! Not a light green either."

Thaccia: "Have you ever met another Daurian? Almost half of us have that."

Koter: "So what you're sayin' is that despite being the only green-eyed person for days around, it's nothin' remarkable."

Thaccia: "... Doesn't Maiph have green eyes?"

Koter: "They're blue. Normally."

Thaccia: "What does 'norm-'"

Koter: "Weren't talking 'bout her, were we? Were talkin' about you."

Scary movies or happy endings?

Koter: "I'll take either if it's written well enough. The runty kid used to write plays that were pretty good, as far as Rai and myself were concerned. Always ended it with a senseless rescue and a happy zixed ending, sorry to say. Wish he'd had more guts."

Thaccia: "Now I think about it... Ria... I haven't seen a performance in probably decades. I don't remember what I like anymore.:

Koter: "Eh? Tell me you're lyin'!"

Thaccia: "When have I ever lied?"

Koter: "I was hoping right then. We got to fix this!"

Any special talents?

Koter: "Killin' things or people what should've been dead already. Can whittle an owl if you give me a knife and some time."

Thaccia: "And a block of wood."

Koter: "Mancer's Crown, I'll do it outta stone if need be."

Thaccia: "I'm something of an herbalist and glyph artist."

Koter: *winks*

Thaccia: "What's that supposed to mean?"

Koter: *shrugs*

Where were you born?

Koter: "`Round."

Thaccia: "That's about as much of an answer as I've been able to get out of him. Len-cursed man... I was born in Amkarean Dauria. Does... the hair not reveal that?"

Koter, with an absolutely straight face: "Honestly kinda wish the hair revealed more."

Thaccia: "I have a feeling that, if better phrased, that would've gotten you slapped."

Koter, no longer straight-faced: "The last time-"

Thaccia: "NOPE NEVER MIND NOT IN FRONT OF PEOPLE NEXT QUESTION!"

Do you have any pets?

Koter, smiling: "I don't think there's a right answer to this question."

Thaccia, muttering with a smile: "Len-cursed man doesn't know when to keep his wit in check. Probably wouldn't love him quite so much if he did."

What sort of sports do you play?

Koter: "Every time Alaria's whelp comes back a bit too chipper from the Guard, I like to take him down a notch. A bit worried he'll start beating me one day, but hasn't happened yet."

Thaccia: "I'm more partial to board games myself. Sports don't really agree with me. You have to run in every single one of them, and to be perfectly honest with you, I don't like running."

How tall are you?

Koter: "Tall as I need to be. Look taller when I'm hovering. Takes a lot of Aia to do, but in a fight sometimes intimidation is more important than capacity."

Thaccia: "He's just mad Cellic is taller than him now. He's actually quite tall himself. He's taller than me, barely, which is saying something."

What was your favourite subject in school?

Koter: "Didn't."

Thaccia: "Non-prime number of words, please."

Koter: "Didn't go to school."

Thaccia: "Well I liked herbalism. That's why I... you know... do that with my free time."

Koter: "Whatever happened to not being condescending?"

Thaccia: "I'm not condescending to you."

What is your dream job?

Koter: "Zixed work. Don't miss that."

Thaccia: "Dear, you work every day."

Koter: "But I don't have a zixed job! Escort the occasional caravan, spend the rest of my time working the land. Good life. My life. Don't dream of nothin' else."

Thaccia: "Fair enough. That's my answer too."

NP tagging @paeliae-occasionally, @autism-purgatory, and @cybercelestian!

[sisterlelianas]

so i've seen you post about alaria a few times now and i was wondering whether you felt like telling us a bit more about her?? 👀👀

wait anon this made me feel so giddy 😭 thank you so much for asking, my heart is so full rn <3<3<3<3<3<3

ok so her full name is Alaria Otovaan Varis and she’s a 501 (this number was a joke at first but not anymore lmao) year old Nilfgaardian sorceress. i’ve been building her for a few months now but she already existed in my head for a least 3 to 4 years and now she’s my most developed OC ❤️

she’s a patriot through and through BEFORE her redemption arc, meaning she would do anything for the empire. she was born in the Lower Alba, the heart of the empire, making her a “real” Nilfgaardian, unlike, say, Cahir, who is not considered a real Nilfgaardian. I tried to make her entire existence canon compliant even though I still haven’t finished the books but (and this is me summing things up) she comes from a family with a relevant social status and, like most sorceresses, was abused (by her mother, which not only destroyed her self worth but also made her extremely wary of mother figures throughout her entire adult life. she developed some sort of aversion to anything connected to motherhood even though she still cares about children; her redemption arc also revolves around her embracing her more caring side, since she is a woman who loves with her whole heart and wears her heart on her sleeve, against her better judgment) as a child. i guess you could say her “villain” (it’s more nuanced than that) origin story begins after she burns her own house to the ground, after a particularly unpleasant episode with her mother, and is taken to the Academy.

she “graduated” top of her class in the Imperial Magic Academy; specialised in the forbidden arts and pyrokinesis (fire magic) and became a professor at the same academy. she was a professor for a very long time (which awakened her more nurturing side; she loves her students and would d word for them) but moved away from it when she decided to pursue what she thinks is her true calling, i.e. her research regarding using the forbidden arts (such as necromancy) to fully heal people.

i have. like. a whole document full of information about her (what she values most in people/what she dislikes the most; her fears; her desires; what she likes/hates about herself etc) but i will not info-dump bc that would definitely be too much 😭 right now i’m focusing on her relationships, platonic and romantic, which, depending on who we’re talking about (she cares for both keira metz and philippa eilhart romantically), have either helped her grow or made her feel extremely frustrated and low-key heartbroken. I don’t want her existence to revolve around her love interests though so she’s very much still her own person with her own goals and secrets. some other sorceresses also gave her a taste of what it means to not be alone for the first time in her life as they became her friends. I think about her everyday 😌👍

if you have any, like, specific questions abt her i would be more than happy to talk about it. I just have SOOO much that it’s kind of hard to come up with a short reply which is why I’m trying really hard not to info-dump rn 😔

here are some words that i use to describe her

brutal; passionate; callous (before redemption arc. she just has no idea how to navigate her emotions overall, meaning she can't find the strength to take other people's feelings into account when she's battling her own demons); critical; demanding (when it comes to herself); disillusioned; guarded; hard (before); intimidating all of the time and charming most of the time; lustful (but not in a bad way, she just knows what she wants); fair; mistrusting; over-thinker; proud; sarcastic; uptight; vengeful to anyone who crosses her; loyal; mannerly; elegant; tender (after redemption arc); caring; protective; patriotic to a fault

[agena87]

I don't know what they were babbling about, but it was so sweet to see the three of them interacting like that (and look at Pablo being a little charmer, blowing kisses to his baby sisters - "baby sisters" as if they weren't only ten months younger than him).

[poisonedbyexistence]

[was-about-to-delete]

Today I drew Damian, a character from another story I’m currently writing called Roses of Alaria. I’m incredibly proud of this drawing and even though I still have a few things I want to work on before tackling another major piece (namely noses and mouths), I think this is the best representation of my progress so far!!

[asimplechaos]

Whether I’ve been caramelized or rotten to the core

Which one should I be?

‘Cus I dunno who I’m supposed to be anymore

And it’s sickening

[souptomatobasil]

Selkies!

Alaria and Dulse

Hiromi, Nori and Arame

[karaoke-bomber]

wow, about time i gave them a decent ref