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redheadspark · 9 months ago

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Summary - a few of Alec Rhysand's firsts. Part of the Ocean Eyes Series

Warnings - just fluff :)

Crawling

Alec was always a babe of observation, ever since he came into the world screaming and making his presence known in Velaris. He loved knowing what was happening around him, his bright blue eyes always moving and gazing around. You knew he inherited it from his father: always watching with silence. It made you laugh to see almost the same look on your son’s face as his father’s own face when they were side by side, even giggling at one point as Azirel was holding Alec and they were watching Cassian and Rhysand banter with one another during one of your Inner Circle dinners that was held once a month. You were hiding your laugh behind your smile, not wishing to ruin the moment of your mate and son showing the same judgemental face towards Cassian as he was trying to make the table laugh with an Illyrian camp story. The only other person who caught on was Feyre, who was hiding her smile behind her wine glass.

You were not even surprised when it came to Alec wishing to crawl. When he wasn’t being held by Azriel or when he wasn’t on your hip, he was sitting upright and looking at everything around him in earnest. Although you were never too far away from him while he was perched on a quilt that was a gift from Elaine, he was always observing everything. Perhaps you could tell he wanted to be able to move around and be closer to you and Azriel, or he simply never wanted to miss out on what was happening with his family during gatherings, Alec was ready to move.

It finally happened one afternoon, you were gathering some lavender from the garden outside your house since it was now overgrowing. Azriel was inside the house, going over last-minute spy information he got from Dawn Court. He wanted to make the proper paperwork before giving it to Rhysand and Feyre, then making sure to devote the rest of his time to both yourself and Alec.

You were humming, enjoying the small amount of sun you’d had for the first time in a week since it was still technically the rainy season in Night Court. Clipping a few tall strands of lavender that were full and ready for use, you paused to look over at Alec who was only a foot or two way on his quilt, seeing him play with the wooden blocks that were his favorite toys. You admired him, seeing how he was growing day by day before you could simply stop time itself. One minute he was an infant swaddled in your arms, and now he was on his way to the toddler years. Time was now a thief to you, a thief that you hated but at the same time, you savored the small moments. Like now, playing with the wooden blocks in his chubby fingers and babbling to himself to keep himself occupied while his mother was not too far away.

“Honey, I’ll be ready to head out to the River House in about 10 minutes,” Azriel called out from inside the house, “Feyre wants to have you and Alec come along too. Apparently, Nyx wants to see his cousin,”

You had to laugh as you grabbed the clippers again and snipped a few more lavender strands to place in the basket. You of course weren’t paying attention to your son, though you knew that he was alright in his spot and with his favorite blocks. But you heard a new sound, apart from the soft breeze in the high trees behind your house and the bumble bee that was hovering near the lavender garden. It sounded like movement in the grass to which you paused to look.

Your eyes went wide at the sight: of Alec crawling over to you.

His eyes were on you, big and shining blue in the sun as his dark hair was pushed out of his sight, a gleeful grin on his face while his hands and knees were working overtime. It was almost like a dream seeing him crawl to you, determination on his face as his eyes were zoned in on you. A smile appeared on your face, an overwhelming sense of joy while you finally found your voice.

“Azriel!” You called, not wanting to sound concerned or panicked but wishing to get his attention. You knelt down, placing the clippers down as you held out your hands for Alec, hearing him giggle as he was still crawling over towards you. Although he wasn’t fast, you knew he was determined, and you were patient as you heard the back door open abruptly.

“What is it—“ Azriel fell silent after he saw Alec crawling toward you, a smile was now on his face too as Alec was so close to getting to you. The determination on Alec’s face, let alone a hint of stubbornness that he got from his father, made your heart beyond full as he finally made it into your arms. You Immediately engulfed him close, peppering his face with kisses as Alec squealed in delight. Azriel’s own arms were around you from behind, the three of you enjoying this small moment together as a family.

You hated time, but not in this moment with your son.

First Words

“Come on, Alec. I know you wanna say your first words, come on!” Azriel urged his son, who simply grinned with a hint of saliva on his chin. You had to laugh from your spot on the couch, thumbing through another page in the book you were currently reading thanks to Nesta. Azriel was on the floor, back against the couch near your leg as Alec was perched in his lap. With the rain coming through Velaris and making all of its residents stay inside, you and Azriel did not mind one bit. With a roaring fire in the fireplace and a roast already cooking in the oven, it was the perfect day to have family time together.

Azriel made it his mission to make Alec say his first words, which amused you since you weren’t too worried about it yourself. Alec would squeal, shriek, and babble to his heart’s desire when something amused or intrigued him. He was no quiet babe, nor was he screaming constantly either. But Alec made his voice heard constantly, a pleasant sound to your ears from morning to night. Azriel could tell it was on the tip of his tongue that his son wanted to say his first word, and he would try and coax it out of him whenever he could. Yet Alec was still shy and reserved, an evident trait he inherited, and you knew he would talk when he was ready.

“You can do it, buddy!” Azriel tried again, only seeing Alec smile at him with a gummy grin and giggle as his father rolled his eyes. You had to swat his shoulder with your book as he looked at you.

“He’ll speak when he’s ready,” you reminded your mate, though Alec was still staring at you lovingly with his bright eyes while your mate was glaring at you, “No need to pressure him, sweetheart,”

“He’s so close to talking though,” Azriel commented as you giggled, leaning down to kiss Azriel’s forehead lovingly as he shoved your leg with his shoulder, “He’s a smart boy and I know he wishes to talk,”

“And he will, when he’s ready too. I think he’s inherited his stubbornness from you,” you joked with him as you got up from the couch. Azriel rolled his eyes at you as you leaned down to kiss Alec on the head. As you were moving away from the pair of them to head to the kitchen, a clap of thunder was heard near the mountain range. The rain got louder, but it would never mask the soft sound heard from Azriel’s lap.

“Momma!”

You froze in your spot, hearing that singular word sound so light like a cloud, and cheerful, almost like bells. Was it a trick that was playing in your mind? Were you hallucinating? You had to turn around to the source of the voice, seeing Azriel too was frozen as Alec was still in his lap, but his gorgeous eyes were on you and you only. He grinned, the spitting image of his father from the hair to his nose and cheeks, his hands were clasped together.

Alec said his first word. He called out to you.

“Did he….” You trailed off as Azriel was now smiling from ear to ear, laughing as Alec was reaching for you with his little fingers. Your mind was reeling and your heart was about to burst out of your chest from the simple sound of your son calling your name, saying your name so easily as if it was natural to him.

“That’s my boy,” Azriel breathed, trying to hold back his own tears as you finally rushed over to fall to your knees in front of your son. He giggled as you held your hands to your son, almost like an offering of sorts as you found your voice.

“Say it again, baby. Say it again, for me!” You urged him as Alec simply grinned.

“Momma! Momma Momma!” He repeated it, you finally laughed with small tears in your eyes as you scooped up your son in your arms, swinging him around in your arms as he laughed and clung to you. Your world seemed brighter and fuller, all simply from hearing your son call you “Momma”.

Even before this moment, you knew you were his Momma, it was one of the best titles you would ever have and hold close to your heart. But to hear him call you that, with his own unique voice that you would never forget for as long as you lived, it was another wave of love that seemed to overflow within you.

Once you finally stopped twirling your son, you saw the wave of happiness on his own face as you were kissing his cheeks and snuggling him close. A new milestone was made, tucked away in your little home on a rainy day, with the two most important beings in your life, and you couldn’t be happier. Nothing else could replace this feeling, this new core memory.

This small bubble of happiness was suddenly destroyed by another clap of thunder that was closer now, making Alec lose his smile and shake in fear. He hid in your neck, whimpering from the sudden sound as you held him close and rocked him. He was no fan of thunder or loud noises, rightfully so, and to feel him press against you so close to feel safe made your heart break.

“It’s okay, baby,” You cooed as he clung to your shirt and whimpered against your skin. You rubbed his back with your knuckles, kissing his hair over and over while you were swaying in your spot and grinning against his hair, “It’s just noise, little one. Nothing will hurt you, I promise. Momma’s got you, I always got you,”

Azriel got up from his spot on the ground, holding both you and Alec close as you were still consoling your son in your arms. You felt so much pride in your son, though he was still so new to the world and has yet to make his mark. Not to you, he made a place in your heart with no sign of being moved out. Not just from holding your son, but being held by your mate who was just as moved in the small moment in our little home.

You heard Alec once more, whimpering, “Momma,” against your neck as you sighed and grinned at the same time. Looking away from Alec, your gaze went to Azriel who was smiling at you with tears in his eyes. You both shared this small moment as Alec was feeling safe in your hold, Azriel kissing your cheeks with affection while his arms around you felt secure and intimate at the same time.

You were Alec’s Momma, and you will always be his Momma until your last dying breath.

First Steps

“Any word from Spring Court?” Cassian asked as Azriel watched Rhysand roll his eyes and huff with a hint of annoyance.

“You mean from Tamlin?” Rhysand countered back, to which Azriel and Cassian chuckled from their spots around the study at River House. It was a warm summer day, Rhysand wishing to discuss some formalities with both Cassian and Azriel while their mates were catching up with one another out in the back garden. All six of you were a tight-knit unit at this point, loving to enjoy each other’s company as much as you could when you had the time. That also included Alec and Nyx, who formed a tight bond as cousins and loved having playdates together.

So as you, Nesta, and Feyre were chatting outside in the garden and discussing future birthday plans for Nyx, the males were going over their own mundane topics while watching Nyx and Alec. Both of them were playing in the study on a large rug, Alec watching his cousin walking back and forth with toys to share with him as Alec crawled after him in earnest.

“He’s gotten smart with my advice and has stayed quiet. As for Eris in Autumn Court, that joke of a Prince doesn’t know when to stay quiet and save his own face and reputation. At least his father is gaining his reputation back amongst the other High Lords,” Rhysand explained.

Azriel’s shadows flickered at the mention of Eris, Rhysand seeing the reaction and giving Azriel a knowing look as Azriel’s hazel eyes drifted out to the window, “The man is all talk and no bite, Azriel.”

“Not to me when he mentioned my mate and son,” Azriel replied in a cool tone, Cassian clasping his shoulder as Azriel kept his stare on the flowing river just outside the window. He could still remember that meeting, hearing the sarcastic and sadistic tone in that fae’s voice. He felt his whole demeanor shake and almost crumble into a thousand pieces once Eris mentioned his family, making it seem like it was some game to him. Azriel never saw it as a game, not when the life of his family was now exposed and out in the world.

“Azriel,” Rhysand said his name, making the Shawdowsinger shift his eyes back to the High Lord, “Eris has enough common sense to understand the danger he is putting himself in when he said that. He would have to not only go against the High Lord of Night Court but the only Shadowsinger in all of Pythian. Eris is a fool, nothing more than that,”

Azriel looked from him over to Nyx and Alec, who were chattering with each other and mostly making noises at each other with big smiles and laughter. Ever since Eris mentioned his family, Azriel thought about the safety of his home and what he could do to make it better. Night Court was already tightly secured and hadn’t had a breach of security for some time, not since before the war against Hybern. The other Courts never dared to try anything against their home, and no humans even came close either.

But still, the lingering thought of his family, his whole world, being taken from him or losing their lives because of him. He made sure there was heightened security around their little home, always knew where you and Alec were at all times thanks to your connection through the bond and made his spy missions and jobs short to stay close by. You knew that he was simply keeping his family close and safe, you weren’t going to argue with him when it came to that. But you also knew that he would be consumed by the paranoia if it got too far. Luckily you confided in your cousin, who made sure Azriel stayed sane.

“Our sons are well protected,” Rhysand reassured Azriel as Alec was giggling at Nyx, “Their fathers and mothers are too powerful to let any harm come to them,”

“Along with their Aunt and Uncle,” Cassian hummed in agreement, Azriel looked at him and saw Cassian give him a short nod, “I’ll handle Eris on my own if he tries anything against our family,”

“Let’s leave him be for now, we have other things to talk about anyways,” Rhysand calmly steered the conversation out of bleakness and weary to a higher topic, “Your mate, my cousin, is due for a birthday pretty soon if I remembered correctly. Around the same time as Summer Solstice, do you have any ideas?”

“A trip to the mountains,” Azriel explained, rolling his shoulders and letting the bitterness of Eris be released from his tension as he smiled at the mention of his mate, “I can tell taking her to the mountains brings her peace and quiet. Thanks for letting us use your cabin, by the way,”

“Anytime you want to use it, you don’t have to ask,” Rhysand said with a softer smile, “And I think my cousin will like a birthday getaway.”

“Why don’t you let Nesta and I use your cabin again?” Cassian asked, almost in amusement but in curiosity as Rhysand threw a playful glare at the Commander.

“Because the last time I did that, I had to replace the furniture in the master bedroom, along with the tub that happened to be my favorite,” he cooly replied, though he chuckled as Cassian scoffed. Azriel still saw an underlying smirk on Cassian's face when Rhysand looked away.

“I'm also told to give you a subtle hint to not take your mate to the mountains until after her birthday,” Rhysand explained to Azriel as he gestured his head over to the door leading out of the room, “Apparently, Feyre and the girls are planning a surprise party for her at Rita’s, reserving the entire restaurant for the Inner Circle just for the occasion and for several hours that night,”

“That’s mighty nice of them, I’ll be sure to remember that,” Azriel commented, then walking over to see Alec standing on his feet and holding himself up against the windowsill. The sun shone through to lighten his face and his eyes, almost giving them the same shade of sapphires while he saw Azriel approach him.

“Dada! Dada!” He called out, reaching out with one hand in his father’s direction as Azriel grinned. Azriel loved hearing his son call out to him, babbling to him about his day when he would come home, or laughing when Azriel would tickle his sides or blow raspberries on his stomach. He was barely talking, saying a few words here and there but he mostly called for his mother and father.

Azriel could tell in the way his son would hold himself up that he was ready to walk, finding his balance quickly and getting strong In his stance. Just like when Alec was learning to talk, you reminded Azriel to let your son take his time, even when Azriel was once again impatient and wished for his son to take the plunge and walk already. He was already a speed crawler, amazing Azriel in how fast he would crawl all around the house, and Azriel would try and catch up with him every once in a while.

If he was fast crawling, Azriel knew Alec was going to be a runner.

“Here, Uncle Az! He likes this toy!” Nyx said to Azriel, walking over to hand him one of the stuffed toys. Alec watched his three year old cousin give a toy to his father, his eyes wide as Azriel smiled at Nyxx.

“Thank you buddy,” Azriel said to Nyx, then he heard the small paddling of feet on the hardwood floor. He looked, his eyes going wide and his mouth open in shock as Alec was walking, carefully and on wobbly feet, over to him. His hands out to balance, yet his eyes were on Azriel as Rhysand and Cassian were watching as well. No one wanted to move or break the tension that was there, but Alec was determined to get to his father, or perhaps to the toy in his hands as Azriel was watching in stunned silence.

“Look at that…” Cassian said in a hum and a soft smile as Alec was now in front of his father, falling into his hold to grab the toy in his fingers. Azriel hugged him tight, his stomach dropping at the sight of his son walking on his own. More importantly, his son walking to him. It felt like an out-of-body experience, Azriel scooping Alec to stand up and hug him close in his arms while Nyx clapped.

“He walked, see daddy?! Alec can walk now!” Nyx asked Rhysand as Rhysand walked over to clasp Azriel on the shoulder.

“It goes by fast, Az. Before you know it, he’ll be flying with you in the sky,” Rhsyand informed him. Azriel smiled, not realizing that he was on the verge of crying from seeing his son take his first steps. No longer was he thinking about Eris, or of the potential target on the back of his family. None of that was an issue at the moment, he only focused on the boy who was shoving the toy in his face and giggling at him. This little being that had him wrapped around his lethal finger, that made him believe in an organic love just like his mother did, he was Azriel’s universe now.

Azriel will protect his universe with everything in him.

The End

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dean-a-mean-tae · 11 months ago

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Lap Cuddles | Stray Kids Extra Member AU

Request: "I don't know why but I wanna know what Nicks reaction would be to OT8 sitting on his lap."

WARNINGS: I don't think there are any. Boys sitting on boys? Mention of anxiety

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BANG CHAN

An incredibly rare occurrence. Usually, Nicholas is the one sitting on Chan's lap. Nicholas sleeps better when holding something or being held. So, if Chan is sitting down, he's trying to get Nicholas to sleep.

"Um, hello, old man," Nick smiles as he watches Chan get comfortable on his lap. Chan ignores his comment in exchange for putting an eye mask on the boy's face. Nick squawks in protest and goes ignored again as Chan pulls them to lie on the couch. The older boy lay directly on Nick so he wouldn't move.

"Sleep."

LEE MINHO

Doesn't matter what Nicholas is doing. He'll continue his task while one of his arms wraps around Minho's waist. If Minho is facing him, Nick will tilt his head to the side for Minho to tuck his head into his neck. If Minho is facing away, Nicholas will pull him closer so his chest is to Minho's back.

"You okay?"

Minho hums in response, indicating his content. The older boy slumps into Nicholas's hold. With Nick's arms around Minho, both could continue watching the movie on Nick's phone.

SEO CHANGBIN

Usually, Changbin sitting on Nicholas' lap means the taller boy was used as a scapegoat. Sometimes, the boys will fling Nicholas at Changbin to escape from him. Nicholas doesn't mind it. In fact, he likes the attention.

"Chubby cheeks and pretty eyes. You're a gorgeous boy," Changbin coos, pinching Nick's cheeks. Somewhere around the room, the other members could be heard giggles or grimacing.

The whole time, Nicholas sits there with his lips pressed in a firm line. The dimple under the left corner of his lips is prominent, and Changbin squawks at it.

HWANG HYUNJIN

Nicholas is the one melting in this situation. As soon as Hyunjin sits on his lap, Nicholas pulls him flush against him and nuzzles his neck. If Hyunjin hasn't started, Nicholas will make him with the twists in his hair.

"Need something?" Nicholas asked, his voice vibrating against Hyunjin's neck. Hyunjin shook his head as he continued scrolling on his phone. His other hand was occupied by Nick's fingers tracing his palm.

HAN JISUNG

Each time Jisung sits on Nicholas's lap, Nick pulls his legs so Jisung sits sideways on him. For some reason, it feels uncomfortable for him to have Jisung sitting on him like a seat. Jisung likes hanging around Nicholas for 2 reasons. 1 because he likes messing with Nick. 2 because they ease each other's anxiety.

"Excuse you," Nicholas grumbled as his phone was snatched from his hand and weight was plopped onto his lap. A knowing giggle made him grab the person's legs and turn them sideways.

Sure enough. Jisung mischievous smile greeted him back. "Hello, my little bumble bee."

"Go away."

"No," he hummed, scrolling through Nicholas's phone before finding a game he liked.

LEE FELIX

Common occurrence. It's more strange to see Felix sitting away from Nicholas than practically on top of him. Usually, the younger boy is tucked into Nick's side with someone(Jisung) on the other side. Since the two of them became comfortable, Nick and Felix have been practically inseparable.

"I'm starting to think I'm your favorite spot," Nick sighed. Another day, another hour, meaning another chance for Felix to cuddle Nicholas.

"You look so tempting with your fluffy hair and your long arms." Felix twisted around to grin at Nicholas, his hand pulling at the curls on the taller boy's head.

"Gee, thanks." Nick sighed again.

KIM SEUNGMIN

Seungmin is the opposite of Felix. He usually sits next to Nicholas, not on him. It's not because he doesn't like the affection. Seungmin just doesn't want to risk causing a flare-up. So, if you see Seungmin on Nicholas, he was pulled there.

"What are you doing?" Seungmin grumbled, pulling at the arm of the couch. Nicholas was pulling at his waist, trying to get Seungmin on his lap.

"I want to cuddle you."

"Get one of your stuffed things," Seungmin said as he softly smacked Nicholas' hands. After fighting for a moment, Seungmin finally ended up on a happy Nicholas' lap.

YANG JEONGIN

Immediate giggles. Nicholas isn't used to Jeongin doing things like this. Usually, Nicholas has to pull the younger boy into his lap. It doesn't matter if Jeongin is facing him or away, Nicholas will hide his face into the shorter boy's neck.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Nicholas chuckles, his arms steadying Jeongin on his lap. Jeongin rolls his eyes as he tries to get up.

Without struggle, Nicholas yanks him back down and latches tight. His breath is warm against Jeongin's neck as he whispers, "Stay."

"Okay."

OT8

When they first started showing affection, Nicholas was guaranteed to be flustered. After he grows comfortable with them, Nick will pull them into his lap.

Depending on his body, it doesn't matter which member it is. If he's in the middle of a flare-up, he'll calmly tell them, "Not today. Maybe tomorrow." And the boys will just sit next to him.

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flippantsmeagol · 6 months ago

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Two more images from last night. 5/22/2024. Out at the spot in Bumble Bee. Some kind of rocket flying out of the west. Two thirty second exposures.

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the-fiction-witch · 4 months ago

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Miss Y/L/N P2

Media - The Artful Dodger Character - Jack Dawkins Couple - Jack X Reader Reader - Miss Y/n Y/l/n Rating - flirty AF Word Count - 4650

Jack headed through the dusty streets of Port Victory walking with a mission passing the tavern drunks and dock girls without a second thought until he reached the small thatched cottage on the edge of town with a sweet garden, small fence and freshly painted purple door the sunset behind it and the flickering of firelight beyond the windows. Jack's footsteps faltered for a moment as he looked up at the cottage... his heart was hammering in his chest and he felt a little out of breath. He had never been to her home before... it was... beautiful. The cottage, the garden... Y/n. Then he pulled himself together and approached the door... and knocked lightly.

The door opened to Y/n now with a sweet green apron embroidered with flowers and small bumble bees her hair was slightly askew and she seemed somewhat puzzled, "Doctor Dawkins? Ohh hello, to what do I owe the pleasure of a twilight visit?"

The sight of her, even with messy hair and an apron on, made Jack's chest feel tight. She looked breathtaking even when slightly disheveled. He hesitated for a moment before he spoke. "Miss Y/L/N," He managed to squeak out, clearing his throat for a moment and trying again. "May... may I come in to talk with you?"

"of course," she smiled happily letting him inside to see her small cottage. The cottage had a sweet round fireplace flickering away, a mantle full of trinkets small framed windows and hand woven rugs on the wooden floor, two chairs and a sofa by the fire, a large and cute wooden kitchen with an aged dinning table, pots hung from about. A reading nook overlooking the garden filled with books on shelves, a door leading to the bedroom where a canopy bed can be seen. The whole place lit by candle light and smelt of lavender, "Would you like a cup of tea? Or given it's so late I could perhaps make you up a glass of wine?" When smiled going to the kitchen picking up a plate and drying the dishes

Jack glanced around the cottage as he stepped inside as a warm smile rose to his face. It was... cozy. The small rooms, the fireplace and the trinkets... everything was cute and just screamed Y/n... he felt a pang in his chest as he realized that it was just how he imagined her home, "I'd like a glass of wine if you don't mind, thank you." Jack went to sit down in one of the chairs while he waited patiently for her,

she finished with her dishes and poured two glasses of wine, "It might be a bit strong" she smiled as she handed him he small goblet style glass of wine sitting her own on a small side table and sitting in her chair across from him putting her feet up on a little stool by the fire clearly by the way things sat she always sat in that chair

Jack took the goblet from her, the tips of his fingers brushing hers and he felt a tingle course through him at the contact. She sat down across from him and sat with her legs up and he smiled slightly. "You really like that spot in front of the fire don't you?", He said with a small chuckle.

"it's warm and cosy," she smiled "it's a good spot when it's cold or dark, I prefer the little reading nook when the sun's out" she chuckled

Jack smiled softly at her before he took a small sip of his drink, the bitterness of the wine tingling his tastebuds... it did happen to be sweetly fruity and smooth as well and he hummed in contentment. "Why am I not suprised that you love to read...," He chuckled lightly, knowing her love for books was very well known to everybody.

"of course, I love to read." She giggled "but you haven't answered me, is there a reason for your visit?"

Jack froze for a moment before he remembered the reason he had come here to begin with. He had forgotten about that completely as he had just enjoyed talking to her and watching how she lit up as she spoke. "Oh, right.... I... had something important to ask you....," His voice trailed off as he suddenly felt nervous. The courage he had summoned to get here and knock on the door seemed to have all just suddenly fled from him now that he had to actually ask her his question.

"oh? Go on me then" she giggled sipping her wine

Jack took a large gulp of his wine, feeling the warm burn as the alcohol made it's way down his throat in an attempt to drown his nerves. He had to say it, there was no turning back… "Y/n...," He began to say, his words slightly slurring slightly as a result of the wine. He had to admit it was rather strong. "There's something I want to ask you... something important." Jack took one last large sip of the wine in an attempt to gather up his courage from bottom of the glass as he placed it down. "I've... I've known you most of my life. And our... friendship has been the most important thing to me. And I've watched you grow into the most kind, caring, beautiful, and talented young lady I have ever known." He paused for a moment, closing his eyes. "And... and during that time, it's come to my attention... that my feelings towards you... are no longer those of friendship...,"

"aren't they?" She asked sitting her glass down her face read of confusion "whatever did I do to offend you so? That you don't think of me as a friend... Whatever I did jack I'm sorry" she said immediately assuming she had done wrong

Jack's eyes widened slightly. He wasn't expecting that response from her. "No... oh no no no no... you misunderstand...," Jack quickly corrected her. God she was so sweet and innocent... she always thought she had done something wrong when there was never anything wrong to begin with. "I never said that I didn't think of you as a friend, Y/n. I said that my feelings for you are no longer just... friendship...,"

"Oh ... Then what are they?"

Jack swallowed hard. This was it. No backing down now... His heart was racing faster than it every had in his life and his throat felt dry and tight... but he had to say it. "I've fallen in love with you.... and it's been killing me."

she gasped, her hands began to nervously fiddle with her fingers "I see ... Why does this hurt you? To feel that you love me? Do you not wish to love me?"

Jack quickly shook his head immediately. His brain was fuzzy from the wine... but he needed to say this right. "Of course I wish to love you. That's what is killing me... knowing that I love you... and I have no idea how you feel about me...,"

"oh you sweet thing" she cooed stroking his cheek and pulling his chin to look at her emerald eyes before her hands met his own "jack I adore you, I worship you, I have loved you for as long as I dare remember"

Jack's breath caught in his throat as he felt her gentle touch. Her hand on his cheek was soft and he felt chills down his spine as she held his chin up to look into her emerald eyes, which shined with love. As her words registered, his heart skipped a beat… "You... you love me?," He managed to choke out, his brain racing and struggling to completely process what she just said.

"of course I do" she giggled "you think I'd walk half way across town every other day to bring you cookies if I didn't?"

Jack chuckled at that. Her reasoning was rather simple... but it made complete and utter sense at the same time. He took her hand in his own and laced their fingers together. Her fingers were so small compared to his... and as he held her hand, he realized that he never wanted to let go of her again. "Why... why didn't you ever say anything?," He asked quietly.

"not really proper for a young lady to go around shouting at doctors how much she loves them" she giggled "but... I did deny all those suitors who has ever come asking to court me, sort of ... Hoping you'd figure out I was waiting for you"

Jack's heart melted at those words... he had absolutely no idea she felt that way. He felt a pang of guilt realizing she must have been feeling that way for a long time... and he was completely oblivious. The thought that all those men came courting her, and yet she denied every single one of them... he swallowed hard and took a shaky breath, his hand clutching hers tighter. "I'm... I'm an idiot," He said quietly. "You... you denied every single one of them... because of me...,"

"you very much are an idiot, but your my idiot" she smiled rubber nose on his

Jack smiled widely as he felt her nose against his. Her words were so gentle and sweet as she called him "her" idiot... the feeling of her body pressing against his even if it was just her nose against his had his body tingling... and he suddenly realized that he wanted more than just her nose to be against him. He ached to hold her in his arms and never let her go… "Please say that again," He murmured.

"humm... My big idiot" she giggled "that I waited years for to finally figure out that I loved him"

Another pang of guilt hit Jack as he was reminded that Y/n had waited years for him to figure out her feelings for him. Years of wishing and praying that he loved her like she loved him... but... he was so focused on being a successful surgeon that he never paid much attention to his own feelings. His other hand slowly reached up to gently tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear before his fingers gently traced along her jawline and came to rest on her neck. He gently pulled her closer and smiled. "Can I... try something?,"

"you may jack" she nodded

Jack nodded, his heart beating wildly in his chest as his hand slid from her neck to the back of her head, letting her warm hair slide through his fingers as he drew her even closer. He gently but firmly put his other hand on her hip, guiding her into his lap so she was completely pressed up against him. As she sat on his lap, he wrapped his arms loosely around her and gently rested his forehead against hers.

she giggled as he pulled her into his lap her hands settled on his waistcoat as she slightly squirmed not in protest more just settling herself

The feeling of her soft body in his lap had Jack's head spinning to the point where he could barely think straight. Her giggling sent pleasant shivers through his body, and he had to restrain himself from just grabbing her and pulling her even closer... to feel every inch of her body against his. He let her squirm for a moment as he chuckled quietly. "Settle down now...," He murmured against her neck, letting his breath tickle her skin.

"I can't help it, something's pressing into me" she giggled as she shifted and squirmed her hips some more

Jack let out a low moan as he felt her shifting her hips in his lap... she had no idea what she was doing to him. Jack's eyes fluttered for a moment as a wave of desire shot straight through him... he wanted nothing more than to just pick her and carry her into the bedroom and keep her in there for a week... but he had to control himself. "Stop squirming and you'll feel it less...," He said through gritted teeth.

"sorry I'm just trying to get comfy" she giggled sitting still "humm... I want to say it's your belt pressing into me but you have suspenders on" she said giving the suspender on his shoulder a small playfull snap

Jack let out another moan when she snapped his suspender strap. Her hands and her movements were having a very noticeable effect on him... but he managed to keep himself under control. He gave her a little tap on her bottom in a playful "punishment." "You behave... or I'll give you a spanking over my knee," He warned, before he realized what he said and his eyes widened as the words left his mouth.

"Jack!" She protests

Jack froze for a moment. Why did he say that? He didn't know what possessed him to threaten her with a spanking! And yet... part of him liked how her little gasp and the way she said his name. He swallowed down a groan at the thought of her sitting on his knee like a naughty little girl, her skirts bunched up around her hips as his hand gently came down against her bare skin... He couldn't keep the words from tumbling out of his mouth again. "Oh don't act so virtuous," He murmured against her neck as he gently nipped at her skin with his teeth, leaving a faint mark as he whispered in her ear. "You know you deserve a spanking for all that squirming in my lap, don't you?"

"Jack. As much as I admire your enthusiasm, I think you've had a little too much wine" she said slowly moving his hands from her hips to her waist "I know you love me and I love you too and yes it does feel as if we have waited forever and now that we know I'm overjoyed and overwhelmed with possibilities. However" she explained "we have only admitted our love, we are not counting, not engaged, and as much as I am excited to finally be able to express my love... You speak of things that we would do only in marriage and that's a good while off don't you think?"

Jack was quite literally speechless. Everything she was saying was absolutely right... he was speaking and acting like as if they were married when they weren't even engaged and they had only barely confessed their love. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he realized how he was behaving, like a man who was absolutely out of control. His heart sank as he realized how foolish and impatient he was acting... he had clearly had a bit too much to drink and his emotions were running absolutely wild. Jack closed his eyes as he silently berated himself. What was wrong with him? He sighed deeply, feeling absolutely wretched. He wanted to be with her so badly, in every way possible... but he knew she was right. She was absolutely right, and he felt like a complete fool. He gently rested his forehead on her shoulder in shame, his words low and quiet. "You're... you're right. I'm... I'm sorry, you're absolutely right... I'm behaving like an absolute madman... I've clearly had too much to drink. I feel like an idiot...,"

"it's alright, over excitement gets the best of us all. It likely comes from waiting so long I think" she chuckled "but... We must wait a little longer save such things for the right times"

Jack chuckled weakly, his head still resting on her shoulder. The guilt of how he was acting and his excitement were still warring inside his mind, but she was absolutely right. He had to wait for "the right time". He raised his head to look into her eyes, a small, lopsided smile on his face. "And when would that be?," He asked with a slight smirk.

"... Well we need to court don't we? And then an engagement, then I suppose after a decent period of engagement we could get married. And then you can do whatever you want" she smiled

Jack chuckled softly and smiled widely. God she was so innocent and yet so mischievous. She was giving him absolutely everything he wanted but she wouldn't let him take it quite yet... and part of his mind was absolutely feral with desire at the thought of doing anything he wanted. Part of his mind wanted to take her right then and there... but he didn't want to scare her. "Anything I want?," He murmured with a smirk.

"once we are married, our marriage bed will be open for anything my husband desires. After he deals with my Maidenhead of course"

Jack was not expecting her answer, and his brain short-circuited for a moment upon hearing her words. His face suddenly felt absolutely hot. The thought of her, completely nude in the bed of their shared house... completely opening herself up to him as he explored every inch of her body... god his heart was practically racing in his chest. And then he suddenly realized what she meant by "her Maidenhead"... He closed his eyes to try and control himself. "M-Maidenhead?," He echoed her words. Her choice of words had him completely flustered. The thought of taking her for the first time, her body completely soft and untouched as he carefully took her... it made his body ache like never before. It was taking every single ounce of his self-control to keep himself from throwing her down on the couch and taking her right then and there... but he had to restrain himself. He forced himself to open his eyes and lock them with her gaze. "You're still... you're still a... a virgin?," He whispered.

"I am a proper young lady jack, and I've turned down ever suitors who's ever asked of course I am"

Jack was absolutely floored once again by her response. His guilt for acting so utterly foolish and feral melted away and he was completely filled with love and admiration for her. Once again he was in awe of just how much she had waited for the possibility of being with him... how she denied every single suitor simply because she wanted only him. He smiled softly at her before nodding. "You are... without a doubt... the most proper and patient person... that I have ever met," He murmured quietly.

"well, I had a very good thing I was waiting for" she smiled nuzzling her nose into his neck

Jack let out a soft sigh at her nuzzling her nose into his neck. He wrapped his arms tighter around her, holding her close to him as he savored the feel of her body against his. As her words echoed in his mind, he smiled. She stayed pure and patient simply because she had been waiting for him... he felt another pang of guilt as he remembered how he had been behaving like an animal just a few moments ago. "Promise me one thing?," He murmured, his hands idly stroking her waist.

"yes jack?"

Jack was quiet for a moment as he gathered his words. He tilted his head slightly so his breath was against her ear and then quietly spoke. "Promise me that... even when I'm behaving like... like a madman... the way I was just a few moments ago... you'll keep me in check... keep me from acting like an absolutely mindless madman who will do anything to have you...," He whispered before gently nipping her earlobe.

"I promise, I shall do my best to." She nodded "the best things are worth waiting for wouldn't you agree? Would you rather toss me down on the sofa and make a mess of me just because of your urges or... To wait until our wedding night where you can carry me to our bed and ravish me to your hearts content"

As she spoke, Jack's brain was filled with the image of her spread out on the sofa beneath him, her skirt hitched up over her hips. His mind then flashed forward to the image of her in their shared bed, completely nude as he worshipped every inch of her body… Jack almost moaned but he stopped himself. He took a shaky breath before speaking, trying to keep his voice steady as he spoke. "You... you're absolutely right...," He whispered. "Waiting is absolutely worth it...,"

"I'm glad you agree" she nodded "but maybe soon a gentleman might come and ask to court me?" She cooed

The thought of a "gentleman" asking to court Y/n literally made Jack's blood boil. The thought of some "gentleman" coming in and asking to court his Y/n... the thought of her spending time with another man that wasn't him... He immediately shook his head and wrapped his arms tighter around her. "I'm not letting any other blokes try to court you... you're mine... mine...," He practically growled.

"I meant you! You idiot!" She chuckled

Jack immediately froze and realization settled over him like a heavy storm cloud. Of course... of course she meant him. She didn't want to be courted by some other bloke... she wanted to be courted by him. He suddenly felt completely foolish and an idiot and he was absolutely blushing. Jack buried his face in her shoulder, his face red hot with embarrassment. "Oh good lord, I'm a bloody idiot....," He mumbled against her shoulder.

"aww my sweet idiot" she cooed storking his hair

Jack smiled faintly against her shoulder at her words and her actions. Her words, as always, melted his heart and her hand stroking through his hair always made him shiver. As he spoke against her, his voice was quiet and low. "You can... you can call me an idiot all you want as long as you keep stroking my hair like that,"

"I know what will cheer you up, she giggled "would you like a little present? That you have to keep a secret?" She whispered

Jack lifted his head up off her shoulder, a curious look on his face. A present? He raised his eyebrow at her question. A secret present? What on earth would she give him that required a secret? "A secret present?," He echoed her words. He was suddenly very curious. He smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, I'd love a secret present...," she smiled and shut her eyes giving his cheek a tiny peck before she pulled back and looked up at him with her big emerald eyes

Jack chuckled quietly as she gave his cheek a soft little kiss. Looking down at her, he suddenly felt that wave of guilt wash over him again as he remembered how he practically lunged at her and threatened to give her a spanking... He suddenly felt very grateful that she had been so patient with him. Instead and gently caressing her waist,

"did you like your present?"

Jack was about to respond when he suddenly realized that the soft little kiss on the cheek was the present. He was actually touched beyond words that such a small little kiss was her "present" to him. He smiled softly before nodding. "I loved it...," He murmured before leaning down to press a gentle kiss against her forehead. He couldn’t help himself and he wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her close to him and holding her against him.

she blushed hard at the kiss nuzzling onto his waistcoat "did I do okay? I've never kissed anyone before"

Jack chuckled as she blushed and nuzzled his waistcoat. She did "okay"? She did absolutely fantastic. And the fact that she'd never kissed anyone before made it even better. He felt a little guilty that he had plenty of experience and she had none... he suddenly decided to tease her a little bit. "Oh yes, sweetheart," He teased her slightly, "You more than did okay..."

"I did?"

Jack nodded as he smiled even wider at the surprised look on her face. It was adorable how shocked she was simply because he told her she did a good job at kissing him... which only made him tease her even more. "Oh yes, you did absolutely fantastic... you didn't even stick your tongue in my mouth or anything," He teased her as he chuckled quietly.

"... Oh... Was I suppose to?" She asked

Jack chuckled even harder. She was absolutely clueless and absolutely adorable. He would have to teach her all manner of things, and his heart swelled at the thought... but that could wait. "No, no... you weren't supposed to, sweetheart. It was a tease," He said with a quiet chuckle. He leaned his forehead against hers, gently and playfully bumping her forehead with his. "A tease. I wanted to get you all riled up,"

"oh. Sorry" she giggled

Jack chuckled again at her response. God she was cute to tease. She was so damn innocent... a complete contrast to his own behavior from a few minutes ago. He was suddenly hit with yet another pang of guilt as he remembered the absolutely feral way he had spoken and the way he had practically threatened her… He pushed the guilt aside as he pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead. He smiled and spoke quietly, hoping to get her to relax more. "You don't have to apologize, sweetheart,"

"ummm" she nodded shifting a bit rubbing her cheek slowly against his waistcoat her eyes fluttering closed as she clearly got so cosy in his arms she began to get sleepy confirmed as her jaw falls and she lets out a long yawn

Jack smiled and chuckled quietly as she started rubbing her cheek against his waistcoat, her eyes closing slowly as her jaw fell open with a yawn. She was like a sleepy kitten... she was sleepy and comfy and absolutely adorable in his arms. Her sleepy actions and the way she was rubbing her cheek against his waistcoat stirred his heart and he instinctively wrapped his arms tighter around her, holding her against his chest as he chuckled quietly again. "You're a sleepy little thing, aren't you?,"

"mhm" she nodded

Jack chuckled again. Her sleepy nodding only made the realization that she was sleepy and absolutely adorable even more prominent. As she nodded, he smiled and nuzzled his head against hers, his hands gently caressing her waist. She was so damn cute when she was sleepy... he wanted nothing more than to pick her up and carry her up to his bedroom and tuck her into his bed so she could fall asleep in his arms… "A little sleepy kitten...,"

she smiled widely at the name "ummm your kitten" she cooed

Jack smiled widely at how she immediately agreed to the name. She was his. She was his Kitten. He chuckled quietly before gently lifting one of his hands to gently pat her head like he would do to an actual kitten. "Yes, you are. My little Kitten," He cooed back at her. He smiled even wider at the thought of her belonging to him... belonging in his arms...

she smiled happily moving herself slightly so she sat on his left thigh, her head still on his chest and her feet coming up to lay against his right knee bundling herself completely up in his arms like she was reading for a nap right there on his lap

Jack chuckled quietly as she moved and got comfortable in his arms. She was so small and slender that she barely took up any room on his lap. As she sat, she nuzzled her head into his chest and bundled herself up all small like a little kitten, obviously getting herself comfy and ready for a nap. It was absolutely adorable... and once again it stirred his heart. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her, one around her waist and the other around her shoulders, holding her snugly against his chest and effectively wrapping her up in his arms completely.

#thomas sangster #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster #tbs imagines #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #tbs imagine #tbs #thomasbrodiesangster #jackdawkins #jack dawkins #jack #dr dawkins #thearttfuldodger #theartfuldogger #the artful dodger #jack imagines #jack dawkins x reader

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zuzsenpai · 5 months ago

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Zuzu's bug-ventures June 8-16, 2024 (insects/spiders from a state park in northeast Pennsylvania) (re-uploading because of file size issues)

I figured I would make a collage after getting so many! A couple of the above photos have duplicates, so all in all I believe I found 65 distinct kinds. I'm still working to ID some of them, but all the ones I think I have ID'd are under the cut. Anyway, it was truly a fun experience. Maybe next time I'll have a camera that isn't a shitty phone!

You can see full size photos of most of these here.

IDs under the cut

Just a note, I'm not 100% on any of these. My IDs are speculative based on google searches, reddit, and so-on. If you think something is wrong, PLEASE let me know!

Also, each image has 9 insects/spiders in a grid. I will be referring to each grid of 9 insects/spiders as a single image below, and identifying all 9 based on rows within the image. If that makes sense. Hopefully it does!

Image 1 (first row left):

Top row (from left to right): Northern paper wasp (I'm told it's carrying caterpillar meat); Hickory tussock moth; Ground beetle of some kind (could not ID)

Middle row: Fall cankerworm moth; Barn spider; Red ichneumon wasp

Bottom row: Long-horned caddisfly; Copper underwing caterpillar; Brush-legged mayfly

Image 2 (first row right):

Top row: Very loud very big bee (could not ID); Common blue mud dauber wasp; Harvestman spider

Middle row: Limoniid crane fly; Firefly; Hoverfly

Bottom row: Elegant grass-veneer moth; Tiger crane fly; Western honey bee

Image 3 (second row left):

Top row: Two-spotted bumble bee; Marsh fly; Yellow-collared scape moth? (could not ID)

Middle row: Wolf spider (male); Macaria moth; Tipula lunata (type of crane fly)

Bottom row: Robber fly; Brown-toed forest fly; Virginian tiger moth

Image 4 (second row right):

Top row: Blue dasher dragonfly? (could not ID. Dead in spider web); White admiral butterfly; Chalk-fronted corporal dragonfly

Middle row: Clubtail dragonfly? (could not ID); Hemlock borer beetle; Eastern tent caterpillar

Bottom row: Another Tipula lanata crane fly; Double-banded grass-veneer moth; Horace's duskywing butterfly

Image 5 (third row left):

Top row: Cabbage white butterfly; Spongy moth caterpillar; Dragonfly exoskeleton (could not ID)

Middle row: White-striped running crab spider; Jumping spider (could not ID, but yes there is a spider in this photo!); Orchard orbweaver spider

Bottom row: Soldier beetle; Fortunate wave moth; Another white admiral butterfly

Image 6 (third row right):

Top row: Tussock moth caterpillar; A third white admiral butterfly (this is the last one I promise! They just have so much variation!); Another spongy moth caterpillar

Middle row: Common green bottle fly; Eastern parson spider; Another orchard webweaver spider

Bottom row: Blue dasher dragonfly (possibly female); Calligrapher fly; Dun skipper butterfly

Image 7 (last row left):

Top row: Another fortunate wave moth? (could not ID); Orbweaver spider of some kind (Could not ID); Eastern tiger swallowtail butterfly

Middle row: Stonefly exoskeleton; Ontario sallfly; Lesser house fly

Bottom row: White-striped black moth; Pale metarranthis moth (this one is my favorite find); White planthopper? (could not ID)

Image 8 (last row right):

Top row: Millipede; Immaculate grass-veneer moth; Flat wireworm beetle

Middle row: Twobanded Japanese weevil (WEEVIL TIME!!); Earwig; Bob's yellow and black millipede

Bottom row: Click beetle; Sod webworm moth? (could not ID); Deer fly

And that's it! Again, let me know if I made mistakes or if you know any of the ones I couldn't ID.

#insects #insect photography #bugs #insect identification #tw insects #tw spiders #my photos #memories;#Zuzu's bug ventures

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zibiscusloon · 1 year ago

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🐍 Sam Lindwyrm 🐍

Owl House OC

( Left to right: s1-early s2, s3 (human realm), epilogue )

Samara “Sam” Lindwyrm is a young witch attending Hexside with possibly the longest standing truancy record in all Hexside history. She’s almost been expelled on multiple occasions as a result of this.

She’s very temperamental and has a naturally sour attitude. Only thing she never counted on was a certain human bumbling into her life and cracking open her shell (while also forcing her to come to class)

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-Sam is a witch-gorgon hybrid. Her father was a witch and her mother was half-gorgon. She can shift into a gorgon-like form (she only has two snakes in this form, their names are Salt & Pepper!), her gaze isn’t actually able to turn anyone to stone, but it can temporarily stun her target!

-She was initially enrolled into the Oracle track due to coming from a long family or oracles, but switched to the beast keeping track half way through her enrollment at Hexside. (She much preferred beasts to fortunes)

-She was raised by her grandmother Natalie, as her parents had been arrested and petrified. Her mother Ophia was a wild witch who kept her wild status hidden by tattooing an fake oracle sigil on her arm. She was caught using healing magic by one of her neighbors when healing a young Sam. She was later arrested, her husband Ernest being taken in for housing a wild witch. Sam was four at the time. She despises Belos as a result of this..

-She’s rather rude and spiteful towards her classmates, she mainly does this to cope with her fears of letting others get to close to her, out of fear she’ll have to deal with the pain of losing someone again. However, after being taken in as a member of the Hexsquad, her softer, protective side begins to shine through.

-Met Luz after Bump had sent Luz out to find Sam, as she was of course skipping, (he’d planned to finally hand in her expulsion forms, he just needed her in person). They met in Sam’s typical hiding spot, and through a series of definitely illegal shenanigans involving some poor Coven Scouts, they became friends. After they returned to school, Luz convinced Bump to allow Sam to remain a student. Bump eventually conceded, provided Luz make sure Sam actually shows up to class. (And Sam ended up becoming yet another member of the Hexsquad-)

-Her palisman is a capybara named Kibitzer. He’s as the entire Hexsquad would put it “a lil bastard”, and is also the light of Sam’s life. He’s rather deadpan constantly and is very protective of Sam.

-Met Hunter when her and Luz were doing illegal shit (of course on Eda’s order-), and their relationship started essentially as petty banter. But through a time of Hunter getting dragged around after her, and they actually began to talk, both began to realize that their lives are relatively shitty thanks to the Emperor’s Coven. They both also open up about feeling smothered at their respective homes. And while getting Hunter (with the help of Flapjack and Kibitzer) to open up about his suppressed interests (and gushing about her own), Sam began to realize how much she loved his dorky personality, and set out to try and reach out more to him afterwards.

-The two of them grew even closer during their time in the Human Realm, exploring human customs together, Sam beginning to dabble into researching the realm’s animals and trying out wild witch practices from the Savage Ages, while Hunter dwelled more into who he wanted to be, supporting each other’s endeavors the whole time. The two of them started to officially date after the Owl Fam saved The Boiling Isles.

-She was enraged by Hunter’s “death” during thanks to them. She lunged at Belos’s with all she had, not even calling Kibitzer to her, simply attacking with the largest spell she could conjure. Belos of course escaped, but she did show a side to her that hadn’t been seen until that point. She was completely worn down throughout all of For the Future, having to regain her magic as so much had been drained from that spell.

-Luz, Gus, and Willow are literally only able to get her to come to class if they put any creature in front of her. A dangerous dragon, a trash slug, pixies, ratworms, anything works, the girl goes doe-eyed at creatures. Otherwise she’ll be dragged into Hexside kicking and screaming.

-She’s a cheerleader for the Emerald Entrails! She did it as a favor for Willow. And also to get back at Bump for not allowing her to be cheer for the Banshees. It’s because of her that snakes are not permitted to be used at cheer tryouts..

-Her eyeball earrings she wears from s1-s2 originally belonged to her mom. They’re rather uncomfortable and rather worn from age, but she always wore them as a memento to her mom. Her eventually deciding to stop wearing them happened after learning to let herself move on from her parents’s passing.

-She got her cardinal earrings while in the Human Realm! It’s while the squad was out shopping for new clothes and Kibitzer and Flapjack directed her towards the pair. She felt guilty for a while as she wasn’t wearing her mom’s, but through some talks with Camila, she realized she didn’t need pieces of jewelry to keep her parents memories alive. She may have also gotten the earrings as a not-so-subtle hint to Hunter about her crush (girl ain’t slick-)

-Her blue jay earrings were a gift from Hunter! I love the headcanon that gifting jewelry in the Boiling Isles is the human equivalent to proposals, so that’s what I went for with it. Masha helped him pick them out from a shop in the Human Realm as he wanted to mix the next step of their relationship from both realms (jewelry from the Human Realm, and the practice of the Demon Realm)

-She views Bump, Bat Queen, and Eberwolf as parental figures to her. And despite the strain they initially had in their relationship, post Day of Unity, her and her grandmother worked to mend their relationship, attending family therapy together.

-As an adult she works as a palisman carver with Hunter and the Clawthornes! Since she’s not great at carving, she manages Palisman Adoption Day at all Boiling Isles schools with the Bat Queen!

-She also has a mentorship under Eberwolf, in which both of them worked to help rescue and relocate beasts who had their habitat destroyed by the raising of the Left Arm during Belos’s possession of the Titan.

-Is very close to the Clawthorne family, Eda, Camila, and Raine all welcoming her in as one of their own (she’s always admired Eda as a wild witch) and Luz, Vee, King, and Collector all happy their brother has an awesome girlfriend who can make him happy (and bonus to Luz since she’s already one her best friends!)

-She’s Waffles’s self declared mom now. Hunter still has yet to earn Kibitzer’s complete approval on their relationship, but he’s getting close! (He just wishes the damn capybara would stop bopping him with those tiny paws of fury-)

And this is Kibitzer and Sam in her gorgon form! (With Salt and Pepper!) (gorgon design is outdated though- I just need a new ref-)

#my art #oc #oc art #toh #the owl house #toh fanart #toh oc #toh oc x canon #toh hunter #hunter noceda #hunter clawthorne #hunter noceda clawthorne #sam lindwyrm #huntwyrm #<- that’s Sam and Hunter’s ship name btw #this is very long and I am sorry #I just love her so much. she’s become my most comforting oc and her and Hunter are my comfort ship

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humanpurposes · 2 years ago

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Karma is a God

Chapter 2: The Red Keep

The Dance of the Dragons begins on a lie, and Aemond owes a debt, one Lucerra will see repaid in Fire and Blood // Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Aemond x Lucerra Velaryon (fem!Lucerys)

Warnings for this chapter: mentions of violence, smut (fingering), dub-con.

Words: 3600

A/n: Originally posted on AO3, posting to Tumblr before I get back to regular updates.

Luke isn’t sure what she expected upon her family’s return to the Red Keep.

This is her grandfather’s home, the seat of Targaryen power, where the three headed dragon is carved into archways, vaulted roofs and red stone walls. It is where she was born, where she spent the first twelve years of her life, trailing after Jace, counting bumble bees in the garden with Helaena, teasing Aemond while he tried to study.

The Stranger haunts this place now, it is a shadow of the lively and vibrant court she remembers. The walls are adorned with banners of green and new heraldry, of the seven pointed star. The King is decaying in his bed and the Hightowers have dug their claws into his throne.

The halls are cold and quiet. She sees the way people stare at her and Jace as they retrace the steps of their childhood. She shrugs her pale blue cloak further over her shoulders. She feels like an imposter in the colours of House Velaryon, what with her Strong features and dark hair, twisted into a single braid so as not to draw too much attention to it.

It doesn’t work. She hears fragments of whispers as she follows her brother through the corridors. Princess… Driftmark… heir... One word does not appear, but she thinks it is only a matter of time before she hears it.

Already she longs for the howling winds and salty sea air of Dragonstone, but she has been bred for duty. She and Jace must stand with the rest of their family, Joffrey must be affirmed as heir to the Driftwood throne, so that their mother may inherit something greater.

She finds herself glancing over her shoulder at every turn. She doesn’t know the face she’s looking for, but she can guess that he’ll have one eye and a scar slashed down the left side of his face.

It had taken her months to be convinced to leave her bedchamber or to do something as simple as hold a dinner knife. What if she made another mistake? She could not bear the thought of having any more blood on her hands.

“What are you doing?” Jace tugs on her sleeve and drags her to match his strides, like she’s an absent-minded child. It’s hardly fair, his legs are far longer than hers.

“Nothing,” she mumbles, quickening her steps.

They reach the yard and Jace is bristling with excitement. “It looks exactly the same!” He points over to a noticeable dent in the archway that frames the gate. “I knew it would still be here, thought I could swing Ser Criston’s morningstar and nearly took my head off!”

Luke disagrees, she thinks the yard looks smaller than it used to, but Jace visited this place more frequently than she did. She had only ever come to watch her brother and their uncles. Usually Ser Harwin would spot her within moments, lift her into his arms and bring her back to her septa.

In her assessment of their surroundings she notices almost every other person in the yard is looking at them, save for the men sparring in pairs.

As though he can read her mind, Jace places a hand on her shoulder. “Pay them no mind,” he mutters into her ear. “We are Velaryons and Targaryens, it does not matter what they think.”

She smiles meekly until a clash of metal distracts them both. She follows Jace to the other side of the yard where two men have attracted a crowd of spectators. One she recognises instantly as Criston Cole, Jace’s old swordmaster and the Queen’s guard dog, The other wields a shield and a sword, locks of silver hair dancing behind him as he moves.

A shiver slips down her spine. It is the cold, she tells herself.

And when the second man turns to face them her heart drops at the sight of his eyepatch. Aemond has certainly changed since she last saw him. Gone is the solemn and unsure little boy, the man before her is fierce and graceful in his movements.

The duel does not last much longer and suddenly he is staring at them with a single violet eye. “Nephew, niece,” he says simply as he lowers his sword from Cole’s collar, “have you come to train?”

Curse the gods because Aemond Targaryen must be the most beautiful man she’s ever laid eyes upon. He is all sharp edges with a hint of a cruel smile across his lips. She almost forgets about the scar slicing down from his brow to his cheek, forgets to imagine what his maimed socket must look like under the patch of leather.

She may be the blood of the dragon, but it runs cold when his eye meets hers.

And he won’t stop looking at her. Even as their families stand before the Iron Throne to hear petitions for the succession of Driftmark, as Vaemond Velaryon screams “bastards!” and has his head severed for it, Aemond’s eye is on her, wide with intent.

She understands now. This is not to be a reunion of warmth or civility. She decides she will not cower, and stares back, her expression deliberately vague and never fearful.

Their families are gathered for dinner, in the hopes of mending broken bonds. The Queen prays, the King makes his plea for peace and decades of animosity are momentarily forgotten amidst heartfelt tributes.

Her uncle’s glare is only more apparent from the other end of the table. There is no obstruction, nothing between them but silver plates, cups of wine and nervous hands.

Luke digs her nails into her palms. Does Aemond dream of blood, as she does? Does he pray to the Seven for retribution or will he take matters into his own hands?

Eventually his attention turns to the centre of the room, where Jace has invited Helaena to dance. Finally she feels like she can breathe again, but the relief is short lived.

The King is escorted from the room and a spit roasted pig is placed on the table before Aemond. Luke stifles a quiet giggle at the memory of The Pink Dread but stops herself.

It was a cruel thing to do, a Targaryen without a dragon is a soldier without a sword, a fact Aegon and Jace always delighted in reinforcing. She had found Aemond later that day, sulking in the library. She had tried to comfort him, placing her hand on his shoulder only for him to shove her off.

“Idiot!” She cried as she pulled herself from the floor and dusted off her skirts. “I am only trying to help you!”

“I do not need your help,” he spat back, “and I certainly do not desire your company.”

It’s too late though, Aemond has turned his head towards her. He is waiting for a smirk, a breath, anything. It would be foolish to test his patience, especially considering his display in the yard. Is his pride so fragile?

She lets the corners of her mouth curl.

The room goes silent as he slams his fist against the table and stands.

Suddenly Lucerra finds herself standing too, heart humming in her chest.

The perplexed gazes of their families flitter between them, but she pays them no mind.

Aemond’s fury is far more animated now, he glares with parted lips and an undeniable bloodlust in his eye. His fingertips hover over his cup but he does not grasp it, he just keeps staring and says nothing. She finally notices just how imposing the hum of the torches are.

“Luke?” Her mother’s voice cuts through the empty space.

She turns her head to her parents. Rhaenyra’s eyes are wide and expectant, while Daemon is watching his nephew with a deadly glare of his own.

“I should like to retire, with your permission, mother?” Her voice comes out clearer than she imagined it would.

Rhaenyra nods and waves her hand to Jace. “Escort your sister to her chambers.”

He does not hesitate to obey their mother’s command. He dutifully takes his sister by the arm and begins to lead her through the endless maze of corridors.

She stops and pulls away from his hold. “I’ll be fine, Jace, just go back to the dinner.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I… I just need a few moments in my own company.”

Jace’s eyes narrow. “He only means to intimidate you. You shouldn’t let him get to you.”

Luke shakes her head. “I am not intimidated.” She looks down to her hands, to the crescents imprinted into her skin. “I hurt him, Jace. I would not blame him if he hated me and… I do not want him to hate me.”

Jace kisses her forehead. “You are too sweet for your own good, dear sister,” he mutters. He bids her goodnight and she watches him until he exits through a door at the end of the hall.

She finds her way to a balcony overlooking the courtyard in the heart of the keep. Autumn is approaching and it’s colder than she expects, especially as she has nothing but a silk gown to keep out the chill. Still, the breeze is a welcome relief, even as it sinks into her bones and makes her teeth chatter. After a while she supposes she should return to her chambers.

The castle seems to be an entirely different world at night. Everything is grey and unfamiliar. She walks along paths she does not recognise, hitting deadend after deadend.

As she passes through an intersection of corridors, she sees a flash of movement in the corner of her eye, just for a moment, but when she turns towards it she sees nothing. She holds her breath. There is no noise, no sign of life but her own heartbeat drumming in her ears. As she keeps walking she hears an echo of a footstep, a huff of breath. Each time she stops. Each time there is nothing to discover.

Jace used to scare her with ghost stories, and though it’s been years since she stopped believing him, suddenly that same naivety is creeping in under her skin. The Red Keep is ancient and vast, who knows what secrets are lurking in the shadows?

She huffs to herself. The night must be playing tricks on her mind, but to be safe, she finds a doorway to a servant’s passage. She follows it to a winding staircase with windows that look out over the city, which at least gives her an indication of where she is, somewhere in the east-wing.

She begins to descend the stairs, and hears a door slam above her. She freezes, and then she hears footfalls from above. She has nothing to fear, she is a Princess, she may roam her grandfather’s castle as she wishes, and yet her heart will not settle. She races down, whipping her head around to the steps behind her.

She doesn’t see the figure before she slams into them.

She barely has time to let out a small gasp before a hand clamps over her mouth and an arm wraps around her waist. She’s dragged through a small doorway which seems to appear out of nowhere, thrashing her limbs to no avail. She looks at the hand on her waist, wide with long fingers and pronounced veins running under pale skin. A man’s, she guesses.

He leads them through empty corridors, into a chamber long abandoned. The furniture is covered in sheets and any other surface coated in dust. She stumbles as he kicks the door closed and pushes her towards the furthest wall by the window.

Pale moonlight beams through the glass and illuminates the unmarred side of his face. His single eye gleams at her, cold and intense, as his eyepatch fades into shadow.

Aemond keeps one hand on her mouth as he presses her back into the wall, and the other grips her throat, firm enough to serve as a warning.

“Does my suffering amuse you, bastard?”

She grasps at his wrists, digging her nails into him with as much force as she can muster. He only squeezes her throat and presses harder against her mouth, forcing the soft part of her skull against the stone until she lets out a muffled squeal.

“Now,” he says with an almost melodic growl, “are you going to make this difficult, or are you going to be an obedient bastard?”

She relents, her arms falling to her sides, and in return he withdraws the hand from her mouth.

“I- I never took pleasure in your suffering, surely you know that.” She stutters against his hold on her neck.

“Hmm, I find that hard to believe.”

“That is no fault of mine-”

He snaps and the smug facade falls. “Gēlȳni enkā gon Jemēla!” He snarls, dragging her in by her neck, until his nose is pressed against hers. His breath is heavy against her skin.

If he wants her to cower then she will not grant him the satisfaction. “And now I assume you have come to claim it.”

He hums to himself. He readjusts his grip on her, moving his palm to the side of her neck and she gasps at the sudden release. Though it is not a complete withdrawal. His fingertips tease over her skin as his thumb strokes against her jaw and his eye rakes over her face. It’s like he’s trying to study her, note every little detail and map every change. “I’ve spent six years thinking of all the ways I could repay you, of all the ways I could make you bleed.”

She writhes underneath him, eyes glistening and wide in a helpless plea. “Is that what you want from me, my blood?”

“Perhaps.” He draws his thumb over her cheek as tears silently stream from her eyes. “Perhaps I shall have something sweeter than that.” He traces the dampness over her lips so she can taste their salt and bitterness, while another hand comes to her waist, tracing circles over the fabric of her gown. “Afterall, we are not the children we once were.”

Her stomach drops. She brings her hands to his shoulders in a vague attempt to push him away. Her voice is little more than a light breath, “Aemond-”

“Do you not wish to make amends, dear niece?”

The memory is hazy and fragmented now, but her mind has held onto the darkness of the cave, a warmth trickling from her nose and falling into her mouth, the way he screamed when the blade met his flesh. She stepped back at the sight of her uncle on the ground, clutching at his face as thick, dark blood seeped through his fingers. Even then, it took her a few moments to realise what had happened, what she had done to him.

She wishes she could change what she sees in her dreams, but she has remained a powerless spectator to her own memories.

The lonely little boy she knew is gone and she will never make things right for him. The man who now stands before her, the man who looked about ready to kill her mere moments ago, is formidable and beautiful, in the way only a Targaryen Prince can be.

“Yes,” she utters.

He inches closer to her, perhaps unsure if he should, and presses his lips against hers. It starts with a tentative peck, and then he leans in again, delicately stroking his lips over hers. He feels soft and there’s a sharp sweetness on his tongue, stirring a hunger in her she has never known before.

She angles her head and brings her hands to cup either side of his jaw, so that she might lose herself in him. It’s not close enough.

He drags a hand down the front of her gown, over her bodice and the curve of her stomach. She tries to stop herself sighing but it comes out as a light hum and he smiles against her mouth.

Then his fingers slip under her skirt and start to snag at the waist of her smallclothes.

“Aemond!” She hisses, trying to push his arms away but he just sinks his body into hers, entrapping her further.

“Would you have me take your eye instead?”

She presses her lips together as a single finger traces over her sensitive flesh. She’s on a knife’s edge, somewhere between terror and weightlessness, determined not to let either show. “No,” she says tightly.

"Good bastard," he says with a false warmth in his voice. He drags his finger through her folds and to the wetness pooling at her centre.

"Eager little thing aren’t you?" He teases cruelly, as his strokes become faster and firmer. "Does your body so crave the man you defiled? Do you have no shame, bastard?”

When she tries to speak she realises how her breaths are slowly beginning to slip into light moans and whimpers. She should curse him, despise him, and yet she is drawn in deeper with every moment she spends under his damning touch.

She lets out a sharp gasp as he slips a finger inside her. Her body feels utterly weightless. “Aemond… I’ve never…”

“Bring this leg up-” he clasps his free hand around her knee and hitches it up to hook around his waist, giving him better access to her cunt. “That’s it,” he mutters into her mouth, “such a good bastard.”

Every one of her nerves is on edge as works into her, faster and deeper. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him, entirely at his mercy.

"Fuck… Aemond,"

“Do you like it, bastard? Do you like taking your pleasure from the man you so viciously maimed?”

She finds the wherewithal to offer him a light chuckle. "Is this the retribution I am to face? I take your eye and you take my dignity?"

A hand clamps around her throat again. Aemond brings his forehead into hers, the strap of his eyepatch pressing against her skin. There is fury in his face now, in the way he twists his lips, in the unnerving look in his eye, bearing into her very soul. “It’s only fair, don’t you think?” He says as his onslaught continues.

She's close, so close to her undoing.

“You’ll take what I give you, my sweet, Strong girl.”

She comes with a pleading and gasping moan, never allowing her eyes to leave his. He works her through it, until she's squirming and pushing against his hand. He ceases his movements, but keeps his finger inside her. She can feel herself twitching around him.

“This does not absolve you of your offence,” he whispers. “I will take what I am owed, and I will keep taking it from you until I am satisfied, do you understand?”

“Yes,” she says breathlessly.

He slips out of her, wiping the mess off on her skirt, but he stays close. The hold on her neck isn’t as tight now, it is just that, a hold, gentle and almost tender. He leans into her, nudging his nose against hers.

She parts her lips in anticipation. “Aemond…”

“Bastard whore,” he snarls, and shoves her against the wall before he disappears from the room.

She is left a trembling, dazed mess, crouched on the floor of an abandoned chamber, in a part of the castle she has no idea of how to escape. She hauls herself up, readjusts her smallclothes and her skirts, and slowly makes her way to the door.

There’s no sign of Aemond, no flash of silver hair, no sound of his footsteps. There is only the stillness of the night.

Until she hears her name echoing through the halls. The voice is faint and she can only guess where it is coming from. “Luke? Luke!”

She tries a few doors until she finds a stairwell. She follows the steps up, to a landing, and beyond that a corridor which conveniently brings her to somewhere she recognises.

“Where in seven hells have you been?” Jace demands, coming to meet her. He instantly notices the dried tears on her cheek and the way she’s shaking slightly. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

“I- I got lost on my way back to my chambers and… I started to panic, I didn’t- couldn’t think-”

He gently hushes her and takes her hands in his. “It’s alright, I’m here, breathe with me, that’s it…”

Jace has always been able to do this, to tell when she’s out of sorts and bring her back to her senses. She finally manages to steady her breath before he insists on walking her the short distance to her chambers.

“Mother says we are to return to Dragonstone tonight,” he says, “you should ensure you have everything you want for the journey.”

Her face goes pale at the thought of being on a boat so soon after they travelled here. Despite her name and the Velaryon blue of her gown, she does not fare well travelling by sea.

What of Aemond? What of her debt?

“At least you won’t have to endure the scrutiny of that smirking, one-eyed prick any longer.”

“No,” she mumbles, “thank the gods.”

#dead dove do not eat #karma is a god #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond x fem!lucerys #aemond x oc #fem!lucerys #aemond x original female character #hotd #hotd fanfiction #my fics

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year ago

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Amazing, Showstopping, Glamorous Blue Lock Headcanons That Are Definitely True Ego Told Me So #3

I have no excuse for this I just wanna yell about the boys

-Barou watches Bluey. He claims it's because of his two sisters but really he finds it incredibly comforting. His favorite character is Muffin (His favorite quote is "Muffin, NO!") If you call him out on it he'll get all embarrassed and claim it's for babies. This doesn't really change even after Isagi told him he watches it too- but he's not nearly as flustered post that.

- Chigiri sleeps like the dead. He gets up fine in the morning, but any time between then and bedtime he’s unmovable. The world could be ending and every catastrophe ever could be going down and he’ll just roll over and carry on snoring.

- Rin won't ever admit it, but he has such a soft spot for Bachira. The little gremlin wormed his way into his heart without any warning and- if you pay close enough attention, it shows. "This is gross, you take it" He'd say as he trades a meal with Bachira knowing the smaller boy loves it. "I only picked him because he's useful" after reuniting him with Isagi. "You're embarrassing. I guess I can teach you." He'd say while tutoring Bachira in English even AFTER he said he wouldn't.

-Reo's amazing at doing hair. Sometimes he'll force Chigiri to sit down so he could do his braid for him (it always looks amazing) claiming "You take forever. I'm doing it." But really he just wants to talk with the redhead about whatever (50% He's venting about Nagi, 50% it's everything from K-Drama's he's into, Team V shenanigans to various other topics). Chigiri can't fight him on it- and even if he could, he rather enjoys Reo doing his hair for him- plus he's really entertaining the way he tells stories.

- For the longest time, Nagi thought Half-Baked ice cream meant it was baked halfway in the oven before frozen. One time he got a craving and wanted some, but only had vanilla. And a microwave. Chigiri and Barou came back to find a burnt mess of ice cream in the microwave and a shamed Nagi.

-Despite his last name meaning "Happy Bee", Bachira has a strong dislike for the buzzing insects. Some say he was stung a lot as a kid, others say he might be allergic. Really though- Bachira doesn't like them cause one day he had a slushy and they got into his drink. He's never recovered since. He doesn't mind it when Isagi calls him "Bumble Bee" though. (Credit to you friend- you know who you are :D)

-Aryu's terrified of seagulls. Not only are they "So not glam" but they insist on attacking him any time he goes to the beach. (When he poses, his hair somehow catches one). He's also terrified of birds period- if one gets too close you can expect to hear him squawk and run for safety.

-Niko and Isagi have movie nights. They aren't much of a set up- Niko gets his phone back, Isagi somewhat convinces Karasu to share some of his "Snack Stash", and the two get comfy around the small screen watching whatever anime they're addicted to at the moment. They also break into song alot whenever an opening slaps. (May or may not have been told to "SHUT THE F*CK UP" by their teammates a few times).

-Hiori smiled at Rin once. It was so effective on him Rin walked straight into the doorframe of one of the sliding doors. Unfortunately for him Bachira and Isagi witnessed it and will never let him live it down. (They become his little statue muses like in Hercules- "It's okay, your in lo-" "Finish that sentence and I'll strangle you with your own shoelaces.")

-Bachira is very cuddly; he'll walk up to whomever and just wrap his arms around them from behind. He especially does this to Isagi whenever the other boy is trying to explain his spacial awareness or whatever. It's a 50/50 shot on whether he'll simply hug him or he'll start tickling him mid conversation- forcing Isagi to laugh so hard he can't finish the sentence.

-Gagamaru tends to put his whole face into whatever he's looking at. If you show him something on your phone he'll lean in so he's inches from it. Some figured he's nearsighted and needs glasses, but really it's just one of Gagamaru's many quirks.

-Someone once told Tokimitsu he radiated "Kirby energy". He didn't know what that meant but when he told his teammates Rin kinda gave him a once over and said: "Accurate." To this day Tokimitsu still doesn't get what that means.

-Kunigami hates horror movies; Chigiri lives for them. 50% of their movie nights consist of the hero hiding behind him while Chigiri snickers at the antics going onscreen.

#blue lock #headcanons #spontaneous headcanons #I'm in a blue lock mood lols #most of these were written well before posting but now I've finally gotten around to sharing them with y'all #ASGBLHCs

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aller-geez · 7 months ago

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Get to know: Blythe Nevrin

(owned by @thekinkyleopard )

31 // Female // She/Her/Hers // Lesbian // Succubus Cobra

Full name: Blythe Nevrin

Nickname: Bly, B, Bee, Bumble Bee

Date Of Birth:

Big Three: Virgo 🌞 Gemini 🌙 Leo ↗️

Physical Appearance —

Age: looks 24-25

Eye Color: Black Sceleras with Silver irises

Hair Color: Dark purple with lighter purple ombré tips

Weight: 125

Height: 5’6

Race: Succubus Demon

Distinguishing Marks or Characteristics: Large black circular horns and a pair of small straight horns protruding from forehead, Dimple piercings, labret, septum and right hand eyebrow piercing, Freya with wings tattooed on her collarbone

Personality —

Greatest Strength: Her charismatic charm she can get /almost/ anyone to tell her anything and do anything

Greatest Weakness: Horribly Clumsy susceptible to injury and illness

Soft Spot: Freya, Zeroh, Amara

Mannerisms/Traits: Comes off very strong, cocky, know it all and seductive but also incredibly forward, vindictive and manipulative and catty. She does have a softer side to her that is often saved for very few.

Miscellaneous Trivia —

Blythe tries to often be a better person than she is but by nature her response is to be selfish or animalistic she is a slave to her urges

While living in the woods building their home, Blythe learned magic and potions, how to use her new abilities given to her from Father Lucifer and it helped them survive

Zeroh trained Blythe how to manipulate the veil as Satan instructed him to. This was in order to insure she could spy when necessary undetected. Having spent about a year of time together, she learned to really respect him, and sometimes tries to get him to soften up on Zilya, her neighbor and friend. They have a mutual respect for each other as coworkers and Blythe views him as a mentor and first real male figure that doesn’t manipulate her. Often visiting him when she can and catching up on stories.

Blythe meets Zilya when she and Freya find a spot in the woods they like to start building their forever home. At first the vampire was furious but melted under Blythe’s charm and they became fast friends who often exchange potions, ingredients, gossip and gab when they get the chance

Sneeze Content —

ALLERGIES

Dust

Moss

How severe are they?

She gets pretty stuffy and then have a few fits if continuously exposed

Do they get sick often?

Not too often but she also has quick remedies

How bad is it usually?

She can be a very sicky mess if she doesn’t remedy it with a potion quickly

Do they stifle?

Yes if she’s around others she will try to stifle them

How loud are their sneezes?

Not incredibly loud, medium but expressive

What do they sneeze into?

Palms or down her dress

How often do they sneeze?

Whenever presented by a trigger

How many times do they sneeze in a fit?

2 times at most 3

Do they have build-ups or are they sudden?

Sudden

Do they sneeze in public?

Nope, they’ve got a natural cover; The Veil

Some examples of their sneezes?

Backstory —

Blythe was born to Rochelle and Danny Neverin, two meth addicts that procreated purely by a drugged up accident. Children can be a blessing, in many ways. The second they could they were selling photos, videos of Blythe through various stages of her growth, selling off their daughter’s innocent body to monsters online. Eventually as their addictions escalated, so did their need to make money and thus they began selling Blythe out. Prostituting her from the ages of 13-17. They earned 5k per client and often kept her out for 10+ clients everyday. Though their lifestyle went front trailer parks to gated neighborhoods, the abuse never stopped and Blythe was never treated like a person let alone daughter. Through out her entire life, Blythe felt as though something or someone was watching her. God ? She thought. Often escaping death through insane unexplainable coincidences. Failed suicide after failed suicide and yet never truly feeling alone. It was when she turned 18 that her suspicions were confirmed and an angel by the name of Freya, exposed her existence to her. The angel spoke of an innate need to protect her, a confession of love, sincerity. Blythe felt like she already knew her, the angel’s presence comforting alone. Immediately Blythe knew she wanted to run away with this being and they did but found it very difficult to escape the wrath of God himself. Without much thought, Blythe had heard rumors of an old well and a well dressed man. Upon inquiring the old well, she met a hand of Satan who led her to meet him face to face due to her special circumstances. In order to protect them from the eyes of God, Satan offered her and Freya two necklaces powerful to shield them , but Blythe would have to sacrifice her humanity over to him and in exchange she would become the very thing that tormented her. Sin Incarnate. Turned into an insatiable Succubus she was now forced to be Lucifer’s very own eyes on earth. Yet, she finds herself compromised when tasked with the mission of reporting back about Alistar, Satan’s most rebellious son. While she reports what she is allotted, she can not report it all. Her and Alistar at a stand still. He won’t get them exposed to God, She won’t expose him to Satan. They work in balance but secretly despise each other.

Blythe loves potions, magic, and has the fet. She’s allergic to moss, rats, dust, and rosemary. She has a medium type immune system neither good or bad

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