#tyril of house starfury

[aestheteasteria]

Men with long hair are my religion

[bedtimegiraffe]

We get some new race-dependent lore in Book 3, Chapter 5

(Both in large part from Aerin. Thank, man! Look at you knowing something instead of being wildly confused because no one caught you up again.)

Apparently the goblins return to the forest a bit more literally than I was picturing:

And the Valleroses followed the proud human tradition of claiming a special relationship to the gods to justify their right to rule/conquer:

The reveal if you're an orc is about their mother and really isn't a reveal at all, so I haven't included it here. But I still recommend Neckrone Shen's playthroughs on youtube if you're curious!

[masked-alien-lesbian]

🤣🤣🤣🤣

[amnspages]

I have been for 3 years 😩😩

[starfurification]

oh my mans was Starving

[mikaelsrose]

First of all!!! The first part was scary!!! YOU CAN"T IMPLY THE WHOLE GANG IS DEAD, THIS IS TOO MUCH OKAY?????

I kept thinking "no, Kassss, you can't drop dead now, THEY NEED YOU," but then i remembered you saying this fic had a happy ending but I was still stressed :x

also it's nice to finally see someone combining the two realms as well lol

Second of all!!!! The whole gang sleeping in the same room (for two weeks!!!) just to be there for Kassandra when she wakes up is so endearing, they really are the perfect found family 🥺AND TYRIL MY BOY, how i love seeing your emotions!!

“Let’s… give them some privacy.” Kade said gently.

Ah yes, Kade knows what's up, it's time for mom and dad to talk in private 😂

“Please don’t ever scare me like that again.” He whispered. In a burst of strength, she embraced the elf, ignoring the lingering aches in her body. He quickly embraced her back. “Considering we have a tendency to end up in dangerous situations, I don’t think that that’s something I can promise.” She felt and heard him chuckle a little. “But I’ll try my best.”

they are literally the babiest babies, dear universe give them a rest, they deserve it!!! 🥺🥺💕

this fic is everything but 'meh'!!! It's great!! I also think the final battle wasn't angsty enough and you d e l i v e r e d!!!!! thank you for rewriting this scene💛

Battle

Fandom: Blades of Light and Shadow

Pairing: Tyril Starfury x f!human!MC (Kassandra)

Word count: 3.3k

Concept: A rewrite of the final battle of Blades 2

Tags: @liviusofpella, @megas-choices, @starlight-starfury, @dutifullynuttywitch, @thosehallowedhalls, @choicesficwriterscreations

AO3 link: x

A/N: Honestly, the only reason I didn’t post this one sooner is because I couldn’t think of a title, which I still think is a bit meh. Meh might actually be my general attitude towards this fic. Not bad but still a bit meh. Regardless, enjoy some good angst again.

When Kassandra awoke, all she felt was pain, the slightest twist of her body shooting fire through every nerve and every muscle. The high-pitched ringing in her ears gradually lessened, allowing her to hear the noises of the ongoing battle around her, determination reinvigorating in her. A groan escaped her as she tried to sit up, catching only a glimpse of the source of her pain before it forced her to lie down again.

A massive wound covered her stomach, the blood dripping easily from it. Gritting her teeth, she pressed her hand down on the wound and in a swift movement, rolled onto her stomach. She breathed heavily to quell the pain, but it was quickly replaced by a gasp as she finally saw the carnage around her.

Her friends were strewn around her, bleeding, all still and unmoving, the victims of the Empress’ wrath. With Valax on their side, they had landed blow after blow, making the Empress bleed and her skin crack. When they hit one strike too many, the Empress had burst out her powers in a rage, sending Kassandra and the others flying, the magic shredding at their skin.

Kassandra looked at all the bodies. Everyone was present, Tyril nearest to her.

“Tyril?” She called out to him, her voice barely audible over the wind. The elf didn’t move and worry bit at her heart. “Tyril?” She cried, her worry morphing into fear when he still didn’t move. She reached for him but all she grabbed was dirt and grass. “Tyril!” Tears rolled out of her eyes.

With a pained shout, she forced herself to crawl, finally close enough to grab onto his hand, relief washing over her when she heard him groan in response and ever so slightly tighten his grip on her hand. She wanted to weep loudly when he opened his eyes a crack, blue meeting brown; how she wished she could bask in that moment for an eternity, but she was running out of time. She looked over her shoulder at the Empress, hurling her magic and slaughtering those that dared get too close. Kassandra squeezed her eyes shut, tears escaping despite her best efforts.

She knew what she had to do.

“Kassandra?” He whispered as she pressed a long, hard kiss on his knuckles.

“I love you. So much.” Reluctantly, she pulled away and used all her strength to stand, gritting her teeth as her wound seared with pain. Every step she took, a new stab of agony rushed through her, but she pressed on, eyes trained on her target with fiery determination.

“Hey! Ashy!” Kassandra shouted. The Empress turned around and smirked cockily at the approaching human.

“Ah, the great hero rises.” She mocked. Kassandra took another step and stumbled to the ground, the Empress’ laughter carried by the wind. With a growl, she forced herself to her feet, the blood dripping over her hand.

“You will never conquer the Light Realm. I will protect it with my life.” Kassandra said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, I’m sure you will.” The Empress laughed. She conjured up a ball of Shadow and threw it towards Kassandra. She dodged at the last moment, feeling the tendrils of Shadow brush across her cheek before she fell to the ground once more, letting out a cry of pain.

“Damn it.” She muttered under her breath as she sat up on her hands and knees, looking at her hand, it now entirely red, the Empress’ mocking laughter ringing in her ears. “Damn it.” She gritted her teeth as she continued to stare at her wound.

She could never face the Empress in this state. She could try the healing spell Nia taught her, but she realized quickly that that likely wouldn’t work; she barely had the strength to stand, and Nia had told her the difficulties of using such a spell on oneself. Another idea struck her. With a deep breath, she called on the Light and produced a flame in her hand. Not giving herself the opportunity to talk herself out of it, she pressed the flame to her injury. It took all her willpower to not scream, the pain worse than the injury had been but when she pulled her hand back, she smiled.

It had worked. She wasn’t bleeding anymore.

She rose to her feet, her stomach sore and throbbing, and faced down the Empress, who, for the briefest of moments, seemed impressed before her face twisted back into that familiar cruel and cocky smile.

“Your determination is amusing.” She quipped. Kassandra stopped some distance from the Empress, meeting her gaze.

“It’s time for you to go, your Highness. You don’t belong here. You never have. All you bring to this world is death and destruction. It’s time to give it back to people who actually make something of it.” Kassandra unhooked her whip from her belt, the end falling unceremoniously to the ground. The Empress looked at the weapon and laughed heartily.

“And who’s going to make me go? You? With your bit of string in your hand?” Kassandra’s stomach sank for a moment before she steeled herself.

“Probably not. But let’s just give this one last go.” With a flick of her wrist, the whip burst into flame. “Shall we?”

Kassandra threw the whip, angry when the Empress managed to dodge the hit. Determined, she aimed and threw again, sending the Shadow creature in the other direction. She dodged another Shadow Orb that was thrown her way, after which she lashed the whip a third time, causing the Empress to stumble to avoid the hit. As she regained her footing, Kassandra threw the whip once more, the flaming end slashing the Empress on her cheek, a black crack forming. The Empress hollered and grasped at her cheek, flaming hateful eyes trained on the human that caused it.

“You little weed!” She seethed. Kassandra stared back with equal fire, hand ready to cut again. The metallic taste of blood flooded her tongue and she spat it out, her gaze never leaving her opponent.

“Yes, I am just a little dandelion. No matter how many times you pull at my roots, no matter how many times you try to destroy me, I will always find a crack in your foundation and grow!” Shouting the last word, she threw her weapon, hurling the whip as hard as she could. The end missed but as it snapped, the flames burst out in an explosion, the shockwave causing the Empress to stumble. Kassandra screamed and aimed again, the whip exploding once more. She threw it over and over, the flames growing more ferocious with each crack, a trail of fire left behind with every movement until she was surrounded by rings of the orange light, her movement elegant and graceful despite the exhaustion and the heat and the ever-present pain. A twirling dance of metal and fire.

“ENOUGH!” The Empress hollered and a shockwave of Shadow pushed out of her, too fast to dodge. Kassandra went flying, skidding, and tumbling across the ground, groaning when her head contacted something hard. Her head churned and twisted, her vision blurred and distorted. She blinked rapidly, seeing a dark figure coming to stand over her, a Shadow scythe in her hand. The Empress lifted the weapon with a gleeful smile.

“I’m going to kill you, Realm-Walker. I’m going to gut you and use your guts to strangle your little elf. I am the Ash Empress, the Mother of Grey. I am Death. You’re just a human being.”

The scythe swung down, a killing blow to her chest. Kassandra rolled out of the way, feeling the rush of air as the weapon plunged into the earth next to her. The Empress yanked the weapon out as Kassandra jumped to her feet, grabbing onto the Empress’ wrists. The Empress pushed back but Kassandra refused to budge, her arms trembling under the sheer strength of her opponent. With a shout, she pushed back, jumping out of the way to dodge another swing of the scythe.

An Orb of Light appeared in her hand, and she threw it at her adversary, it exploding in a ferocious blinding light. As the Empress howled in pain, Kassandra abandoned the whip and pulled forth a dagger, concentrating on the blade, it beginning to glow with potent Light. As the light from the orb faded, the Empress turned to face her, but it was too late as Kassandra plunged the Light-infused weapon into the center of her chest. The Empress looked down at the weapon in shock before turning her hateful gaze back to the human in front of her.

“This is for my family.” Kassandra twisted the knife, the Empress grunting as cracks of Light began to form on her skin. “This is for me.” Another twist. “And this is for Tyril. You will never touch him again!” And she plunged the knife deeper, more cracks of Light forming on the gray skin, permeating all through her body and turning the skin hard and brittle, little chunks of ash blowing away with the wind until there was nothing left of the Empress, the knife falling to the grass as Kassandra fell to her knees, exhausted and dizzy, her head pounding. Moments later, she felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Valax, heavily injured but alive. She looked sadly at the small remaining pile of ash before them.

“My mother…”

“She’s gone.” Kassandra answered as she rose to her feet, stumbling as she did. Valax’s sad expression continued for a moment longer before her face became serious once more.

“We still have a problem on our hands.” She said sternly, looking out towards the portal. Kassandra nodded and straightened herself, gritting her teeth to lessen the pain.

“Let’s do this.” And the two ran in the direction of the portal, dodging Ashen soldiers and monsters along the way. Soon, they were at the portal, the buzzing causing the pain in her head to increase. She ignored it as best she could as she raised her hand, ready to shut the portal when her hand faltered.

“If we seal it, it’ll be the death of magic. The elves, the goblins, they’ll die.” Lowering her hand, Kassandra looked out over the field once more, watching the elves fight against the invaders, throwing Orbs of Light and magical flames. She glanced over in the direction of the final resting place of the Empress, thinking of Nia and Tyril, how their lives were intertwined with magic.

“And if we keep it open, Shadow will corrupt, and Light will drain people’s life force.” Valax responded. “The world would stay as it is. Unbalanced and unfair.”

Neither option was appealing. Kassandra pondered and pondered when a thought struck her.

“What if we broke the barrier?”

“What?”

“The Realms were one once. Maybe they should be one once more. Bring it all back the way it was.” Valax looked hesitant.

“Worlds would collide if we broke the barrier. Buildings, trees, rivers, it’ll all collide, and we don’t where anything will land. People will die.” Valax reasoned. Kassandra looked over the battlefield, black spots clouding her eyes.

“More than they are now?” Valax followed her gaze and fell silent.

“I trust you, Kassandra. And I trust you to make the right choice.” Kassandra looked to the portal and then back to the open field, watching the bloodshed unfold further. Light against Shadow, a division started many millennia ago. How many had suffered and died due to the greed of a handful of people?

A choice was made.

“The Ascendants split the world to keep their power and they died anyway. So many suffered for it. It’s time to bring it back to the way it was.” Kassandra lifted her hand to the portal, channeling her realm-walker abilities and willing the portal to grow larger, sensing the cracks in the barrier growing every second. She sensed a surge of magic as Valax joined her, tearing more and more at the barrier.

Kassandra’s hand began to falter as she pushed her powers further than she ever had before. Her head spun, her insides felt as though they were being torn apart. But she pushed more and more, screaming as she pressed on, feeling the barrier break more by the second, the pressure building.

Suddenly, the pressure snapped, and the barrier collapsed in a blinding light. The ground shook but somehow, she remained standing until the earth stopped moving.

Her arms fell and she collapsed onto her knees, breathing heavily as she looked around her, seeing a new, chaotic, and strange world. Shadow trees twisted and rooted in the once open fields, Imtura’s ships now on land due to changed shorelines and the mountains placed differently. She felt a surge of magic in her and she quickly recognized it as being true magic. She smiled weakly, but quickly succumbed to a coughing fit, blood pooling out of her mouth. Her coughing soon stopped but the blood continued to drip out of her mouth. She felt dizzier than before, it worsening by the second, her vision fading, her insides numb.

“Kassandra!” Someone screamed as the world faded to black.

---

It was warm.

Kassandra tried to move but her arms and hands were too heavy, something heavy lying on top of her making it difficult to move anything else. She managed to shuffle ever so slightly to make herself more comfortable on the surprisingly soft surface she was lying on.

“If this is death, it’s not too bad.” She thought, as she slowly opened her heavy lids. Her vision was blurry and unfocused, dizziness immediately swimming in her head. She closed her eyes for a moment before trying again. This time it was easier to bear though her vision was still fuzzy. She could make out colors: soft cream and bronze. She blinked a few times, her vision getting clearer every time, and she frowned when she recognized the ceiling. It was the ceiling of the room she’d had in Whitetower.

She turned her head and let out a light gasp when she spotted Nia in a chair next to her bed, head slumped down in rest.

She was not dead.

“Nia?” Kassandra said, her voice weak and cracked. Nia didn’t move. “Nia?” She tried louder. The priestess shook out of her sleep and lifted her head, her eyes widening immediately.

“Kassandra!” Nia whispered, jumping out of the chair, and coming to sit on the edge of the bed. “Thank the Gods, you’re finally awake!”

She couldn’t help but smile and tried to sit up, only for her stomach to blaze with pain. Kassandra hissed as she lay back down. There was a hum of magic and the pain immediately lessened.

“Don’t push yourself.” Nia said, moving her hand over Kassandra’ abdomen. “You still aren’t fully healed, and your stomach will no doubt be tender for some time, even with magic.” Nia frowned, a motherly expression of disappointment and concern on her face. “That was quite reckless, burning your stomach like that; yes, it stopped the bleeding externally but internally... “ The priestess trailed off for a moment. “I understand why you did it but…” The priestess trailed off again and Kassandra felt a pit of regret in her stomach.

“How long was I asleep?” Kassandra asked after a time, her voice coming out scratchy and hoarse.

“You were unconscious for about two weeks. We were scared you weren’t going to make it. How do you feel?” Kassandra moved her head and pain immediately shot through her skull, more aches passing through her body just as fast.

“Like I’ve been hit by a thousand bricks and my limbs are lead.” Nia let out a light chuckle.

“You did push yourself a lot at the end. Do you need anything?”

“Some water would be nice.” Nia nodded and grabbed the pitcher that stood on the side table and filled a glass. She gently placed her hand under Kassandra’s head and lifted her up, helping her slowly drink from the cup. Once it was empty, she helped her lay down again.

“Better?”

“Much. Thank you. Are the others here?” Nia nodded and looked over her shoulder. Kassandra tried to follow her gaze but was unable to lift her head much.

“They’re here. They’re asleep. I’ll wake them; they’ll be so relieved to see you awake.” Before Kassandra could protest, Nia stood from the bed and moved out of sight. “Imtura! Wake up!” She heard her whisper loudly. She heard movement behind the foot of the bed, a thud and then, a man groaning.

“No, she’s my pillow!” Mal whined.

“Kassandra’s awake.” She heard shuffling and the orc and scoundrel appeared in her sight, both looking disheveled, while Nia moved into another corner of the room, Kade soon appearing in her vision as well. As Nia disappeared from sight and the door opened and closed, her brother leapt for the bed, gathering her in an embrace as Mal and Imtura approached. The embrace shot pain up her whole body.

“Kade, you’re hurting me.” Kassandra said and immediately, Kade let go and helped her down onto the bed.

“Sorry. I’m just so happy to see you awake.” He said, tears of joy in his eyes. Kassandra smirked.

“Can’t get rid of me that easy.” She looked at the other two figures standing by her bed. “Hi guys.” Mal moved closer and sat down on the bed. He was silent for a time, seemingly trying to find the right words amid a whirlwind of emotion.

“Good to have you back, kit.” He said, struggling to keep his tone even. Slowly and with effort, Kassandra reached out and took his hand, trying to exude as much comfort into her touch as she could. Mal finally looked at her and she offered him a gentle smile.

“It’s good to be back.” The door slammed open, causing all heads to turn. Panting in the door stood Tyril, Nia appearing only moments later. The elf immediately looked to the bed and Kassandra heard his breath catch when their eyes met. Silence permeated the space.

“Let’s… give them some privacy.” Kade said gently. Surprisingly, the others offered little protest. They shuffled out of her sight and soon, the door clicked shut, leaving the room in silence again. For a time, neither of them moved, Tyril now not looking at her. Slowly, he moved closer and sat down on the bed, taking hold of her hand, and bringing it up to place a few gentle kisses on the knuckles. He took in a shaking breath and Kassandra noticed a red, wet tinge to his eyes.

“Tyril, please don’t cry.” She said softly. He let out a wet chuckle, shaking his head slightly as a tear ran down his cheek.

“I’m not crying.” He finally looked at her, his expression walking a line between worry and relief as another tear rolled out of his eye. With what little strength she had, she moved her hand out of his grasp and cupped his cheek. Quickly, her hand faltered but the elf reached up and kept it in place.

“I’m going to be okay.” Tyril nodded, more tears rolling from his eyes. He took her hand from his cheek and held on to it before he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her lips. She returned the gesture as best she could, a tear rolling out of her eye now too. When he pulled away, he remained close, resting his forehead against hers, the grip on her hand tightening.

“Please don’t ever scare me like that again.” He whispered. In a burst of strength, she embraced the elf, ignoring the lingering aches in her body. He quickly embraced her back.

“Considering we have a tendency to end up in dangerous situations, I don’t think that that’s something I can promise.” She felt and heard him chuckle a little. “But I’ll try my best.”

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC F/AotW - Jan 21 - 27, 2024

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨= Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA | 🔹Submitted by creator

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Aerin Valleros Fanart 🎨by @storyofmychoices

Aerin Valleros x MC Fanfic ✒️🔹by @skepticalfrogcat

Blades of Light & Shadow Fanart 🎨🔹| Multiple Characters by @phaaz

Promises ✒️🔹- @petalouda85

Things Left Unsaid ✒️Ⓜ️🔥🔹| Mal Volari x F!MC - @dutifullynuttywitch

Tyril Starfury x MC 🎨🏳️‍🌈🔹by @gaiuskamilah

CRIMES OF PASSION

Gabriel Rose 🎨🏳️‍🌈🔹by @lilyoffandoms

Home Without ✒️| Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

laplace's angel ✒️🔹| Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads

A Tipsy Winter's Tale ✒️🔹| Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @jerzwriter

THE CURSED HEART

Longclaw x Radiance Fanart 🎨🔹by @artbyalz

THE ELEMENTALISTS

Hallway Argument ✒️| Beckett Harrington, MC - @choicesmc

ENDLESS SUMMER

Grandchildren: Leonel 🎨🏳️‍🌈| Estela Montoya x MC - @marmolady

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Snow in Crimson, Starlight in Gold (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🏳️‍🌈| m!cas x m!gabe x m!mc - @aria-ashryver Chapter 38: Heaven is Not Fit to House a Love Like You and I

IT LIVES SERIES

ILITW Fanart 🎨 by @alleykatart

LAWS OF ATTRACTION

Prelude: Martin's Rise ✒️🔹| Martin Vanderweil x MC - @aces-and-angels

Serving Cunt and Justice 🎨🏳️‍🌈| Multiple Characters by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

NIGHTBOUND

Loyal to be Royal ✒️🔹| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian

OPEN HEART

Full Open Heart Masterlist Week of Jan 21-27

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Best Kept Secrets (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🔹| Liam Rys x F!MC - @ao719 Chapter 18: Maybe We'll Get it Right

Daylight ✒️Ⓜ️🔹| TRR MC x ? - @angelasscribbles

Forevermore (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🔹| King Marquise (Liam) x MC - @khoicesbyk Chapter 4a: The Princess Diary, Part 1 Chapter 4b: The Princess Diary, Part 2

VEIL OF SECRETS

Jeff Duffy Fanart 🎨🔹by @lilyoffandoms

Veil of Secrets Fanart 🎨🔹Multiple Characters by @lilyoffandoms

WAKE THE DEAD

Angel Savage Fanart 🎨🔹by @gaiuskamilah

Angel Savage Fanart 2 🎨🔹by @lilyoffandoms

Eli Sipes Fanart 🎨🔹by @lilyoffandoms

The Siren (Zombie) 🎨by @lilyoffandoms

Starlit Night ✒️🔹| Troy Hassan x F!MC - @dutifullynuttywitch

Troy Hassan Fanart 🎨🔹by @lilyoffandoms

WTD MC 🎨🔹by @lilyoffandoms for @dutifullynuttywitch

CROSSOVERS / MULTIPLE STORIES

Blades of Light & Shadow/Nightbound

Happy Birthday @ladylamrian! 🎨| Nik Ryder, Aerin Valleros, Mal Volari - by @artbyalz

Crimes of Passion, Nightbound, Open Heart, The Royal Romance

Choices MCs 🎨 by @mariemarieohcontrary

[choicesjanuary2024]

MASTERLIST || WELCOME || PROMPTS || RULES || HOST

Listed in alphabetical order by artist name. If I missed adding one on this list, or missed reblogging, please let me know.

@aallotarenunelma

Chronicles of a Crimson Summer 11 (ID Fic & Edit, Cas x MC)

Songs that describe my pairings (ID & It Lives Songs)

@dutifullynuttywitch

Starlit night (WtD Fic, Troy x MC)

@inlocusmads

chosen family (CoP Fic, Trystan)

hello, goodbye ~ jimmy rose (CoP Fic, Jimmy)

laplace’s angel (CoP Fic, Trystan x MC)

meeting at a crosswalk (CoP Fic, Trystan x MC)

slam poetry (MAH Fic, Stevie x MC)

@jerzwriter

A Different Fate - Final Chapter (OPH Fic, Ethan x MC)

A Little Mess (OPH Edit, Tobias x MC)

A New Perspective (OPH Fic, Tobias x MC)

A Tipsy Winter Tale (CoP Fic, Trystan x MC)

Clucking Amazing (OPH Edit, Ethan x MC)

Different Destinations (OPH Fic, Tobias x MC)

If the hat fits… (CoP Fic & Art Commission, Trystan x MC)

It Always Starts Somewhere…. (CoP Fic, Trystan x MC)

Pen-sive (OPH Fic, Ethan x MC)

Pietro & Azul (OPH Fic, Tobias x MC)

Stress Reduction (OPH Fic, Tobias x MC)

The Morning (WtD Fic, Eli x MC)

Trystan’s 2023 Holiday Recap (CoP Edit, Trystan x MC)

Twenty-Five (WTD Fic, Troy & MC)

@ladylamrian

A Prince for the Holidays (Blades Fic, Aerin x MC)

His Barbie, Her Ken (Nightbound Fic, Nik x MC)

Loyal to be Royal (Nightbound Fic, Nik x MC, Garrus x MC)

@liaromancewriter

Daddy’s Girl (OPH Fic, Ethan x MC)

Making It Work (OPH Edit, Ethan x MC)

Miami Nights: Before and After (OPH Edit, Ethan x MC)

New Year Wishes (OPH Fic, Ethan x MC)

Whatever It Takes (OPH Edit, Ethan x MC)

@lilyoffandoms

Alex as the Winter Princess (Nightbound Art, MC)

Aerin x Raine (Blades Art, Aerin x MC)

Aerin x Raine (Blades Art, Aerin x MC)

Ash Clark (ILITW Art, OC)

Captain Pandrosion Elara (AtV Art, Sol, Meridian, Kepler, MC)

Casey MacTavish (OPH Art, MC)

Coffee Date(s) (CoP Art, Trystan x MC)

Detective Lilah Rose (CoP Art, MC)

Ethan (OPH Art)

Gabriel Rose (CoP Art)

Imtura Tal Kaelen (Blades)

Inspired by Mal x Daenarya (Blades Art, Mal x OC)

Kajsiab (Alpha Art, MC)

Kieran (TCH Art)

Lancelot x Guinevere Silhouette (Guinevere Art, Lancelot x MC)

Leaf, King of Birds (TCH Art)

Lilah Rose (CoP Art, MC)

Luca O'Rinn (ID MC)

Mal Volari (Blades Art)

Marianna Howard (Desire and Decorum Fanart, OC)

Nia Ellarious (Blades Art)

Nora Rose (CoP Art, MC)

Sabastyan Thorne Case File (CoP Art)

Saini Rusanen (ID Art, MC)

Tatum x Aubrey (FA Art, Tatum x MC)

Together We Win (Blades Art, MC)

Trystan (CoP Art)

Tyril Starfury (Blades Art)

Wallace (Blades Art)

@lovealexhunt

Happy New Year (RCD Fic & Art Commission, Thomas x MC)

Helios - Emma’s Arylu (TE Art, Familiar)

#plantlove (OPH Fic, Bryce x OC)

Post Christmas Bliss (RCD Art Commission, Thomas x MC)

Spread Joy #841 (Blades Edit, Mal)

Tuneless Wonders (TE, Fic & Art Commission)

Valax (Blades Art)

@peonyblossom

Hades of House Nightbloom (Blades Art Commission, MC)

I Wasn’t Built For Iceland (AME Fic, Carson x MC)

We’ll Figure It Out (Untamable Fic, Kit x MC)

@stars-are-within-me

In Her Arms (CoP Fic, Vasili, Juliana)

The Skies (Blades Fic, Imtura, Ventra)

@tess-liam

Turning the Page (TRR Fic, Liam x OC)

@thosehallowedhalls

A 2AM Christmas Tree Farm [1/2] (CoP Fic, Trystan x MC)

Babysitting the Demonic Duo (CoP Fic, Trystan x MC)

Home without - Part One (CoP Fic, Trystan x MC)

Progression (CoP Fic, Trystan x MC)

Tabloids, or a story in 5 headlines (CoP Fic, Trystan x Emma)

[malthemagnifisent]

Pairing: Aerin x Male!elf Mc (Cyrus)

Summary: The Elves of Undermount and King Arlan of White Tower form an agreement, to be sealed by the marriage of the King’s youngest son and Cyrus of House Nightbloom. A political alliance between the two was long in the making and important to uphold, so despite the heavy burden, Cyrus knew he could not shirk his duty and could only hope that his husband would be good to him.

Notes: There will be another part to this story soon enough, I wanted to make it multiple chapters cause why not? I think there’s a lot of material to work with

Tags: @oh-so-youre-a-nerd @baldwinboy5ive @lilyoffandoms @guinevre @vicissavior @lancelotsimp

“Why me?” Cyrus demanded, suddenly and loud enough to be heard over the wind rushing in their ears as they flew toward the palace of the white tower.

“Because you’re unimportant to Undermount,” Tyril said back, which Cyrus had known was the answer, but he still wanted to hear it out loud.

The tensions between Undermount and White Tower had been rising, and in an attempt to smooth over that tension, a simple deal had been made. A marriage was an easy alliance that was not so easily broken, and Cyrus had been chosen as the most obvious choice to be given away.

Because, like Tyril said, he was not important. Sure, he had mobility, but his family was dead, his contributions to elven woxiety would not be a great loss, and marrying some human prince would be a better use of his time.

Or so everyone thought.

So he’d been packed up, given a Drake, and Tyril Starfury as an escort before taking off to White Tower to meet his new fiancé, a man named Aerin.

They’d never interacted before as Cyrus had never gotten to stray far from Undermount, and he wasn’t the most pleased with the arrangement, but it was considered his duty, and shirking his duty would get him nowhere.

Besides, there was a small part of him that was interested in seeing the world. He’d never been given duties that brought him far, but he had a curious mind and was hoping to see the best in the situation. The best part was that he would get to see something new.

The peaks of the white tower came into view, shimmering softly in the setting sun. It made the white stone shine orange and yellow, which would have been a beautiful sight if Cyrus wasn’t so absorbed into his own head.

As they drew closer, it became clear that there were people waiting for their arrival. At first, they appeared as little more than tiny specks, but soon it became clear they were people. Not close enough to make out any features yet, but Cyrus still felt a tightening in his chest and forced himself to look away from the looming castle with its many white spires.

“What if he’s cruel?” Cyrus blurted out, his fear finally slipping out, but it was far too late for any real assurance. He didn’t know the man he was to marry; he didn’t know his humor or temperament; he didn’t know if he would even like the man.

He liked to believe that no deal would have been made that would put him in harm's way, but he didn’t truly trust that all the elves in Undermount would care more for his well-being than whatever alliance stood between the elves and humans.

They would gladly give Cyrus to a cruel man if it meant they kept their power and peace.

Suddenly, the drake dropped steeply, and Cyrus was forced to tighten his grip on Tyril’s waist. The wind flew wildly through his hair and made his eyes water as they came into a steep landing, and the dragon's feet alighted gracefully onto the stone floors.

He heard the chatter of the people around them, but was too busy getting his bearings to really pay attention to what anyone was saying. Tyril, of course, did not have the same problem; he slid off the drake with ease and the same refined grace he always possessed.

“King Arlan, this is quite the reception committee,” Tyril said, and as Cyrus finally got his wits about him, he realized it was true. There were nobility, guards, and servants gathered for their arrival, all of which seemed overboard to Cyrus, but who was he to say how the humans did things?

With a quiet sigh, Cyrus slid from the back of the drake, landing behind Tyril, his head held high and his back painfully straight. He’d been quite trussed up for his first meeting with his betrothed; his hair had been braided back and swept to the side, thin gold wire was running through the dark strands, and intricate clips had been secured at the base of the braise.

And while he looked a little windswept, it didn’t detract from the obvious effort put into his appearance.

“We are happy to welcome you to our home; the alliance between Undermount and White Tower is a long one; it must be maintained,” King Arlan was saying, to which Tyril dutifully nodded along, though out of the corner of his eyes he glanced back at Cyrus, silently checking in, making sure he still stood strong.

Tyril was not very clear with his care, but Cyrus always managed to pick up on it, and right now he appreciates it far more than he usually does.

With a deep breath, Cyrus schooled his expression and put on an easy smile before stepping forward and lowering his head in a respectful greeting. “It’s a pleasure to be here, King Arlan. I am Cyrus of House Nightbloom. I hope this arrangement between our families will help further solidify the relations between our people,” he said, his voice steady, never wavering for a second as he stood up straight again and met the king's eyes.

Two men stood beside the king, and Cyrus knew one of them was his betrothed, but they were both dressed in fine clothes, both Prince's; one was the older son whom he had no interest in, but he couldn’t tell which was which, at least not until King Arlan smiled and gestured at the slightly shorter of his two sons.

“This is my son, Aerin. I trust that the two of you will have much to discuss together,” he said, allowing Aerin to step forward.

The prince looked nervous, not as well put together as Cyrus was, but he didn’t look all that intimidating, and Cyrus was glad it was him and not the other brother he was being married to. He didn’t want to sound rude, but the king's older son had a rather unsettling air about him.

“It’s good to meet you; I know this has been in discussion for a while, so it’s nice to put a face to your name, Cyrus,” Aerin said, bowing his head much the same way Cyrus did before he reached out and gently took Cyrus’ hand and placed a kiss on his knuckles, which were flushed a slightly darker blue, irritated by the cold air from their flight.

His cheeks, however, turned darker for a very different reason. The kiss on his hand was a very human greeting, but it was sweet nonetheless, and Cyrus found the tension in his shoulders melting away.

It looked like things could be worse. Aerin seemed sweet, and he wasn’t unattractive. Which Cyrus noted with some relief. He would have been fine if his spouse did not physically appeal to him, but he thought it would make things far easier if he did find them attractive.

Luckily, it seemed he had come out on top with Aerin.

“I hope the two of us will get to know each other well,” Cyrus finally responded, and he was glad to see Aerin smile, seeming happy with the exchange between the two of them. Perhaps he’d been just as unsure of the arrangement as Cyrus was.

Clearing his throat, King Arlan brought attention back to him. “The ceremony will take place tomorrow, for tonight we thought it best we leave my son and Cyrus alone and allow them to become acquainted,” he nodded at them both, the perfect picture of grace as a king. “You will be given a private meal together, if that is acceptable to you, of course." He explained, addressing Cyrus directly at the end.

“I have no objection; it will be good to speak with Aerin,” he responded, though he felt he didn’t have much of an option but to say yes. This was expected of him, and he would do his duty.

Both he and Tyril were garnering stares from their surrounding audience, and it was starting to set Cyrus on edge. He didn’t like being watched; he stared at it like some sort of spectacle. The people of White Tower were most likely not used to seeing elves, but Cyrus wasn’t exactly used to being around humans. At least he had the decency to not stare.

The king said something that Cyrus didn’t catch, and suddenly they were all walking inside. Tyril walked beside the king, but Curis stuck by Prince Aerin, who seemed almost surprised that Cyrus hadn’t left. He didn’t see any reason to stand by anyone else; after the wedding, Tyril would be gone, so he needed to get used to being without the man.

“Have you ever been to White Tower?” Aerin asked, speaking up so suddenly that Cyrus caught him off guard, and he wasn’t sure what to say, despite the obvious answer being a resounding no.

He raised his hand to his mouth and cleared his throat, trying to think of something more to say that would actually be an engaging response. “No, I’ve spent my life in Undermount, and there was rarely any reason to leave,” he explained, getting a little distracted as they walked further into the palace and the beautiful architecture became more apparent.

The ceilings were high and carved with intricate details, and above them on the walls were windows of stained glass that reflected multicolored light into the ground, all of which rippled and shimmered as the sunlight shifted through clouds and the leaves of tall trees. “I am glad to be here now; it’s beautiful,” he said, turning his head ever so slightly so he could meet Aerin’s eyes.

The prince had nice eyes, soft and brown, with long feathery lashes that cast shadows on his cheeks when the light hit him at the right angle.

“I am happy you like it; I'll show you around after we’ve eaten,” Aerin said, brightening up at the prospect of showing Cyrus his home. It was obvious the prince held a fondness for it, and Cyrus envied that a little. He liked Undermount, but sometimes the way things were done was so exhausting, so confining, and so strict.

Things seemed freer here.

“We have beautiful gardens here, and the library is wonderful; it’s one of the most extensive collections in the kingdom if you're interested in that sort of thing,” Aerin added, stepping a bit closer to Cyrus and looking happy to share. It was rather endearing.

A snort of condescending laughter sounded to the side of them, and Cyrus looked over to see Aerin’s brother walking at a pace behind them. He’d forgotten that the others were still there, and Baldur’s interruption wasn’t appreciated.

“You’ll bore him to death before the two of you even reach the altar,” Baldur said, laughing far louder than was necessary. If his tone had been different, then Cyrus could have brushed it off as a rather tactless joke, but the crown prince sounded like he meant every word as an insult.

The way he laughed was clearly meant to mock, and the ensuing look on Aerin’s face was something that told Cyrus that this was a regular occurrence.

Clearing his throat, Cyrus cast Baldur a withering look and very pointedly looped his arm through Aerin’s own, which seemed to shock the prince so much that he actually stumbled over his own feet. “I’ll be happy to see the library actually; I expect you’ll have interesting Tomes on magic,” he said, directing his words at Aerin but making sure Baldur heard them as well.

It didn’t sit well with him to have a brother-in-law who acted cruelly, so he didn’t intend to take any shit from Baldur, no matter how much he expected to get his own way.

It turns out he expected it a lot, because he sputtered and glared for a moment, looking ready to start a fight, before suddenly the king was speaking up and announcing the party was to split. Cyrus and Aerin would be given a private meal together, while Tyril, Baldur, and King Arlan would dine more publicly. Hosting various lords and ladies at a dinner.

Cyrus was glad he’d get something more private; he didn’t think he could take being a spectacle at the moment.

He understood people’s interest in the arrangement being made, but he’d only just arrived and didn’t feel like being bombarded. He wanted to get to know his fiancé without prying eyes all around them.

They said a brief goodbye, and Cyrus locked eyes with Tyril as they went their separate ways. Aerin and Cyrus were then led by a servant down a short flight of stairs and into a moderately sized dining room, where a table had already been laid with a meal. The room smelled of fresh, cooked meat and fragrant tea. It was nice.

“You were very nice earlier, about the library,” Aerin said, slipping his arm from around Cyrus’ as he stepped forward and pulled out a chair, gesturing for Cyrus to take a seat. “If you’re really interested, then I will be happy to show you, but you needn’t pretend; I know it may seem like a dull pastime,” he added, looking sheepish and unsure of himself.

He stepped away then and took his own seat, across the table from Cyrus, who smiled reassuringly as he picked up the cup beside his plate and took a small sip of the floral-smelling drink inside. “I wasn’t pretending; I would be glad to see the library; even if I wasn’t interested in books, I would still be happy to go with you; we’re going to be married, and I want to know what you enjoy,” he explained, which once again seemed to shock the prince.

Cyrus had a feeling that Aerin didn’t often have people who showed interest in his interests.

“Besides, I feel your brother needed to be put in his place,” Cyrus added, turning his gaze down to his plate, which was beautifully put together. A small bird of some type had been roasted and was topped with a sauce that smelled vaguely like something he ate back home in Undermount.

He would miss the food back home, but perhaps he could find new favorites—things he enjoyed even more.

“It’s better not to get on Baldur’s bad side; he can be rather-“ Aerin broke off and clenched his jaw, looking angry for the barest of moments before his shoulders slumped and he just began to cut up his own food. “He is not used to being told off,” he finally finished, noting a fact that Cyrus had already picked up on quite easily on his own.

“Well, perhaps it’s time someone stood up to him; I’m not one to back down from a challenge, and if we’re going to be married, then I will take that seriously,” Cyrus said, taking a small, practiced bite of the food, which coated his tongue with a salty taste. “What kind of fiancé would I be if I didn’t stand up for you?” He asked, wondering if anyone had taken the time to stand up for Aerin before.

Cyrus could understand not having people on his side; as the last member of House Nightbloom, he was often pushed to the side, shunned, and regarded as lesser in some way, so yes, he understood, and perhaps it meant the two of them could have a marriage built on that understanding, that they were the same and would be on each other's sides.

The sound of a bird singing outside drifted in, but Cyrus was more enraptured by the look on Aerin’s face, the open surprise at being treated kindly.

Cyrus hoped he could make kindness the norm for the prince so that he wouldn’t be shocked by it again.

“I want this marriage to work. I do not expect anything more than friendship from you, of course, but I would like us to be friends at least,” he said, watching as Aerin’s expression continued to twist with surprise.

Eventually, however, the prince’s lips curled up in a smile, and he nodded. “I’ll gladly be your friend; I have not had many of those in my life,” Aerin responded, and Cyrus got the impression that he really would treasure a friendship just as much, if not more, than a lover.

[rosesnink]

Meet Brienne

artwork by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd | template by @storyofmychoices & edit by @aria-ashryver

Full Name: Brienne Elindae Nagoni

Meaning behind the name: Brienne- Beauty

Birthday: 12th of January, ????

Status: Alive

Nickname: The Hero of Morella, the Hero of Riverbend, kit, landrat

Age: 24

Parents: Unknown

Sibling(s): Kade of Riverbend

Further Family: Devana Nagoni (aunt) Clan Nagoni

How old they appear: Mid-twenties

Weight: 110 kg

Height: 1.96m

Skin Type: Green

Religion: Spiritualistic

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hair color and lenght: Jet black, down till her shoulders and in small braids

Taste in clothes: Brienne dresses comfortably and for battle, although she loves revealing clothes and tasteful lingerie

Music: Brienne has a bawdy taste in music due to her simple upbringing in Riverbend, enjoying sailor's songs

Good habits: Kind, humorous, incredibly strong, brave and good-natured

Bad habits: Stubborn, self-sacrificing and too trusting

Guilty pleasure: NA

Hobbies: Practising fighting skills, reading and exploring new places

Deepest fears: Losing Kade or Nia again

Love Interest: Nia Ellarious (main) Tyril Starfury (Uluvali), Aerin Valleros and Princess Valax of the Ash Empire

Child(ren): None (yet)

Actual Residence: Brienne is a nomad, always moving places where the next adventure is

Allies: King Arlan Valleros, House Starfury, the people of Riverbend, the Temple of Whitetower, Willow the fae, Valor Nightbloom ( @oh-so-youre-a-nerd )

Enemies: The Dreadlord (dead) the Ash Empress (dead)

Goals: Become a renowned hero

BACKSTORY

Brienne was just a baby when Kade's parents took her in. She never knew her mother or father, and nobody from her birth family ever asked for her. She and Kade grew up together, Brienne working on different jobs across Riverbend to keep the family afloat and keeping Kade alive by paying the doctor.

Their whole family save Brienne caught a deadly flu, and although Kade survived, their parents did not. Kade was only fifteen, and only knew how to tell stories, so it was up to Brienne to be the breadwinner. She started by moving around heavy stuff for all of the village, as well as helping with rogue animals by fighting them with her incredible strenght and scaring off thieves and rogues who tried to take advantage of the lesser people of Riverbend.

One day, during an escapade of the pub for not paying their gold, Brienne ran into an adventurer and a priestess, and her life changed forevermore.

DURING THE SERIES

What started as a fun adventure, soon unravelled a plot from the Shadow Court to take over the Realm of Light. The worst part? Kade had been trapped in there, and Brienne was compelled to do anything in her hand to take him back, starting by collecting all the Onyx Shards and taking them to Whitetower to purify them.

She first recruited the rogue adventurer, Mal Volari, and the Priestess of the Light, the beautiful and powerful Nia Ellarious. She felt drawn to the last one, and soon the feline nesper Threep joined forces with his insatiable knowledge... and hunger.

Exploring all of Morella and facing threats, they recruited the lonely and prickly elf, Tyril Starfury, to their crew and soon started collecting more shards... and making more enemies on the way, and adding a few crimes to their list.

During a fight gone wrong with the orcs and grobtars, they recruited Imtura Tal Kaelen, soon known as the daughter of Ventra Tal Kaelen, who had united the orcs as a whole and founded Flotilla, the long lost home of Brienne. She had mixed feelings about her own kind, finding their good and bad deeds, and soon she started to have feelings... for several people, but the strongest connection was towards Nia, although she was drawn to Tyril as well, and had a wild night or two with Imtura, seeking to feel seen by one of her kind.

During their journey through the Deadwood, they came across the Valleros princes, Baldur and Aerin. She found Baldur rude, cruel and overly gross and a major asshole, but Aerin's sweetness and mysterious and kind nature drew her towards him in a different way. Spending quality time, they parted ways as he returned to Whitetower and she, to Undermount, where they faced against Duchess Xenia, who had impersonated Tyril's estranged best friend, Kaya Druskaven.

The fight was cathartic for Tyril, and he and Brienne came close, and the journey took them to Whitetower, where they savoured their last night as mere adventurers, and, with hope in her heart, they marched onto the Temple of Light... only to find out the terrible prize to purify the shards!

Horrified, but determined, the gang, especially Nia, fought against High Priest Solerne and got out of there, seeking Prince Aerin's knowledge... only to be betrayed by him in the last second, discovering that he had been working with the Dreadlord all along! Taking Nia hostage, Brienne set herself: she'd get her out of there, as well as Kade, dead or alive, but she would. And she did, beating Baron Vostrasz and other Shadow lackeys, acquiring a new nesper along the way and facing off against what was left of the Shadow Court in the final battle... that turned out fatally, for the Dreadlord successfully possessed Nia, and Brienne had to kill her with a Blade of Light in order to get him out.

Her grief did not last long, though, for she woke up from such death and got out of there, being honoured as the Heroes of Morella, and Brienne and Nia promised one another to seek out better uses for Nia's talent. With a new horizon, and much to think about the future, they stayed the night at the royal castle.

However, during her lap of victory, her time was cut short as she was forcibly taken by a powerful woman who identified herself as Princess Valax of the Ash Empire, who had discovered that Brienne was a realm-walker and wished to kill her and use her special blood to take over the Realm of Light.

Despite being tired and worn out of the experiments she had made on her. A new friend appeared, of the name of The Watcher, who'd help her on her journey as a realm-walker. She successfully got out... only to find out she had been gone for a year!

Hellbent on getting her family back, she regrouped with her friends and, after the pleseantries of her comeback, and an attack of Valax vanquished for now, her new task was afoot: close the rifts from the Realm of Light so balance could be restored. Aerin, whom Brienne had captured, joined them due to his sage knowledge, and the two became close despite Brienne's still anger of his betrayal, but there was something about him that couldn't keep her away from him, even if she should.

Back on the Shadow Realm after closing the rift, fighting off gruesome monsters, they found the counterpart of the Deadwood... the Whimsywood, where the Fae had been living all along! What first seemed like an easy task, the courtiers of the Dreadlord that had escaped the battle almost crushed the mission, but, on the final moment, Brienne convinced them to be on their side and helped fend off once again Valax, who was incredibly hell-bent on killing off Brienne and use her blood for her mother's purpose. Closing the rift, they parted to Riverbend, where Brienne found out that she was now revered as a hero of her people. She spent the night in her hometown, where she got intimate with Imtura and Aerin and got closer to Nia and Tyril. However, the fact that Aerin had left after their magical night hurt her, but she had no option but to carry on.

The next stop to the rift was the dwarf town, Zaradun, where she found out a new world underneath the sand, where she was unfortunately thrown to jail. However, a new friend arose: Cherta, a rebellious dwarf who she made a deal with: helping her on each other's quests. However, the dwarven crypts were dangerous and impredicible, and they almost died fighting off Ancients. It didn't help that Cherta's plan failed miserably when her grandmother turned into a terrible monster.

During the fight, they discovered that the elves mixed shadow and light magic, which they called true magic. This set off Tyril, her Dinvalir then, who had a faith crisis. She comforted him and both set to learn more about the Old Gods and how to stop Valax and the Ash Empress.

While trying to seal the rift in Zaradun, Valax found Brienne and dragged her and her group to the Shadow Realm. During the fight against her, Nia finally gave into her Shadow self and binded Brienne and Valax together, avoiding Valax hurting her. Now, the next rift was in Shroudwatch, and they'd have to journey long there.

They stopped in Ironbreach, a Shadow version of Riverbend, where they met the Ashen people and helped out the struggling villagers. While trying to save an Ashen child from drowning, Brienne was dragged by the current and Valax saved her, and both had to shelter from the storm, where they shared their first kiss and adopted a baby Owlbear, named Wallace. After the storm, they reunited with the crew and set for Shroudwatch. They infiltrated Lord Kerrigan's ball, which the Ash Empress also attended. Trying to seal the rift alongside the Watcher, Valax turned on them and a battle once again ensued, where the Watcher was killed and his powers passed to Valax. When the Empress was about to kill Brienne, Valax opened a portal back to the light realm, where they sailed to Flotilla with an old friend. There, they found themselves in the midst of Ventra Tal Kaelen's funeral.

Imtura quickly dissolved the monarchy and created the unified clans, and during the party, Brienne met her aunt Devana Nagoni and found out more about her mother, and why they died. They gathered the orc army and set for Whitetower, where the final discoverment was made: the Ash Empress was the Mother of Grey, who had been wronged by Nifara.

Gathering the last allies wasn't easy. Brienne and Mal went to the Thieves' Guild to recruit the Reapers. It almost ended up in blood, but Brienne and Mal made it out alive.

Now with an army on her back, they set camp for the upcoming battle. Her former companions showed up...including Aerin, whom she was pissed with. But nevertheless, she spent the night with Nia, Tyril, Aerin and Valax. During that night, she declared her love for Nia and Tyril and decided that, should this end well, she'd figure out how to be with both Nia and Tyril.

The battle wasn't easy, but she finally swaded Valax to her side and, after a long battle, they defeated the Ash Empress thanks to Valax's valiant effort. But there was one last thing to do: the last rift. She decided to bind both worlds together again, light and shadow becoming one once again.

It wasn't an easy transition, for many damages had been done, but eventually, everyone came around with Brienne and her friends' help. She did damage control in Port Parnassus, adventuring with Tyril and Mal, help Aerin in the Whimsywood, support Imtura's sailing adventures, help Nia with the temple and the old king, and better the lifestyle in Ironbreach and Shroudwatch.

She was not aware of what would come next.

AFTER THE SERIES

[WILL ADD AN 'EPILOGUE' WHEN THE SERIES ENDS]

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Reyna x Tyril Headcanons

A/n: some headcanons are more mature than others, but there's nothing explicit, just a mention. Reader discretion is advised, nonetheless.

REYNA'S BOARD | TYRIL'S BOARD

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Reyna (House Moonstone, elven Ránasarn)

Meaning of name: “Counsel,” “Queen,” “Pure”

Nickname: Rey-Rey, Reiny, Rey, Rey of Sunshine

Species: Human

Age: 24

Date of birth: April 6

Reyna was born during April’s full moon, often referred to as the Pink Moon. Although the name has nothing to do with the colour of the moon but the bloom of pink moss, being born on this date is considered good luck.  

Orientation: Demisexual ("experiencing sexual feelings and attraction only after developing a close emotional relationship")

Love interest: Tyril Starfury

Weapon of choice: Bows

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 170 cm (5’7)

Eye colour: Hazel

Skin tone: Pale olive

Hair: Wavy, dark brown/(later) caramel honey blonde

HISTORY

Hometown: Little village north of Port Parnassus; Riverbend 

First memory: The neighbour, Nesta, an elderly meat merchantess, teaching her to weave a flower crown. When the girl failed, Nesta placed her own crown on Reyna's head and invited her and Kade for elk stew. At that time, Reyna was 6, and only started meeting the residents of Riverbend who, although kind, were usually busy with their own affairs and did not pay too much attention to the farmer’s new orphans, which is why Reyna remembered the merchantess as kind, considerate, and a maternal figure. She tries to visit her grave at least once a year to leave a bouquet of flowers and talk to her, hoping Nesta can still hear her.   

Religion: Having grown up the way she did, Reyna was never properly introduced to any religion, and until she met Nia, she believed the stories about the Light were just that—stories. Despite discovering the gift in herself, she did not consider herself religious or spirited until she escaped the Shadow Realm and learned that Tyril reconnected with the elven gods. Desperate and lost, she began to pray with him every other night, until she memorised the formula, finding comfort and reassurance in the repetitive, calming activity.  

FAMILY

Parents: Althea (birth mother), Melvys of House Moonstone (birth father), Vrann (adoptive father)

In the year of Reyna's absence, Tyril and Kade would spend many hours together in the library searching for clues and potential leads that would, hopefully, take them to the Shadow Realm. After two months of scrutinous daily work, Kade stumbled across an ornate, although worn-out, journal that drew his attention so much that he stayed up all night accompanying Tyril. At that point, it was only an unverified journal, but the information it contained was groundbreaking for his sister. The title page was covered in elegant, ornate handwriting that Tyril recognised as the same calligraphy, and even the same ink, used by the elves of Undermount that stated: "Abridged History of House Ránasarn. Property of Lord Melvys of House Ránasarn." From the journal they learned that the owner, Lord Melvys, was the son of an exiled couple of House Moonstone, he married a tutoress from Port Parnassus, and they settled down near the outskirts of Riverbend in a modest but homey house. The couple had two children—a boy, Ásvaldr, and a girl—Reyna. They lived modestly but were never hungry or dirty, Lord Melvys was never bitter about the elves’ treatment of his father, although he was falsely accused of practising shadow magic and even dabbling in necromancy and exiled without trial. House Moonstone ceased to exist once the only heir was exiled. According to the author, the couple was very happy, and the children were healthy, polite, and very protective of each other. The last entry was entirely devoted to Lord Melvys’ thoughts and speculations about his daughter who, as he believed, was capable of magic which is only natural for elves (and their descendants), even though Reyna (unlike her brother) took entirely after her human mother. Melvys himself never used magic as nobody taught him and his father refused to do it after his exile, but he knew he had the gift. 

Siblings: Kade (adoptive brother), Ásvaldr (birth brother)

PERSONALITY

Qualities: adventurous, courageous, persistent, sensitive, broad-minded, charismatic, compassionate, impatient, quick-witted, opinionated, and at times snappy

Nervous ticks: tugging at her earlobes or the front strands of her hair 

Mannerisms: biting her lower lip, drumming fingers on a surface, hugging as a greeting, standing with arms crossed or hands on hips, Northern accent reminiscent of Low Elven

HEADCANONS

Although she used to use her seduction skill often, once Tyril and her started flirting she refrained from using it, which resulted in her mastering the charisma skill. 

Tyril is Reyna's first boyfriend—despite making out with the mayor's son, she didn't want to go further as she believed the relationship was pointless and didn't feel right. She ended things between them the day after they were caught, and focused on her work and supporting Kade ever since. 

Despite growing up in Riverbend and not having any particularly bad memories from there, she hopes she'll never have to live there again. Ideally, she'd love to settle down in Whitetower near her friends or with Tyril in Undermount. 

Before setting out on the adventure, she worked at a tavern as a waitress and taught archery a few days a week. She also voluntarily aided Kade with writing his ballads and securing performances. 

The murder of her parents always heavily bore on her heart and she would spend countless hours in the local library and talking with people all over town in search of any information, unfortunately without any luck. 

Reyna treats Adrina as her own sister. When the group visited Undermount, Adrina swung by her room one evening to chat, and they ended up gossiping all night, bonding almost immediately. 

She often thinks of Tyril's dad's words ("You remind me of an old friend"), wondering if the information she gained from an elderly couple living in the southern part of Riverbend was true. The woman, Sereia, told her that back in the day a young couple with a small girl and a bit older boy would sometimes visit and spend time in the nearby woods, that they were incredibly polite but one day they just stopped coming.

Despite living close to a forest and often chasing Kade with a bug in her hands as a child, Reyna's terrified of spiders and bats. 

As a kid, she was bullied. It was when Kade got very sick and couldn't attend school, and she was left to fend for herself. Reyna used to be shy and kept to herself, which is what made her an easy target, and since her older brother wasn't there to protect her, she became the target of a well-known bully. 

TYRIL HEADCANONS

Tyril’s 196cm (6��5) tall. Reyna can (and does, occasionally) climb him like a tree. 

He swears. When he's annoyed by someone (Mal), he calls that person (Mal) an idiot in elven. There is so much anger in him that I will never believe he doesn't swear. 

Although he's fluent in Common, he sometimes forgets certain words and becomes very frustrated. That's when he tends to swear most often. 

He has an accent. It's been my headcanon for years that the residents of Undermount speak with an RP British accent when speaking Common, which is just a bit more posh version of the accent of the Valleros family, but I imagine he has a slight Elven accent as well, especially with words that have the "th" fricative. The reason for that is simple—there is no such sound in Elven, and they tend to struggle with this consonant, which they usually pronounce as a hard "t."

Elves' ears twitch when they are happy, relaxed, excited, or try to hear low noise. They are also very sensitive to touch. 

Given how old he is and that he's an important noble in Undermount, and that he himself admitted he used to be stuck up, harsh, and opportunistic, I think it's fair to say he took advantage of the romantic advances of other noblewomen. The headcanon is that Tyril is sexually experienced, which fits into the idea that elves are not sexually monogamous.

Tyril is…concupiscent. Look, he is young, attractive, and has the means. This headcanon actually dates back to 2021, and at this point, I treat it as canon. 

Before he left Undermount, he used to be a very pious adherent of Light. Tyril would spend a lot of time in the Starfury Manor's Chapel of Light, praying, meditating, or simply relaxing in its serenity. Until Reyna's disappearance, he never asked for anything, aware that Gods are not djinns who exist to listen to his alms and make his wishes come true; however, in his desperation, he begged them on his knees for help, for any sign she was still alive. When his hope waned, he continued meditating, although in a manner reminiscent of the one pre-exile. However, he always remembered to end every meditation with a short prayer for Reyna. 

After his partner's kidnapping, he used to struggle with nightmares. When he went back to Undermount after three months of research in the capital, he would stay up as long as possible to avoid seeing the images of Reyna suffering. He could resolve this problem with a simple spell, but he also felt guilty for not being able to help her, which is why he endured it without a word. He had to be reminded to eat, and some days even forced by his little sister—and as much as it pained her to see her brother in such a state, she knew forcing him to eat and look for positives was vital to keep him alive.

Tyril is a total boob guy. 

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

Reyna used to worry a lot about not being good enough for Tyril, given that he's a wealthy, very well-educated noble, and she's just a commoner from a small town, and Tyril would reassure her until she finally believed him that he doesn't care about their titles. 

They kissed for the first time while stargazing at the edge of Deadwood. That's when they couldn't deny the chemistry between them any more and just went for it. 

Tyril never goes to sleep before Reyna, he always has to make sure she's safe and isn't bothered by any nightmares before he can relax himself.

Tyril is the most likely to sleep either half-naked or completely naked, even when it’s cold. He is also the least likely to feel cold out of the whole group—he says it’s the chilly Undermount weather that toughens the elves up.

They’re still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, aka lots of laughs, happiness, intimacy, and wanting to spend every second of the day together.  

They always fight for the duvet, since Tyril is a notorious duvet-stealer. Reyna, on the other hand, is a notorious butt-slapper. 

The evening after Kaya’s burial, Tyril asked Reyna to join him and his family for a prayer vigil, and that’s when they got to know each other better. Before Tyril went to his room, his dad pulled him aside and told him he had made a good choice. Tyril got flustered at the time, but when Reyna offered to spend the night with him and ended up comforting him until they fell asleep, he realised how right his father was. 

(I headcanon that the last chapter of book 1 and the first chapter of book 2 are a week apart, not a day) After coming back from the Shadow Realm and having attended the official audience with the king, Reyna got really sick. She did not think much of it at first, but Imtura pointed out that perhaps she was not just sick, and having done her maths, Reyna had a serious pregnancy scare. It turned out to be just an ugly case of the flu, caused by the pile-up of stressful events she’d experienced. To this day, Imtura and Tyril are the only ones to know about it.

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Shadows and Deception: Parts I & II

[Series Masterlist] [My Choices Masterlists]

Books: The Royal Romance (post-TRF), Crimes of Passion I, Desire & Decorum, Blades of Light and Shadow I

Characters: Trystan Thorne (M, no race mentioned), Marguerite Thorne, Olivia Nevrakis, Queen Amalas, Maxwell Beaumont, Daniel, King Liam (no race mentioned), Tyril Starfury, Nia Ellarious, Prince Hamid

Pairings: Olivia Nevrakis x Queen Amalas ; M!Trystan Thorne x (no gender given) MC (mentioned) ; King Liam x Riley (mentioned)

Rating/Warnings: Teen, mentions of blood, stab wound, knives/daggers (no graphic descriptions)

Word Count: Part I: ~500; Part II: ~600 : total ~1,100

Summary: In the heart of Cordonia's grand ballroom, the joyous celebration is broken by a piercing scream, a dead body, and a room full of royal suspects.

I. Every man at the bottom of his heart believes that he is a born detective. (John Buchan)

The grand ballroom of the royal palace in Cordonia thrived with laughter and music, an elegant sight to behold. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ornate ceiling, casting a warm golden glow over the festivities below. The walls, painted in a regal combination of light blue and gold, added to the grandeur of it all. The air was filled with the soft strains of classical music accompanied by the merriment of the guests and the occasional sound of clinking champagne flutes.

Trystan Thorne, the exiled prince of Drakovia, stood amidst the revelry, basking in the indulgent event. It had been far too long since he had attended a proper ball, and yet he missed the thrill and danger of New York.

Trystan sipped his champagne, the bubbles dancing on his tongue. He twirled a small silver key between his fingers, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He watched as the unusual trinket glinted in the lights, thinking back to how it had made its way to him earlier that evening. A party guest had bumped into him, planting the key in his jacket pocket. When he turned to confront them, they were simply gone. He tucked the key safely back in his pocket—a mystery he was certain to solve before the night was out.

Olivia Nevrakis, the Duchess of Lythikos, glided through the throngs, her graceful movements offering no sign of the ornate daggers concealed beneath her elegant attire. Her keen gaze swept the ballroom, analyzing each guest with a shrewd eye, ready for any trouble they might find, and perhaps, even instigating a bit of her own.

Amalas, the enigmatic Queen of Monterisso, watched the festivities with a calculating gaze, much like that of her girlfriend. Known as the spy queen, she understood that knowledge was power, and her charming smile masked her relentless pursuit of secrets. Her sharp eyes scanned the crowd, seemingly aware of every whisper and hidden conversation. Hushed warnings of her deep influences and secret alliances found their way to her. A smirk pulled on her lips; if only people truly knew what they thought barely scratched the surface of her reach.

Tyril Starfury, the Elven Lord of House Starfury, stood tall and vigilant against the ballroom wall. He questioned his invitation to the royal ball, and even further his own agreement to attend. He had no interest in celebrations of such kind, which was to say, any forced large gathering of people. Tyril's noble demeanor masked his magical prowess, while his sword reminded guests of his commitment to protect the realm from any and all threats: magical or human. He continued his watch—a silent guardian. 

Prince Hamid, the Imperial Prince of the Ottoman Empire, exuded elegance and charisma. His noted wealth and good fortune were the talk of the ball. His formal demeanor hid his tender heart, but his infectious smile and penchant for gentlemanly flirtation drew admirers from all over the kingdoms to his table. 

The festivities continued in abundance, celebrating the birth of Princess Ariana of Cordonia—King Liam and Queen Riley's third child. Despite the laughter, enchantment, and cheers filling the halls of the Cordonian Palace, a dark cloud loomed over the proceedings, ready to send a thunderous shockwave through the kingdom, changing what should have been a joyous event into a deadly affair.

II. Have patience and endure; this unhappiness will one day be beneficial. (Ellery Queen)

The sharp, unnerving scream of the priestess, Nia Ellarious, pierced through the grand ballroom, instantly shattering the joyous atmosphere. The music ceased, and the air grew heavy with uncertainty and tension as guests turned their attention toward the commotion.

Nia stumbled back, her eyes wide with horror, as others rushed to her side. Their gasps of horror filled the room as their gaze fell upon the lifeless body sprawled in the shadows. A pool of crimson seeped from beneath him, a fresh knife wound evident, but no blade was found at the scene.

“What do we have here?” Maxwell Beaumont, the charismatic Lord of House Beaumont, known for his love of dancing and squids, swiftly made his way to the scene, hoping to be of assistance. His normally jovial expression turned grave as he approached the lifeless body. His eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he recognized the face before him. "No—" He barely uttered, words failing him for the first time in his life. 

"Who is he?" A guardsman asked. 

"He looks familiar," another replied.

"Daniel." Maxwell's voice was faint, a mix of sorrow and disbelief. "He is a waiter—was—he was a waiter... and my friend." He knelt beside Daniel, taking care not to step in the blood. "I can't believe it. Why Daniel?" His eyes closed, the weight of the situation sinking in. Maxwell's mind raced, and his thoughts swirled with concern and determination.

 "Are you certain, Lord Beaumont?" Finding no reply, the guard repeated his question. 

"Yes." He nodded, inhaling deeply before standing and taking a step back.

"I hate to question you, but it's my duty," the guard began. "When was the last time you saw Daniel?"

"This morning." He shook his head. "No, it was just before the party." 

"What was the nature of your conversation?"

“If I knew this—I wouldn’t have—” He began uneasily. “You're going to find out anyway—" 

"Out of my way." She brushed through the crowds. "You've got to be kidding me—" Olivia Nevrakis approached Maxwell with a sardonic smile, her tone laced with subtle superiority as she cut off the rest of his answer to the guard. "What do you think you're doing? Trying to solve murders now? Leave that to those with proper experience. I trust your talents are better suited for organizing grand parties—” she gestured around to the lavish decorations. “—and indulging in extravagant games of whimsy."

Maxwell nodded thoughtfully and recomposed himself. "How right you are.” A hint of his playful tone returning. Without another word, he stepped away. The corner of his lips turned up as he left her with the body.

"That was too easy," she mumbled, her gaze narrowing on him. Olivia took a few steps forward, following his pace before halting. Her head shook in amusement at her raised suspicions. She almost laughed at herself, 'Beaumont couldn't hurt a fly! How could he have had anything to do with this?'

As she readied to turn back to the more pressing issue, something caught her eye, a glimmer of silver on the floor near her feet. She knelt down and reached for it, her fingers closed around a used syringe. With a quick, discreet motion, she concealed the needle, determined to investigate if and how it fits into this unfolding puzzle. 

Her body straightened, and her tone became assertive as she quickly took control of the scene, aiding her skills to the ever-incompetent guard. She barely took note of the Thorne siblings lingering separately around the periphery, each taking mental notes of their own careful observations.

[Continue...]

Thanks for reading! I hope you are enjoying the set up for the mystery. Parts I & II introduce some of the characters that we'll see more in the story and give you the first look at the mystery at hand. Tomorrow I'll post the next two parts which will begin to look at rumors circulating the ballroom about possible motives and see who are being considered people of interest. Then things get really interesting on Sunday, when the murder weapon is found and an unlikely prime suspect emerges! The conclusion will be posted Monday! Happy sleuthing!

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Any one who comments on or reblogs with a comment with their theories, thoughts, ideas, ect. on any and all sections of the story will be entered in the giveaway. (1 entry per section)

Prompts: For @choicesbookclub COP ; @choicesmonthlychallenge Private Investigator Event

Special thanks: to JenBeaumontJones (IG) for beta reading

[bedtimegiraffe]

Well, now I guess I'm trying to figure out how to take over the whole Blades continent.

I was trying to dramatically threaten Undermount (because I'm playing general release and they're currently being idiots) while talking to someone and instead of saying, "I could have every throne filled by a party member by the end of the month," I accidentally said, "I could have all my party members on thrones by the end of the month."

Unfortunately, the person I was talking to is extremely pedantic and now I have a responsibility to try and make it make sense.

My thoughts are below, but I would love to hear other people's thoughts!

So here's my pitch:

-There are only so many thrones, people are going to need to double up. Ruling together does not necessarily mean there's anything romantic going on (though there could be). -I'm ignoring any possible romances or party members who very emphatically do not want to rule. Sorry people, that's the game. -I'm keeping the current political boundaries; saying, "MC just takes over the known world," feels like cheating.

Ash Empire:

Valax- She's already on there and doesn't need any help to hold it. This one is the easiest!

Flotilla:

Imtura- Yes, we did just go through all the effort to dismantle their monarchy and she doesn't want to be queen. But in this scenario where I'm forcing it, she's got the best shot! Given how much world saving Imtura is doing, I think she could recentralize the government if she wanted.

Mal- I think he has the right energy for the Flotilla. He's not a pure strength guy, but he and Imtura work well together and he's charming as hell. I also think he's got that rogue cunning that could really keep the orcs on their toes.

Morella:

Aerin- Look, this one's gonna be a hard sell, even though I think he would genuinely be good at ruling. Major points for being a Valleros, major points off for the very public treason. Which is why he needs help to keep this throne from:

MC- Especially if they're a human. But even if you're not, Morella is the most diverse of the kingdoms and MC is the most famous/ popular one in the party. MC has the biggest advantage and honestly, I think Aerin needs the most help.

Undermount:

Tyril- Obviously, son of House Starfury. Very passionate about Undermount even if they're being dumbasses.

Nia- She's human, but very devoted to Light, which makes her best suited to identify with Undermount. She also has a more nuanced understanding of Light and Shadow that could really help them get their act together.

Whimsywood:

Willow- Not really a throne, but a gimme, so we might as well.

Zaradun:

Cherta- I felt too bad putting a non-dwarf on the throne, especially given their history. So Cherta is it! If nothing else, she would love getting her hands on all the Elder's secrets.

Kade- He's incredibly responsible in a way that I think Cherta would need. She seems like too much of a free spirit to be in charge of anything for too long by herself. He's also open minded and a frequent visitor to Zaradun who could help them open up to outsiders again.

[aanya16071]

Are you worried for her, Tyril of House Starfury?

[petalouda85]

Chase

Fandom: Blades of Light and Shadow 2

Pairings: Tyril x f!human!MC (Kassandra)

Word count: 1.0k

Concept: Tyril encounters his worst enemy.

Tags: @mikaelsrose, @dutifullynuttywitch, @megas-choices, @starlight-starfury, @thosehallowedhalls, @choicesficwriterscreations , @lilyoffandoms

AO3 link: x

A/N: this started as a joke and I just ran with it. Something a bit more lighthearted than what I'd normally write and I think is much needed with everything going on. Hope you all like it

It was a lovely morning in the village. The blue skies were clear, and the afternoon summer sun was thankfully not too hot as Tyril and Kaya headed into Riverbend for their usual supply run, the toddler wrapped and strapped snuggly to her father’s back, babbling happily as they traversed the path into town. 

As they entered and headed to the various destinations on their errand run, the elf nodded greetings to all who he encountered, many of them also stopping to wave to the child on his back, the girl squealing with delight each time. In the few times he stopped to chat, usually at a stall, he caught up on the happenings in the small village.

On the forefront of everyone’s mind was a kerfuffle in the town earlier in the day; somehow, a pen of geese had gotten loose, and the creatures had ended up terrorizing and chasing some unfortunate folks around as they had traversed through town. Thankfully, by the time the elf had entered the village, almost all had been corralled back into their pen. 

Tyril went about his usual business, getting the items he needed, chatting to a few of the villagers before heading back to the sanctuary in the woods. Kaya had been babbling throughout most of the errands, ready to be set down and let out her energy. 

When they entered the homestead, Tyril gave the area a quick glance over, finding Kassandra nowhere in sight. Nothing to worry about; she’d probably just gone back into the house to take care of something. He knelt in the grass, putting his basket of goods down next to him, and he began to work away at the knots of the sling. Once loose, he carefully worked and moved the fabric and the child to the front. 

“Here you go.” He muttered as he placed her down on her usual spot in the grass, turning away slightly to continue with his unpacking but turning often to check on the child; last thing he needed was for her to wander off and he wasn’t about to have her close to the treeline again.  

The peaceful bliss of the homestead continued, the day progressing much as it always did, Tyril keeping a close eye on the little girl, at one point running to keep her from crawling too far away. 

The girl seemed highly entertained by her little attempted escape, laughing and giggling as her father carried her back. After he placed her down, Tyril watched her for a while ensuring she was staying in her spot before he turned back to his task. He cluttered around a bit more when there was a faint rustling sound of grass behind him. He smirked as he turned, expecting his little escape artist to be halfway to the treeline again. Instead, he froze in place, finding himself face to face with the creature he despised so much: a goose. Kaya was silent in her spot as she too looked to the bird, though it paid her no mind. It stared at him with those empty, beady eyes and he stared back, trying to deny the slight knot forming in his stomach. The goose stared a little longer, giving a small hiss before lowering its neck, picking up speed. 

“Oh no.”

He dashed towards the nearest thing to him that offered some height: a shut storage barrel. Quickly, he jumped up, stomach sinking when he noticed the goose still charging at him. Without a thought, he grabbed onto the edge of the roof and yanked himself up even higher. Once seated, he looked down, eyes widening when he saw Kaya still sitting in the grass with a cheeky smile on her face while the goose continued to hiss and squawk at him, angrily flapping its wings as it tried to reach him. It honked, making Kaya laugh. 

“Not helping, Kaya!” He said through gritted teeth, the child continuing to laugh. The noise drew the goose’s attention, making Tyril’s stomach drop. “Hey!” He shouted, the goose immediately looking back at him. “Eyes on me, you little devil!” It hissed at him again, still flapping its wings menacingly; he didn’t feel so brave anymore. 

“What in the hells is that noise?” He heard shouted from the door before Kassandra appeared around the corner, immediately stunned to silence. Her eyes met his before shooting towards the goose and then towards the still laughing toddler in the grass. She repeated the sequence again before her hand shot up to her mouth, covering up a laugh. 

“This is humiliating enough as it is!” Tyril shouted back, kicking towards the goose. He heard her burst out a laugh while the goose honked again. “Kassandra!” 

“Oh alright!” She laughed, shaking her head. She carefully walked towards the angry creature, hands held out in front of her at the ready.

In a flash, she grabbed onto the neck of the creature, just below the head and, in a quick maneuver, she chucked the creature high and far, back towards the treeline; in any other situation, he would’ve complimented her aim. As the creature frantically flapped its wings to slow the fall, Kassandra ran and grabbed Kaya.

“Time to head inside.” Tyril didn’t need to be told twice. He jumped down from his perch and ran after Kassandra into the cabin, locking the door behind them once they were both indoors. Both made a dash for the window, where they watched the goose land and ruffle its feathers. It honked grumpily before waddling back into the forest. 

As the creature disappeared, Kassandra burst out laughing again, Kaya joining her. 

“Very funny.” Tyril said, trying his best to look grumpy despite a hint of a smile at his lips. 

“It was for me.” Kassandra said while looking at their giggling toddler. “Daddy was being silly, running away from that mean goose.” Kaya giggled a little longer before she made a honking noise, the imitation rather poor though it made Kassandra laugh. Tyril took the little girl from her mother, giving her a little poke in her stomach. 

“Why do you do this to me, Kaya?” The girl simply honked again. The smile finally crept through his grumpy expression. He turned to Kassandra. 

“Not a word about this to Mal.” She teasingly smiled. 

“Not a peep.”

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CFWC F/AotW - Feb 18 - 24, 2024

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA |🔹Submitted by creator

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Aerin Valleros x M!Human!MC 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Crossroads ✒️🏳️‍🌈 🔹| Aerin Valleros, NB!Elf!MC - @storyofmychoices

Daenarya 🎨🏳️‍🌈🔹| f!human!mc - @storyofmychoices

Kilian Clawthorne 🎨🔹 by @inlocusmads

Marya Moonglory 🎨🏳️‍🌈🔹| f!elf!mc - @storyofmychoices for @gaiuskamilah

Woven Threads & Winding Roads Parts 3 & 4 ✒️🔹| Tyril Starfury x f!human!mc - @aria-ashryver for @thosehallowedhalls

BLOODBOUND

Bloodbound Portraits 🎨| Multiple Characters by @thepanky

CRIMES OF PASSION

I don't think a million times is enough ✒️| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads

Moja Ruza ✒️🔹| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @peonierose

Of Cloudless Climes and Starry Skies (Series) ✒️🔹| Sebastyan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls Chapter 3

Starting Somewhere If Nowhere Tangible ✒️🔹| Mafalda Ginovese, Nora Rose (F!MC) - @inlocusmads

DISTANT SHORES

Distant Shores: An Alternate Path - Part 2 ✒️🔹| Charlie Smith x M!MC - @korgbelmont

THE ELEMENTALISTS

Beckett Harrington x F!MC Fanart 🎨by @bri1234

Shreya Mistry Fanart 🎨by @artbyalz

ENDLESS SUMMER

Estela Montoya x F!MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈by @marmolady

THE FRESHMAN SERIES

Somehow, I Never Got the Rose Tinted Glasses ✒️🏳️‍🌈🔹| TFS MC - @choicesmc

Zig Ortega Fanart🎨🏳️‍🌈by @/ohhhheyitsjulia (IG) (C: @choiceswithmika)

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Am I Dreaming? 🎨| Cas Harlow x F!MC - @nukritus

Cas Harlow & Gabe Adalhard Fanart 🎨by @fiyahhball

Immortal Desires Fanart 🎨| Cas Harlow x F!MC x Gabe Adalhard - @artbyalz

Immortal Desires Fanart - Cas Harlow 🎨🏳️‍🌈| Cas Harlow x MC - @your-art-is-gay

Murder at Homecoming: Harlow ✒️Ⓜ️🔹| Cas Harlow x F!MC - @korgbelmont

Please Don't Think (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🔥| Cas Harlow x F!MC x Gabe Adalhard - @princesstutu Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

LAWS OF ATTRACTION

But I'm tired 🎨🏳️‍🌈| Martin Vanderweil x NB!MC - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

MULTIPLE STORIES

Playchoices MCs 🎨by @cassiopeiacorvus 

Six Fanarts 🎨 by @gaiuskamilah

NIGHTBOUND

The Haunted House ✒️🔹| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian

OPEN HEART

Open Heart Full F/AotW Lise - Week ending Feb 24, 2024

RED CARPET DIARIES

Thomas x Alex Hunt Fanart 🎨by @liiyaan (C: @storyofmychoices)

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Wild Ride: A Bad Romance Prequel One-Shot ✒️Ⓜ️🔥🔹| Liam Rys x MC - @angelasscribbles

WAKE THE DEAD

Ash Archer (F!MC) Fanart 🎨by @roseythorne

Three of Hearts ✒️🏳️‍🌈🔹| Eli Sipes x Zoe Rivera (F!MC) x Troy Hassan - @jerzwriter