#oc: silver flare

[fruifruit]

playing through super mystery dungeon,, lookit my crazy kids :3

[hibiishere]

I’m so happy to finally introduce the official fankids for my au, ‘20 years later’!

It’s been a long journey from January but I can now say that I have designs I am proud of :D!!

[brrtchu]

I really wanted to show this one that I drew yesterday 😍

I love Amy so much, she so goofy and cute💕

Remember when Amy hugged random people thinking that they were Sonic?

In this Au, Autistic Amy does it too! With the exception that she can’t really tell who or what she is looking at exactly. Either due to brightness, contrasts, or trouble focusing. Eye contact makes her uneasy and uncomfortable. Not because of her reaction time.

She can usually tell if Pink Sonic is there by his Star energy. Which doesn’t help much because there are other people who have Star energy. But she is more used to his Star energy than anybody else’s. But that doesn’t mean that it’s different from the others.

Another way she can figure out if it’s Pink Sonic is by touch, sounds, and scent of him. He smells like wild cherry blossoms 🌸 if you’re curious. And it takes her a while to realize who she is interacting with. She doesn’t explore that option very much unless she feels Star energy. Then she takes a stab at it.

Thanks for listening! 😍💕

[ask-luciavampire]

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ask by @foodielovethealicorn

fet @asklightningshadowbolt and @anideterm3

[spiralstereo]

got my braces off today, teeth feel weird as fuck. so heres some art I did

[blazingflareon]

decided to redraw a really old draw your oc meme i did like 5 years ago bc why the hell not

old one under cut bc i dont think i actually ever posted it anywhere lol

:')

[youngblood-valkyrie]

some cool doodles of sonic ocs and characters

-- Please do not repost, edit or use! --

[urdreamydoodles]

HIII I'm a fan of yours and I love your writing style!! May I request a Quicksilver (X-Men evolution or X-Men Apocalypse one) X reader! Where reader has the ability to copy mutant power (she's base on my OC) and has a love-hate relationship with Peter and reader Gets sick and is in the her room resting! Thanks!!

Peter Maximoff (X-Men: Apocalypse) x Sick!Reader

You are sick and Peter comes to see you in your room (Love/Hate relationship)

Sick and resting in your room, you're unexpectedly visited by Peter Maximoff, with whom you shares a love-hate relationship. Despite your usual banter and tension, Peter stays by your side, revealing a softer, more caring side as he looks after you.

Chatacter: Peter Maximoff (X-Men: Apocalypse)

I'm so happy every time I hear I have a new fan! I hope you like it ♡ — Love, Marie, your friendly marvel fangirl

- You’d never admit it out loud, but being sick sucks. Even for someone like you, who can copy the powers of any mutant you come into contact with. Usually, that ability would come in handy, but not today. Your head pounds, your body aches, and you’re sprawled across your bed, buried under a heap of blankets that should make you feel warm but somehow aren’t enough. It doesn’t help that Peter Maximoff, aka Quicksilver, decided today of all days to show up at your door, acting like his usual cocky self.

- Peter’s been lounging around your room for hours now, leaning against your dresser with that infuriating smirk on his face. He’s tossing one of your pillows up and down, occasionally speeding around the room to catch it just before it hits the ground. You glare at him from your bed, your voice hoarse as you say, “Don’t you have somewhere better to be?” He just grins, his silver hair falling into his eyes as he shrugs. “Nah, this is way more fun.” You roll your eyes, even though, deep down, you don’t really mind his company. It’s annoying, sure, but there’s something about Peter that keeps pulling you back. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention.

- “You’re sick,” he says, matter-of-factly, like he’s just figured it out. You narrow your eyes at him, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Wow, Peter, I had no idea. Thanks for the heads-up.” He speeds over to the side of your bed in a blink, resting his hand on your forehead. “Yep, you’re burning up,” he says, his voice a mix of concern and teasing. You swat his hand away, but your heart skips a beat. He’s too close, and even though you feel like crap, the tension between you two is still there, crackling in the air like static.

- The thing with Peter is that for every snarky comment, there’s a quiet moment that follows. He sits at the edge of your bed now, fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “You know, if you wanted attention, you didn’t have to get sick,” he jokes, but there’s a softness in his voice. You don’t reply, feeling a little too exposed under his gaze. It’s rare for the two of you to be like this—alone, with no distractions, no witty comebacks. Just you and him. The silence stretches on, and for once, it’s not awkward.

- You shift slightly, wincing as the soreness in your muscles flares up again. Peter notices immediately, his brow furrowing. Before you can protest, he’s gone in a blur, only to reappear seconds later with a glass of water and some painkillers. “Here,” he says, almost shyly, handing them to you. You take them without a word, surprised at how thoughtful he’s being. This wasn’t like him. You’ve always known Peter as the guy who runs away from responsibility, who never sticks around long enough to care. But right now, he’s here, and he’s staying.

- “You don’t have to stay, you know,” you murmur, though part of you hopes he doesn’t listen. He shrugs, looking away, but you catch the hint of a smile on his lips. “I know. But I’m fast, remember? I’ve got time.” He leans back against the headboard, his shoulder brushing against yours. The contact sends a shiver through you, and you’re not sure if it’s from the fever or something else entirely. You turn your head slightly, watching him out of the corner of your eye. He’s pretending to be engrossed in something on the ceiling, but you can tell he’s aware of your every move.

- The love-hate dynamic between the two of you is exhausting at times. It’s a constant push and pull—one minute, you can’t stand each other, and the next, you’re sharing moments like this. It’s confusing, frustrating, but undeniably exciting. You wonder if Peter feels it too, this unspoken tension that’s been building for who knows how long. Maybe that’s why he’s here now, sticking around even though you’re at your worst. Maybe he’s finally starting to realize what’s been right in front of him all along.

- You feel yourself drifting off, the exhaustion finally catching up to you. As your eyes flutter closed, you feel Peter shift beside you. His hand brushes against yours for just a second, hesitant but deliberate. “Get some rest, okay?” he whispers, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. You don’t respond, too tired to form words, but you feel the corner of your lips tug upward into a small smile. Maybe, just maybe, Peter Maximoff isn’t as impossible as you thought.

[karatekels]

KarateKels Story Masterlist

Hi everyone! I’ve decided to (finally) get my act together and make a masterlist post for all the requests/stories I’ve done so far. I’m going first by character, then adding Dark Desires October and TIGmas posts for if you’re looking for a ~vibe~. Links that have a * indicate the presence of smut, for if you just want to get to the good stuff! 😉

(I'll be going through these posts and updating them slowly when I can't bring myself to write, so if you see anything that needs fixing or you want to suggest ways to make this... less of a clusterfuck, please feel free to let me know!)

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Currently Writing:

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1. Cold Outside (a Jack Blaylock x Reader fic for TIGmas #12 - sorry for taking FOREVER, @babylonianqueenie; I'm really struggling to make this good!)

2. Solar Flare (a Jan Valek x OC fic)

Note: I am taking requests, but seeing that some of them are around a year old at this point, note that it may be awhile! I'm not planning on starting any of my own projects or theme-months until I clear out most of what I have, and thank you all for your patience!

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Terry Silver:

Silver Seduction: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3* | Part 4* | Part 5* | Part 6*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader is the older sister of Jessica Andrews and has taken it upon herself to make sure young Daniel LaRusso stays safe after Jessica returns to Ohio. This includes accompanying him to seek out the training offered by Sensei Terry Silver and learning a few moves yourself from the handsome older man. When his true intentions are discovered, you completely cut him off, but he isn’t willing to let you go so easily. (Reader is in her 20s)

Chef’s Kiss: Part 1 | Part 2*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader is dragged to a charity event by her parents where she meets Terry Silver. They discover that they have a mutual acquaintance, Daniel LaRusso, and Reader joins Danny at the dojo as she grows closer to Terry. Wanting to surprise him one day, she catches Terry relishing Daniel’s torture – now Terry has to make her see reason. (Reader is in her 20s)

Deluge: Part 1

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You get stranded in the rain trying to make your way to Terry’s place for Valentine’s Day, but Terry comes to your rescue, professing his love for you and taking you to his home where you belong.

An Honest Man: Part 1 | Part 2* | To be continued…

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You meet Terry at a party and aren’t impressed by his smarmy exterior, making him determined to win you over. Colluding with your easily wooed coworker, he talks you into a date and slowly seduces his way past your timid, untrusting nature.

Payment Plan: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader sees Terry training in the Cobra Kai dojo while on her way to work and develops a crush on him. They finally meet face-to-face and Terry invites her inside for a free lesson.

Bath Toy: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Terry takes a business call while playing with you in the bath but is interrupted by you not being able to keep quiet. To make up for the inconvenience, you let him use you underwater while he goes about his business.

Cat & Mouse: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader is a rising star at Dynatox and has caught the eye of the boss himself. Despite being the Terry Silver, however, you adamantly reject his advances, forcing him to take more drastic measures to help you see reason. The two of you engage in a game of cat and mouse that culminates the night of a gala celebrating Dynatox’s successes.

Discipline Training: Part 1* | Part 2* | To be continued…

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Terry comes home early from a work trip and catches you touching yourself without his permission. He decides to punish train you in the third 'D': Discipline.

All's Fair: Part 1 | Part 2* | Part 3*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader has been dating Terry for awhile, and he's been patient. When she surprises him with a date at their local funfair, he thinks she'll be willing to finally make their relationship physical. At the top of the ferris wheel, he makes his move. Dubcon.

Unjust Reward:Part 1 | Part 2*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Daniel warns Reader that Terry is nothing but trouble, and she tries to avoid him, but when she's being chased by a group of men she turns to Terry's dojo for help. He swoops in to save the day, but it turns out he was just saving her for himself. Non-con.

Clear as Mud: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You’ve tried to get Terry to open up about his time in Vietnam on more than one occasion, and while he’s been doing his best to help you understand, he ultimately decides that the best way to help you is to put you through something similar, hunting you in the middle of a forest at sunset.

What You Do To Me: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You and Terry have been together for quite awhile now and he is crazy about you. Before he can tell you that he loves you, he decides to test your loyalty by seeing how you respond to another man trying to seduce you at a gala. Once you pass his test with flying colours, he sneaks away with you to confess his love, and shows you just what it’s like to have his full devotion…

Turtle Doves: Part 1 | Part 2

(KK3 Cobra Husbands - Terry/Reader/John) It’s your first Christmas spent with both Terry and John, and everyone is nervous about what to give the others. While you’re confident in Terry’s (often overwhelming) love for both you and John, as well as your own feelings for both men, you’re still unsure of John’s feelings for you with the spirit of Betsy still a looming presence in everyone’s mind.

Songbird: Part 1*

(Terry through the ages) A series of snippets of Terry and his wife in the 90s, 00s and the present. Reader is a singer at the bar that Terry frequents as he hits rock bottom, and the two of you fall in love. Years later, the return of John Kreese into your husband’s live threatens to tear your marriage apart.

Lesson Learned: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3*

(CK Terry x Reader) Reader is a student in Cobra Kai’s adult class and you and Sensei Silver are both clearly attracted to one another. After a month of teasing, Terry decides you’ve both waited long enough.

Strike First: Part 1 | Part 2*

(CK Terry x Reader) Reader and Sensei Silver have been eyeing each other during the dojo’s adult class for awhile now. While you never think it would escalate past flirting, Terry has had other plans, luring you to the dojo when no one is around so you two can get to know each other.

Prized Possession: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) You accompany Terry to a charity event for the first time as a couple and he doesn’t appreciate the attention you receive from the other men in attendance. Upon returning home, he needs to make sure that you both know who you belong to.

As I Am: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) You witness Terry and Daniel’s fight in Stingray’s apartment and desperately want him to lose control with you. Upon making you confess your desires, he gives you exactly what you need. Size kink.

A Better Offer: Part 1 | Part 2*

(CK Terry x Reader) You are Daniel’s assistant at the dealership and a close family friend. When Terry drops by to gather information for his schemes, he decides to scoop you up and make Danny-Boy regret his mistreatment of you, giving you a dream opportunity: organizing the charity auction for Eva Garcia. The two of you develop feelings for one another as you work closely together, and as the events of the auction unfold, the tension between you reaches its boiling point.

Legacy: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) Terry has fallen for the most promising student in his adult class, though she remains oblivious. Though he desperately wants to have her for himself, he fears rejection and settles for privately training her just to be close to her and build a legacy. Eventually, he runs out of things to teach her.

Fresh Start: Days 4 & 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Days 8 & 9* | Days 10 & 11 | Day 12-A | Day 12-B | Day 13-A* | Day 13-B* | Day 13-C | Day 14-A* | Day 14-B | Day 14-C

(CK Terry x Reader) Reader is visiting LA for a few weeks and accidentally wanders onto the estate of Terry Silver, who immediately falls hard for the young woman. With only a few days to convince her to stay with him, he knows he has to pull out all the stops.

Scream for Me: Part 1 | Part 2*

(CK Terry x Reader) Part of the "Fresh Start" universe! Reader makes the mistake of telling Terry that she can't believe he was ever scary, and certainly isn't that way now. Terry decides to teach her a lesson, hunting her in their own home until she admits that he is still very much something to be feared.

Wrapped in Red: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) Part of the “Fresh Start” universe! You and Terry are invited to a Christmas Eve charity gala by your rival for Terry’s affections, and you’re sick of having to endure her flirting with your man. Surprisingly, Victor has an idea that will make it certain who Terry Silver belongs to.

Eye of the Storm: Part 1* | To be continued…

(CK Terry x Reader) Trapped at the airport on Christmas Eve, Terry grows tired of seeing everyone around him with their families and loved ones, and impulsively decides to start a family of his own. Today. He sets his sights on you to get the job done, with you being none the wiser.

Guided Meditation: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) Terry is fed up with your attitude lately, and decides to help you learn how to channel your pent up frustrations through more enjoyable pursuits... for him, anyway.

Party Favours: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) You really don't want your birthday to be a big deal, but Terry is determined to strike the perfect balance, finding just the right way to spoil you...

The Steadfast Tin Soldier: Part 1*

(Twig Terry x Reader) Terry returns from Vietnam on Christmas Eve, and you are the first and only person he wants to see. After years without so much as a letter, you two try to get to know each other once again.

Cash Ewing (Black Friday/The Kidnapping):

Disorderly Conduct: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4* | Part 5 | Part 6

A dark, tragic fic. Reader is a cop who has been working at the same precinct as Cash for awhile, and gets the vibe that something is... off. Trusting her instinct, she follows him to an abandoned building one day and catches him in the act. Unfortunately, he also catches her, and keeps her as a hostage while he tries to figure out his next move. (Takes place before events of the movie)

Person of Interest: Part 1*

You and a friend attend your precinct's Christmas party; the first time you'll be seeing your coworkers since you went undercover almost a year ago. Rather than the happy reunion with your partner and friend Cash, he seems anything but happy to see you. Locked in the basement together, you call Cash out on his BS and finally confront him about his feelings and your own.

Jan Valek (Vampires):

Heirloom: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6*

An enemies to lovers fic with Jan Valek. Reader is Jack Crow's daughter and a vamp-hunter-in-training. When Valek attacks the old Catholic school where the Black Cross of Berziers is kept and discovers his nemesis’s daughter, he kidnaps her in hopes of using her to lure him out but finds himself falling for her instead.

Saturnalia: Part 1*

Valek catches your scent on the wind and plans to feed on you, but after a single conversation with you can’t bring himself to commit such an act. Instead, he plans to find you at your friend's Winter Solstice Masquerade to be close to you, even just for the night.

Solar Flare: Part 1 | In Progress...

As vampires become a growing problem and the number of Slayers dwindles, the Catholic Church decides to perform another ‘miracle’, attempting to create a weapon that will be able to find the despicable creatures in any and all shadows that they may hide. Similarly to the botched exorcism of Jan Valek, the experimental ceremony that Rose Hanlon undergoes doesn’t go exactly as intended, and she escapes the city with a set of abilities she doesn’t even understand.

Gus Travis (Black Point):

In Deep Water: Part 1 | Part 2* | Part 3*

A dark non-con with Gus Travis. Reader is an undercover cop who has gotten in with Gus's gang to get the dirt on him and Malcolm’s crime ring. Gus gets wind of your deception and decides to punish you - for lying, for making him fall for you, for everything.

Terry McCain (Excessive Force):

Yule-Tied: Part 1* | To be continued…

You manage to get Terry to swear off work for a whole week to come with you to visit your family in New York City for the holidays. He has (unsurprisingly) charmed his way into everyone’s good books, so you decide to reward him with an early Christmas present when you get back to your hotel room the night before Christmas Eve.

Jack Blaylock (Ulterior Motives):

Coming soon…

The TIGverse (stories with more than one TIG character):

The NSFW Alphabet: Part 1* | Part 2*

A character study for both KK3 Terry and CK Terry. (I want to do more requests like these, so feel free to send in requests for my thoughts/opinions rather than full on stories if you want!)

A Tale of Two Terrys: Part 1* | To be continued…

(KK3 Terry x Reader x CK Terry) You and your husband (CK Terry) are somehow joined in bed by his younger self, who had been wondering how his future would turn out. Initially protective, your husband talks you into letting his younger self have his way with you before joining in himself.

Mediation: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5* | Part 6* | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9* | To be continued…

(Terry McCain x Reader x Cash Ewing) You are assigned as Terry McCain’s new partner after his previous partner – Cash Ewing – goes to prison for the crimes he has committed. Cash returns to Chicago years later, after his release and rehabilitation, and while he can’t be a cop anymore, he wants to make amends to those he has disappointed with his actions, most of all his former close friend Terry. Terry isn’t receptive to Cash’s attempts at reconciliation, and warns you to stay away from him, having grown very protective of his “work wife.” But you find something of a kindred spirit in Cash and want to help him get a second chance at life, deciding to do what you can to support the man and bring the two friends back together.

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Themes/Challenges

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Dark Desires October 2023:

Unjust Reward Disorderly Conduct Heirloom Scream for Me All's Fair In Deep Water

TIGmas 2023:

Person of Interest Saturnalia Clear as Mud Eye of the Storm The Steadfast Tin Soldier Wrapped in Red Yule-Tied What You Do To Me Mediation Guided Meditation Turtle Doves (Cobra Husbands) It’s Cold Outside (Jack Blaylock) Coming Soon...

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AMAs (ask me anything):

Just in case you are, for some reason, interested in asking me about things or reading about what other people have asked me! (These are fun and I'm happy to answer pretty much any question you feel like asking!)

AMA1 | AMA2 |

[bambisworlds]

azriel x needy!oc drabble

(after writing the ghost x needy oc fic i couldn't resist making one with azriel hehe, i love that man)

content warnings, mdni 18+

f!reader, bambi!oc, p in v, praise, teasing, established relationship, mate!azriel, let me know if i forgot anything x

Azriel expected that he'd be utterly addicted to Bambi once the mating bond sealed between them, but he never expected Bambi to be just as obsessed. After being mated for five years, she was still insatiable when it came to him. Azriel had already made her cum five times tonight, and Bambi still wanted more. "Please, Azzy," she pouts, poking at his abs. Azriel was holding himself up on his elbows above her, breathing heavily, with his cock still deep inside her.

"Just came less than 30 seconds ago, sweetheart. Give me a moment," he pants, rocking his hips subtly to get hard again.

"Need more," she whimpers, wiggling impatiently, hoping to get more friction.

Azriel chuckles, "You're really gonna make me work for it, aren't you, angel?" he smirks down at her, "Five isn't enough?"

Bambi shakes her head, "Just feels so good," she whimpers, wrapping her arms around him.

"Believe me, I know," Azriel chuckles, beginning to move inside her again with a grunt, "I'm addicted to making my sweet girl cum." he pants as he picks up the pace. Bambi responds eagerly, wrapping her legs around his waist. She moans and gasps with each snap of his hips, clinging to him tightly as her heels dig into his ass.

Azriel's nose bumped against hers, his silver chain dangling above her and bumping against the end of her chin with the sway of his thrusts. Bambi's eyes rolled back with a satisfied moan as he found the perfect rhythm, and Azriel smiled devilishly; he loved it when she rolled her eyes back like that. He grabbed her throat and tilted her head towards him as he captured her lips in a kiss, moaning lowly at the exquisite feel of her warm cunt mixed with the softness of her lips. He's already cum three times tonight, but like Bambi, he still couldn't get enough.

"Don't stop, s'good," Bambi begs breathily against his lips as she keeps her legs locked tightly around his hips.

"I'll keep fucking you all night long, baby, don't you worry," Azriel pants, his wings flaring on his back, "You just be a good girl and keep cumming for me." Bambi nods mindlessly, and her eyes flutter in bliss as she surrenders to another orgasm.

if you have any requests including the people on my masterlist please comment them below or on my masterlist!! (check here: about my blog  to see what things i'm not comfortable with in regards to requests <3)

the artwork in the divider is not mine

[nixiefics]

Fire and Runes - Prologue

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x OC (Reilla)

Tropes: Arranged Marriage

Warnings: Targaryen typical incest, smut, canon typical violence and death, swearing, drinking

Daemon Targaryen stood in the dimly lit chamber of his quarters, his hands clenched into fists as he read the letter laid out before him. The candlelight flickered ominously, casting shadows that seemed to dance mockingly around him.

Your Highness,

It is with great sorrow that we received the news of the tragic passing of Lady Rhea Royce. It saddens me that she met her untimely end in a hunting accident, something she was so passionate about. Our hearts mourn her loss, and we extend our deepest condolences to you in this time of grief.

Regards, Viserys I Targaryen

King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm

Daemon's violet eyes narrowed with cold calculation as he absorbed the words. Rhea's death had been no accident; he had orchestrated it with meticulous precision to sever the ties that bound him to a woman he detested. The marriage had been a political alliance, one he had never wished for and had sought to dissolve by any means necessary.

There was no room for guilt in Daemon's heart. Only a chilling resolve and a sense of relief that his scheme had succeeded. Before he could ponder further, a soft knock at the door broke the silence. "Enter," Daemon commanded, his voice betraying none of the turmoil raging within.

Ser Gerold Royce, nephew of Rhea and harbouring deep-seated animosity towards Daemon, stepped into the room, his expression sombre yet tinged with a hint of satisfaction. "Daemon," Gerold began carefully, "We heard that you received a raven from the King and I have come with glad news."

Daemon regarded Gerold with a steely gaze. "Speak," he commanded, his tone brooking no hesitation.

Gerold hesitated briefly, then continued with calculated intent. "Rhea bore you a daughter, Daemon. Before her untimely demise."

Daemon's jaw clenched involuntarily, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. Rhea's child.

Daemon's mind raced, his thoughts a tumultuous storm of disdain and apprehension. A child would solidify the marriage in the eyes of the court, tethering him to Rhea's memory in ways he abhorred; something he had not accounted for when he had conceded to share her bed nine months earlier, as he had always thought her barren.

Gerold's voice carried a hint of glee as he continued, knowing the impact of his words. "House Royce has made preparations to foster the child in the Vale until the time is right. She is already betrothed, by the agreement between House Royce and King Viserys, to marry young Aegon Targaryen when the time comes."

"I need to see her," Daemon stated tersely, his voice betraying none of the turmoil raging within. "Bring her to me, Gerold. She is mine to acknowledge, if only to ensure she is truly mine."

Gerold's eyes sparked at having unsettled Daemon, yet he maintained his composure. Daemon's implication of Rhea's infidelity would not stand. "I'm afraid that won't be possible, Daemon. She was born healthy with a head of thick, silver hair and her eyes already tinge lavender. Reilla is now a ward of House Royce, and she will remain in the Vale until she is of age."

Rage flared within Daemon, his control slipping. With a swift, furious motion, he swept a glass off the table, shattering it against the stone wall. "You dare defy me, Royce?" he hissed, his voice a dangerous whisper.

Gerold stood firm, his satisfaction evident despite Daemon's outburst. "She is under our protection, and it will remain that way. You will not lay a hand on her."

Daemon's eyes blazed with fury, but he knew better than to push further in this moment. With a final glare at Gerold, he stormed out of the room, his mind a seething vortex of anger and resentment.

Outside, the air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the storm within him. Without a second thought, he made his way to where Caraxes awaited. The dragon's crimson scales glinted in the moonlight as it sensed its rider's agitation.

Daemon mounted Caraxes, the dragon's powerful muscles tensing beneath him. With a mighty roar, Caraxes took to the sky, wings beating against the night air. As they soared over the Vale, Daemon's thoughts turned to Reilla, the daughter he could not reach.

[emthimofnight]

HOLY SHIT HIBI????? THIS IS SO CUTE I'M 😭❤️❤️❤️ Flare is SOOOO adorable, look at his lil poofy tail!!! And you drew Jade BEAUTIFULLY, she looks absolutely stunning!!! WOW!!! I need to draw more Jade now 🥰

Love at first sight (fight)

I am single handily giving the people Jade fan art 😂 This is not even what I wanted to post today but your daughter is too beautiful I could not resist @emthimofnight I am sorry 😭🤣

[brrtchu]

“Say Cheese!”

Collaboration with @jayden-for-now !!!

Super cute 🥰 but we had a LOT of transparent madness! And I forgot Amy’s ear muffs. 🥺

[wixxid]

IVORY  · PART ll

Fandom: Dune

Pairings: Feyd-Rautha x Atreides!Female OC

Words: 1,658

Warnings: dark themes, abuse, and arranged marriage

Summary: Deceit leaves you waiting in doubt, while also allowing you a glimpse into the violence that is house Harkonnen.

"It's been days."

Sitting at the metal dining table, you stare down at the meal sitting on your plate; a platter of strange meat and fruit. It's late evening and yet you've still to see the sky. The duke sits the table opposite of you, troubled with a face equally as displeased as you sound.

Three day's have passed since your arrival to Giedi Prime.

That's how long you've been waiting to hear from the Barron. That's how long he's been making the envoy wait, with little to no news other than the fact his nephew is nearing to the planets orbit.

Feyd-Rautha was never here.

We've travelled time and space only to be left in disillusion. Stranded and seething in what is only another insult. The Barron had denied all your fathers requests to speak. We're to simply wait the coming time for the ceremony to take place.

"Is he dead?"

The question slips from between your lips, more as a suggestion than a question. In these last few days you've been contemplating the delay in your marriage to the Harkonnen. Your mind couldn't help but wander to the faint possibility.

You're father glanced you and then to the female servants. He utters, "Don't say that?"

Turning your eyes to the women, you observe how still the three of them stand. Their bald heads are bowed lowly, their eyes everted as if it were forbidden to look upon us. Neither of them spoke, a noticeable trait amongst these walls. It's terribly quiet.

"Do you think they listen?"

The duke sighed with a gesture, "All of you, leave us."

Immediately, the three women scurried from your site and out of the dining room. It leaves only the two of you now. Taking your glass of drink, filled with a substance you could only describe as strong - alcoholic - you take a sip.

"Don't get comfortable," he counselled. "They all listen. The servants. The guards. The walls. There's nowhere here you can ever believe is secure."

"Then why do we stay?"

He paused, "You know why."

Getting up from your seat, you headed towards a decorative wall ornament. A silver plate, rippled and bent into an unusual disk. The shiny chrome reflects the jarred image of your pale face.

"I'd accepted my fate from the beginning," you started whilst refusing to look at him. You can feel the emotions bubbling within your chest. "I'd made peace and readied myself for our arrival - and for nothing - to be made a fool."

"If he didn't need our alliance, then we wouldn't be here."

"You think he'd kill us?"

"Yes, and yet we still breathe," replied your father. "Whatever it is that's happening, it's not without reason. I don't believe this is the Barron's doing."

"Then it's true."

"What is?"

Your turned around, "Feyd-Rautha."

The duke tensed at the mention, before looking away with a sigh of defeat. It haunts him. Your father never wanted to speak of the marriage. It was your mother who came to you after the fact, confessing the identity of your match.

Your father is too shamed. Surrendering to the enemy and going so far as to parlay with his only daughter. It had hurt the mans pride, not only as a duke but as a father. He wanted better for you, better than a monster.

"He can't hurt -."

"Don't lie to me," you interjected. "As soon as it's done and I'm alone, there's nothing he can't do to hurt me."

"He won’t kill you."

"No," you mutter bitterly. Pausing, you emptied your cup with a last mouthful. "That would mean mercy."

Pursing your lips, you flare at his poor attempt to reassure your welfare. There's paths worse than death, and murder is too clean. Striding across the dining hall, you exited hastily without properly bidding him goodnight.

It angers you.

This waiting game has brought you to the edge of sanity. As you said before, you'd made peace with the situation, but now you're unsure. You're stuck in a twisted purgatory; neither free from this place nor bound to it.

Navigating the abandoned hallways, the click of your heels echoes amongst the wide tunnel like space. The palace is endless and vast, and sometimes you wonder what you might discover if you were to steer from the trail.

There's much the other houses don't know about the Harkonnen's. They're a secretive and sly race, who don't take kindly to sharing their technology and resources; other than the exorbitant production of Spice.

"Why are you following me?"

Pausing in the middle of the hall, you waited for the hidden figure to emerge from the shadows. You had herd them trailing you from the moment you left the dining room. Their mind is far too active for you to ignore amidst the emptiness.

"It's only polite to mind one's guests. The palace walls can easily deceive the unfamiliar."

Piter appears the dank recesses of the hallway, still clothed in traditional black. The two of you have barely associated after your initial contact upon arrival, but you aren't at all surprised to find him lurking.

"And what might I find, if I were to stray?" you asked daringly. "Perhaps the truth?"

"The truth isn't always worth it's labour."

You're gaze narrows, "Tell me what you want."

"Answers," he simply responded. "It's my function to seek answers - even to questions still yet to come."

"Isn't it only inevitable."

"In a manner, but why not reach for the power of foresight?"

Stepping towards him, you inch closer to the mentat; until you're merely inches from one another. Although he doesn’t move, you can see the uncertainty in his face. He expects you be otherwise, but you react differently; a miscalculation.

“Tell me my future.”

He looks at you with hesitation, before answering. “Your future is your own creation. But,” he adds whilst looking you up and down. “I do expect it be bleak.”

You scoff beneath your breath. He’s blunt, but at the very least he shows honesty. It may not be on the most respectful of terms, but it's better than you expect. Eyeing him once more, you leave Piter alone in the darkened hallway.

Walking back to your room, you're quick to take notice of the servant standing idly outside of your doorway. This one’s different. You’ve not see her face before. There seems to be quite a few, following you like shadows.

“A bath,” you instruct, to which she obeys.

Opening the door to your room, you enter first while she trails afterwards. Swiftly she maneuvers herself to prepare the bath in the adjoining room. It’s gives you time to breath, and you do so deeply.

The weight on your shoulders is overbearing. A force to be reckoned. You’ve been on constant guard the moment you step foot on this rock, and although you know you shouldn’t allow yourself to slip, you bring yourself at ease.

If only for a moment.

The servant returns, helping you undress from the layers of clothing that've been shielding you from the many faces. They’re not to see you before the ceremony, but you’d rather they don’t see you at all.

It’s easier to hide.

Slipping into the hot bath, you submerge down into the milky white water. It smells subtle but flowery, not a smell you first expected to breath in a place like this. You'd expected something unpleasant and sterile.

They say the Barron himself bathes in vats of black oil. They dredge it from this very terrain. It's supposedly a mineral enriched concoction. A way to heal the mans fowl wounds and morbidly ill health.

Improbable.

Rotating your neck, you ease the taut ache within your muscles. The ceremony will be soon, if not tomorrow then surely the next. You’ve not seen their ways of marriage, but you imagine it to be cold and emotionless; savage.

It’ll more akin to a fete, than a true celebration.

Sponging along the length of your arms and shoulders, the servant carefully washes you as if you're made of precious material. Leaning over, you cant help but catch site of the bruised flesh at her collar.

“Stop.”

Immediately, the woman stills like a statue. Your damp fingertips running across her soft but marred skin; the color of deep purple. She flinches when you press the tender wound. It's recent enough.

“Who did this to you?”

Remaining quiet, her unmoving eyes stare into the distance. Fear or loyalty. Either way she refuses to reveal the abuser. The artery at her neck throbs with the increase of her heartrate.

“Speak.”

She stumbles at the sound of The Voice. It brings her to her knees, hand splashing against the waters surface as she tries to steady herself. The answer you compel comes unwillingly and to a surprise.

“Ne-Barron."

Frightful eyes gape up at you, body shaking as she tries to come to terms with the power that'd overcome her freewill. Disorientation. As much as her instincts beg for her to flee, she makes no move to runaway; to scream in horror and obscenity.

Instead, she collects herself as much as she can, before retrieving the sponge to continue bathing your flesh. There's no need to force for further elaboration. Her words came accompanied with a testament of emotions.

Torture.

Torment.

A common endurance on this planet. Resting in the bath, you only need to imagine as to why the brute would decide to leave the servant so obviously bruised and battered; only the reason hardly matters. Logic is for the sane.

Feyd-Rautha is psychotic.

Your only real concern is, if he's so willing to inflict pain and suffering to that of his own people, then what might he do to you; an outsider. An Atreides. Those bruises hold no shame or remorse. They stand as his representation.

Would he make you walk among them as another?

A symbol of his dominion.

[bardic-tales]

Title: Library

Pairing: Bianca(f!OC) / Sephiroth

Other Characters: Asmodeus (m!OC)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1435

Fandom: Final Fantasy 7

Setting: Underground Library in Final Fantasy 7 OG

Warnings: Abandonment, blood, body horror, captivity, combat, death threats, demonology, disfigurement, distress, hallucinations, manipulation, mental instability, mind control, mutilation, supernatural horror, toxic relationships, violence.

Summary: Bianca battles a twisted illusion of Sephiroth which is conjured by her demonic father in the Underground Library.

Prompt Filled: Library

Created for: #SephirothWeek, hosted by the lovely people at @week-of-silver-winds

Author’s Note: As always, please read over my warnings, since I list the general themes, too, in case there is any content that may be uncomfortable to my reader. This one features a battle, body horror since it features Bizarro-Sephiroth, and I can get somewhat descriptive in battle scenes.

Excerpt:

Bianca’s breath came in ragged gasps as she stood in an alcove in the underground library. Once more, she tried to open the door, but she found it locked. He had locked her in, but why?

The air was thick with the scent of worn pages and old leather, as the flickering light from the scattered candles cast long shadows across the ruin bookshelves. She tightened her grip around Noctemaris, her father’s demonic tachi. The dark blade hummed with a faint, corrupted resonance in her hand. Her wings flared behind her, the white feathers rustling in the unnatural currents of power that filled the chamber. She could feel Sephiroth’s presence, but it was wrong. Like her, he always carried a taint within him, but it was never as powerful as it was now.

Sephiroth simply turned the key and secured her captivity, locking her in here and abandoning her. She remembered the look in his eyes, as if nothing was there.

A low growl echoed through the library. Her senses strained as she scanned the darkness for the sound. As if summoned by her thoughts, the shadows converged on one spot at the end of the room. The wind became stronger and blew the books off the shelves, hitting her shoulder and chest. Then the shadows dissipated. Her mind grappled with what she saw: him.

This was not the man she had told she loved a mere two hours before his mind snapped. This was a grotesque distortion, a monstrous form that towered above her to the ceiling and toppled the surrounding bookshelf.

This creature had a corpse-like skin, with dark, purple veins pulsing with malevolent energy, mottling its grey surface. Bull-like horns jutted from either side of its head, curling menacingly aloft. As she narrowed her gaze, clenching her fingers tightly around Noctemaris, she observed a grotesque locust-like naked woman on top of its skull, twitching like a parasite. That’s what this influence truly was: a virus and a parasite.

Still, as she stared at it from the glowing egg-like orb, she couldn’t smell the scent of her beloved. This was not him, but merely a trick. The scent of blood and smoke took the place of roses, vanilla, and sandalwood. She had to get through him to arrive at Sephiroth’s side in Nibelheim.

Bizarro-Sephiroth’s and Jenova’s bug-like eyes stared down at her with a sickly, green glow.

“Asmodeus,” Bianca hissed, understanding that this abomination was no mere hallucination. It was an illusion — albeit a convincing one who had the power to end her life — but it was still an illusion, a cruel mockery of what her beloved would become to break her will.

“Amara.” The creature used Bianca’s middle name, cementing in her mind that this was not Sephiroth but her father. The creature’s voice was deep and distorted, almost as if it were painful to talk. “You always did cling to fantasies. Do you think he’ll love you after what you’ve become? After what he will become?”

Bizarro-Sephiroth floated towards her. The egg-like orb scraped against the floor and left a trail of jelly-like mucus behind him, splattering on the wall and bookshelf. Her thin, blonde brow narrowed, and the bridge of her nose wrinkled.

“I would follow Sephiroth into any abyss or world.” She raised Noctemaris. The star-drench blade shimmered in the candlelight, casting dancing shadows upon the toppled bookshelves and stone walls. “And if you think you can break me, Father, then you underestimated your own daughter. I will have my vengeance for my mothers and my husband.”

Noctemaris responded with a brilliant flare. Its surface swirled with nebulas and stardust. An aura of shadow crackled around it, as the blade tore its energy from the very fabric of the universe, casting an ethereal glow that shimmered like the night sky.

Bizarro-Sephiroth lunged, swinging his wing-like as thick as a tree trunk. The monstrous appendages cut thought he shadows of the Underground Library like immense scythes.

Bianca’s wings beat the surrounding air, propelling her upwards with a silent grace as she twisted above the gory feathers. She countered immediately. The cosmic tachi blazed with the light of distant galaxies. With a burst of power, Noctemaris’ slash carved through the darkness and slashed across the creature’s wing.

Guilt erupted within her, consuming her. She had only met Sephiroth recently, and she fell for him completely. She needed to remind herself that this creature was not Sephiroth but Asmodeus’ version of him.

The beast let out a furious roar, staggering back as the cosmic energy seared its grotesque flesh, leaving a trail of stardust glowing across the charred wound. As if sharing in the creature’s agony, the ‘locust’ on top of its head, fused to its skull, hissed.

With another feral snarl, Bizarro-Sephiroth retaliated, sweeping a wing across the library in a wide arc, the strike tearing through bookshelves and stone alike. She ducked down in time to slide beneath the limb.

Bianca held her hand up with her fingers outstretched. A corrupted wing surged forth with a malevolent force, buffeting the winged abomination that Asmodeus had summoned on the Planet. The gust clawed at his ashen hide, tendrils of shadow coiled around the damaged flesh, penetrating deep within his veins, pumping his fetid blood into her own body.

Still, the illusion loomed over her. It was relentless in its assault. Each swing of its massive wings carried monstrous strength.

“You will never be his equal, Bianca,” the beast’s voice reverberated with a deep and mocking tone, echoing through the cavernous room. “You are nothing but a stray at his heel. Stop foolishly chasing a dream that is already lost and come home. You will be my princess, and I will be the King of Existence.”

“I do not need to be his equal!” Bianca retorted, her voice a fierce growl now. “I only need to stand beside him. And I will tear down anyone who tries to take him from me — this alien force that is influencing him and even you, Father.”

Her wings flared out as she ascended towards the ceiling. Shadows warped around her. In the next moment, a dozen mirrored images of Bianca sprang into being, each an identical reflection of her. The illusions danced around the massive form of Bizarro-Sephiroth, weaving between his strikes and confusing him.

The abomination let out a furious bellow, swinging wildly at the apparitions, but each one dissolved like mist at the touch of his massive wings.

With the monster momentarily distraction, Bianca surged downward from above, Noctemaris aimed straight for the creature’s glowing orb where its body was. The cosmic tachi plunged deep. The stardust along its edge flared like a nova as Bianca drove it into the hardened cocoon and impaled the figure within it. Cosmic energy exploded outward, surging with a violent burst that sent the abomination stumbling backwards. Its grotesque form flickered as the illusion unraveled, exposing the twisted demonic magic that had created it.

Breathing heavily, Bianca landed in a crouch. Her wings folded behind her in a cascade of velvety white feathers. Her gaze remained locked on the distorted Sephiroth.

“This ends now, Father,” she whispered, extended a hand towards the fabric of reality itself. Blood dripped down her nose and onto the journals and text laying at her feet. Her body felt like giving out, but she needed to push herself a little longer.

Her blood-red stiletto nails glinted as she slashed through the air, tearing open a gash in the very veil of Asmodeus’ magic. Levitating off the ground, her wings unfurled to their full span, casting shadows across the stone floor. She raised Noctemaris high. Its cosmic surface pulsated once again with star dust.

With a swift, decisive slash, she cut through the gash. The blade channeled her dimensional energy and widened the tear into a full-fledged portal. The rift expanded, framed by writhing shadows and licking flames, an infernal portal that will allow her to jump through dimension to dimension: a toll that would weigh heavily on her body and secure her capture by Professor Hojo and Shinra during this night, but that future didn’t matter to her. Bianca needed to save him.

As she glanced one last time at the fading illusion of Bizarro-Sephiroth and the twisted grimace on his face, she plunged into the swirling vortex. Her form vanishing soon after.

After the portal sealed shut behind her with a last crack of flickering flame, the Underground Library descended into a heavy silence. Its echoes faded like the remnants of a forgotten nightmare to be rediscovered in five years’ time.

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[zolass]

𝗔 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗧𝗼 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗢𝘄𝗻

ㅤㅤㅤ···─A WORLD TO CALL OUR OWN

Summary: Lunara once was a beautiful planet, blue and silver sky. The ground was a lush green valleys and long fields of gras, between the green were cities reached far into the sky. It was once such a beautiful home, and now it was a haunted land. When did it go wrong?

FEATURING: THORNE DE VÉRES x MALE READER

Hellou peepol, so I did this blog to announce the first OC x Male Reader.

Well Original Character that I created especially for the male readers, so welcome Thorne. I actually just thought it would be a fun thing to do- definitely not letting my other Oc stories rot in the corner rn, but anyways.

This is simply a 'short' intro for the world and story, the planet it the story takes place is Lunara, and it's a apocalyptic /post apocalyptic world. Just gonna say it's def heavily inspired by Maze Runner (I'm a sucker ngl) bc I have no clue how to write apocalypse stuff.

Anyway maybe if people like it, I will continue it and if there's questions for the world or character (I currently just have Thorne ngl) just ask lil ol' me :)

Was it always supposed to end like this? In so much pain and loss?

Having to watch the infection spreading, slowly turning your loved ones into something entirely different, something that’s just.. Not them anymore.

Devastating as people were reduced to nothing else than beings on the brink of death, with an insatiable hunger lying in the pit of their existence. No remorse as they would tear into their once loved ones, giving the surviving no other choice than to end the miserable life that they have left.

But with the virus came an astrological event that seemed to be rather a blessing and curse as through this there was another virus flaring up. It made more people sick, they would suffer from high fever and chills to hallucinations. Their skin would turn a slightly unnatural color around joints and face, while their body fights against the virus, it would cause metallic tastes in their mouth.

After the first virus wiped out almost half of the human population, the second virus wiped out quite a lot of them too, if it was to the fear of others, simply shooting or decapitating their allies, to the victims taking their own lives, not able to stand through the horrendous pain. Many people died to so many cruel things, you’ve never seen so many deaths in front of your eyes, and you wished you never had to.

Some of these deaths were your close friends and families, who either got infected and turned into one of the many zombies, like your parents. The other’s died through either fear or accidents, or through the second virus that landed through asteroids on the planet, you watched as your little sister screamed in pain, while you tried to hold her still in your arms. 

A gun raised to her head, you still remember it so vividly in your mind. The group leader took his shot, the deafening silence as the body of your struggling sister went limp in your arms, and the screams coming to an instant stop, only reverberating in the narrow alley.

That night you left, with your dead sister in your arms, cradling her close to your chest. It wasn’t a time where it was smart to take revenge, but there was definitely a time, your old group leader would suffer and only for a while was this thought like balsam on the imaginative gaping wound in your heart.

While on the other side, there was Thorne Dalca, the rich heir of a prestigious family, he was alone in his apartment while the world turned to shit, and it was even worse as he didn’t know where his parents were. The first few days he was safe in his apartment, he stayed silent when there were groans at his door, or the screams of neighbors, well the ones below him, as there isn’t really a way to get into his apartment except with the elevator and a security key needed to even get on his floor.

But of course, food would go out, and so came the time where he had to step out if he wanted to survive. 

Crossing paths with a group of survivors, Thorne joined them for some time. Which didn’t come with stupid comments about being a rich heir in an apocalypse, he soon left them behind one morning, too fed up with their bullshit. He wandered alone for a while, getting blood on his hands when people decided to attack him for no reason or some of the infected trying to feast on him.

While he joined and left groups through the years, it took a bit until he found a group he stayed in, yet it didn’t take long until he was known as Thorne De Véres in his group and soon it spread to the groups they encountered. 

Many would think as a rich heir he wouldn’t try to get his hands dirty, but he did. While it shouldn’t be the time to take even more lives, Thorne did anyway.