#oc: rylas

[fukiana]

BALDUR'S GATE 3 (2023) dev. Larian Studios

[sage-ami]

What would have happened if Ryla had met Kloe?

I feel like they would become really close friends. They would most likely bond over their love for the outdoors and share different facts about cave diving or plants. I do feel like Ryla is much older than Kloe but despite that, they would most likely meet through their friendship with Dashi. Since they are both from Australia they might have bumped into each other before but never knew who they were. Overall, despite their few differences Kloe would love being around Ryla and Ryla would love being around Kloe!💕

[autistic-writer-angel]

Regret

Oldie

Nope

You also implied that only some of the Octo-Agents know about what happened to Angel’s family. Which ones do?

Regret: Angel’s biggest regret, specifically from her time with the Octonauts, is how badly she handled the cone snail incident. When the cone snail got loose the second time, she did nothing because she was scared, putting Peso in danger. Her other biggest regret is injuring Ranger Marsh by pushing him over.

Oldie: Angel is 10 years old when she first met the Octonauts. I wanted her to be a child and I chose ten because that's how old I was when the show first came out. She does age up a little bit, but she develops Pokemon/Simpsons syndrome (no matter how much time goes by, she never gets older) once she turns 13.

Nope: Initially, her least favourite person on the Octopod was Captain Barnacles because she was so scared of him. After that, it was Professor Inkling. She doesn't dislike him, but they're not close. He rarely leaves the library and has no idea how to look after children.

Being alone on the Octopod a lot of the time while the others are out on missions doesn't make a difference. He stays in the library and Angel pretty much does whatever she wants. (Sometimes, she takes advantage of being on her own, but nothing too extreme.) I can imagine this happening on a night mission, if Captain Barnacles calls the Octopod:

Barnacles: I assume Angel went to bed on time?

Professor Inkling (who has completely forgotten Angel exists): Yes! Of course, Captain!

(Angel’s bedtime was two hours ago!)

And good question! Here's who I think might know about the storm and the fire:

I think Pearl knows. Shellington told her way before she met Angel (after he first met Angel, telling his sister about the human he rescued and what happened to her).

As I've covered, Ranger Marsh knows. Tweak thought he should know after Angel freaked out in a fire caused by lightning strikes.

Paani knows because he straight up asked her. Well, first, he asked her about her sleepwalking (that's a funny story, but I'll save it for another time) and when he found out it started after her parents died, he asked her what happened and she told him.

Ryla knows Angel’s parents are dead, but not the story of what happened.

Most of- if not, all- the other Octo-Agents probably assume Angel’s parents are dead because why else would the Octonauts have taken her in? However, they don't know the circumstances.

[vulpixelates]

10 and 12!!

oc award nominations

10. Best Kiss?

i had to consult my wife on this one (both bc i was not sure if it meant best kisser OR the best kiss in a game? and bc she's the one on the receiving end of the smoochin') but we both came to the same conclusion that best kisser has to go to caerellia asperanas. she's basically the champion of lesbianism AND the granddaughter of the sluttiest archdevil, i think it would be simply absurd if she weren't the best kisser.

12. Best Costume Design

ooooo. this one was tough for me bc caerellia might be the obvious answer but. ryla anzar makes all of her own clothes and hand-embroiders them, and they're all super colorful and flowy and intricate so she definitely has to be #1

[queen-anne-au]

OwO, whose this? A new character for my AU perhaps? Hope you like them either way, we might see them in the future

She’s a strawberry poison dart frog, by the way, hence the odd coloration

[sodaliteskull]

OC Profile Tag

Thanks for the tag @noblebs! Check out the one for their OC Devilant over here!

Going with Ryla for this, and I am also setting this as an open tag, so if you're seeing this and feel a hankering to participate, then please do so!

Name: Rylanen Pryseia Geshvarel Miraadon

Nickname: Ryla

Kind of Being: Lantean (basically a human with magical powers)

Age: 24

Gender: Cis female

Appearance: 6'2"

Occupation: Opiri Slayer

Family Members: Phaidral Thuvian Dejar Miraadon (maternal grandmother, deceased), Folkaran Zahberok Delerden Shaster Miraadon (maternal grandfather, deceased), Kathera Lakeerask Jedaham Miraadon (mother, deceased), Artaan Osaris Thathal Nolanus Miraadon (father, missing), Camalla “Cam” Vassarus Thelannan Miraadon (eldest sister, missing), and Jineal “Jin” Zena Phassos Miraadon (older sister, missing)

Pets: None

Best Friend: Cadel Cardeau, one of her classmates from her Slayer training days

Describe Their Room: lol I literally made a whole post about this!

Way of Speaking: As a child, the daughter of royalty, she was trained to be both an eloquent and intelligent speaker. As a Slayer, she was essentially given the medieval equivalent to media training, to help uphold the standards of the order. Because of all this, she has a hard time not sounding like she's giving a presentation, even among friends

Physical Characteristics (posture, gestures, attitude): She's tall and athletic, dark skinned and pale haired, with electric blue eyes. Her posture is impeccable, and she's not really one to make a lot of gestures as she speaks (she tends to keep her hands clasped behind her back). Everything about the way she holds herself screams professionalism, and it takes a lot for her to let her hair down, as it were

Items In Their Pocket/Purse: Thanks to magic, she's able to carry literally anything she could possibly need with her, regardless of pocket space, but the necessary items she physically has on her person are a pocket multi-tool, an emergency stash of money, her badge of office, a ration bar, and a knife

Hobbies: Reading, researching history, collecting books

Favourite Sports: Archery

Abilities/Talents/Powers: Thanks to the natural, inborn abilities all Lanteans possess, she's more or less got access to the suite of Wizard spells from D&D. As a Slayer, she's been altered physically to be faster, stronger, and more resilient than your average person, and is able to pull from a deeper well of magic than non-Slayers can (there's a price to this, of course - Slayers often don't make it past their 30's). Beyond that, she's an exceptional orator and diplomat, a skilled swordswoman, and a peerless archer.

Relationships (how they are with other people): Very courteous and professional, if closed off with strangers. Opiri Slayers are able to go wherever the greatest Opiri threats spring up, regardless of borders, due to their stalwart reputation, so it's up to individual Slayers to maintain that good reputation while dealing with the public. Ryla is very mindful of this. With people she knows and likes, however, she's more relaxed and open, though it takes her a lot of trust to be able to open up to people about her less-than-stellar past. People who do get that close to her? She's absolutely ride or die for them.

Fears: That she actually is at fault for all the misfortune that befell her family, and that there is fundamentally something wrong with her.

Faults: Her own well being is her least pressing priority. She will throw herself into harm's way, in order to do whatever she can to help others, without a thought for her own safety. She says it's because she's doing this for the greater good, but it's honestly self-destructive at this point.

Good Points: She's determined, relentless, an unstoppable force that is sent in to take care of impossible problems. She has yet to meet failure, in this regard. She's a cunning diplomat, able to get both sides of a conflict to agree to her terms, and has cooled tempers that were burning for blood. She's the poster child for what an Opiri Slayer should strive to be.

What They Want More Than Anything Else: Not that she would admit it to herself (not that she would even remember it herself, as she's suppressed her own wants and needs for so long), but she wants family. At this point in her life, however, she doesn't think she's deserving of one.

[noirsongbird]

would it be like, annoying or overcomplicated to have multiple AU versions of the same oc that i write fic for. because i'm juggling at least three rylas in my head rn and i have fic ideas for all of them.

[fukiana]

BALDUR'S GATE 3 (2023) dev. Larian Studios

[animalsalvationassociation]

Character Refs:

Y/N & Fae (More Content Coming Soon)

The ASA

Villains (Main)

The Octonauts:

Captain Barnacles Kwazii Tweak Shellington Dashi Peso Professor Inkling

Vegimals:

Tunip/Tominnow Barrot/Pikato Halibeet/Codish Grouber/Perchkin Sharchini/Vegi-Bot

Octo-Agents:

Octo-Mamas Octo-Dads Paani/Min Bud/Tracker/Ryla/Selva Junior Octo-Agents

C.L.A.D.E.

(From the Show "Creature Cases")

Director Peggy Scratch

Sam

Kit

Other . . .

Main Oc's:

Emma Jade Professor Marin Kelp Freya Volpes Ranger Voyager Black Crow James (Jim) Lanagan Professor Cornelius Chaplin "Gastrell"

S.S.Jade:

Bandit Kona Harley Farrowstride Professor Amarus Boda Professor Atticus Flintsprit Slye Barracks Alannis Burrow

First Gen (Octonauts):

Captain/Professor Samara Jade Kelp Lieutenant Abigail Avery Doctor Trench Torrent Officer Cardamon Gupata Max Chaundri

Villain Organizations:

The Watcher

Professor Julias Copper

Black Ice Clan:

Black Tack Rolf VonBern Remus Bindle Pocket

The Jersey Gang:

Capone Redsurge Jimmy Rooks Johnny Treebasher

Other Oc's . . .

[rylsticfm]

intro post

i'm rylas (ree-lys) or peyton! i am a minor (08/21) and i use any pronouns with a he/she pref

this is not my first tumblr account but i have decided to rebrand!

i am autistic and my special interests include ace attorney, fall out boy, my ocs, and music!! so that is what i will likely be posting :3 i am an artist. i will be trying to post a lot of art.

i am also a musician though!!! idk how much of that i will post but i will probably talk about it

my favorite ace attorney game is the great ace attorney chronicles and i am very very insane over kazuma asougi and asoryuu. they changed my brain chemistry. i am kind of moreso into dgs than the main series but i am trying to get back into it.

my favorite fall out boy album is save rock and roll and my fav song is the phoenix!!!! i am so very very very insane about this album and song and i'm also very very insane about the ybc as you may be able to tell. my brain also latched itself onto patrick stump for some reason. i saw fob 06/27/23 & 03/07/24 !!!

i may post more about my ocs if people are interested :3 (plepalpslpelase

uhh. please follow me!!! i will follow back. ikind of still do not know how tumblr works but i would like to make mutuals :3

tags i use often enough -

ryblog - reblogs. but it's a pun on my name ybctrick - anything related to young blood chronicles patrick he is my Guy ybcgame - i am So good at managing my hyperfixations so i impulsively decided to make a fanmade game adaptation of the ybc! anything about it will be under this tag art - any of my own personal art! next to that- - illustration - fully done & rendered drawings usually with a background - doodle - any little low effort doodles - portrait - character only drawings! usually refs and then any fandom tags (fall out boy, ace attorney/the great ace attorney, etc)

interests i have overall -

media

(the great) ace attorney

the young blood chronicles

left 4 dead

minecraft story mode

plague inc

omori

needy streamer overload

my ocs i guess?

music i listen to waow

fall out boy

paramore

mitski

chappell roan

jimmy eat world

my chemical romance

marina

pinkshift

daisy grenade

olivia rodrigo

billie eilish

patrick stump

vocaloid

penelope scott

diva bleach

bikini kill

beach bunny

[remiquise]

Redraws of a bunch of old ocs from one really long story my friend and I created. Some of these being first made when i was like 12 or 13. This is just my half of the cast uwu

Names below the "read more";

1:

Tora > Winter Illi > Lancen > Lumi

2:

Yolanda > Eclair > Halla Antal > Innes(/Ivory)

3:

Fyra > Niomie > Etri Jay > Deray

4:

Clearia > Alkalie > Imri Iolani > Yuliya

5:

Sterling > Karval Lantia > Sucrose > Ilowna

6:

Lae > Alvah > Ryla Misery > Misfortune > Val

7:

Chante > Ail > Ylette Agnes > Aridel

8:

Tsunami (Nonna) > Kiyo > Mariel > Erica Nikita > Glen

[luminnara]

Flying On Wings Made From Feathers and Wax | Ganondorf x Gerudo OC | Ch 4

Chapter three | Chapter four | Chapter five

Summary:   10,000 years before the events of Breath of the Wild, a little Gerudo vai moves to the desert and makes a new friend in the form of the young Gerudo prince, Ganondorf. The two grow up together, enjoying a worry-free life…but distant memories of a long-dead demon king and a sheikah prophecy nag at everyone’s minds, and tensions between the Gerudo and Hylians are on the rise. As the years pass, it becomes clear that this little vai will play an important role in the shaping of Hyrule. Loyalty and love will be tested, empires will rise and fall, and at the center of it all is that mysterious godly power…  

Surviving the desert means becoming even harsher than the ruthless sun and the swallowing sands. 

For young Gerudo, that meant survival and combat training. While Ganondorf was allowed the privilege of private tutelage from the best general the tribe had seen in decades—his mother, Mira—Ilula was tossed in with the rest of the vai, donning a training uniform as she trudged across town every morning at dawn. 

“Try to at least pretend you’re alive,” her mother joked one day. She still hadn’t told Ilula of her newest assignment from the chief, and as time wore on, she hoped that she might not need to. Ilula was fifteen, halfway through her training, and in a few short years, Ganondorf would be taking over as king. If he—or Ryla—ordered Kiluki to resume her espionage in Castle Town, she would obey in an instant. Of course she would. She was a proud Gerudo, determined to do whatever was necessary to protect and help her people. Her hesitation was not born of disloyalty, but rather an unwillingness to cause her daughter any pain, and the thought of forcing Ilula to abandon her best friend almost pained Kiluki more than the idea of refusing the chief. 

Almost. 

As Ilula ran off to her morning training, her aunt, Uvira, turned to Kiluki. “Well. She’s certainly dragging her feet today.”

“The other vai still don’t accept her.” Kiluki said.

“I think it’s likely that they never will, at this point.” Uvira sighed, shaking her head. “She’s...different from the rest of them. I dare say Ganondorf doesn’t help her fit in.”

“No, I’m sure he doesn’t.” Kiluki chuckled as she cleaned up the bowls and plates from breakfast. “Though he makes sure they can’t bully her.”

“She makes sure they can’t bully her.” Uvira snorted. “That vai is made of fire and sand seal oil, I swear. Takes after her mother.”

“Oh, please.” Kiluki rolled her eyes. 

“It’s true! Why else do Mira and Ryla trust you so much?” Uvira asked. 

Her sister glared at her. “Don’t speak on such things so openly.”

“Yes, yes, my apologies.” Uvira said sarcastically. “I am but a humble melon vendor, what do I know about espionage?”

“Uvira…”

“Yes, yes.” she held her hands up in surrender, lips quirked into a smile. “Let us continue speaking about Ilula.”

“I would much prefer that.” Kiluki said. 

“I know you still worry, but...well, someone has to be the runt. There will always be someone who’s the smallest, or slowest, or weakest. She seems to be doing quite well, all things considered.” Uvira shrugged. “It is a shame she doesn’t have any other female friends, though.”

“I know.” Kiluki sighed. “I had hoped that she would fit in better here than in Hyrule, but...evidently, I was wrong. If it weren’t for the prince, I fear she would be completely alone…”

“Well, perhaps that’s where her future lies. Being best friends with royalty certainly isn’t a bad thing.” 

“No, but she would fare better with more friends. Like us--we both had plenty of friends growing up.”

“And how many of them do you regularly speak with?” Uvira raised an eyebrow. 

“Well…”

“I just think that Ilula is doing perfectly fine. Ganondorf has been loyal to her.”

“Loyal to a fault, perhaps.” Kiluki mumbled. 

“You know Mira would never let him shirk his responsibilities. Both he and Ilula are proud Gerudo, and that’s that.” Uvira stood and clapped her hands. “Now, are you going to help me open the stall? Now that that sandstorm has died down, we should finally be getting some travelers coming through, and I, for one, would love to actually make some extra money today…”

Kiluki sighed and nodded, and a few minutes later, they were both walking out into the morning sun. As she helped Uvira get ready for the day, though, her mind was elsewhere, constantly drifting back towards thoughts of her daughter, and the prince, and the chief. Ilula was hard at work, focusing on her training, and to burden her with espionage and politics just didn’t seem fair. Kiluki couldn’t speak of any of it to anyone outside the chief’s inner circle, and so she was left to mull it over in her own head, worrying and wondering when she would be sent back to Hyrule.

Hyrule…a lush, green land, with so many more natural resources than the desert had. Yes, the Gerudo managed to thrive out in the sun and the sands, but the Hylians had so much more. They hardly knew what to do with it all, and with relatively good relations between neighboring countries, the royal family was enjoying a long and peaceful reign. 

Kiluki knew that the chief wasn’t entirely happy about that. 

Though she refrained from telling her sister, Kiluki had received a summons from the palace, in the form of a blank letter, decorated only with Chief Ryla’s seal on the back. She knew all too well that it was serious, and it meant that their happy time in Gerudo Town was coming to an end. As she left Uvira, making up an excuse about finding spices to buy, Kiluki wandered towards the palace and wondered how she was to inform her daughter that they may soon be leaving. It wasn’t fair, and she knew it, though few things were fair when it came to war and politics. She could only hope that Ilula was training hard today, lest the others leave her behind in the dust.

-0-

“Hey!” Ilula snarled, coughing up that very same dust. “That—that was a dirty trick! That wasn’t fair!” 

Chani, a young voe at least a head and a half taller than Ilula, stood over her and snickered. “You think fights are always fair? Grow up, Ilula.”

“You tripped me!”

“Our enemies would do worse. You’re lucky that’s all I did.”

Ilula gritted her teeth as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. Training wasn’t going at all well that morning, and the moment she was paired up with Chani for sparring, she knew it was just going to get worse. And of course, it had; Chani was bigger and stronger and had a nasty streak reserved specifically for Ilula, and whenever Ganondorf wasn’t around, she loved to torment the smaller girl. 

“She’s right.” their trainer said, looking down at Ilula sternly. “If you cannot survive training, you won’t survive war.”

Ilula gritted her teeth angrily, her jaw clenched as she kept herself from replying angrily. She climbed to her feet, taking up her spear again and facing Chani. “Again.”

The taller girl smirked, readying her own spear as the trainer backed away. There was a terrible glint in her eye, the kind that absolutely infuriated Ilula, and as they began sparring once more, it was nearly impossible to contain her anger. Chani was a good fighter, but only because she cheated–and as she sent Ilula flying to the ground once more with a kick to the back of her knees, she laughed meanly. 

“Just give up, pipsqueak.” she sneered. “War is no place for someone like you.”

Ilula narrowed her eyes. She hated it when anyone other than Ganondorf called her names like that. When he did it, it was endearing and fun and lighthearted, coming from someone who was massive compared to her, someone who had earned the honor of teasing her. When Chani did it, the words were laced with malicious intent, always spoken with a cruel laugh. She practically spat whenever she spoke to Ilula, looking down her nose at the smaller girl with a nasty sneer on her face. She loved watching Ilula fail, and sparring was her only real chance to have some fun when the prince wasn’t looming over the runt’s shoulder the rest of the day. 

“Shut up,” Ilula spat, standing once again. She didn’t like Chani, but she wasn’t about to shrug all of her insults off. War was for someone like her, runt or not. She was Gerudo, just like Chani, just like Ganondorf, just like all the others. If there was one thing she knew how to do, it was fight. 

And she was going to show them all. 

She gripped her training weapon tightly as she faced Chani. Ilula didn’t like fighting with spears; even though they were long and extended her reach significantly, she could never get the hang of how they felt in her hands. They felt clumsy to her, and too long to be of any real use. She always used the shortest one available, but unfortunately, they weren’t training with scimitars yet. Ilula had to make do with what she had, and she was determined not to land in the dust again. 

“Again,” Ilula growled.

“Again?” Chani barked a laugh. “Look at you! You’re covered in bruises. You can’t possibly spar more today.”

“I can,” Ilula hissed. “Again.”

The taller girl rolled her eyes and readied herself. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Their trainer, one of the higher ranking Gerudo warriors, looked on curiously as the two began. Ilula wasn’t the best fighter. Anyone with eyes could see that. But she had to admit that the vai had heart, and no amount of bruising could convince her to sit down and give up. That was worth something in itself; Chani was bigger, and stronger, but she was used to living that way. Ilula wasn’t. She was small, and she was at a physical disadvantage…but anyone who roughhoused with Prince Ganondorf had to be resilient, and even as she fell back in the dirt time and time again, she always got back up. 

By the time the sun was high in the sky and everyone was putting their training weapons down, Ilula was coughing up sand. She had been thrown to the ground more times than she could count, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t care. It was the same thing, day in and day out, and while she normally gave up at some point, she hadn’t reached it yet. She wasn’t ready to break. She refused. 

“Again.” She growled out, her teeth clenched. 

Chani looked down at her and scoffed. “No way. We’re finished.”

“Are you refusing my challenge?” 

“Only for your own good.” The bigger girl rolled her eyes. “Face it. You’re never gonna make it.”

She turned, moving to put her training spear back on its rack with the others. Everyone else was hanging their weapons up, grabbing their water skeins and hydromelons as they finished their lessons for the day. Ilula didn’t want to join them, though; she wanted one more shot at Chani, one more chance to win. 

And she had an idea of how to make that happen.

“Wow. I didn’t realize you were such a coward.” She said.

Chani froze, looking back over her shoulder. “What did you just call me?”

Ilula shrugged, feigning innocence. “Just seems cowardly to back down from a fight. Especially an easy one.”

“I told you,” Chani growled, “it’s for your own good. I don’t exactly feel like being the one who breaks you in half.”

“But I want to learn from you,” Ilula lied, batting her eyelashes as she looked up at her peer. “Just one more time. Please?”

Chani took the bait and gripped her spear in her hand. “Fine.”

Ilula had to stop herself from smiling as they readied themselves once more. 

Up above the training grounds, Ganondorf was watching them with an amused smirk on his face. Normally, he was stuck studying at this hour, but today, the chief had called his mother to the throne room, and he was perfectly happy to end his lessons early. Now, with the desert sun high in the sky, the prince was sitting in the window, sinking his teeth into a slice of hydromelon as he looked down at the sparring vai. He wasn’t really interested in most of them, of course, and Ilula was easy to spot as she brandished her spear and lunged towards one of her peers. 

He had been watching his friend train for a while, as he often liked to when he had the free time. She always said he shouldn’t interrupt their training because he was a distraction, and while he had every right to disregard her opinions, he still respected what his oldest (and really, only) friend had to say. So, he tended to stick to the window, entertaining himself with a snack while he looked down at the vai.

Ilula was determined, and she was quick. The spear was too long for her, Ganondorf could tell—why they never gave her something more her size to train with, he didn’t know—but now, after so many failed attempts, she finally seemed to have a real plan. Was Chani slowing down in the heat of the day, after a morning of training? Or was Ilula actually faster than her? Ganondorf couldn’t quite tell, but it didn’t really matter; the smaller vai ducked under her opponent’s spear easily as it jabbed forward, lunging in to deliver a blow of her own. 

Chani’s eyes widened in disbelief when she felt the dull spear knock against her side, and she let out a shout as she whirled around in an attempt to catch Ilula with her own weapon. The runt was too fast, though, ducking out of the way, making herself even smaller than Chani was used to. She stepped around the taller gerudo, catching the backs of her knees with the stick of her spear, and when Chani stumbled forward, Ilula gave her a whack across the back that sent her falling into the sand.

“What?!” Chani yelled angrily, flipping over to face Ilula. “That–that was dirty!”

“I thought fights weren’t always fair?” Ilula smirked, leaning on her spear as she echoed Chani’s words from earlier. 

The other girl narrowed her eyes, then tilted her chin down in shame. “Shut up…”

Ilula’s smirk only widened. “Come on, Chani. Don’t be a sore loser.”

“Sore? I’m not sore.” she scoffed. “I just can’t believe I lost to you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ilula frowned.

“That I shouldn’t be losing to the worst one here,” Chani spat as she pushed herself up off of the ground. 

“Obviously I’m not the worst, then.” Ilula growled. 

Chani’s face twisted into a sneer, and Ilula readied herself to hear any number of biting insults. None came, though; instead, she watched as Chani’s eyes grew wide, the vai taking a sudden step back as she looked above Ilula’s head. She was scared, her lower lip trembling slightly, and after a moment, she dropped to one knee. 

“M-my Prince, forgive me,” she mumbled quickly, eyes trained downwards. 

Ilula stifled a sigh. 

“To what do I owe the honor, my prince?” She asked as she spun on her heel, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 

She immediately had to tilt her head back to look up at his face. Ganondorf seemed incapable of pausing in his growth spurts, and while still in the awkward stages of his adolescence, the prince was growing into a fine young voe. A large young voe. Seriously, how tall was he now? Still not finished growing, and already as tall as the guards who stood at the city gates. 

Ridiculous, in her mind. 

When her eyes met with the planes of his chest, Ilula felt her cheeks heating up in a strange way, and she quickly forced them back up to meet his gaze. More and more lately she had found herself looking at him, fascinated by the angles of his muscles, and she wasn’t sure how to feel about her wandering thoughts. 

Gan cleared his throat. “I finished my studies early today. I thought I would come by and see how your training was going.” 

Ilula resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She knew he was trying to mess with her. She always told him not to come around and interrupt, because of the way everyone else always acted when he did. Everyone always stopped in reverence, and on the rare occasion that they actually got to continue with their lessons, the others always acted strangely, and all semblance of normalcy was lost. Looking around, she saw that this was no different than any other time—they were all down on one knee, heads bowed for their prince. 

All except for her. 

“Have lunch with me,” he said. It wasn’t a request, nor was it a blatant order; it was just a statement, one that he expected her to agree with. 

And she did agree with it, because why wouldn’t she? Lunch was better than whatever Chani wanted to do to her now, and she wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to relax with Gan. 

Finally, at the thought of food and friendship, a smile tugged at her lips. “I would love to.”

She returned her training spear to its place as the others finally stood again and did the same, their teacher speaking with Ganondorf as he waited for Ilula. When she looked across the arena and saw them standing together, she rolled her eyes. He was already the same height as the instructor, who was a tall, muscular Gerudo with bright pink hair and a severe expression. Normally, she looked absolutely terrifying, but she seemed much less threatening standing next to Gan for some reason, even as Ilula approached them. 

“You did well today, Ilula.” She said, looking down at the young vai. “The prince and I were just speaking of your victory.”

Ilula tried to hide her scowl. She knew that she was only being praised because it was Ganondorf. He had no doubt brought it up himself, and the trainer had no desire to anger him by disagreeing. Winning a sparring match was nothing to boast about, even if it was impressive for her, and she was proud. 

“Don’t be so bashful, Lula.” Gan flashed her that smile that she had grown to love over the years and she felt her spirits lifting. “It was clever, what you did. And you’re so light on your feet, you make me look like a moblin.”

Her cheeks flushed and she looked down sheepishly. “It wasn’t that great…”

“You are the quickest out of the bunch.” The trainer nodded sharply. “Chani would do well to remember that she is not guaranteed a victory over every opponent.”

At the sound of her rival’s name, Ilula glanced back up. They were really praising her, weren’t they? It wasn’t just Ganondorf forcing everyone to be nice to her. The trainer’s voice was still as harsh as always, her eyes hard, and if the prince had ordered her to be kind or face his Royal wrath, one would think that she would try a bit harder to seem friendlier than she was. As she looked down at Ilula, there was a seriousness there that told her she was being genuine. 

A small smile crept onto her face, and as she took the hand Ganondorf offered her and followed him away from the training grounds, she felt like she was soaring. 

“You were great,” he said, nudging her. 

“So you were spying.” She snorted a laugh. “I should have known.”

“Can’t I watch you from time to time?” He asked. “You do train just outside my window, after all.” 

“Some might consider that unsettling, you know,” she smiled. 

He paused, letting go of her hand. “…do you?”

“Not really.” She shrugged as she continued walking ahead of him. “Not when it’s you.”

Ganondorf felt his heart leap and he swallowed nervously, his mouth suddenly a bit drier than before. The midday sun usually didn’t bother him much, but…was it a bit hotter than normal today? He felt his face growing warm as he watched his best friend walking away, unsure of what exactly he was supposed to be thinking. This was confusing. This was Ilula! He had known her for a decade. She was his closest companion, someone who was always there for him, tucked right up against his side. He got along with her better than he did anyone else, and at the end of the day, there was nobody he would rather relax with than her. 

He was trapped, frozen in place as he watched her and realized that at some point, his feelings for her had grown beyond friendship. He was impossibly sweet on her, more than he had thought, and he had no idea what to do about it.

“Hey, are you coming?” She asked over her shoulder. “You said we were getting lunch.”

Ganondorf shook himself out of his stupor and forced a lazy smile on his face. “Yeah. We are. What do you want? Your choice today.”

“Something refreshing,” she said as he caught up to her once more. “I’m boiling out here.”

“Then let’s get inside and send for some fruits,” the prince suggested, taking her hand in his again. 

She smiled up at him and he thought his heart might stop. “I’d love that.”

-0-

Lunch was spent in the palace, the serving staff bringing them platters of fresh hydromelons, cool wildberries from the highlands, and even some volt fruits to snack on. Afterwards, Ilula enjoyed a nice nap while Ganondorf sat next to her and busied himself with a book, though his mind was decidedly elsewhere. He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t do anything. His attention was usually at least partially on her when she was nearby, but lately…lately, she seemed to demand all of it, all while never trying. Gan was, for once in his life, unsure of how to handle his new feelings, and as he pretended to read, he debated keeping quiet. Never one to hide, though, always bold, he made up his mind to do something about it, and by the time she had woken up, he was already pulling her to her feet.

“Gan?” She asked, still half asleep. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he promised.

Ilula offered him a sleepy smile and let him half-drag her away from the bed. She trusted him completely, fully, with every fiber of her being. She was used to the way he so often whisked her away, but this time, he didn’t appear to have the city walls or the fountain in mind; instead, he led her out of the palace and out to the sand seal pens, and soon, they were off, racing through the desert. 

Their destination, it turned out, was a small oasis. Lush greenery grew around a clear pool, the leaves of the tall palm trees casting a welcoming shade over the water. As she craned her neck and looked up, Ilula could see palm fruits growing at the tops, a few birds perched among the fronds. It was tranquil, a beautiful, verdant little place amongst the constantly shifting sands that seemed so untouched and so frozen in time. 

“Do you like it?” Ganondorf asked as he watched her. 

She turned towards him with a bright smile on her face, and it made his heart leap. “I love it.”

He stared at her, just taking in the sight of her for a moment before he smiled as well. “Good. I had hoped you might.”

“How did you find this place?” Ilula asked, walking towards the water. 

Ganondorf shrugged as he followed her. “I explored and ended up here one day.”

“Really?” she asked skeptically, glancing over her shoulder back at him. “This is a bit far from town for that…what were you doing all the way out here?”

He wasn’t sure what to say. 

“I…” he cleared his throat. In truth, he had no idea why he knew about the oasis. It wasn’t on any maps, because it was so small, and it did sit a considerable distance from anything resembling a settlement. He had never done any exploration. He was far too busy learning how to be a king for something like that, and he was under constant supervision when he wasn’t off with her. 

So how? How did he know where to find such a perfect little place? 

He just knew. He knew as if he had been there before, just as he knew the desert so well, as if he had lorded over it in a past life. The oasis was familiar to him, and it was comfortable, and he wanted to share it with her and her alone. He wanted it to be theirs. 

Ganondorf cleared his throat, searching for an answer. “I just…found it.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Really?”

He shrugged a bit sheepishly, and she just laughed. 

“You’re amazing sometimes. You know that?”

And he felt his heart absolutely soar.

“It can be a place for us,” he said, catching up to her as she made her way to stand at the edge of the water. “I can bring some supplies out here, and we can come here whenever we want. Just us.”

Ilula slipped her shoes off, setting them aside as she sank down to sit in the sand. “Just us?”

Ganondorf mimicked her, sitting with one leg outstretched, the other bent at the knee. He leaned back on his hands, stretching out some in the shade. “Yeah. No one else.”

She leaned against him. “I’d like that.”

He felt his chest tighten and then release, and he looked down at her. Her, his best friend. The vai he got along with so well that he never wanted to leave her side. The vai he was so completely, incredibly head over heels for. 

His Ilula. 

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Princess Daenerys Targaryen was the daughter of Aegon IV Targaryen and Naerys Targaryen, and the younger sister of King Daeron II Targaryen. Daenerys Targaryen, daughter of Aerys II Targaryen and Rhaella Targaryen, was named after her. It was said that Daenerys loved her half-brother Daemon Blackfyre, and that the main reason Daemon rose in rebellion against Daeron was that Daenerys was denied to him. Blackfyre era.

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Lady Ryla Ryswell, niece of Rodrick Ryswell, head of House Ryswell. The Ryswells rule the Rills, the extensive area between the barrowlands, the Stony Shore, and Blazewater Bay in the north. With all of Rodrick's sons quarring between each other, some claim the rumor Ryla is actually a secret daughter of Rodrick and remains loyal of House Stark. She flee to Bear Island with their best horses and aided in the Battle of the Bastards. OC. Song Era.

Lord Durran Wensington. House Wensington is a noble house from the stormlands, they are a cadet house of House Baratheon foundeed by a bastard during the Age of Heroes. Durran remains in the Stormlands upong the danger of hearing the news Griffin's Roost had been taken by Lord Connington and a Targaryen "impostor". By law of succession, unlike Stannis, he believes the throne should go to Myrcella if Stannis were to die and if all Baratheons perished, it would go to the Wensington. OC, Song Era.

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