#umber twins

[mwolf0epsilon]

What started out as a redraw of a tooka cat from one of the star wars comics because it'd make for a neat emote, became an exercise in battling the Horrors™ through turning some clones into the cutest of space kitty cats.

Oh, and Tooka Rex still became an emote anyway so, win-win!

[adreamofsilk]

❛ i wish i could have been there. ❜ (from milah umber to dayanna umber!) asked by @sevynhells

"It wasn't that big of a deal sister." Dyanna laughed as she and her twin worked together to get the laundry done. House Umber wasn't so large that they had servants for everything so the children often had chores they did around the home. Today they were on laundry duty and it gave them time to gossip.

"I didn't even dance with anyone. Jon stood over me and glared at everyone who even came near me." Dayanna had recently been at a wedding, Milah having been left to mind the house. "Father was no help, said if they were scared off by our brother then they weren't good choices of husband."

[cdragons]

"My Girl" - Robb Stark x Forest Fairy!Reader Drabble

A/N: This goes out to my girl, @dipperscavern! She needed a pick-me-up after the Tumblr app decided to be a bitch and delete her draft!!! But she still pressed on and wrote an incredible Robb Stark smut drabble! Pls go check it out!

"Please, Jon," Robb pleaded. "Just for today, and I'll make it up to you."

"Your mother will kill me if she finds out," Jon groaned. Normally, he'd be more than happy to cover for his brother, but what he was asking for was too much - even for him. "She hates me enough as it is."

"She doesn't hate you," Robb winced at the lie, but he was desperate. "Please, I have to see her."

"Why can't you see her tomorrow?" asked his half-brother. "The hunt is tomorrow anyway, you can just sneak away to see her then."

Robb shook his head. "You know how she feels about hunts. The moment the horn blows, she'll scatter far away, and I won't be able to see her for a week! A week - that's too long!"

Jon stared at his brother in complete disbelief at his dramatics. It was hard to believe that the first son of Ned Stark, Warden of the North, would be so far gone for a girl who lived so deep in the forest. A girl who lived a life completely shrouded herself in the mysterious beauty of the ancient woods.

A girl whose allure and grace were of a being so ethereal, she shouldn't exist.

Jon sighed. "Fine, I'll watch over Bran and Rickon by myself today - but if Father asks me, I'm telling him you skipped on your own!"

His brother whispered his shouts to avoid attracting attention from the rest of the keep, but Robb was already on his horse and raced out of the gates before he finished. He couldn't want to see you - his girl, his fairy, his mythic love.

Robb soon reached a part of the forest known to only very few in the North - his father included. The Starks were not only the Wardens of the North but the keeper of its ancient secrets.

Once he rode past the invisible barrier - accessible by those that carry the blood of House Stark - the wintery abode filled with white snow and blue ice melted away to a world of iridescent green trees and a kaleidoscope of colors eternally blooming. He finally saw the red leaves of the ancient weirwood tree whose twin linked your worlds together. Under the magnificent branches, he felt an explosion of love burst inside him at the sight of you.

You - his one and only love - sitting on the gnarled and overgrown roots of your tree. Your feet were bare as you only wore simple white linen dress that hugged your curves beautifully. He saw the flowers and small buds braided into your dark, wavy, umber-brown tresses.

"Fairy!"

Robb called out the nickname he had given you since he first met you in these woods as a child. He felt life flow inside him as he watched you turn around and saw the bright smile spread across your face. As soon as he was close enough, he slowed his steed to stop before jumping off and racing to the ancient tree where you and him would rendezvous in secret.

"Robb!" you called out. You waved in excitement before lightly jogging forward to meet him halfway.

Robb immediately took you in his arms and held you in a tight embrace. He pressed his nose into your locks and breathed in the lavender and wild grass notes. He felt time slow down until it seemed like the whole world stopped. Robb knew such a thing was impossible, but he thought many things were impossible before meeting you.

You slightly nudged him away until his face slightly hovered above yours. On your tiptoes, until they dug into the soft dirt beneath you, you firmly pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your mortal lover gladly reciprocated and tightened his arms around your waist until your chests were firmly pressed against each other.

When you finally parted for air, Robb lovingly stared at how beautifully flushed your cheeks became. He watched in a lust-ridden gaze at how your fingers swiftly undid the ties in front of your dress. He felt his breath stop as the garment pooled at your feet. Your body was completely bare and unclothed, and your skin was unmarred and looked silky-soft. You took his hand and held it at your breast - he could feel how fast and hard your heart was beating.

He wondered if you even knew how much of his breath you took away.

"I want to feel you, my love," you whispered. "Just us, under our tree, where only the witnesses of our love are our gods."

Robb choked back a groan. If he felt his cock growing hard at the sight of your skin, your words made his cock weep for your wet walls.

Gods, he loved you so much - how could he refuse?

Hurriedly, he took off his cloak and laid it down on the ground before removing his clothes with your help; Robb was just as bare and naked as you were. You gasped at the sight of him.

How could one man be so beautiful? How did such beauty become possible? How blessed were you to receive his love?

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. His tongue swiped your bottom lip, and your lips parted to grant his access to fully devour you. When it felt like you would collapse from the lack of air, his lips trailed down your neck. You heard him murmur against your skin.

"I love you."

He repeated it over and over again, and your breathing became heavier as he continued to trail down. On the tops of your breasts, he deeply breathed the addictive perfume of your skin and began to lay kisses within the valley. His gentle hands roamed and caressed your skin with so much tenderness as his fingers reached that soaked spot between your plush thighs. He slowly slid his fingers inside you, and he growled at how much your slick arousal coated his calloused fingers.

You, on the other hand, felt completely lost in the sea of pleasure Robb was drowning you in. He was gentle. He always was with you, but today...it felt like he was the one who would completely fall apart without you.

Despite you were in full knowledge that it was truly the opposite.

Because for all of his Northern roughness, he was a man who loved with all his heart. He was utterly loyal to those he loved and cherished—a sentiment he shared especially with you, and you could not have been more grateful.

"I want to be here with you," he softly mumbled. "I could never want for anything else if I lived the rest of my life here, with you and our children. You, my pretty fairy, as the mother of my children, and me, your loyal wolf, forever protecting you."

He felt your core clench at his words as hot pleasure shot up your spine. It was a dream the two of you often shared - a life without obligations or duty, no fussy mothers or pushy fathers to stand in your way, and no empty and bleak futures looming over you. A life where it was just the two of you, riding through your forest with your horses, the woods filled with the laughter of your children. And when the day ended, the night would be filled with endless pleasure as your thoughts would only be full of him and his full of you.

You tenderly stroked the curls from his face as you felt the dam holding your pleasure slowly breaking.

Your chest was heaving. "It will, my sweet wolf," you promised. "Ours is a love no one can take away—the gods have shown it to me. After all, our gods are the ones who brought us together in the first place."

It was not long until you completely fell apart and gushed over his fingers. Your back arched as you coated your inner thighs and his fingers with your slick. Robb huskily chuckled as he pressed kisses down your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. Your fingers intertwine with his lovely, auburn curls in an attempt to anchor yourself to this material plane.

"Lie down," he softly ordered. "I won't take you against the harsh bark of a tree."

"Oh, but on your cloak in the dirt is an acceptable alternative?" you teased despite lowering against the soft, dark furs of your lover's fine cloak.

He smirks at your mirth as he crawls toward you. His perfect form hovering over you as if you were prey and he was about to devour you whole.

"Of course," he confirmed. "After all, I plan to take you on it until the only word you know how to say is my name, and the furs soak up all of your cum until it's all I can smell on it until the end of time."

Biting your bottom lip in anticipation, you could hardly wait for him to make good on his promise.

Robb aligns his cock at your entrance, its head red and its tip leaking with precum, as he slowly pushes inside you as wraps his hand in yours. He was only halfway inside you before he fully pushed himself in and completely bottomed out.

You cried as white, hot pleasure shot up your spine and flooded every nerve in your body. You felt so full and could hardly wrap your head around the fact that you and Robb's bodies were joined together as one.

"Fuckin'- fuck," he gasps out. "How is it you're so tight every time I take you?"

"Because I'm yours, Robb," you answered breathlessly. "My body was made for you as yours was made for me. Such pleasures could only exist between us - us and no one else."

Feeling the pool of pleasure in his stomach overflowing at your words, Robb begins to slowly thrust - in and out - until he reaches a steady rhythm that makes you senselessly babble as you feel your body becoming dull to everything but Robb. You felt every slow drag of his hips, every lingering trail of his touch, every hot breath on your skin, and you wondered how one man could make you feel so good.

He hits that spot inside you—the one that makes you see stars that only he could reach. Your eyes roll back, and you beg him to kiss you. A wish he complies without question—because what is his purpose if not to grant your every wish in his power?

It isn't long until he feels your walls clenching around his cock, and he can feel his control quickly slipping.

"Fairy, my fairy," he pleads against your lips. "'m close, 'm cumming."

"In-inside, my love," you beg. "I want you to spill your seed inside me. Let it take root in my womb, and our child grow."

Your grip on his hand tightens as your love's thrusts become quicker and sloppy, and he hits that spot inside you even more harshly and roughly. You scream as your walls clamp down on his member as your arousal spills out and coats his cock. He quickly follows after you, pushing himself as deep as he can to fill your womb with his seed as a groan resonates deep within his chest.

Despite the exhaustion flooding his muscles, Robb does not collapse atop you or pull out. Instead, he presses a soft kiss on your sweaty temple and lies by your side. He holds you close and breathily chuckles at how close to sleep you look in his arms. He places a small peck on your nose and smiles at how it scrunches so adorably.

"Rest now, my love. I'll be here when you wake."

You let out a loud yawn. "Good...believe it or not, this isn't what I had planned for us."

"Oh? And what were we supposed to do before you...distracted me?"

Robb raises his brow before smirking at the memory of how you initiated seducing him. You swatted his arm.

"My mare successfully gave birth to a foal. He's so beautiful - a red and white coat. I already love him."

"Have you named him?"

"Yes, Kodak."

Robb wanted to ask why you decided to name him that of all things, but you were burrowed in his chest - already in a deep sleep. With a content smile, he followed suit and met you in a dream. A beautiful dream where it was just you, him, your children, and 'Kodak.' All of you laughing and smiling in your beloved woods.

Underneath the weirwood tree, you and he met all those years ago - when you were still a sprite, and he was still a boy. Underneath the weirwood where Robb saw you for the first time, and he swore to the Old Gods and New that he would love only you for the rest of his life.

A promise he swore then, a promise he still keeps, and a promise that remains true until his last breath.

@dipperscavern, if you've died from an overload of fluff and love delulu fantasies...then I've done my job

[pearlcatcher-problems]

I've been really into matching dragons lately and figuring out what kind of relationship I see between them / how they'll fit in the main lair. Here are two paired projects I've been planning out ; w; really excited to tackle their lore a little more in-depth down the line!

» husbands [ Leynth | Xerxes ] abyss basic ᛜ spruce jester ᛜ grapefruit glimmer

» twins [ Khal | Hanta ] umber fade ᛜ antique bee ᛜ peacock glimmer

[kckt88]

Wings of Departure Epilogue.

Summary:

'I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone' - J. R R Tolkien

Warning(s): NONE

AEMOND x O.C

Word Count: 1542

A.N - Aemond and O.C say FUCK THIS SHIT!!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Tag List - @jasminecosmic99 @kaelatargaryen @yesterdayfeelings-blog @immyowndefender @0eessirk8 @darylandbethfanforever9

Vaena stood at the edge of the training yard, a serene smile gracing her lips as she watched her family. The sun cast a warm glow over the scene, its rays highlighting the vibrant energy and joy that filled the air.

Aemond, his brow furrowed in concentration, guided Aerion through his sword drills with a blunt metal sword. At the age of eight, Aerion moved with surprising agility and determination, his small frame echoing his father's stance.

Aemond’s commands were clear and encouraging, each movement and parry a lesson in both skill and discipline.

Nearby, the twins Saella and Saeryna, clapped and cheered with every successful strike Aerion made.

Rhaegar, not yet old enough to fully participate, waved his small wooden sword with earnest enthusiasm. Every so often, he would glance at Aemond, seeking approval.

The proud father, never missing a beat, would speak words of praise and encouragement, his eye twinkling with affection and pride.

In Vaena’s arms, their youngest, Daena at a year old, slept soundly, her tiny face nestled against her mother's shoulder. Drooling softly in her peaceful slumber.

The training yard of the Manse was alive with a joyful chaos—children learning, playing, and growing under the watchful eye of their father. The sight of them all together, so happy and full of life, brought a warmth to Vaena’s heart that she cherished deeply.

As Aemond continued to guide Aerion, his occasional glances towards his family spoke volumes of his love and pride. Vaena could see the joy in his eyes, mirrored by the pure adoration of their children. It was a simple moment, a slice of normalcy amidst the turmoil of their lives, but it was one that made her feel profoundly grateful.

Vaena leaned against the balustrade of their home, her gaze drifting over the city’s shimmering skyline as memories of the past five years flickered through her mind. It felt like a lifetime since she and Aemond had fled King’s Landing, leaving behind a world of turmoil and betrayal.

The journey across the Narrow Sea had been a long one, but their escape had been a daring success. They had landed in the cities of Tyrosh, Volantis, and Astapor, each place leaving its own mark on their lives.

They marvelled at the bustling markets, exotic spices, and the diverse cultures that each city offered. Yet, it was Qarth that had captured their hearts.

The city was like something out of a dream. Buildings in hues of rose, umber, and violet seemed to shimmer in the warm sun, creating an otherworldly beauty that was impossible to forget.

Fountains shaped like mythical beasts adorned every open square, and the streets were lined with statues of bronze, each telling its own silent story. The opulence of Qarth was a stark contrast to the chaos they had left behind.

The ruler of Qarth had greeted them with open arms, no doubt enchanted by their dragons. In return for their grand lodgings, befitting their status as Targaryen royalty, Aemond and Vaena agreed to have their dragons guard the city and act as a deterrent against any potential thieves passing through the Jade Gates.

The dragons thrived in the warm climate and abundant food of the Jade Sea. Vhagar, in particular, revelled in the sun-soaked days, often found basking on a sandy dune, contentedly napping.

Cannibal, though still fearsome, had developed a surprisingly tender bond with Silverwing, who in turn had delivered another clutch of eggs. The arrival of the eggs had meant that each of their children were now blessed with a companion of their own, the skies of Qarth often alight with the sounds of hatchling dragons learning to fly and hunt.

News from Westeros had trickled in slowly. Rhaenyra had claimed the Iron Throne, and Aegon had been executed—a mercy killing at Daemon's hands, as the rumours suggested, although the same couldn’t be said for those charged with treason.

The fallout from Aemond's moon light flit had been significant. Rhaenyra, enraged by the escape was convinced that Alicent had tipped him off, and had her confined to her chambers, only allowing a septa to attend her.

Helaena and Jaehaera had been spared, and so had Daeron, who had joined the Queens Guard. Aemond scoffed when he heard the news, declaring it as a way for Rhaenyra to keep his little brother under her control, but deep down Vaena knew he was glad that they were alive.

Despite the tension and anger at Vaena’s role in Aemond’s escape, Rhaenyra had demanded her return. Her threats to force Vaena back to Westeros had been met with defiance.

Vaena had abdicated her claim as heir to the Iron Throne in favour of Jacaerys, a gesture that did nothing to calm Rhaenyra’s wrath.

The Queen's growing impatience had been tempered by Lord Corlys, who wisely noted that antagonizing Qarth so early in her reign would be unwise.

Reluctantly, Rhaenyra had been forced to let go of her demands, although she later tried to claim that Aemond had been exiled from Westeros indefinitely, which was obviously an attempt to save face and quell any demands by Aegon’s supporters for Aemond to be crowned King.

As the training session drew to a close, Aemond wiped the sweat from his brow and walked over to where Aerion and Rhaegar were putting away their practice weapons.

He placed a reassuring hand on Aerion’s shoulder, giving him a nod of approval. "Rhaegar, help your brother with those," he instructed, watching as Rhaegar eagerly complied, his small face alight with concentration.

With the training gear stowed away, Aemond made his way over to Vaena, who was standing near the edge of the training yard. He placed a hand on the back of her head, and pressed a tender kiss to her cheek.

His other hand gently caressed the curve of her belly, feeling the warmth of their sixth child growing within. “You should be resting,” he murmured softly, his breath warm against her skin. “It’s quite hot today.”

Vaena smiled up at him, her eyes filled with love and a touch of defiance. “I wanted to watch you train. Besides, I’m fine.”

Aemond’s gaze softened as he lifted the sleeping Daena from her arms. The little girl stirred slightly but remained peacefully asleep.

He cradled her carefully, then motioned for the children to come inside. The training yard was quieting down as they gathered around him.

Vaena turned to the maids, instructing them to prepare cool baths for Aemond and Aerion. The heat of the day had been intense, and a refreshing bath would be a welcome relief.

“And it’s time for Saella and Saeryna’s embroidery lessons,” she added, knowing full well their reluctance. The twins groaned but followed the maid with as much grace as they could muster.

Rhaegar, ever the enthusiastic artist, asked for some colouring materials to occupy his time. “I want to colour!” he announced, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Vaena chuckled and handed him a few sheets of parchment along with some vibrant crayons.

Meanwhile, Daena was gently placed in her crib, her form nestled comfortably beneath soft blankets. As she continued to sleep, Vaena took a moment to catch her breath and enjoy the calm after the bustle of the training session.

Vaena stepped into the bathing chambers, the cool, fragrant air providing a welcome respite from the heat of the day. She moved gracefully to the edge of the large, sunken tub where Aemond was reclining in the water.

The bath was filled with petals from fragrant flowers and the gentle scent of lavender, soothing and calming.

She settled beside the tub on a cushioned seat, her hand trailing through the cool water as she watched Aemond. He glanced up at her, his eyes noting the slight shadow of contemplation on her face.

“You seem a bit subdued,” he remarked, his tone laced with concern. “Is everything alright?”

Vaena looked at him, a thoughtful expression on her face. “I was just wondering,” she began, her voice soft, “are you happy with how your life has turned out?”

Aemond’s brows furrowed slightly as he regarded her. “What’s prompted this question?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Vaena shrugged gently, her fingers still skimming the water’s surface. “Just curious,” she replied with a small smile. “Sometimes it’s good to reflect.”

Aemond shifted in the bath, sitting up and taking her hand in his. He raised it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to her fingers, his gaze steady and sincere.

“I can honestly say that I’m more than happy with our life,” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “I have the family I’ve always wanted. You and the children mean everything to me. After everything we’ve been through, this—” He gestured around them, the serene setting and the gentle hum of family life “—this is everything I could have dreamed of.”

Vaena’s eyes softened as she listened to him, her heart swelling with love and contentment. “I’m glad,” she murmured, squeezing his hand gently. “I’m glad we’ve found this peace together.”

Aemond gave her a reassuring smile, his expression filled with affection. “Me too,” he said, his voice tender. “I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

[dontforgetoctober3rd]

A Keen Eye

(Aemond Targaryen X Rhaena Targaryen)

Summary: Aemond and Rhaena aren't actually in the fic themselves, its just a scene with the way that some highborn girls at the keep view Aemond and Rhaena's relationship and them gossiping about it soooo technically this fic is still Aemond X Rhaena! The fic is bite sized as well, I doubt it's even 100 words but enjoy anyway!

Rating: E (everyone and their mom)

The marriage between Aemond and Rhaena went well, healing a long festering wound between the two families. Several highborn maidens often gossiped about it.

"Do you think she is afraid of him?" Catherine Redwyne quipped in her group's embroidery gathering one day.

"I would be!" One of the Caswell twins put in.

"Why on earth would she have reason to be afraid of him?" Sara Umber asked with a scoff.

The girls all stopped their needlework and looked at her.

They all liked her well enough but Sara Umber was not ladylike and, quite often, her views conflicted with theirs.

It was a consensus among the southern girls that all Northern girls were wild, almost on par with Dornish women. Wild or not, Sara was still highborn and so they had accepted when their mothers bade them to make her part of the group. It certainly brought more interesting conversations, like now.

Catherine sighed as she responded. "Anyone with sense is afraid of Aemond Targaryen."

"Why, though?" Sara persisted. "He seems to treat her well enough. I saw them laughing together a few days ago."

Their Septa Maya, who had heretofore been forgotten over in her spot by the window, spoke.

"It is not difficult to understand the collective fear towards the Prince, Lady Sara. He controls the largest, most fearsome power in this world. Imagine having such a fearsome beast completely under your command!" Septa Maya called out, as she examined her own needlework with the help of a magnifying glass.

"A keen eye could say that is a more apt description of the Princess Rhaena." Sara said with a smile, returning to struggling with her own needlework. The girls all laughed in agreement as their Septa shook her head.

[jackoshadows]

I have come across some posts/comments saying that Jon Snow will stay as Jon Snow and will never become Jon Stark. Here's the thing though - Jon Snow IS already Jon Stark! He just doesn't know it yet.

As GRRM states:

Q: I have a question, since Robb actually  legitimized Jon and named him his heir for Winterfell and the North  before the Red Wedding (granted no one knows about this and is still  alive or free, the Greatjon knows as does Edmure, but I dont see them  getting out of the Twins any time soon and Catelyn would probably die  before telling anyone) does this make Jon’s rejection of Stannis’ offer  moot? A: Edmure and the Greatjon are prisoners, true… but you are forgetting  the envoys that Robb sent to Howland Reed… Galbart Glover, Maege  Mormont, Jason Mallister… they are all alive and free. As to what is and is not moot… the key point is, only a king can legitimize a bastard……

"Precedent," she said bitterly. "Yes, Aegon the Fourth legitimized all his bastards on his deathbed. And how much pain, grief, war, and murder grew from that? I know you trust Jon. But can you trust his sons? Or their sons? The Blackfyre pretenders troubled the Targaryens for five generations, until Barristan the Bold slew the last of them on the Stepstones. If you make Jon legitimate, there is no way to turn him bastard again. Should he wed and breed, any sons you may have by Jeyne will never be safe." - Catelyn, ASoS

Robb stood, and as quick as that, her fate was settled. He picked up a sheet of parchment. "One more matter. Lord Balon has left chaos in his wake, we hope. I would not do the same. Yet I have no son as yet, my brothers Bran and Rickon are dead, and my sister is wed to a Lannister. I've thought long and hard about who might follow me. I command you now as my true and loyal lords to fix your seals to this document as witnesses to my decision." A king indeed, Catelyn thought, defeated. She could only hope that the trap he'd planned for Moat Cailin worked as well as the one in which he'd just caught her. - Catelyn, ASoS

So it is done. King in the North Robb Stark has already legitimized Jon Snow as Jon Stark. Edmure Tully, GreatJon Umber, Maege Mormont, Galbart Glover and Jason Mallister all now know that Jon Snow is Jon Stark.

They just have not managed to either get word to him (Edmure and the GreatJon being prisoners) or for reasons unknown - most probably because of the Boltons squatting in Winterfell with Northmen as Lannister hostages and Stannis engaged in a campaign in the North - have just not informed Jon about this.

This right here is strong foreshadowing for Jon Stark as King in the North through Robb's Will:

Stannis read from the letter. "Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK. A girl of ten, you say, and she presumes to scold her lawful king." - Jon I, ADwD

At this point it's clearly implied that Lyanna Mormont has heard from her mother. Maege Mormont - who is witness to Robb's last will and decree which names Jon Stark as KITN - is last seen heading to the Neck with her daughters.

Catelyn wondered if Lady Maege had reached the Neck as yet. She had taken her other daughters with her, but as one of Robb’s battle companions Dacey had chosen to remain by his side. - Catelyn, ACoK

In ADwD, Alysane mentions that two of her sisters are with their mother. Which makes it clear that she has heard from Maege.

"Sisters," Alysane Mormont replied, gruff as ever. "Five, we were. All girls. Lyanna is back on Bear Island. Lyra and Jory are with our mother. Dacey was murdered." "The Red Wedding." - The King's Prize, ADwD

Which then implies that Lyanna Mormont has heard from her mother and her declaration is for Jon Stark.

Now of course they could be talking about Rickon Stark, if Maege and Galbart Glover managed to communicate with Robett Glover and Manderly has let them know that Rickon is still alive. However, keeping in mind that Galbart Glover was also witness to King Robb's last decree which legitimizes Jon Snow as Jon Stark, it's very possible this is about Jon Stark as well.

The next paragraph just hits us over the head with foreshadowing that more or less confirms that this is about Jon Stark.

Maege Mormont had ridden south with Robb, Jon knew. Her eldest daughter had joined the Young Wolf's host as well. Even if both of them had died, however, Lady Maege had other daughters, some with children of their own. Had they gone with Robb as well? Surely Lady Maege would have left at least one of the older girls behind as castellan. He did not understand why Lyanna should be writing Stannis, and could not help but wonder if the girl's answer might have been different if the letter had been sealed with a direwolf instead of a crowned stag, and signed by Jon Stark, Lord of Winterfell. It is too late for such misgivings. You made your choice. - Jon I, ADwD

Yes Jon, the answer would have been different because Lyanna straight out just declared for YOU! He just doesn't know it yet.

Jon took a knee. The king frowned at him, and rattled the parchment angrily. Rise. Tell me, who is Lyanna Mormont? One of Lady Maeges daughters, Sire. The youngest. She was named for my lord fathers sister.

The fact that it's LYANNA Mormont making this declaration - which GRRM reminds us of in the same discussion when Jon tells Stannis that she is named after his father's sister - just sweetens the whole deal!

[atopvisenyashill]

staying in the north because that’s home

we’re doing theon chapters next lads it’s about to get very sad in here. also theon has more chapters so this one is a little longer. tldr on theon’s adwd arc:

FIRSTLY I kept track of his reek rhymes it goes leek bleak meek leek squeak cheek leak weak freak sneak wreak peek freak shriek meek peek weak sneak

Secondly, just for reference, his chapter names are Reek I, Reek II, Reek III, The Prince of Winterfell, The Turncloack, A Ghost in Winterfell, and Theon. When I saw “Theon” I genuinely cheered out loud.

I like these chapters a lot because there’s a lot to analyze without (at least to me) being all that plot heavy. They just like, go to a wedding then hang out at Winterfell. Meanwhile Theon is losing his mind and also connecting spiritually with a nine year old.

I think it’s soooo funny that everyone is like “oh that Tully Temper” as if the northmen aren’t just as unpleasant as cat hoster lysa edmure and blackfish lol. like these are the bitchiest people in the world omg.

let’s goo

we are just opening with eating a alive rat let’s get into this shit.

kyra story is horrifying. the characterization for her is interesting as she introduces us to ramsay's little most dangerous game playground - ramsay truly sets her free to give her a headstart and she realizes she won't be able to find her way home on her own so she goes to the one person she knows is both skilled enough to help and likely willing to help, which is theon. but theon in that moment is still just steeped in his selfishness; he's almost more angry at kyra for not splitting up so he could get away than at ramsay for hunting them down and gruesomely murdering her.

Ramsay was clad in black and pink—black boots, black belt and scabbard, black leather jerkin over a pink velvet doublet slashed with dark red satin. In his right ear gleamed a garnet cut in the shape of a drop of blood.

the DRIP omg once again angry that the Northerners all wear the exact same ugly outfit when we could have gotten THIS

THEONSA QUOTE

but also his "she is only a girl" about arya marrying ramsay....that hurt me too

No. I never thought we would. They’re dead. Lord Wyman had them killed. That’s what I would have done if I was him.

first of all - i love this evil little kid lmao

second of all - i love that he very pragmatically is like "yeah those bitches should have realized they were gonna get got"

third of all - kinda love that he hangs around talking to theon. as i've been thinking about who will get the twins at the end, I think what's interesting here is that Little Walder, the "stupid" one, is the Frey that latches onto Ramsay while Big Walder, the "smart" one, seems to talk to everyone there, more intent on gathering information than purposefully currying favor with any one person, even from lowly, broken little Reek.

After the scratch the Young Wolf gave Lord Rickard, that may be somewhat less true than formerly. Be that as it may. Lord Stannis has taken Deepwood Motte from the ironmen and restored it to House Glover. Worse, the mountain clans have joined him, Wull and Norrey and Liddle and the rest. His strength is growing.

so we’re at Winterfell. This is how it shakes out-

WINTERFELL, STARK LOYALISTS: Manderly, Hornwood, Cerwyn, Tallhart, Locke, Hothor “Whoresbane” Umber WINTERFELL, BOLTON LOYALISTS: Bolton, Frey WINTERFELL, SHADY GROUPS: Ryswell, Dustin, FF Flints, Stout WITH STANNIS: Mors “Crowsfood” Umber, Mountain Clans (First Flints, Wulls, Liddles, Harclays, etc), Mormont, Glover, possibly WW Flints as well? IN THE WIND: Reed, Karstark, Skagosi

just listing that here so i have it somewhere.

"Has my bastard ever told you how I got him?” That he did know, to his relief. “Yes, my … m’lord. You met his mother whilst out riding and were smitten by her beauty.” “Smitten?” Bolton laughed. “Did he use that word? Why, the boy has a singer’s soul."

this one hurt my feelings. Especially in conjunction with Roose's "don't make me regret the day I raped your mother" and the way that's the comment that really gets under Ramsay's skin - I think he much prefers to tell himself that Roose was simply ~overcome with lust~ for his mother's beauty rather than Roose thinking she wasn't even worth the time it took to rape her

"You could be my man." "I'm no one's man."

screaming

interesting how both Barbrey and Wyman distrust Maesters

"And be quick about it. If she’s not wet by the time I’m done disrobing, I will cut off that tongue of yours and nail it to the wall.” Somewhere in the godswood, a raven screamed.

that's Bran btw

“Please,” he murmured through his broken teeth, “I never meant …” The words caught in his throat. “Save me,” he finally managed. “Give me …” What? Strength? Courage? Mercy? Snow fell around him, pale and silent, keeping its own counsel. The only sound was a faint soft sobbing. Jeyne, he thought. It is her, sobbing in her bridal bed. Who else could it be? Gods do not weep. Or do they? The sound was too painful to endure. Theon grabbed hold of a branch and pulled himself back to his feet, knocked the snow off his legs, and limped back toward the lights. There are ghosts in Winterfell, he thought, and I am one of them.

THAT'S BRAN TOO. GODS WEEP AND THEY WEEP FOR YOU AND JEYNE THEON!!!!

The girls were glad to see him. They knew him by his smell. Red Jeyne loped over to lick at his hand, and Helicent slipped under the table and curled up by his feet, gnawing at a bone. They were good dogs.

i'm curious if this will come up again - that Ramsay's dogs know Theon (because he sleeps with them) and they seem to like him, and they're fairly well behaved despite being raised by Ramsay.

The gods could not kill Bran any more than I could. It was a strange thought and stranger still to remember that Bran might still be alive.

screaming

so there's the murdery mystery plot. what's interesting to me here is that once we get to the Prince of Winterfell, Theon stops referring to himself as Reek (until Ramsay rapes Theon & Jeyne on their wedding night). But in the Turncloak, he goes back to being his usual prickly self; he's picking up on what people aren't saying, he starts with his "jeyne jeyne rhymes with pain" as a substitute for the reek bit, and even when he's doing the reek bit he's not just using random words, he's using insults for himself - meek, weak, freak, etc. By the murder mystery, he's straight up snapping at people, interacting with people, actively lying for no real reason, and he seems to start really resenting the idea that he'll have to go back to being Reek. There's a level of barely concealed rage more an anything but it's not directed at the people around him, it's directed at Ramsay for the first time and it's directed at himself.

anyways, there’s this clear shift as Theon starts breaking out of the brainwashing effect the torture has on him but it's not a shift into being mentally well it's just a shift back into being Theon Greyjoy and that means prickly, and that means weird magic stuff too.

The poetry. of theon’s chapters starting with his thoughts on kyra, mad at her for needing his help, to theon lying to get jeyne out of there, and grabbing her before he jumps, without even a thought in his head about leaving her behind.

[ilikemicrowaves]

Meet my venom twins xp (ID plus info under cut)

Hazard

Hazard is an Umber and dark green with dark brown patterns that go along the sides of its neck to its tail, the shape of diamonds and dots. It has a long tongue from its silkwing heritage. A horn comes from the middle of its forehead from his hivewing heritage. Its ears are bright lime green frills from its rainwing heritage. It has a sail on his back that is not shown in the bust drawing. Hazard is an assasin for Queen Markhor of the sandwings. He uses a specific kill order with his given gifts. He paralyzes the victim with his stingers and stabs the sides of their stomachs with its barb tail, and shoots venom into the victims throat. Unless he needs to make a quick kill, this is the way he does it. It had a sibling named Unicorn.

It/its

Rainwing venom

Sandwing barb tail

Hivewing paralyzing stingers

Silkwing tongue

50% Sandwing

30% Rainwing

15% Hivewing

5% Silkwing

Unicorn

Unicorn is a taller and brighter version of its sibling with fewer abilities. Unicorn is very envious towards its sibling but tries not to show it. It has no face or neck jewerly but wears a gold barb tail protector gifted by the Queen. Although Unicorn does not have a barb tail, it makes it look like one and protects its stinger tail from its hivewing heritage. Unicorn does have rainwing venom, but it was never trained, so it's never really used. Unicorn has orange and green scales a yellow underbelly. Its horns are magenta except for its forehead horn that gave it its name, that horn is green. Unicorn has "bug eyes," meaning it has 4 eyes with black sclara with white pupils. Unicorn is Queen Markhor's advisor and knows a lot of information about the issues and problems with the kingdom.

Rainwing venom

Stinger tail

Bug eyes

Silk tongue

50% Sandwing

30% Rainwing

15% Hivewing

5% Silkwing

If you guys want to, you should totally send an ask about them...I really like these two a lot. Thanks for reading about my babies.

[ilikebookssomuch]

Random KotLC fic WIP because why not

let me know if I should continue with this crackpot idea :D

Biana screams, her face twisting in pain as she reaches a hand out of the flames, grasping for my hand. I grab onto her and pull, sparks flying in my hair and catching my cape on fire. I shriek as the flames eat at my back, but I keep pulling. After a moment, the smoke chokes me and I let go of Biana’s hand. 

She screams, a long, wordless shriek of agony. Blisters erupt along her bare arm and the side of her neck. I nearly vomit, but there is too much smoke and ash in my throat. I blink rapidly, and when I open my eyes again I have lost sight of Biana. 

Fitz is nearby, attempting to rescue Dex from the boulder he’s caught under. His pant leg is on fire. Dex’s face is bloody and there is a gash on his shoulder, the sleeve ripped. Dex’s leg is caught under the boulder and the fire is creeping closer.

Fitz! I transmit.

He looks up, snapping his head around to meet my eyes.

Use telekinesis!! Fitz nods and turns back to Dex. My bare feet pound on the gry grass beneath me splinters embedding themselves in my toes as I run.

Tam is battling with a figure in a black cloak. Linh is trapped under a force field, and I can see her trying to draw water outside of the glowing dome. Five ogres surround Sandor and Grizel so I turn towards them, flinging goblin-throwing stars from my cape pockets. I knock down two of the ogres, and now I can see Sandor and Grizel back to back with their swords raised. They seem like they can handle it, so I keep running. The fire is at my back now, red-hot and towering over me. 

Nearby, Wylie is battling Gethen, but he seems to be losing. I pull Hope from her sheath and charge into the battle. Wylie is flashing a beam of bright purple light into Gethen’s eyes, so I take advantage of the momentary distraction and stab Gethen’s arm. I wince a little when I see the blood, but I am used to violence by now. 

It’s always there, hiding in the shadows. We’ve been at war with the Neverseen for almost two years, and this is one of our most deadly skirmishes. Fintan sparked the Everblaze while we were all assembled in the Black Swan’s newest hideout. So much for that. 

The hideout is surely burned to the ground by now, and Fintan seems to have escaped. Gethen, Vespera, Trix, Umber, Brnt, Lady Gisella, and dozens of other black-cloaked figures are fighting against the collective and a few other elves I haven’t met yet, about twenty gnomes, fifteen goblins, four trolls, and thirty dwarves are all here fighting with my friends and me. I haven’t seen Mr. Forkle yet, so I decide to look for him. 

I close my eyes, the sounds of screams and shouts and metal against metal clanging together and the fire popping and sparking in the distance. I tune all of that out, concentrating on the sounds of thoughts instead. 

This is it. That’s Tam. I keep searching. 

Where is Dex?! Juline’s panicked thoughts are so clear. Sharp and piercing my brain.

GRIZEL!! Sandor is distraught, the image of Grizle with a deep gash in her side blaring into my mind. I hold back tears, but I can’t give up. Mr. Forkle is so important, he can’t be dead. 

What about Keefe? I shove the thought back. I don’t have time to think about his betrayal right now. Finally, I catch a whisper: I wish my brother was here.

Mr. Forkle had a twin brother, but he died in the collapse of Lumenaria a few years ago. Months later, Keefe disappeared; and the only sign of him was the note I found next to Iggy’s cage. The memory of That Day resurfaces and I am thrown into the past.

* * *

I have just gotten home from a particularly awkward meeting with the Black Swan. I burned down the Neverseen’s storehouse, but basically no one was pleased with that. I shove my frustrations aside and grab a ripplefluff before heading upstairs.

When I enter my room, I tense. There are footprints on my flowery rug, and Iggy is a different color. He has stripes of teal and blue and purple and pink now, and –I rush closer to his cage– there is a note held under the corner of the cage. I read it, my worry increasing with every word. 

* * *

To the Mysterious Miss F,

Ugh, I’m already regretting saying this. But this is serious.

 I know that a lot has been happening lately, with your abilities, and my crazy mother. And I’m sorry. But I figured out a way to control myself. I hope you won’t hate me for it. 

This is for the best. 

—Keefe.

P.S. I love you, Sophie. Always have. Always will.

Goodbye.

Tears start to blur my eyes, but I still catch the words “I love you.” 

Does this mean what I think it means? Is Keefe…. I can’t think about this. He’s just getting used to his ability. He’ll come back. 

Right?

[flowerbarrel-art]

(This post got a bit long) Oh nice! It’s fun to think past characters pop up again. They are really similar. It’s hard to tell because of lighting but I color dropped them and they are pretty close.

I color picked from a clearer screenshot and they’re still similar but slightly different. It would be pretty funny if Corn Dog Stick’s family were corn dog and mustard colored but it’d be fun too if he was a twin.

(Umber is Corn Dog Guy. I meant he’s Cherry Blossom Guy’s twin. 😅 I called Cherry Blossom Guy “Cinnamon”.)

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 44 Ambassador's Mansion Mystery

I have a better idea of what MiniMurdle is gonna be now

It begins with the twins longing to solve their own mysteries and become 'just as famous as Logico', so they begin writing a book where 'everyone is as small as them'. Umber joins in to help write, and the series is more or less the kiddos doing a roleplay together as it shows what's happening in their book

And Antoduardo's there too.

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Logico gets a letter from the nefarious President White. As it turns out, you know where else is apparently by the Bahamas?

Drakonia.

And he doesn’t want to go…

IRRATINO: Logico, when I made it to Drakonia, all I saw was a city in flames. I never got to see it for myself!

Logico grimaces. Is it worth going back there just for Irratino? He looks back at him and decides - yes it is.

As they fly there (by zeppelin, of course), Logico thinks about the first season. He thinks of how he was betrayed by Lady Violet, and how unnaturally quickly the Lord Violet storyline came to an end. And he can’t erase from his mind Marble’s cryptic warning, and how it could relate to Deacon Verdigris’ freakout.

“The more you knew, the more you’d want to stay away.”

And Champagne threatening to bring the war to the mainland? This could mean- Oh look they’re here. Time flies when you’re flippin’ out. The Oxymorons were invited to an ambassador’s mansion to settle a debate over Free Drakonia. And while murder is his game, Logico has never been adept at politics. And unsurprisingly, neither is Irratino. White and Porpoise stare at them aggressively as they enter, and Bluski seems to also be there. Not even just seems to - he is, in fact, there.

LOGICO: H…Hello… IRRATINO: I may not be the best at politics, but I am GREAT with debate! What do you need to settle? WHITE: We didn’t bring you here to settle a debate. We brought you here because the ambassador, whose house we are in, is suddenly dead.

Logico isn’t too worried about the murder. But he is worried about the location. He’s still not sure what it is about Drakonia that scarred him, but whatever it was cut deep. Maybe he just has a fear of war.

Speaking of which, a gun mounted on the wall has a plaque underneath. “Fired the silver bullet that started the Drakonian Civil War.” The thought makes him so uncomfortable. The daily death of background humans was easy to get used to, but real people killing each other? Losing the only thing they still have in this terrible and murderous world?

He has to snap out of it as the debate between Porpoise and White is getting more severe. So much so, in fact, that White suddenly bites Porpoise’s tusk! The whale wails in pain, and thrusts the wolf to the ground, bloodying her mouth.

IRRATINO: What is happening?? LOGICO: …it’s happening to them… IRRATINO: WHAT’S happening to them?!

The animals brawl, until finally after much injury, Porpoise backs down. White sits back in her chair like nothing happened, although her mouth is injured and her clothes are torn. Logico is paralyzed. 

Irratino quickly calls the Institute to ask what this strange behavior could mean. They don’t have an answer, but after the psychics scry, they can help find who did the initial murder. Unsurprisingly, it’s the guy who was just standing around the whole time.

BLUSKI: Now the Convocation of Countries will be forced to recognize Free Drakonia! All glory to the Reds! Freedom to all oppressed people everywhere!

Logico sighs. That doesn’t sound that bad. 

IRRATINO: You know, you could say the most oppressed people in the world are the ones who keep getting murdered. BLUSKI: Hey, hey! I don’t care about the St. Lupinian babble about the sanctity of ‘human’ life!

Logico forgot about St. Lupine. Who are they? What do they want? And what could their presence mean in the future…

IRRATINO: Come on. Let’s go home, and get tacos. LOGICO: …okay. <3

The end!

Yay drama <3 For one episode, at least.

As I was editing this, this came in the mail!! My official card! And the chessboxing champion pin!! AND A TEENY TINY PENCIL!!!

Gotta find a safe place for these because there's no way I'm gonna lose them

I'M SO HAPPY OMG

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[sailtomarina]

My submission for the HP Drizzle Fest 2024, Hot Girl Summer, has been revealed! Click the link to read on AO3, and see below for an excerpt.

Hermione POV | Rating: T | Post-Hogwarts, Flirting | WC 5K

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Hermione considered her silk blouse and cotton skirt. She’d thought them sufficient at the start of the day, but now the knee-length material felt confining. The silk had already proven shite, sticking to her sweaty skin as it did. Fingering the linen covering her thighs and eyeballing Luna’s transfiguration, an idea formed.

“There’s plenty of cover behind the tree.” Luna was already a step ahead of her, waving a pale hand towards the thick beech trunk.

When Hermione returned, it was with her silk blouse in hand and a newly transfigured linen sundress that skimmed halfway up her thighs. Thin spaghetti straps allowed her arms to breathe. She twirled in place the moment she held her friend’s attention.

“Nicely done!” Luna exclaimed, nodding in approval at the sight.

A series of curses burst out above them. Hermione had to block the sun with a hand to look for the source.

“Foul! That’s reckless flying, Charlie!” Percy waggled his finger at the burly Seeker.

“Me? What about Fred? He was just as reckless as I was!”

The accused twin shrugged, not even bothering to argue the point. “Can you really blame me?”

Hermione felt like she was missing something. None of the boys were looking at them, but from the way the rest of the family kept shooting her looks and how Luna erupted into giggles, Hermione was convinced she was somehow involved.

“What is this about, then?” She propped both hands on her hips as she questioned Luna.

The witch only giggled harder, shaking her head and waving a hand at Hermione as if she were the one causing a fuss.

Nonplussed, Hermione sought out Arthur and Molly’s attention, only to find that they, too, wore similar expressions of amusement. Was everyone in on it, whatever it was?

She was just about to storm off, perhaps splash her face with some cold water, when she caught Charlie sneaking a peek in her direction. The instant he noticed her watching, he jerked his head back around so hard that his broom nearly fishtailed and sent him off the end.

Oh.

A theory now in place, Hermione settled back onto the blanket next to Luna. She stretched out as if to nap, letting the hem of her dress ride up to the top of her thighs.

“Want to make them even more obvious?” Luna whispered conspiratorially. Her grin showed she knew exactly what Hermione was doing. At her nod, Luna turned onto her side, head propped on one hand as she leaned over Hermione. Their eyes locked on one another, pale turquoise on gold-flecked umber.

They did nothing but smirk at one another, ears pricked for a reaction. They didn’t have to wait long.

A loud whooshing sound preceded the gust that felt refreshing in the otherwise still air. They turned as one to take in the sight of Charlie in all his glory–rippling muscles covered with tattoos and scars, a sheen of perspiration coating them like oil, and a blinding smile underneath piercing sapphire eyes. “Hey.”

Hermione choked on her response, prompting him to grin even wider.

“Hi, Charlie!” Luna replied, lacking none of her usual poise. “I love your Ridgeback.” She pointed at the figure gracing the upper right part of his chest where the dragon’s wings stretched outward.

“Thanks, love,” he said with a wink.

Hermione made room for him as he moved to settle down next to her. It took two throat clears before she could finally speak. “I like them, too.” She motioned towards his body, then hastily added, “The tattoos.”

“Thank you. I like what you did with the dress.” His eyes ran appreciatively down her figure.

Rather than feel insulted at the blatant way he checked her out, Hermione’s stomach flipped in place. “Th-thanks. I got the idea from Luna.”

The other girl saluted them both, then rolled over onto her side in a clear bid for a nap. They turned their attention back to one another, tension filling the space in between.

Hermione had always found Charlie attractive. There was an air about him that screamed danger, much like the dragons that were his livelihood. He’d always seemed out of reach for anything more than a girlish crush. Surely, there were sexy witches closer to his age, ones who could run circles around Hermione’s awkward attempts at conversation. But, here he was, propped up next to her and the bottomless blues of his regard reeling her in.

“I–”

Whatever he’d been about to say was lost to the shouts.

“Watch out!”

“Duck!”

“Hermione!”

Faster than her eyes could follow, Charlie was in front of her, his broad back obstructing her view of the pitch. It was only when he turned that she saw the unmistakable red leather clutched in his hands. Beside her, Luna murmured and continued to sleep on.

“You’re a git, you know that?” Charlie yelled, before chucking the Quaffle straight at Fred with enough force to knock the wizard’s broom back.

“I’m not the one out on a foul!” Fred threw back. “You alright there, Hermione?”

“Yes!”

“No thanks to you!”

Her and Charlie’s responses overlapped.

“You’re out, Fred. Charlie, you’re back in.” Percy’s no-nonsense orders garnered groans from Fred’s team now that they were the ones a man down.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Charlie said, looking reluctant as he scratched at the back of his neck. He straddled his broom, then hesitated. “Would you–”

“Hermione, love!” Fred’s voice boomed over his brother and emphasised the interruption with a clap to the other man’s back. “Mind if I keep you company?”

She had to fight the laughter threatening to bubble up her throat at the way the two men growled at one another. Hermione wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d bumped chests. “I don’t mind at all.” She padded the invitation to one with encouragement to the other, “Good luck, Charlie.”

“I don’t need luck, darling,” he said with a wink. Fred scoffed, but Hermione couldn’t help but bite her lip at the confidence.

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Read the rest on AO3, where your comments and kudos are appreciated <3 Make sure to check out the other @hpdrizzle works in the collection!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hermione Granger/Charlie Weasley, Hermione Granger/Fred Weasley, Hermione Granger/Percy Weasley, Arthur Weasley/Molly Weasley, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger & Luna Lovegood Characters: Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter, Angelina Johnson, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Percy Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Friendship, Friendship/Love, Past Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, The Burrow (Harry Potter), Summer at the Burrow (Harry Potter), Quidditch, Flirting, HP Drizzle Fest 2024 Summary:

With the war now over and a summer heatwave in full force, the last thing anybody wants to do is worry about what the future holds. What about Quidditch and a birthday barbecue at the Burrow, instead?

Or, Hermione finds herself the willing eye candy of not one, not two, but three eligible Weasleys? How can a girl choose? Why should she have to?

[laneaconite]

Freshwater Fondness

And there by the river we congregated, Sunscreen applied and blankets spread wide Shaded by the great cork oaks, bark corrugated Sharing cherries, tea, and the river's gentle tide.

With waters so icy azure–umber–evergreen, Bank littered with vacant mussel shells, Sailed upon by ducks and geese, taking time to preen. A sweet relief having settled into tranquility, this day foretells. 

Basking in that glowing feeling as she shivers on beside Taking dares to plunge in deeper, Only after I dive and arise, a gloating guide— Deep breath and below the brink she sinks like a viper. 

It isn't long before the mallards lead us back to shore Us two crouched and grinning, gawking down At twiddling tadpoles and wee little fish we'd missed before. Swish my hand through the water, memories warm from another town. Enveloped in brief recollection of frog catching summers at the twin ponds, Watching the little finned things weave away from my hands, A chase I surrendered on sight, to which she responds Once again challenged, returning to me with dripping cupped hands: “I couldn't catch a tadpole, they were too fast, but I caught a fish!” Stare awed at the little pikeminnow swimming in the lake between her fingers, Watch the steady line of her back descend as she releases the creature, And soak in the divine.

[novankenn]

More than meets the Eye

(A/N: For anyone looking for the "Master List" click on the post title, or check out my Fem!Jaune Story Collection)

Mel and Mil moved closer to the dance floor as soon as they noticed Joan trying to make a hasty exit through the press of people, and in short order the identical twin bouncers were escorting Joan to a nearby vacant table.

"You okay?" Mil asked as Joan took a seat. Joan responded with a nod of her head.

"Do we need to eject her?" Mel asked her eyes locking onto the fashionable brunette that had approached Joan. Joan just shook her head.

"If you say so, but if she keeps pressing you... don't hesitate. We've got your back."

Joan shot the normally very severe looking twins a warm smile as a thank you.

"Oh, almost forgot. Gorgeous wants to talk to you." Mil informed the pinkish haired blond. Who replied with a questioning look. "Something about an event or contest you might be interested in."

Joan nodded and took a look around the club, easily spotting the figure of Gorgeous sitting at her customary table, sipping on a glass of wine. Joan stood reached out, and pulled the twins into a quick hug as a thank you before moving off towards Gorgeous, leaving both young women kind of blushing and sputtering.

Gorgeous had introduced herself several weeks ago to Joan, mistakenly guessing that Joan was transitioning from male-to-female like herself. To say she was a little surprised to find out that was not the case, would be fair. Though Gorgeous never once treated Joan any different than the girl she was presenting herself to be.

Like Joan, Gorgeous was more than passable. Years of treatments and living as a woman making her completely indistinguishable from any other woman. Joan was a girl-next-door while Gorgeous presented herself as sex personified... but in a tasteful and publicly acceptable manner.

Joan waved as she closed in on Gorgeous' table, prompting the older woman to get out of her seat and pull the younger into a hug. One that Joan reciprocated. After a few seconds the pair sat down.

"Something to drink? My treat." Joan replied with a shake of her head. Gorgeous chuckled in her musical voice. "You know the offer is still there. I'm willing to give you vocal lessons to help complete your persona."

Joan gave Gorgeous a smile and shook her head.

"Fair enough." Gorgeous giggled, before reaching into her purse and pulling out a folded sheet of paper. She passed it to Joan as she spoke. "The Oyster is holding a little event slash contest in about a week. Nothing serious just some fun for people like me and you."

Joan unfolded the sheet to find a rather professionally done flyer advertising a charity fashion show, that also included awards and prizes for participants.

"All the door cover charges, plus half the house take is going to the Vale Food Bank." Gorgeous informed her companion.

Joan gave the older woman a questioning look.

"No pressure, just letting you know about it in case you're looking to change things up for a night. There will be outfits there, private dressing rooms... and no judgements." Gorgeous informed Joan. "I really think, personally you should take part. It would be a shit ton of fun, and you my dear could really strut your stuff in a safe place."

Joan shrugged her shoulders.

"No pressure. I'm just getting the word out to you."

Joan shot Gorgeous a warm smile and then bit her lip. Gorgeous saw the minute action and let out a soft laugh, which of course caused Joan to pout.

"You are just so damn cute!" Gorgeous commented with a mirth filled voice. "My scroll umber is on the bottom. Let me know if you even just want to have the night out and enjoy the show as spectator, let me know and I'll get you and back safe and sound."

Joan smiles again and mouthed "Thank you."

"No problem, Joan." Gorgeous returned the smile. "The offer for a drink is still on the table, or are you planning to take off?"

Joan pursed her lips, and tilted her head, an obvious pantomime of her thinking. After a few seconds Joan smiles and makes a drinking motion with her hand.

"The usual?" Gorgeous asked as she waved a server towards her. Joan nodded in response.

Having returned to her original seat, Coco frowned as she watched the pinkish blond haired cutie sit down with an older woman. She knew better than to approach. The body language of the two suggesting that they knew each other, and considering what had just happened Coco was nod willing to further upset the young woman, nor get herself kicked from the club, for not taking "No" for an answer.

So she resigned herself to getting another drink and letting her eyes partake in the display of eye candy still on the dance floor. So time passed and the night grew late. Coco didn't even notice that the cutie had left, before checking her own scroll and seeing she had missed the last bullhead to Beacon.

"Damn it." Coco muttered as she made her way out of the Club and on to the street outside. "Time flies when you're having fun."

"Hey, babe... what's with the silent treatment?" came a slurred and rough voice. The tone of which caused Coco to turn her attention towards. "Me and my girl just want someone to join us for a few more..."

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Turns out I REALLY like making family trees... so here's an updated version of my Spirit family tree for Running Wild and all my other Spirit OC stuff

Some notes:

Alma, Cedar, Bonita, Rafael, and Storm are all characters mentioned in the Kathleen Duey prequel books (Bonita, Sierra, and Esperanza) but have no official art. The designs here are either my designs or popular fan designs

The images I used for Bonita, Strider, and Sierra are taken directly from the book covers, which is why they're in a completely different art style

Talon is Esperanza's second mate long after she met Strider. After Spirit was taken, one of the stallions from the Cimarron herd regularly comforted Esperanza after her loss so they ended up falling in love during Spirit's time away. This also means Valiente is Spirit's younger half-brother and was born after Spirit had returned

Rain's full name was directly stated by John Fusco (a screenwriter for the original movie) on Twitter

Temblor, Avellana, and Luz are actually shared friends' OC's. I didn't create them myself.

Oak and Umber are my fan names for the brown twin foals in Stallion of the Cimarron

Bolt is directly based on Spirit and Rain's semi canon Breyer foal, and she's the younger sister of Ghost and Sun (yes I know the actual Breyer model is a colt I literally have the Breyer set myself, I just made them a filly in my AU instead for reasons)

any art that wasn't done/edited by me were done using bases made by derp8675309 and Mellow-Clouds on deviantART