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A prince slowly paces back and forth, inside the castle. Outside, the coronation area was being set up.
He wore a black suit, with a purple dress shirt underneath. Black dress pants and shoes finished off his look, complimenting his dark blue fur. He wasn't exactly a Russian Blue cat like his predecessor, but it didn't matter. He just had to be careful about how he walked in the light, he didn't want any yellow or orange appearing.
He adjustes his outfit before turning his head, seeing his 'father's' former attendant approaching. She had been more than happy to come back now that the 'son' was here.
"Your Highness, everything is nearly complete," she says, her tail flicking gently. "We haven't gotten word back from the other royals, though."
He puts on a sad yet understanding smile. "I don't blame them. After all my father has done, they are no doubt going to be suspicious of me." He sighs softly. "We must simply let them come to their own conclusions."
She nods, a warm smile on her face. Their new king would be far better than the old one.
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"I still find it hard to imagine he managed to find someone to have a child with.."
Prince Damien hums softly as he approaches the royals of Haromnia. His eyes flick over all of them and the others they brought. They all seem surprised, yet pleased.
"Well, would ya look at that." Queen Alina places a paw on her hip, her formal dress suspiciously close to that of a pirate's. "The lad is real!"
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Prince Damien." Queen Melody smiles. "Apologies for none of us being here sooner.."
"Ah, it's fine." Damien shakes his head, holding up a paw. "Considering all my father has done, it's not exactly hard to believe that you all wouldn't really trust the letter."
King Magnus chuckles. "Well, we see you now. Hopefully, you'll do big things, Damien."
The soon-to-be king smiles. "I hope so too."
As the group began to talk and discuss, Damien spun the story he'd spun so many times before. His father had him with a commoner, his mother. Yet she grew sick and pleaded with Umbra to take Damien, and the king reluctantly agreed. However, Umbra was ashamed of having a child out of wedlock and hid Damien, and the prince preferred to stay hidden because of his father's behavior and actions. Only the court knew of his existence, but even then he was limited in his interactions with them.
"I remember always listening to Tonio's music.." Damien smiles wistfully. "I hope that maybe he'll return and I can apologize for what my father had done.."
"What had he done?"
"It's.. not my place to say." He didn't want to admit that he didn't know. It was the one thing he couldn't figure out as he integrated himself into this world.
As they continue to talk, getting to know one another, a black cat walks past. He wears nothing blue, a black tunic, brown pants, and brown shoes, but all the monarchs and the Songbird present have their ears flick toward him. Damien has to force his ear to flick.
Unus. He thinks, watching the Muse head over to find a seat.
This would be interesting.
As he nods and parts ways, heading over to the stage to make sure the final preparations, when a ginger tabby clad in black steps in front of him.
"Pardon me, your highness."
Damien narrows his eyes before his ears perk upwards, and he puts on an elated face. "Tonio! I never expected you to come back!"
Tonio chuckles, though his tail is up, as if on alert. He supposes it makes sense. "Well, with Umbra finally out of commission, I believed a homecoming was due, no?"
The prince smiles somberly. "I feel a bit down knowing that only now you've felt safe to return." As he walks away, he turns his head a bit. "Hopefully I'll do well enough for you to feel safe to visit."
As the prince walks off, Tonio merely narrows his eyes a bit.
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It went off without a hitch. Damien was crowned king of Devos, and he was pretty sure that he went deaf from all the cheering. All the monarchs and those they brought were more than happy to congratulate him, all clearly happy to have a competent ruler now.
Just how much did they hate Umbra? Damien thinks, flicking an ear as he shakes King Bolero's paw.
As he pulls away with a smile, he stiffens as something speaks in his mind.
I have high hopes for you, Prince Damien.
A black cat walks past, and Alina grins. "Ah, that's probably Unus. He loves to be all cryptic like that."
King Damien chuckles. "I figured."
His tail flicks. Unus seems to be important. He shouldn't forget that.
As more come to congratulate him, his eyes catch the light, and turn to a dark yellow rather than a crystal blue.
Everything was perfect. Now for the first step of his plan.. figuring out where the dead was kept here. Then maybe, finally, he could get rid of that accursed ClearAll his sister seemed to care about so much.
Life would be better off without death anyway.
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Children of the dragon
Warnings: Incest
Pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen × Targ oc
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“I’ve simply come as a messenger. Aegon will bend the knee to his rightful queen.”
“A trick!” Daemons hisses while pointing the tip of his sword, dark sister, to your throat. “My brother was slain, and now your usurper cunt of a king has sent you here in some ploy. Why else would you come?”
The moment Dallax landed on the beach at Dragonstone, you were surrounded by knights. In truth, you thought it was a miracle your dragon didn’t live up to this reputation as a man eater and bathe all of those who threatened you in fire before devouring them. It was most likely the presence of Meleys that kept your own dragon in check. The knights escorted you and your two daughters, who clung to you tightly inside the castle, to be brought to your furious uncle.
“To show where our loyalties lie.” Still holding Alina’s hand, you push her behind you protectively while Alyssa buries her face into your side, scared. Daemon watches these actions carefully. He slowly lowers his weapon, his eyes fixated on your young girls. You clear your throat, relieved that he had no intentions of hurting them. “We put our support behind the rightful heir to the throne, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.”
“I assume you have your own reasons for abandoning the greens.” He eyes you suspiciously, obviously not believing you came for genuine reasons. He looks you up and down once more and asks, “Where is Prince Aeron?”
A pain aches in your chest at the mention of your son, remembering how you sobbed uncontrollably in the dragon pit as Aegon straps your daughters in. It was only with his persuasion that you agreed to leave without him, knowing that you had no other choice. Before you could answer, Princess Rhaenys appeared with a hint of smugness on her face. “Yes, the young prince did look rather ill when I saw him during your brother's coronation.”
With your heart hammering on your chest, your eyes well with tears. “Aeron was there?”
The older woman nods and says, “I must admit I was surprised. When Meleys burst through the dragonpit, interrupting the wrongful coronation of your brother, your husband only sought to protect himself, while Aegon snatched your son from his grandmother's arms and screamed at Ser Criston to take him somewhere safe. The young prince is very lucky to have an uncle who is so protective of him.”
Daemon raises his brows at the comment. You both knew what she was alluding to. The fear you felt before was quickly turning to anger, and Dallax sensed it as well. Letting out a loud screech before breathing fire into the air, causing Daemon to raise his sword once more.
“You had the opportunity to kill half our knights when you landed, weakening our army. Why didn’t you take it?” Daemon snaps.
“I’ve already told you, I’m here to put mine and Aegon’s support behind the rightful queen.” You hold his glare. “I’d like to speak to my sister; I will explain everything to her directly.”
“My wife is unviable at the moment.”
“I’ll wait.”
Rhaenys gives the prince a knowing look, then continues for him. “The stress of your father's death and the crown being stolen from her has sent Rhaenyra into labor.”
Oh. You didn’t know what to say. Rhaenyra's baby wouldn’t possibly be able to survive being born so early. Your silence seems to offend the prince more. He storms towards a number of his knights and hisses at them before disappearing into the castle's archway. The knights, in turn, snatch your daughters from you, causing you to kick and scream, trying your best to fight them off. “Daemon! Daemon! Please, no, not my babies! Please don’t!”
Alyssa and Alina’s cries fill your ears until you’re pulled far enough in the opposite direction that you no longer hear them.
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Pacing back and forth inside a small room with no window, you hold the sleeves of your dress to your face, breathing heavily while trying to compose yourself. Princess Rhaenys told you through the door that no harm would come to your daughters, but her words did little to calm any fears you had for their safety.
You had been branded a traitor, which terrified you. Your sister could have you beheaded or burned alive, meaning she’d take the life of your unborn baby. Although you didn’t believe Rhaenyra to be a kinslayer, the grief of losing a child could drive her to madness.
There would be no turning back for you if you were in her position.
Suddenly feeling breathless, you sit down on the small bed. Your baby was kicking up a storm, causing sharp pains in your bladder. Taking a deep breath, you try to focus on happy memories.
You were enjoying a variety of different fruits for breakfast in the garden when Aeron tugged on the bottom of your gown, gaining your attention. “Uncle promised to teach me how to hold a sword properly,” your son informed you. “Then he’s going to take me riding on Sunfyre!”
“Did he now?” You ask, beaming at Aegon, who just shrugs, clearly amused by Aeron’s excitement.
It warmed your heart to see how much effort Aegon made with your children, and it eased the guilt you felt about having an affair. Aemond believed Aeron was his son and never once offered to take him riding on Vhagar. At this point, you’d probably refuse if he did want to take him. You smile brightly as the wet nurse appears, holding both of your daughters in her arms. You stand immediately to help take the weight off by taking Alina into your arms.
“Hi, sleepy girl,” you coo gently, kissing the top of her head. “Did they feed well?”
The wet nurse nods and says, “They both took plenty of milk, princess.”
She seems slightly taken aback when Aegon approaches her with his arms outstretched, indicating he wants to take the baby from her arms. She hands him Alyssa, whose small face has scrunched up in anger from being woken by the movements.
“Thank you. See to it that the cook gives you a good, clear wine to drink along with a hot meal.”
The wet nurse agrees, then excuses herself, addressing yourself, your brother, and your mother, whose facial expression had been sour the entire time. Since the rumors of the relationship between you and your brother began to resurface, she has been watching you like a hawk. Of course she knew the truth; your mother was no fool and probably knew it would happen before it did. That was why she tried to keep you and Aegon apart.
Your mother lets out a huff, saying, “I’ll hold her so you can finish eating.”
“We won’t be going anywhere unless you finish all your breakfast; dragon riders can’t fly on an empty stomach; otherwise, it makes them sick,” Aegon says in a more authoritative tone.
Aeron starts to finish his breakfast, and your mother smiles at Alina softly before shaking her head. Despite your mother's judgements, you enjoyed moments like this, watching your mother stares lovingly at her granddaughter while Aegon fusses over his daughter and son.
Fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you think of your family, silently praying you'll get to see them again.
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It was nightfall before Prince Daemon arrived to talk to you, bringing food and water with him. He sits them down on a small table next to the bed before scoffing, “You’ll be happy to know your children are fine.”
Thank the gods. Your eyes well up with relief. You desperately wanted to ask to see them, but you knew he would refuse. You hold the cup of water in your hand but hesitate to drink it when you notice your uncle watching you so intensely.
He rolls his eyes and says, “If I wanted to kill you, I'd just do it. I wouldn’t go through the effort of poisoning you; I’d just slit your throat or feed you to Caraxes.”
“Good to know,” you say before gulping a mouthful down. “How is Rhaenyra?”
His face falls, silently answering the question you were too afraid to ask. The baby hadn’t survived.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s your usurper cunt of a king and venomous mother's fault that we lost our daughter. I intend to make them burn for what they have done.”
Before you can choke down your words, you snap in your lover’s defense, “You know nothing of what transpired since my father's death. Aegon has no desire to sit on the throne, but he couldn’t refuse-” Daemon lets out a chuckle before pretending to inspect his nails, obviously uninterested in what you have to say, which only fuels the fire building inside you. Enraged, you stormed towards him, only stopping when he was close enough to feel your breath on his face. “My children would have been slaughtered like pigs if he had not followed our mother's orders.”
Daemon’s glare causes you to take a step back; his fingers grip tightly to the hilt of his sword, dark sister. His jaw clenches. “What?”
“My mother got to Aeron before I did; she was planning on locking me up as well; she knew Aegon would leave with me. We had always said that when the time came, we would fly to Dragonstone and bend the knee to Rhaenyra. We’ve always known what our mothers and grandsire’s intentions were but tried to deny them, refusing to accept the fates we have chosen for ourselves.”
The demon’s hand falls to his side. “If we accept you into our home, how do we know you won’t switch sides? Scurry back off to the keep and tell the greens everything you’ve learned.”
The simple question makes you feel as if the air has been knocked from your lungs. You sit back down as your hand rubs at your bump, feeling the baby's feet kick as you do. “My own mother took my firstborn, Aeron, my only son, as a hostage to keep my brother from leaving.” Your eyes sting as tears spill down your face. “Aeron, Alina, and Alyssa have all been fathered by Aegon. She knows this, and she knows what will happen when Aemond finds out. Aegon sitting on the throne was the only way she wouldn’t say anything.”
“So the plan was to come here with the hopes we’d help you? A dangerous gamble to take.”
“Yes, so I’m begging for your help, uncle, yours and Rhaenyras.” It irritates you to see a slight smugness on your uncle's face. He was hurting greatly on the inside, but it wasn’t an excuse to take pleasure in how desperate you were. “When it comes to it, both Dallax and Sunfyre will fight for the blacks.”
His eyes twitched with curiosity. “Why would we need to fight if Aegon bends the knee?”
“Do you seriously think my mother, grandsire, and all those lords who don’t want a woman on the throne will just accept Aegon bending the knee to Rhaenyra? They want a male heir on the throne.”
He looks down at the ground, confused for a moment, before his eyes suddenly shoot back up with a look of realization on his face. “They will want Aemond to wear a crown.”
When your tears stop, you let out a dark chuckle. “On my wedding night, my mother said to me, ‘You poor clueless girl. Aemond would continue to fight for his family with you by his side, but Aegon? He would give it all up if he thought that’s what you wanted.’ She always knew this was a possibility, but still she pushed for my brother to be a usurper.”
“How long does the pretender intend to wear my wife’s crown?”
You ignore his insult and answer his question, “Soon as my son’s fever is down and Aegon is able to get him alone. He will send me a raven beforehand to let me know if he’s coming directly here or elsewhere first.”
“Why wouldn’t he come right here and bend the knee?”
“The moment they leave the keep, Aemond will likely figure it out. He is unpredictable. Aemond might chase after him, and Sunfyre is no match against a war-hardened dragon.”
Without saying anything else, Daemon turns to leave, keeping the door open. “I suppose you’ll want to see your girls, unless you’d rather stay here.”
Rolling your eyes, you get to your feet.
Before you leave the room, Daemon stops you with his arm and says, “You best hope Aegon writes to you soon.”
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The next day, Aegon sent you a raven from an unknown location; he had fled during the night on the back of Sunfyre.
Ser Criston was tasked with spying on him, and he was pretty sure he saw him entering the dragon pit carrying Aeron, but the knight knew better than to go among the dragons if he wanted to live. No doubt he immediately reported this to your mother, who would have informed Aemond, but what version she gave him was anyone’s guess.
All of this meant that the blacks would need to act fast; if a vengeful Aemond sat on the throne, it would be an all-out war.
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Writers block..? SAME! I’ve had this idea for WEEKS and just never write it lol.
So imagine there’s this like legend of The Great Targaryen (reader) who lived before Rhanerya and them and she was called The Great Targaryen because she commanded like 4 dragons instead of one. (kinda like Daenerys)
So maybe she was like so powerful or whatnot a witch (idk if they rly had those back then but like, there’s dragons so bare with me lol) cast her to sleep, saying she’ll only awake in 100 years OR SOMETHING IDK YET.
But anyways, team black realizes that if they want to win they’ll need her or something so they go looking.
The find her asleep in a cave off the coast somewhere and somehow she wakes up (haven’t rly gotten there yet) and they’re all like woahhhh but she has no dragons?
They get to the top of the cliff and she kinda just faces out towards the ocean and stands there, everyone is confused. She raises her arms like A GODDESS and BOOM flying out of the ocean is DRAGONS!!!
Idk it’s a really weird concept but I had a dream like that and that’s where this came from lol.
Watcha think???
The Dragon Tamer
House of the Dragon x OC!Female!Character
Warnings: mentions of child loss, death, destruction and disease.
Characters that are my own: Efflestead the Warrior, Alina the Dragon Tamer/Demon Queen, Jocelyn the Great
A/N: I have never written something like this before and I looooved doing it <3 part two?
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Many tales graced the darkened walls of Westeros. They flew, invisibly, through the air as folk songs or poems; they were words, spoken from generation to generation. Efflestead’s siege on the North, battling it to great victory until all that was left was rubble and dirt and dead bodies. He was celebrated, a day commemorated to him and how he savagely killed thousands of innocents for being in his war path to the Iron Throne. He was crowned on the 10th of the Third Month, creating catastrophe and violence in his stead. But no one remembers that part. They don’t remember how he killed his way to the top, tortured those who dared to whisper in the corners of every house, how he employed spies who could’ve well been your father or brother and they would let loose their secrets and you’d be on the Wall within the hour. Most people remember him as Efflestead the Warrior King, a family man with fifteen children of his own, all just as ghastly as he was, a man of great honour - being with his wife for more than 40 years, but everyone forgot he had mistresses and often beat his wife to the point she lost more than five children. No, people forget the bad parts because they want a story they can be proud of. Efflestead’s children went on to become monarchs, Heiron being the first and rather boring King, contracting Green Fever before the Winter. Jocelyn became Queen after he died, she was a beauty, to all accounts of people who knew her but, of course, when she was murdered in the comfort of her own bed; her own brother, Aegon, was the one who distributed horrific lies and propaganda. She was a witch and bewitched a plague amongst the Smallfolk with her sixth finger and long, hanging nose that drooped over her upper lip. No one remembers that she was kind and generous to the Smallfolk, no one remembers that she cared for the health of her people and sought to change all of it.
History and myth are not kind to those who actually do good, they would rather remember those with an intriguing story that they can pick apart and leave out the bad bits.
There was one though, no recollection in any chronicle of history, no written records, just a song. Sung in the streets of the Red Keep.
A dragon descended upon the River;
His claws long and his mind clever;
A woman with eyes so black;
Came onto the shore with a crack;
She said, “Who hath come to fight?”;
When one man stepped forth, she cackled to the night;
“Is that all you have?” And so she unleashed her fury onto the innocence;
Letting them have her anguish and misguidance;
Four wild beasts arose from the dark;
Fire, blood and fury from their violent arc;
She tried, as she must, to fight with her life;
But the Smallfolk were full of strife;
They killed her with one switch of a blade;
And off her head rolled in the shade;
They rejoiced and called out;
“At last, the Demon Queen is dead! And so she will be forever at rest!”
Of course, the Smallfolk only knew the lines to a wretched song that kids would learn as they grew up in the parks and the bakeries. They would be told the Demon Queen will have you for supper! If they forbade any law. But, of course, the Demon Queen was more than a ruthless woman. First of all, she had a name… Alina Targaryen. Born to the bastard grandson of Efflestead. She was known to be a beauty, long white hair always in a braided crown, dresses that puffed around her and always glided along with her. She was kind, generous and full of wit. Many men wanted to have a slice of her, but she never allowed it, she kept herself neat and tidy for any man that would marry her.
She never did marry.
Instead found her love elsewhere. With multicoloured eggs that she grew with affection and suddenly… she was the most powerful woman in Westeros.
Being so powerful, she became a target. A target for war, for assassination, for love and temptation. But she hid out in the caves, away from human life and settled with her dragons. The song got one thing right, she did tame four dragons, she loyally loved each dragon.
Fate is a funny thing. It is what’s meant for you, even if it’s not what you want. Alina didn’t want to sleep for one hundred years, she was completely oblivious to it until the day came when the waves crashed harshly against the cave, the dragons looked at her with perplexity and so, being the brave soul she was, she opted to explore on foot. The grey waves curled up into the sky with every crash against the rock, she clung to the edge as she watched spurts of water form a woman, no eyes and no mouth, just a plain black face with wispy hair like a witch. Alone and cold, the witch whispered under her breath that sent Alina into a sleep, never to be heard from again. Until Westeros went to shit.
Around the Queens’ table at Dragonstone, Daemon sat with his elbows propped up, chewing onto his fingernails as Rhaenyra stood, stoic and strangely calm whilst Rhaeyna spoke of the dangerous plans the Greens have for Dragonstone.
“He will surely arrive with Vhagar, even with the three dragons we have cannot take her on. We all know that.” She said, sitting straight. Daemon looked up at her worried face before switching to Rhaenyra’s face, she was deep in thought, Jace behind her, pacing up and down.
“Jace, stop. I can’t think right now.” Daemon ordered, but Jace didn’t stop. He rarely answered to his step father, he was deep in thought like the rest of the room. A hanging shadow was hanging over Dragonstone with Aemond’s threat to burn it to the ground. The Blacks may have the Dragon Queen but the Gods themselves couldn’t defend Dragonstone against Vhagar.
“You know…” Jace trailed off, Daemon looked at him disinterested. Rhaenyra turned her head slightly towards him, as he thought of his next words.
“What is it, Jace?” Rhaenyra spoke, slightly impatient.
“Alina Targaryen.” He said. Everyone exchanged glances, some confused, some surprised. They hadn’t heard that name in ages and perhaps some people had never heard it before.
“She’s been dead for 130 years.” Daemon said, matter of fact.
There had been a grumbling amongst the smallfolk, something was occurring and no one had the answer and it was something bigger than Aemond and Vhagar. The grumbling was like something was rising, coming alive and word on the street was Alina was planning to come back to slay all the sinners. She had not yet made an appearance.
“The prophecy. There was a prophecy.” Jace pointed out even though he couldn’t remember the full details of said prophecy.
“Yes. They said Alina was to die amongst her dragons, safe within the caves in the North, to protect the eggs of the future but if she was to come alive we would have to gain dragon fire.” Rhaenyra said impatiently, crossing her arms and not looking at her son. “It could never work, Jace.”
Later that night, Jace awoke in his bed from a fitful dream of Vhagar tearing his home to shreds and he knew he had to do something about it. The prophecy of Alina Targaryen was difficult but it was not impossible. Many people at the time did not own dragons or their dragons weren’t used for warfare, just simple fun, so of course the prophecy would be hard. He wrapped a warm robe around his body, keeping the cold chill at bay, thinking over his plans as his bare feet slapped against the stone flooring. His mind was on Alina, the beautiful blonde that was etched into law scriptures, there had even been an execution method in her style for those less fortunate: partially burned by dragon fire and then strangled over several days. It was a gruesome way to end and many people had been subjected to it.
Vermax was asleep when Jace entered the Dragon Pit, he watched him for a while before whistling to awaken him. Vermax was always grumpy when he woke up but actively being woke up was a whole new level of grumpy so Jace was in for a long, long night. In High Velarian, he told Vermax of the old prophecy, of the High and Mighty Alina Targaryen who could help them from being torn into pieces.
Deep within the breathing caves, Alina was still, flat on her back on a spacious rock table; her hands clasped at her stomach, still in her riding gear; her peach coloured mouth relaxed into a soft line; her halo hair scattered around her like a wave as Jace began commanding Vermax’s fire, miles away from the caves. The walls began to move, shaking ever so slightly at every will Jace gave to his dragon and with that push, Alina began to rouse. Not awaking properly, her eyes hadn’t opened but her toes squeezed against her leather sandals as Vermax breathed his hot rage into a vat of iron; quickly, Jace covered the top, burning himself but keeping the fire closed within the jar. He could’ve sworn Vermax rolled his eyes when he thanked him and ran off.
Rhaenyra hardly slept. It wasn’t uncommon. There was much to think about. She was sat at her desk, rifling through some parchments when her eldest son came battling through the door; evidently struggling with his barrel.
“What in the Seven Gods have you got there?” Rhaenyra asked, standing up.
“It’s a vat of fire, Lady Mother. For the prophecy.” He was so unfit.
“The prophecy won’t work, Jace. Don’t be a fool and fall for it. Alina was killed by a Sea Devil. It is in the history books.” She batted her hand away and sat down, not wishing to listen to him.
“Mother, when I was commanding Vermax, it felt like something awoke within me. I could feel this cold chill run right through me, I’m telling you, I don’t think this prophecy is fake.”
“You felt the cold chill because it’s midnight and it’s cold and you’re wearing nothing. Go to bed. I don’t want to hear about it anymore.” Defeated, Jace dragged his vat of fire back to his room.
Defeated by his mother he may be. But something happened and it was unmistakable. So when day broke, he climbed onto the back of Vermax and rode off into the North.
The cave was located amongst a rocky terrain, hidden behind a jagged rock that had dried blood, possibly Alina’s, coated over the tips. The waves crashed against the rocks as Vermax flew onto the hanging cliff, denying to put himself and his rider in danger on the rocks. Jace sighed, noticing the jagged rock, his vat of fire on his back as he slowly, incredibly slowly, bum shuffled down onto a flat rock just to the side of the cave, trying to find a different way to enter but the gap between the rocks was too small, even though he was a particularly skinny young man, he could not fit between them. So he had to go around, the wind whipped around his hair, flowing it into all directions as he clutched onto the sharp edge of the jagged rock, cutting diagonally across his palm as he hauled himself onto a small foot cove when his toes fit perfectly. The waves crashed against him, throwing him into the rock at full speed, cutting the side of his face. He groaned into the cup of his hand, trying to keep his composure as the pain seared through him. Once the waves had ceased for just a moment, adrenaline shot through him and he jumped from the foot cove onto the flat surface at the entrance of the cave.
There was a few spots of water, deep enough to drown in, due to the land shifting over the century she had been dead. At first it was dark, he couldn’t see his own hand in front of his face but slowly a light was forming in front of him. Two fawn columns created an archway where a beam of yellow light flooded onto a flat rock, washing over the body of a still woman who was wiggling her toes and small groans escaping her pursed mouth.
“Alina.” He whispered, running towards the rock and finding a beautiful woman, forever twenty three in front of him. The Great Dragon Tamer. Alina Targaryen. He opened the vat ever so slowly, wondering what would happen if the fire was to consume her surroundings, whether she would come to life again. The fire cascaded up and above, touching stalactites and flowing over, somehow it did not touch Alina or Jace and he watched as the Dragon Tamer twitched her eyes. He knelt down beside her, watching her intently as her pale grey eyes opened and took in the fire above her.
The prophecy had worked. The second Alina saw Jace, she shot to her feet, her hand on the sword attached to her leather belt.
“Who are you?” She asked, her voice rough after a century of non speaking.
“I’m Jace… Jace Velarion.” He stumbled across his words, straightening to his feet. Her face was thunderous, her lips straight and almost snarling as she took him in.
“You work at sea.” She spat. “Have you come to kill me once and for all, Jace Velarion?” She unsheathed her sword, the glinting point at his face.
“No, it’s not like that.” He cleared his throat. “I am the son of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. I have come to ask for help.” Her sword lowered ever so gently as she inquired him with her eyes, narrowing them and looking him up and down.
“A Targaryen Queen? You must be a bastard. Where’s your white hair?” She was vaguely amused by this. In normal circumstances, Jace would not be able to control his anger and although he could feel it bubbling, he didn’t want to say anything; this moment couldn’t be ruined.
“We are under threat. It’s complicated but Queen Rhaenyra is technically Queen of Dragonstone but she is the rightful Queen of Westeros, in the Red Keep. But her younger half brother plotted against her, the Hightowers, and now he is on the throne and there’s a threat Vhagar and his bastard rider will detonate us all. We need you.”
“The Hightowers.” She spat, tucking her sword back into her sheath. “I’ve always hated them.” She slapped her thighs, she was incredibly masculine, and drove herself to the entrance of the cave. Jace watched in awe as she screamed in Old Valyrian, something he couldn’t understand himself and saw four dragons rise from the rocks. They had been disguised for 130 years as these jagged rocks, the ones that Jace cut himself on, they roared and they were ten times bigger than Vermax. The wind blew in at a high speed when Alina turned around, a mischievous glint in her eye and the first smile he had seen.
“Are you ready, Prince Jace?”
#house of the dragon#hotd fandom#hotd x reader#hotd oc#hotd fanfic#hotd#hotd daemon#hotd rhaenyra#hotd jacaerys#mythology and folklore#fanfiction#fanfic
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Omgg could you write about nikolai lanstov and how he has known reader his whole life and they are together but not oficially and then alina comes and yk what happens and reader thought that they could handle it because it's a political marriage but then they end things and then nikolai one night can't take it anymore and so he goes to her room and begs her, quite literally on his knees to get back together, and maybe end it with some smut or fluff however you feel like doing but I just need him begging 😭
a/n: Crap! I really liked the idea of your request, so I thought about it and decided to make some changes. First, I thought about it and decided that I would most likely make a mini-series (big story) of several parts. Secondly, I realized that it is easier for me to fulfill your request with an !Original Character! not marked "reader" or "Y/N" And thirdly, of course, I had to change some details of the canon in order to somehow structurally introduce the hero into the story. Hope you enjoy what I do! let me know if you like it?(!)
warnings: Language, Squaller!OC (idk)
pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x OC!Dasha Romanov
summary: There is clearly an understatement between Nikolai and his childhood friend. But who knew that things could get even worse when the sun shines on the horizon?
gold and silver
prologue.
I knew Nikolai, without exaggeration, all my conscious life. We met when we were just children, when I was brought to serve in the palace (sensible squaller are needed everywhere, especially when the queen wants the sun on a cloudy day). He was the most restless boy I have ever seen in my whole life: he caused trouble for his whole family, nannies and tutors, but he was a fun guy, with an adventurous spirit and a good heart. Therefore, the fact that we found a common language did not take long. We would run away from classes together, I would show him tricks with the wind and clouds, and he would teach me how to shoot and even show me a couple of tricks so that I could protect myself with more than just my abilities.
And then the service began. His and mine. Nikolai and Dominic signed up for the First Army, while I was accepted into the Second Army, where my hard and fun life began. At first, Nikolai and I kept in touch, tried to keep in touch, but time passed, everything changed, we grew up and over the course of our destinies we changed a lot. Our communication slowly faded away. Of course, I heard rumors about what happened to the prince, and I'm sure he also heard rumors about me. I have long lost the habit of having Lantsov around, but still my heart ached every time I heard the news about him.
But in one moment everything changed. More time passed when Nikolai himself found me. True, now he was no longer Nikolai, but asked everyone to call himself Sturmhond. He was a privateer, with his own ship and crew, and kindly invited me to join the crew of the "Hummingbird".
How long did I think? Yes. It would be strange to immediately agree to such an adventurous proposal from someone whom I had not seen for several years. But Saints!
No matter how many years, centuries, centuries have passed; no matter what happens to me, I will always continue to adore Nikolai.
He still managed to convince me to join his crew. And I climbed the "Hummingbird", starting a new page in my life, but again next to Nikolai.
#shadow and bone x reader#shadow and bone imagine#shadow and bone season two#shadow and bone#nikolai lantsov x reader#nikolai lantsov#nikolai lantsov x oc#alina starkov#mal oretsev#tolya yul bataar#tamar kir bataar
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In your AU have you included lore of the Divine Warriors? If so, could we get some info on it? I love hearing about the different interpretations. From the Guards' Tales it seems like Kul'zack and Menphia were a thing? Could we get details?
Of course! Here are a few snippets of lore!
Irene and Enki were siblings, with Irene being ten years older. They were from the Gal’ruk region, and were both witches descended from one of the original ten, Vaiya (this basically meant they could speak to Wyverns and use magic). Menphia was the daughter of another one of the original ten witches, Gaia. This also makes her the sister of all the Wyverns we meet in the original series!
Shad was the original king of Ru’aun. He was enamored with Irene from the moment he met her. They had one child together, Alina.
The Divine Warriors consisted of King Shad, Irene who had not yet actually married into the role of queen, her brother Enki who followed her everywhere, three of Shad’s guards, and one retainer. Esmund, Menphia, and Kul’zak were those guards. The retainer is an oc, Philomena. She makes up the last of the Divine Warriors.
Menphia and Kul’zak were actually not together. Something that’s very critical to the AU is that the Divine Relics corrupted absolutely. That’s why the Wyverns were hesitant to trust Irene with the knowledge of how to create them. The only thing that could help them resist this corruption was a relic known as a Heart. Kul’zak was one of the first to discard his heart to gain more power. His relic twisted him into a possessive man who felt like he deserved to own Menphia. That’s why he created her that sword— it was a display of his power over her. Kul’zak is unfortunately still alive in the modern era as he’s the infamous king of Tu’la.
Though, he certainly wasn’t corrupted the worst. Enki and Irene bore the brunt of the corruption, becoming the Demon Warlock and Shadow Lord respectively. Shad also got corrupted into the Demon King, but he was killed relatively quickly. Philomena, my OC warrior, is corrupted into the Ice Queen. She’s killed around 300 years prior to Aphmau’s time by Vylad’s paternal grandfather.
Menphia and Esmund were the only Divine Warriors who weren’t corrupted by their relics. Esmund passed his relic down to his son, and infused his Heart into Ru’aun itself (which is why loyal guards cannot be affected by corruption). Menphia noticed that she was close to being corrupted (and she hated her life controlled by Kul’zak) so she discarded her relic and her heart and absconded.
During the AU, Aphmau meets every single one of the Divine Warriors: besides Philomena, Esmund, and Shad. This is because those three are all dead by this point in the story.
These are just some of the extensive lore I’ve written. Stay tuned for more to be revealed!
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I was tagged by @nicolajpg to make my dragon age OCs in this lovely picrew right here!! Mwah mwah thank yew for the tag 🫶✨
🌿 Daneryn Mahariel - She's pragmatic, somewhat cold and quick to give sass, but underneath she's a very kindhearted person. She's easily irritated and acts prickly almost constantly. She lacks social graces and is very inept at handling her own emotions... So practically a tsundere 😭 After Tamlen died, she tried to close herself off completely.... But she fell for Alistairs silly boy swag anyway 💀 She thinks Anora is a great queen and sees no reason to rock the boat by giving up her bf... Alistair sees she's far more gentle than she lets on, and he gets her to come more out of her shell by always making her laugh. Duncan practically had to drag her to Ostagar, but she came to accept the leaving her clan was for the best.
🌿 Issala Adaar - She's a mage qunari, so obviously she didn't fit in anywhere growing up, but she's incredibly optimistic despite it all and has a great distaste for authority. She's also a raging lesbian, so all of these factored in together made her immediately fall head over heels for Sera, the goofiest wife in the history of Thedas. She never wanted to be the Inquisitor and she certainly didn't believe she was Andrastes herald. To the surprise of no one, her best friends are Dorian and Solas. Cole is her favorite little guy and her closeness with him annoys Sera, but that doesn't dissuade her even remotely 🤭
🌿 Alina de Riva - She has a dispassionate demeanor that belies her inner fire. She tends not to speak often and rarely ever raises her voice, but when she does, she surprises everyone with just how shrill her yelling is 😭 She's incredibly starved for contact and is unused to people being genuine or gentle with her, so when Emmrich is immediately nothing but kind and patient, her first instinct is to write him off. But she pretty quickly develops feelings for him and becomes the biggest dilf chaser in Thedas 💀 She teaches him about the hobbies she picked up from her mother's profession and he teaches her about literally everything she doesn't specifically stop him from talking about. (she never interrupts him, she literally lives off of his lectures)
Not adding Hawke bc I just use default Marian Hawke bc she's perfect and I can't possibly change it 😔
Uuuh I'm not sure who would be interested.... So I'll tag @therookandthecrow @merciawintersageposting @panacea246 and anyone who sees this is also welcome to take this as a tag to join in if they want! Sorry for the tagging and no pressure to do this if you don't want 🫶✨
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MASTERLIST (2)
i’ve ran out of link space on my original masterlist, so i’ve had to start another one! if you want to find any of my previous work, it’s on my first masterlist, which you can find here!
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GRISHAVERSE
writing for kaz, jesper, nina, inej, zoya, alina, genya, and nikolai (requests open)
INEJ GHAFA
imagines
rest and relaxation - you take care of inej after a long day.
KAZ BREKKER
books
EMPYREAN (INEFFABLE SEQUEL) - ONGOING
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chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter ten
chapter eleven
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NIKOLAI LANTSOV
imagines
enchanted - it’s a long story of how you were enchanted to meet nikolai, but in a way you didn’t expect. it involves a certain privateer.
holding onto a mirrorball - a fic inspired by a shadow summoner and taylor swift’s songs the archer and mirrorball.
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON
writing for rhaenyra, aemond, alicent, and aegon (requests open)
AEMOND TARGARYEN
books
WE’RE BURNED FOR BETTER - ONGOING
chapter thirteen
chapter fourteen
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RHAENYRA TARGARYEN
imagines
snow angels - only a stark could warm a hardened queen’s heart
THE BEAR
writing for carmy, sydney, and richie (requests open)
CARMY BERZATTO
imagines
crash and burn
BRIDGERTON
writing for benedict, anthony, and daphne (requests open)
BENEDICT BRIDGERTON
home - best friends to lovers, except your best friend is daphne, who has been plotting for a new sister
HARRY POTTER
writing for sirius, james, remus, and regulus, harry, hermione, theo, mattheo, and enzo (requests open)
SIRIUS BLACK
paper rings - you hate accidents, except when you went from friends to this. and you like shiny things, but you’d marry sirius with paper rings.
cardigan - inspired by the lyric “you drew stars around my scars, but now i’m bleeding” except with a twist, because you both deserve a happy ending.
ivy - inspired by taylor swift’s song ivy.
right where you left me - sirius comes home to you after escaping from azkaban
timeless - domesticity and a diner on the corner
REGULUS BLACK
how the slytherin boys react to spending a rainy morning with you
slytherin boys as dads
THEODORE NOTT
how the slytherin boys react to spending a rainy morning with you
slytherin boys as dads
how the slytherin boys react to you dressing up as them for halloween
MATTHEO RIDDLE
how the slytherin boys react to spending a rainy morning with you
slytherin boys as dads
how the slytherin boys react to you dressing up as them for halloween
LORENZO BERKSHIRE
how the slytherin boys react to spending a rainy morning with you
slytherin boys as dads
how the slytherin boys react to you dressing up as them for halloween
THE WALKING DEAD
writing for rick grimes, daryl dixon, maggie rhee, glenn rhee, lydia, and alden (requests open)
OC
books
SCOTT STREET - ONGOING
prologue - the road to atlanta
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CHALLENGERS
writing for art, patrick, and tashi (requests open)
ART DONALDSON
imagines
i feel so high school (every time i look at you) - after his divorce, 30 something art meets 20 something reader at an event in stanford
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#grishaverse#hotd#house of the dragon#game of thrones#six of crows#shadow and bone#marvel#mcu#stranger things#bridgerton#the last of us#the walking dead#harry potter#marauders#outer banks#the bear
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~Child Of The Storm~
Nikolai Lantsov x OC
Image by - @brokendreamtale2
Warnings- none
A/N- After an excruciating month, I'm finally updating this fic as I'm finally done with finals😼 lemme know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist!
Taglist- @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @sirisuorionblack @nadeleine123n @marauders-wife @evelyndane
Ch-47 ~The Plan~
“Strike them down! They’re trying to kill our Saint! They’re trying to kill us all!” the Apparat shouted at his Priestguards.
“A man so obsessed with holy fire should pay more attention to the smoke.” Alina grinned at the priest
The light slammed through the girl and burst over the room in a blinding cascade that illuminated the expression of utter shock on the Apparat’s face.
The Priestguards threw up their hands, eyes squeezed shut against the glare. The Apparat recovered quickly. “Save her! Save her from the traitors!” he bellowed.
Some of the guards looked confused, some frightened, but two jumped forward to do his bidding, sabers raised to attack Anaya and the Squallers.
A guard slashed his saber towards Anaya, but she hastily formed a blade, crashing her weapon with his as she spun around. She thrashed her blade towards him with much force, sending him backwards as she kicked him in the ribs.
Mal had gotten hold of a sword, and his blade flashed as he cut through one guard, then the other. Two more advanced, but Tolya and Tamar were there to stop them.
David ran to Genya’s side. Nadia and Zoya flipped another guard in the air. The Priestguards on the periphery raised their rifles to open fire.
But before they could take further action, Alina’s cut hurled in a fiery arc.
It crashed through a long table and tore into the earth before the Priestguards, opening a dark, yawning trench in the kitchen floor.
Terror splayed across the Apparat’s face. The guards fell to their knees, and a moment later, the priest followed. Some wept, chanting prayers. Beyond the kitchen doors, Anaya could hear fists pounding, voices wailing, “Sankta! Sankta!”
Alina dropped her hands, letting the light recede. She drew a little light and kept it burning in a warm halo around her.
She walked forward and stood before one of the kneeling guards. He was younger than the others, his beard just coming in and his gaze was fastened on the ground as he mumbled prayers.
Alina touched her hand to his shoulder, and his eyes slid shut, tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Forgive me, forgive me.” he spoke
“Look at me,” she said gently.
He forced himself to look up.
Alina cupped his face in her hand
“What’s your name?” she asked
“Vladim… Vladim Ozwal.” the boy responded, his voice trembling
“It’s good to doubt Saints, Vladim. And men.”
He gave a shaky nod as another tear spilled over.
“My soldiers bear my mark,” Alina spoke, referring to the tattoos borne by the Soldat Sol. “Until this day you have put yourself apart from them, buried yourself in books and prayer instead of hearing the people. Will you wear my mark now?”
“Yes,” he said, fervently.
“Will you swear loyalty to me and only me?”
“Gladly! Sol Koroleva!” he cried. Sun Queen.
“Open your shirt,” she commanded.
Anaya was utterly confused as to what the girl was about to do. But the boy didn’t hesitate.
His fingers fumbled with his buttons and he pulled the fabric apart, baring the skin of his chest.
Alina pressed her palm to the smooth skin over his heart and let the power pulse. Vladim flinched when it connected, scorching his flesh, but did not show any signs of paint. When she pulled her hand back, her palm print remained, the brand throbbed red on his chest.
“It is done.” she spoke
Vladim looked down at his chest, and his face broke into a beatific grin.
“Thank you, Sol Koroleva.”
“Rise” she commanded.
He stood, beaming down at her, tears still running from his eyes.
The Apparat moved as if to stand.
“Stay where you are,” Alina snapped
“Sankta Alina, I only wanted for you to be safe, for you to be whole and well again,” he spoke shakily.
“Then consider your prayers answered. Priest, you will offer sanctuary to all those who seek it, not just those who worship the Sun Saint.”
He shook his head. “The security of the White Cathedral-”
“If not here, then elsewhere. Figure it out.” she cut him off
He took a breath. “Of course.”
“And there will be no more child soldiers.”
“If the faithful wish to fight-”
“You are on your knees, we are not negotiating.”
His lips thinned, but after a moment, he dipped his chin in assent.
“You are all witness to these decrees.” Alina spoke, looking around. She then turned to one of the guards. “Give me your gun.”
He handed it over without a second’s pause. She passed the weapon to Genya, then demanded a saber for David, though he wouldn’t be much good with it. Zoya, Nadia and Anaya stood ready to summon, and Mal and the twins were already well armed.
“Up,” Alina said to the Apparat. “Let us have peace. We have seen miracles this day.”
He rose, and as she embraced him. She then whispered something in his ear that made him shudder and nod begrudgingly.
“See to your dead,” Alina said to one of the Priestguards. “We’ll bear them with us. Do they, do they have family?”
“We are their family,” Vladim spoke.
She addressed the others. “Gather the faithful from all over the White Cathedral and bring them to the main cavern. I will speak to them in one hour’s time. Vladim, once we’re out of the Kettle, free the other Grisha and get them to my quarters.”
He touched the brand at his chest in a kind of salute. “Sankta Alina.”
Alina glanced at Mal’s bruised face. “Genya, clean him up. Nadia-”
“I’ve got it,” Tamar said, already dabbing the blood on Nadia’s lip with a towel she’d dunked into a cookpot full of hot water.
“Sorry about that,” she said to her.
Nadia smiled. “Had to make it look good. Besides, I’ll get you back.”
“We’ll see,” Tamar replied with an amused grin.
Alina then looked over the other Grisha in their bedraggled kefta.
“Tolya, Tamar, Mal, you’ll walk beside me with the Apparat.” She lowered her voice. “Try to look confident and, regal.”
“I have a question-” Zoya began.
“I have about a hundred, but they’ll have to wait. I don’t want the crowd out there turning into a mob.” She responded.
Zoya glanced at Anaya before deciding to follow her
“I want everyone else interspersed with the Priestguards. This is a show of alliance.” Alina spoke
They arranged themselves in front of the doors.
The Apparat and Alina took the lead, the Priestguards and Grisha arrayed behind them, the corpses of the fallen borne aloft by their brothers.
“Vladim, open the doors.” she commanded
The doors flew upon. Alina threw out her hands and let light blast into the passageway. A cry went up from the people lining the tunnel. Those who weren’t already kneeling fell to their knees, and a chorus of prayer washed over them. “Speak,” Alina muttered to the Apparat. “And make it good.”
“We have faced a great trial this day,” he declared hurriedly. “Our Saint has emerged from it stronger than before. Darkness came to this hallowed place-”
“I saw it! Shadows climbed the walls-”cried one of the Priestguards.
Even though they’d seen quite a lot of seemingly improbable things, Anaya too, had been quite curious as to where they’d come from.
“But they were vanquished, as they will always be vanquished. By faith!” continued the Apparat,
“And by power.” Alina said, stepping forward.
She let light sweep through the passage in a blinding cascade.
The cries of “Sankta! Sankta!” continued as she led the Apparat and the Priestguards through the White Cathedral.
She escorted the Apparat to his quarters herself with Mal and Tolya trailing them.
......………………………………………......
None of them looked too badly off. Nadia’s lip was swollen, and Maxim, a healer back from the Little Palace was tending to a cut over Stigg’s eye.
It was the first time they'd been allowed to gather underground.
“What the hell is going on?” Sergei asked as soon as Alina had dismissed Vladim. “One minute I’m in the infirmary with Maxim, the next I’m in a cell.” He paced back and forth.
“Calm down, you’re not behind bars now.” Tamar spoke
“I might as well be. We’re all trapped down here. And that bastard is just looking for a chance to get rid of us.”
“If you want out of the caves, then this is your opportunity,” Alina said. “We’re leaving. Tonight.”
“How?” Stigg asked
As an answer, she let sunlight flare for a brief moment in her palm, as proof that her power had come back to her.
The room erupted into whistles and cheers.
“Yes, yes, the Sun Summoner can summon. And all it took was a few deaths and a minor explosion.” Zoya spoke in a disinterested tone
“You blew something up?” said Harshaw plaintively. “Without me?”
He was wedged up against the wall next to Stigg.
Both inferni were utterly opposite in appearance. Stigg was short and stocky with nearly white blond hair. He had the solid, stubby appearance of a prayer candle. Harshaw was tall and rangy, his hair redder than Genya’s, nearly the color of blood.
A scrawny orange tabby had somehow made her way down to the bowels of the White Cathedral and taken a liking to him. She followed him everywhere, slinking between his legs or clinging to his shoulder.
“Where did those blasting powders come from?” Alina asked as she sat next to Nadia and Adrik on the edge of her bed.
“I made them when I was supposed to be making salve,” David spoke. “Just like the Apparat said.”
“Right under the noses of the Priestguards?” she asked
“It’s not as if they know anything about the Small Science.”
“Well, somebody must. You got caught.”
“Not exactly,” said Mal. He’d stationed himself by the doorway with Tamar, each of them keeping an eye on the passage beyond.
“David knew we were meeting in the Kettle, and he guessed about the master flue.” Genya said
David frowned. “I don’t guess.”
“But there was no way to get the powders out of the archives, not with the guards searching everything. So we had the Apparat deliver it.” Tamar grinned.
“You meant to get caught?” Alina stared at them in disbelief.
“Turns out the easiest way to schedule a meeting is to get arrested,” Zoya said
“Do you know how risky that was?” she said in exasperation
“Blame Oretsev,” Zoya replied with a sniff. “It was his idea of a brilliant plan.”
“It did work,” Genya said.
Mal lifted a shoulder. “Like Sergei said, the Apparat was waiting for an opportunity to take us out of action. I figured we’d give him one.”
“We were just never sure when you’d be in the Kettle,” Anaya spoke. “When you left the archives today, David claimed he’d forgotten something in his quarters and came by the training rooms to give us the signal”
“We knew the Apparat would be more likely to trust Tolya and Tamar, so they roughed us up a little-” Nadia added
“A lot,” put in Mal. “Then they claimed to have discovered a devious plot involving a few wicked Grisha and one very gullible tracker.” he gave a mock salute.
“I was afraid he’d insist on putting everyone in the cells, so we claimed you were in immediate danger and that we had to get to the Kettle right away.” Tamar said
“And then we just hoped the whole kitchen wouldn’t fall in on us.” Nadia spoke with a smile
David’s frown deepened. “It was a controlled blast. The odds that the cave’s structure would hold were well above average.”
“Ah. Above average,” said Genya. “Why didn’t you say so?”
“I just did.”
“What about those shadows on the wall? Who pulled that off?” Zoya asked
“I did it, we rigged it as a distraction.” Mal responded
Anaya noticed how tense Alina had suddenly gotten, but chose not to point it out. Sergei paced back and forth, cracking his knuckles. “You should have told us about the plan. We deserved a warning.”
“You could have at least let me blow something up,” added Harshaw.
Zoya gave an elaborate shrug. “I’m so sorry you felt excluded. Never mind how closely we’ve been watched and that it was a miracle we weren’t found out. We definitely should have jeopardized the whole operation to spare your feelings.”
Alina cleared her throat. “In less than an hour, I’ll be leading services with the Apparat. We’ll leave directly after that, and I need to know who’s going with me.”
“Any chance you’re going to tell us where the third amplifier is?” Zoya asked.
Anaya had known about the firebird, but not exactly where Alina had hoped to find it.
“The less you know, the safer we’ll be.” Mal shook his head.
“So you’re not even telling us where we’re going?” Sergei spoke sulkily.
“Not quite. We’re going to attempt to make contact with Nikolai Lantsov.” Alina responded
Nikolai
Anaya wondered if he'd survived. Though she did believe that given the boy's enthusiasm, he'd even have managed to carve a ship out of a rock.
“I think we should try Ryevost,” Tamar said.
“Go to the river cities? Why?” Alina asked
“Sturmhond had smuggling lines throughout Ravka. It’s possible Nikolai is using them to get arms into the country. If the rumors are true and he’s based somewhere in the north, then there’s a good chance the drop point near Ryevost is active.” she responded
“That’s a lot of maybe and not much more,” Harshaw spoke
Mal nodded. “True. But it’s our best lead.”
“And if it’s a dead end?” Sergei asked.
“We split up, we find a safe house where you can lie low, and I take a team to find the firebird.” Mal said
“You’re welcome to remain here,” Alina said to the rest of them. “I know the pilgrims aren’t friendly to Grisha, and after tonight, I’m not sure how sentiment will change. But if we’re captured aboveground-”
“The Darkling doesn’t deal kindly with traitors,” finished Genya quietly.
Everyone shifted uncomfortably. Anaya glanced at Genya’s somber expression.
“No. He doesn’t.” Alina responded
“He’s had his shot at me, I’m going.” A bold look washed over Genya
Zoya smoothed the cuff of her coat. “We’d move faster without you.”
“I’ll keep up,” she countered.
“See that you do, we’ll be entering an area crawling with militias, not to mention the Darkling’s oprichniki. You’re recognizable,” Mal said to Genya.
“So is Tolya, for that matter.” Tamar’s lips twitched.
“Would you like to be the one to tell him he can’t come?” Mal asked. “Maybe we can disguise him as a really big tree.”
“I’m coming along". Anaya’s words made everyone’s attention turn to her.
“I’ve had quite some experience with keeping a low profile. Besides, I would go berserk if I remain here any longer” she shrugged
“See you in an hour,” Adrik shot to his feet as he declared.
“Well, I’m going then. Someone has to make sure that Nasrazeen doesn’t get lost somewhere in these dank caves” Zoya said with a rather smug expression.
“Oh really Nazyalensky? Just accept that the humidity here is murdering all that hair of yours” Anaya rolled her eyes
“You're not wrong” Zoya shrugged
Harshaw rose and pushed off from the wall. “I’d prefer to stay, but Oncat says we go.” He hefted the tabby onto his shoulder with one hand.
“Are you ever going to name that thing?” Zoya asked.
“She has a name.”
“Oncat is not a name. It’s just Kaelish for cat.”
“Suits her, doesn’t it?”
Zoya rolled her eyes and flounced out the door, followed by Anaya, Harshaw and then Stigg, who gave a polite bow and said, “I’ll be ready.”
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OC Questionaire
I got tagged by @razrogue ♥♥ tagging: @tallymonster @fayeriess @trippybanana27 @bardic-constipation @astarioff @starryslove and whoever else wants to do thissss
NAME: Penelope [Last Name Redacted] NICKNAME: 'Nelope, Penny, Pen, Penpen, Nelly (only for Queen Rhol) GENDER: Female (she/her) STAR SIGN: Faerûn's equivalent of Leo HEIGHT: 5ft ORIENTATION: Bisexual NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Mephistopheles Tiefling, but her dad is a Lolth Sworn Drow FAVORITE FRUIT: Lychee FAVORITE SEASON: Spring FAVORITE FLOWER: Black Oleander FAVORITE SCENT: Lavender, roses, sea mist, aloe, wood burning COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot chocolate AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6-7 hours pre-tadpole. On the road, 4-5 because she doesn't like sleeping on a bedroll lol DOGS OR CATS: Cats DREAM TRIP: Tashalar. She had a client who said they always visited and gave her some of the best wine she's ever tasted. She wants to do a wine-tasting tour there one day. NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Two, but she's okay with one if it's heavily weighted. RANDOM FACT: She can play the flute, harp, and lute and her singing voice claim is Alina Baraz
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#bg3 tav#baldurs gate 3#tav: penelope#oc musings#i don't know how to spell mephistopheles
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WIP Title Game
Rules: list the names/titles of docs in your WIP folder + open your inbox to ask about them!
Thank you for the tag @thrillofhope 😘
Well, this was a wild ride into the depths of my google drive! I've kept it to fandom wips only cause OG stuff is on another level! 😅
BALDUR'S GATE 3
Shadowheart X F!Tav - The Night Orchid
BBC MERLIN
Merlin X Arthur - The Disir
DRAGON AGE
Anders X F!Hawke - I'm Not Calling You A Liar
GRISHAVERSE
Darkling X Alina - Shadow Queen
FIRE EMBLEM THREE HOUSES
Dimitri X F!Byleth - A Dish Best Served Coldly
THE RINGS OF POWER
Gil-galad X Reader - I Met The Devil & He Gave Me A Choice
Elrond X Reader - The Desperate Will Always Find Faith
Elrond X OC - The Lore Master
Galadriel X Sauron - I'm Someone Else When I'm With You
THE WITCHER
Yennefer X Triss - Mea Culpa
Eskel X F!OC - Lady of the Marred Moon
Tagging: I feel like everyone I talk to has been tagged, so if you see this and want to join, consider yourself tagged by me! ❤️
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C A T for the initials meme! 💕
Cecilia Villemont is a non-protagonist Dragon Age OC of mine! Cecilia is a bard and companion to the Inquisitor! She grew up poor in the farmlands of Orlais with her mother and sister. She shed her old self at the age of sixteen and went to Val Royeaux to take a name for herself, abandoning her family. Cecilia took up The Game and has had multiple patrons - varying in her services she provides them from spying, entertainment, friendship, and on occasion romance. Her upbringing is a closely guarded secret and she claims she's from a lost noble house. Villemont isn't even her true last name! She offers the Inquisitor her services if they become her new patron! Cecilia and Blackwall become enraptured with each other and are quite a reflection of each other - each running from a past they lie about.
Alina Kadrai is my Pathfinder: Kingmaker protagonist! She's from a magocratic city state in the River Kingdoms and was born as heir to the Kadrai family. From a young age, Alina was trained as a wizard and politician by her strict, oppressive family. Instead of taking up the mantle of her family, Alina runs away to the Stolen Lands to make her own name! There, she establishes a kingdom with the help of her companions that focuses on intellectual and cultural discovery as well as agriculture. She romances Regongar and Octavia who become her King and Queen Consort!
Tiriel is one of my Lord of the Rings OCs. Tiriel is the handmaiden of Galadriel and a healer of Lothlorien. Much to her shame, she is the granddaughter of Celebrimbor and strives to atone for the sins of her forebear. Tiriel is gentle, kind and soft-spoken. She joins the Fellowship in their quest through which she meets her future husband Eomer.
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Hello, welcome to Troveofcmuses!!!
My name is Feyre (she/her, 30+, pst). A selective independent multimuse that contains muses from A Song of Ice and Fire, House of the Dragon, A Court of Thorns and Roses, Throne of Glass, Bridgerton, Grishaverse, TVD, The Originals, Sanditon, Twilight, Zodiac Academy, Into the Badlands, & Greek Mythology/Touch of Darkness. I also have two OCs from Harry Potter & ASOIAF/HOTD. Side note: I do not support JK Rowling!
Activity: Blog activity is low, but I am here working on stuff when I am able.
I am still working on my carrd (slow due to working on three). So in the meantime, my muses are listed below. If you have any questions, just reach out and ask--I would be happy to answer anything. For now, the only rules that need to be followed are: reblog from the source, no harassing for replies, and messages need to be on Discord. I will block people who break these rules...
places to find me: @brideofcdragons || @reclusiveduke
Sadly, I don't have a carrd yet, and most likely won't. This is a list of my muses, with some background.
ASOIAF: Jon Snow (book only; bisexual. fc: Timothee Chalamet) || Jorah Mormont ( book & show | Fc: Iain Glen; younger version Sam Heughan) || Missandei (books & show) || Robb Stark (show and book; bisexual) ||
HOTD: Rhaenyra Targaryen (book and show; bisexual) || Shiera Seastar (fc: Diane Kruger) ||
Bridgerton: Daphne Bridgerton (book & show) || Eloise Bridgerton (book & show; bisexual) || Kate Sharma/ Sheffield (book & show) || Lady Danbury (book & show) || Violet Bridgerton (book & show) || King George III (book & show) || Queen Charlotte (book & show) || Gareth St. Clair (book; fc: Henry Golding) ||
Grishaverse: Alina Starkov (book & show) || Inej Ghafa (book & show) ||Tolya Yul-Bataar (book & show) || (note: I have not read all of Shadow & Bone--I am on book 2. I also just started Six of Crows--a lot of background will be from the show and my own creation).
TVD: Stefan Salvatore (book & show) || Katherine Pierce (book & show; bisexual) || Bonnie Bennett (book & show)
The Originals: Elijah Mikaelson || Rebekah Mikaelson (bisexual) ||
Twilight: Alice Cullen (book & movie; bisexual) || Edward Cullen (book & movie; fc: Robert Pattinson or Douglas Booth depending on preference, regency era: Corey Mylchreest) || Bella Swan ( book & movie; fc: Abigail Cowen) ||Carlisle Cullen ( book & movie; fc: Matt Lanter) || Esme Cullen (book & movie; fc: Rachel Brosnahan) ||
ACOTAR: Nesta Archeron (fc: Imogen Poots) || Feyre Archeron (fc: Danielle Rose Russell) || Rhysand (fc: Toni Mahfud) || Cassian (fc Can Yaman) ||
Throne of Glass: Manon Blackbeak (fc: Nyane Lebajoa; bisexual) || Dorian Havilliard (Evans Nikopoulos) ||
Sanditon: Charlotte Heywood (book & show) || Alexander Colbourne (show) || Sidney Parker (book & show)
Greek Mythology/Touch of Darkness series: Persephone Rosi (fc: Holliday Grainger) || Hecate (fc: Olivia Cheng; bisexual) ||
The Witcher: Yennefer of Vengerberg (book, show, & videogame; bisexual) || Cirilla of Cintra/ Ciri (book, show, & videogame; bisexual) ||
Fourth Wing: Violet Sorrengail (fc: Kaya Scodelario) || Xaden Riorson (fc: Thomas Doherty) ||
Harry Potter/Hogwarts Legacy: Narcissa Black Malfoy (book & show; fc: Young Narcissa—Emilia Schule. Older Narcissa —Helen McCrory. ||
Wednesday: Wednesday Addams (bisexual)
Agatha All Along: Agatha Harkness (bisexual)
Original Characters: Leyton Mormont (asoiaf/got; fc: Leo Suter. Background: Son of Jorah Mormont & Lynesse Hightower; sellsword). ||
Message me if you want more details about certain muses.
Drafts: ✨asks: ✨
#troveofcmuses : multimuse rp#asoiaf rp#a song of ice and fire rp#a song of ice & fire rp#got rp#game of throes rp#bridgerton rp#hotd rp#house of the dragon rp#grishaverse rp#tvd rp#the vampire diaries rp#the originals rp#twilight rp#acotar rp#a court of thorns and roses rp#throne of glass rp#sanditon rp#greek mythology rp#a touch of darkness rp#the witcher rp#harry potter rp#wednesday rp#agatha all along rp
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OC funfacts
Hel (Too Much Love Will Kill You - The Bad Batch):
kaff addict
broke Crosshair's nose the first time he called her something offensive (as she should)
Wrecker let's her sleep with Lula when she has nightmares
sometimes hates to be half-zeltron because of the unwanted attention from men thanks to her pheromons
likes listening to Tech rambling about anything and everything
helps with Echo's prosthetics
Hel is not her full name
shooting competitions with Crosshair
constantly trying to sneak up on Hunter (constantly failling)
hated Krell with passion even before she met him
secretly always wanted to be a mum but was scared she wouldn't be good enough
wants a lightsaber
her favourite bed-mate is Tech because he doesn't move around too much in his sleep
plays with Hunter's hair when they are bunked together (and it actually helps him fall asleep faster)
was caught playing with the little clones on Kamino more than once
Tech teaching her Mando'a
eating competitions with Wrecker
can sing Vode'an (sings it to Omega as a lullaby)
builts her own blasters
Alina (Master of Puppets - Stranger Things):
can talk but can't read or write in russian
loves and I mean she LOVES junkfood
always cold
her favourite band is Queen
can't understand a lot of things but still nodding along because she doesn't want people to think she is slow/stupid
Dmitri (accidentally) thought her how to curse in russian, Steve and Dustin (not so accidentally) thought her in English
confused about why people say it's wrong that Robin likes Vickie
likes tea warm but for some reason she only likes coffee cold
acts pissed but actually likes Hopper's "insulting" nicknames for her
when she is angry her british accent get's mixed with a russian one, making a diseasterous accent-cocktail
likes to spend time with Dustin and the others because it reminds her the time with her "siblings"
once unconsciously started to play with Steve's hair and he just let her
loves listenning/watching Erica giving an earful to people
wants to learn how to play guitar
left-handed
talks with russian accent just to mess with people
ruffling Gareth's hair every chance she gets
mumbling in russian when she is nervous
LOVES reading
Dmitri built her a bookshelf and then another because she kept buying books (and Dmitri kept buying her sooo much too, but he denies it)
If you would like to do it with your OC's:
Tags: @techs-stitches ; @wenalena ; @staycalmandhugaclone ; @milknhonies ; @magnoliabutters
aaand anyone who would like to do it
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now you're just a page torn from the story I'm building
selective, mutuals only indie rp blog. i am over 25, so anyone under 21, i prefer not to interact with
all I gave you is gone tumbled like it was stone
canon divergant pirate based colin bridgerton @pirtecolin edits blog @dynastymusesedits resources such as gifhunts, psds, and templates blog: @dynastymusesresources II rules II what i do II
thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake
as such all muses are over 18 (some have been aged up)
thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made
i am very open to crossovers, as well as oc’s, but plotting must be done. if i am not following you, please do not send me in character memes. i am mutual only!
thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up
fandoms include: bridgerton, various period drama, star wars, lord of the rings/rings of power, wheel of time, shadow&bone/gisha verse.
It all fell down, it all fell down, it all fell down
all of my characters as of now (🍊 is high muse) (🌊muses i want plots for) (🧁new muses) starter calls open starters
Bridgerton Verse
anthony bridgerton 🍊
benedict bridgerton 🌊
colin bridgerton🍊
daphne bridgerton🌊
francesca bridgerton🌊
gregory bridgerton🍊
penelope featherington🍊🌊
philip crane🍊🌊
michael stirling🍊
brimsley🌊🧁
sophie baek🌊
kate sharma🍊
gareth st.clair🍊
prince freidrich hohenzollern🍊🌊
king george freidrick 🍊
lady agatha danbury🌊🧁
queen charlotte of mecklenburg-strelitz 🍊🌊🧁
felicity featherington🌊🧁
posy reiling🌊🧁
lucy abernathy 🧁
viloet bridgerton-ledger
shadow&bone/grishaverse
alina starkov 🍊🌊
kaz brekker🍊🌊
inej ghafa🌊
nina zenik🌊
wylan van eck🌊
genya safin🌊🧁
nikolai lanstov🌊
tolya yul bataar🌊🧁
matthais helvar🌊
lord of the rings/rings of power
galadriel🍊
elrond🌊🧁
bronwyn🌊🧁
aragorn🌊🧁
samwise gamgee🌊🧁
wheel of time
rand al’thor🍊🌊
lan mandragoran🍊🌊
siuan sanche🍊
egwene al'vere🍊
elayne trakand🍊
Star Wars
luke skywalker🍊🌊
qui gon jinn🌊
obi wan kenobi🍊🌊
padme amidala🍊🌊
finn🌊
poe dameron🌊🧁
han solo🌊
Rey of Jakku 🌊🧁
osha 🧁
mae
master sol🧁
the musketeers
d’artagnan 🍊
athos
aramis
queen anne of austria🌊
Sanditon
charlotte heywood (sanditon)🌊
lord babington (sanditon)🌊
young stringer (sandtiton)🌊
Marvel
Yelena Belova
Kate Bishop
Tandy bowen
Karolina Dean 🍊
Marcos Diaz 🍊
Esme Frost 🍊
John Proudstar🌊
Hank McCoy 🌊🧁
Chase Stein 🍊
Scott Summers 🍊
Charles Xavier🌊
Jennifer Walters
Sersi 🍊
wade wilson
DCEU
Barry Allen 🍊
Beth Chapel🌊
Barbara Gordon 🍊
Dick Grayson🍊
Mary Hamliton 🍊
Virgil Hawkins 🍊
Pamela "Poisin Ivy" Isley 🍊
Kate Kane🌊
Clark Kent (dceu) 🍊
clark kent (smallville based) 🍊
jenny kord🌊🧁
Selina Kyle 🍊
Dinah Lance 🍊
Gar Logan🍊
M'gann M'orroz 🍊
Tommy Merlyn🌊
Sophie Moore🌊
Yolanda Montez
James Olsen 🍊
Anissa Pierce🌊
milagro reyes🌊🧁
Donna Troy 🍊🧁
Bruce Wayne🍊
Courtney whitmore 🌊
Jinx🌊
Komand'r🌊
hank hall/hawk 🧁
dawn granger/dove 🧁
oliver queen(non arrowverse)
ollie queen (smallville)
garth (titans/dceu)
TVD Verse
Marcel Gerald 🍊
Elena Gilbert 🍊
Jeremy Gilbert🌊
Tyler Lockwood🌊
Elijah Mikealson 🍊
Hope Mikealson🌊
Lizzie Saltzman 🍊🌊
Shadowhunters
Magnus Bane 🍊🌊
Clary Fray 🍊🌊
Simon Lewis🌊🧁
Alec Lightwood🌊
Fate:The Winx Saga
Terra Harvey🌊
Bloom Peters 🍊🌊
Beatrix 🌊🧁
Flora🌊
Musa🌊
Riven🌊
Sky🌊
Stella🌊
Narnia
Edmund Pevensie 🍊🌊
Lucy Pevensie🍊🌊
Peter Pevensie🌊🧁
Jill Pole🌊
Eustance Clarence Scrubb🌊
the umbrella acaddemy
Deigo Hargreeves🌊
Five Hargreeves 🍊🌊
Klaus Hargreeves 🌊
Sloane Hargreeves 🍊🌊
Lila Pitts🌊
one tree hill
Julian Baker
Jake Jagelski
Nathan Scott 🍊
Clay Evans
Degrassi
Sav Bhandari 🌊
Fiona Coyne🌊
Clare Edwards 🍊🌊
Jake Martin🌊
Drew Torres🌊
Wednesday/Addams Family
Wednesday Addams🌊
Enid Sinclair
what we do in the shadows
colin robinson 🌊🧁
Guillermo de la Cruz🌊🧁
nadja of antipaxos🌊🧁
laszlo cravensworth 🌊🧁
nandor the relentless 🌊 🧁
the boys/gen v
hughie campbell🌊🧁
annie january / starlight 🌊🧁
billy butcher🌊🧁
kimiko miyashiro🌊🧁
queen maeve🌊🧁
other period drama muses
francis valois (reign with some historical influences) 🍊
Sebastian de poitiers (reign)
tom jones (tom jones 2023)🌊
henry tudor (7th) (the white queen/the white princess/the spainsh princess with some historical influences) 🍊
richard plantagent (the white queen with some historical influences)🍊
elizabeth woodville (the white queen/the white princess with some historical influences)
elizabeth of yorke (the white queen/the white princess with some historical influences)
anne shirley cuthbert (anne with an e)
marie antoinette( marie antoinette (itv/pbs 2023) with some historical influences) 🍊
(king) louis bourbon (16th) ( marie antoinette (itv/pbs 2023) with some historical influences) 🍊
captain henry ossroy (mr malcom’s list)🌊
selina dalton (mr malcom’s list)🌊
dido elizabeth belle (belle 2013)🌊🧁
john Davinier (belle 2013)
camlia dunne (daisy jones&the six) 🌊🧁
tim laughlin (fellow travelers) 🌊🧁
jane bennet (pride and prejudice) 🧁
elizabeth bennet (pride and prejudice) 🧁
emma woodhouse (emma) 🧁
nan st.george (the buccaneers)
Other Scifi/Fantasy
lucy carlyle-lockwood&Co🌊
Anthony Lockwood-Lockwood&Co🌊
Wendy Darling-Peter Pan/Disney 🍊🌊
Elinor Fairmont-First Kill🌊🧁
Juliette Fairmont-First Kill🌊
Kat Harvey-Casper🌊
Harvey Kinkle-Sabrina The Teenage Witch/Archie comics🌊
Wyatt Logan-Timeless🌊
Arthur Pendragon-Merlin🌊
Scott mccall-teen wolf 🌊
marnie piper (halloweentown)
percy jackson (percy jackson & the Olympians)
Luna briggs (wolf pack)
Blake navarro (wolf pack)
prince eric (the little mermaid)
fiyero tigelaar (wicked)
OUAT/Fairytales
david nolan/prince charming-once upon a time 🌊🧁
graham humbert/the huntsman-once upon a time 🌊🧁
mary margret blanchard/snow white-once upon a time 🌊🧁
Rapunzel (various media)🌊🧁
other medias
Alexander Clearmond Diaz-red, white, & royal🌊
Lacey Porter-Twisted🌊
Henry Stuart Fox -red, white, & royal🌊
Glimmer-She Ra🌊
comedy
Haley Dunphy (modern family)🌊🧁
Alex Dunphy (modern family) 🌊🧁
Janine Teagues-Abbott Elementary🌊
Clare Devlin-Derry Girls🌊
Gregory Eddie-Abbott Elementary🌊
Jim Halpert-The Office🌊
Ben Wyatt-Parks and Recreation 🌊
chidi anagonye (the good place)🌊🧁
eleanor shellstrop (the good place)🌊🧁
janet (the good place)🌊🧁
original characters
elisabeth barlowe 🍊🌊🧁
jacquetta covington 🍊🌊🧁
maxwell danbury 🍊🌊🧁
dylan lyons 🍊🌊🧁
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Darkling & Katia (OC) || Moya Tsaritsa
200 after Luda and 200 years before Alina, there was Katia.
Katia is a young Tailor when Darkling saves her from being sold as a slave. Much like with Genya, in return he asks her to spy for him at the Court. He sends her ahead to finish his military campaign and when he comes back, the crown prince introduces Darkling his future wife - Katia. She played her own game while he was away and climbed all the way to the top, all the while keeping her word and acting as his spy. Darkling is both upset and pleased. Having a Grisha queen, he can puppet is excellent for his plans, but he also likes Katia and Konstantin Lantsov is a volatile and dangerous man. Still, it's too late. The wedding goes as planned, Konstantin is crowned king and Darkling and Katia start an affair. But day by day, Konstantin grows more and more suspicious and jealous of his wife. Katia still spies for Darkling but she has too many secrets, the noose is tightening and if anyone finds out she is Grisha, spy or adulterer, it’s over. Eventually, it's too much and Katia wants out. She makes an attempt to escape but she is caught, and in fit of rage, Konstantin kills her. Aleksander is alone again.
#sabedit#shadowandboneedit#the darkling#the darkling x oc#aleksander morozova#ocs#katia lantsov#my videos#idk what the proper tags are sorry#anyways here is it#my brain said: how much drama do you want#and i said: yes
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🌈, ⚠️, ❗, 🌲 for Alina :^)
whoooo yes i love attention !! whooooooooo
jk sorry anyway
(emojis oc ask game)
🌈 - Do you associate any colors with them?
Silver with a slight blue tint is the biggest one !! It's her favourite colour and it's her eye colour, it just fits The Vibes. Gold (esp. pale gold) and stormy grey as well :3
⚠️ - If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?
(I slap a big ole "FRAGILE - Please Handle With Care" sticker onto her forehead.)
or one of those dog harnesses that say "nervous"
❗- What are the highest priorities to this oc (at a point in their life of your choosing)?
Her SON 📣 She found him in the wilderness and made being an unwed teenage mother her whole personality.
KIDDING but yeah, basically from the moment she found him, taking care of Wynn is her main priority, keeping him happy and healthy and not letting him watch that Freddy Fazbear twerking video.
Followed closely by loving her horsies and her horsie's new babby and keeping them all safe.
oh yeah and the end of the world but she dgaf that much anymore
🌲 - Do they have a favorite location to hang out in?
Um!
I don't know. I'd say Starshine Ranch because Lisa Peterson, rockstar, y'allternative queen, most beautiful woman in Jorvik, lives there - but Alina can't stand the Firgrove area so as the kids say. rip in piss. (Do the kids say that? I said it as a kid. Good enough.)
She likes the lil cafe on top of the Silverglade Manor library?
Mostly she just stays home. Or she and Shoji go bonkers crazy out in the Everwind fields, but that's more his favourite place.
(What's the difference, right? What makes him happy makes her happy.)
#this poor wet paper bag of a woman has no personality outside of people pleasing i fear#jk she is full of so many emotions. she just pretends she isn't kyaaaaa#anyway ty for the ask !! 💖#ask game#alina
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