#oc: eliadah

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

not exactly a “wish you would write this fic” but any tidbits for Yraegor and Eliadah? (hope I spelled their names right 🤞🏽)

I've written super minimally for The King’s Game, a side effect of it mostly being a pile of lore & OCs who have anything ranging from A Plot to Just Vibes. I did whip up a little something though, just for you 🩷. Can't let the one Eliadah & Yraegor enjoyer go unfed, lol.

Barely proofread & minimally edited. Quick cw for murder, blood, & implied SA

Her lips were soft, and they were pliant as he kissed her, but Eliadah did little to return his enthusiasm. Yraegor paused, his mouth only a hair's breadth away from hers, and when she made no moves to get him to continue he pulled back. Her blue and gold eyes, almost alarmingly piercing, carried the same intensity they always did. It was not bad, but the lack of change was unnerving.

“Is something wrong?”

“Why would something be wrong?”

“I would expect a little more…excitement before fucking someone.” He prompted, trying to get to the root of her apprehension. Without word or warning, she palmed him through his smallclothes, the only thing that still remained on him.

There was only the smallest glimmer of satisfaction on Eliadah’s face. “You are excited, that is all that matters.”

There were a myriad of things Yraegor would have liked to say. How this business with prophecy and dragons and returning glory was all from her, the insistence on having his child being a thing that had also come from her, all the wonderful and flattering things she told him, questions on if he was just bad at kissing, proposals of coming back to this later; they all died on his tongue as he bucked against her touch. His teeth sank into his lower lip, and he bit down hard enough to draw blood when the door to Eliadah’s chambers opened. Before Yraegor could yell at the woman who opened the door, Eliadah was getting off the bed and ordering the slave woman about as if she hadn’t just been in the middle of bedding him.

Shock and confusion saw him staying frozen in place, impotently watching as a second slave, a rarely encountered man within Eliadah’s home, stood meekly behind the woman who had dragged him in by his bound hands.

Yraegor didn't know what the women said in the strange, pitchy and sharp sounding language of Asshai, but it didn't matter. There were certain lines he could draw about this place's customs–or lack thereof in some cases if all the rumors of about the city were true.

“I did not sign on for an audience,” he practically vaulted off the bed as his voice finally found him, “or extra participants, or whatever this is!”

“You did, Yraegor.” Eliadah rebutted blandly, speaking in the common tongue once more. His eyes followed her as she practically glided across the floor, the trailing crimson silk of her robe concealing her footsteps and barely ruffling with her movements.

“You never mentioned this!”

“I did not need to,” Eliadah's tone remained impassive as she sorted through the items on the table in the far side of her chambers, “you said you wish to play your part, and now what must be done for it will happen.”

“Eliadah, what are you talking about?” Anger welled up to cover the confusion, blazing dragonfire overwhelming everything else with its heat until it was suddenly snuffed out. Yraegor watched Eliadah's reflection in the large, round mirror that sat atop the table as she lifted a knife, long and thin and curved to have an upturned point. His blood ran cold, uncharacteristically so, but he could not dwell on it. The bound slave who had been led in spoke finally, his words just as lost to Yraegor's understanding as the women's had been, but the panic and fear were unmistakable.

When Yraegor turned to look at him again for the first time since Eliadah went to her dressing table he was struggling against his bindings. He no longer stood passively accepting of whatever he'd been purchased for, he now strained and fought, body arching uncomfortably as he tried to free himself from the hook on the ceiling beams his bound wrists had been tied to. The man begged and pleaded, face pale and dark eyes desperate as Eliadah gave further instruction to the slave who had brought him into the room.

“What-what are you doing?” Yraegor could barely tear his eyes from the struggling man, his gaze flitting back and forth between him and Eliadah.

“What must be done.” Her words were accompanied by a scraping across the floor as the slave woman dragged a basin across the floor from its spot near the dressing table, ever closer to the center of the room where the poor man was strung up to the ceiling.

“Eliadah–”

“Only death can pay for life, and you are needed for the dragons. I saw you. So, this will provide what is needed.” She motioned towards the struggling man with her knife as she spoke, indicating that he was ‘this.’ A jarring contrast to the desperate sincerity of saying she saw Yraegor in her ritual fires, although it was more the sincerity that was jarring. Even with all her sweet words and talk of prophecy from before this moment, she had never sounded more genuine than with that one utterance that was cushioned between the detachment he'd come to expect from her.

There were questions, too many of them, and they all raced in his mind as fast as the dragons she promised to bring back for his House. They stuck him in place with the horror that had dawned on him too late, the horror that clawed at the man until the knife plunged into the soft flesh just beneath his jaw.

Blood poured from the growing wound as Eliadah sang the words of some spell, life spilling from his neck and into the basin that had been dragged in front of him. Yraegor staggered backwards as some dark, unholy energy cracked through the air. It felt like it was seeping into his bones. He needed to leave, he needed to go back home. He had been gone too long, and he would rather return to Amethyst Keep without Silencer and be shamed by his grandsire than endure this. He should have never listened to a word she said, he shouldn't have even listened to the tales that saw him abandon his quest in Volantis and go further east.

Eliadah shrugged off her robe, a heap of crimson at her feet to match what she now smeared over her arms and stomach. She seemed pleased with herself when she turned back around to face Yraegor once more.

“What have you done?” He felt stupid for asking. He'd just watched her kill a man, cast some spell with his blood; and for what? The fossilized eggs? She only had two here, she wanted the one at Amethyst Keep too. She said she had seen three.

“Ensured there will be king's blood to wake the dragons.”

“King's blood?”

“Your family were kings once.” She said, pushing him so he fell back onto her bed and staining him with that man's blood as well.

“Now, we must work quickly. This will not last forever.” Eliadah continued.

“I don't want–”

“Then just lie back.” She pressed hard on his shoulders as she interrupted him, her eyes boring into his with that same unnerving intensity they always carried.

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

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Bringing out another OC from the same series? setting? fic(s)? as Casandra Lannister/aka The Overly Large ASOIAF Yes And World Building Project

Tying up the "House Veltheos Loose Ends" by talking about the priestess I mentioned in this ask. (and yes this was a decision I came to because @sikudastoner thought hearing about the priestess from Yraegor's ask would be fun)

eliadah is a girlboss she is a war criminal she is a lunatic . she is clinically insane & the next virgin mary & she is never going to die

She is the daughter of a shadowbinder & general weird, morally dubious dude from Yi Ti, & a slave he "purchased the freedom of" from Qaarth. Was she actually free? Was she his companion or his weird experiment guinea pig? Does he actually care about people or is he too far removed from humanity at this point to have connections to people we can comprehend? Don't worry about it. All you need to worry about is that Eliadah's mom was drinking shade of the evening while pregnant, her dad is functionally immortal & taught Eliadah most of what she knows, & Eliadah is also functionally immortal. How old is she? Don't worry about it.

She's kind of innately magic & inexplicably psychic due to the whole "magic prophecy wine while pregnant" thing, but this is not a good thing for her. Growing up Eliadah could not control these visions--they were horrific, disjointed, they flashed in front of her quickly, they were often accompanied by sleep paralysis or even seizures.

Her dad isn't completely devoid of care, so he did his best to try to find a way for her to get this stuff under control, this brought them to Volantis, where they discovered that she could get this stuff mostly under control by using the same focuses as the red priests in the temple trying to have visions. This, quite naturally, won friends & influenced people. Because here comes this girl no one knows anything about who naturally has visions & the prayer fires of R'hllor help her focus them??? Obviously she's a chosen one. So she's not not a red priestess, but also all the priests in Volantis are slaves so it's this weird gray area where she's influential & she's at the temple doing R'hllor stuff, but she's also free & she rubs elbows with Volantine politicians & nobility.

After several years, Eliadah leaves. Partly so no one will notice she isn't aging & partly so she doesn't start running out of young virgin girls to kill that it's "socially acceptable" to ignore them "going missing." Very Elizbeth Bathory vibes.

Led by her visions that are now totally under control so long as she keeps up the kinda-sorta-red-priestess-thing, she makes her way to Asshai where she just parks it. No one really cares what fucked up shit she's doing or that she's pretty much immortal & that she's doing blood sheet masks. So she waits out "what she knows is coming," because she was kind of indoctrinated by the priests in Volantis & also she's old enough that she's starting to get a bit detached & develop that same type of Blue And Orange Morality her dad has.

Queue Yraegor Veltheos showing up &, at least superficially, ticking all the boxes for one of the most prominent recurring visions she has. So she essentially wines & dines him into thinking he's special & not like the other boys & totally part of this prophecy. What's the motives for this vision? Don't worry about it, just do what I say because isn't it dope to be part of something (see: she also has no fucking clue what's going on, she's just following the visions because they have to be there for a reason, right????)

She makes Yraegor knock her up during a fucked up blood sacrifice "life must pay for life" ritual while continuing to feed him "don't you want to be special" lines. Then returns with him back to his family home in Westeros, with a couple of dragon eggs she gathered over the Amount Of Years Don't Worry About It, & totally brings back dragons to his family because that's what that vision was for right????? Don't worry about what happened to the baby.

Eliadah remains a fixture in the Veltheos court through a big chunk of the plot until she's killed by Yraegor because oh my God does he deserve to do that. Bur yeah, she is definitely a "this character is fucking awful, I love them in a way" type OC

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

What Pokemon (full team or fewer) would your oc's have and why? :)

Oh man, that’s fun but also daunting just because there’s so many! I think I’ll only do this for a few so I don’t have to basically populate a whole pokemon game, LOL.

Heiley: Mudsdale, Tauros, Alolan Sandshrew, Bastiodon | She’s Horse Girl Supreme, incredibly stubborn, & I associate her with rock/ice/metal pretty heavily. She’s also not super feminine, so none of her pokemon would be what’s considered a “typical girl choice” I don’t think.

Luciya: Venonat, Wormadon (plant cloak), Cutiefly, Caterpie, Abomasnow | She’s just that weird kid who’s really into bugs, IDK what else to tell you my guy. Abomasnow is because I associate her with the winter season (in spite of being the Weird Bug Kid)

Eliadah: Talonflame, Delphox, Chandelure, Jynx, Mismagius, Hydreigon | this is just the team an immortal fire mage with questionable morals deserves, tbh

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

I was tagged by: (the super sweet) @tracinyad

I tag: whoever, idk man

BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE: Vaerynea Veltheos (ASoIaF)

BODY: Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide Hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT: Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm.171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN: Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Wrinkled. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES: Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Red Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR: Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly.Straight.Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzzcut. Bald. Weave. Hair Extensions. Jaw length. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Gray. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown.Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed.Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo.One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand Tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS: Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark Lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colourful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up. No make-up.

SCENT: Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturiser. Shampoo. Cigarettes.Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHES: Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose Skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sundress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball Shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster Panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colours. Pastels. Light colours. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Faux Fur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armour. Medium armour. Light Armor.

SHOES: Sneakers. Slip-on. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots.Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

Your OCs look really cool. Do you have a particular favorite among them though?

Ahh, thank you! That means a lot! TBH, I have a lot of favorites & my overall fave changes depending on who I just randomly get a lot of feelings over.

I’d say my overall faves are probably Malaenyra Veltheos, Aeremera Blackfyre, & Brydan Shield (at least of the ones I’ve posted aesthetic boards of). The ones I haven’t posted boards for that are faves are Alssa Bolton, Eliadah of Asshai, Hadnaqhe Quuz, & Bryce Ironbark.

I think those 7 are my overall faves pretty consistently.