#violet-my-ae

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finally answering these oTL it's been a bad week for Focus™

🍓 - Violet Cottonwood is one of my Pokemon oc's (she's a botanist that specializes in how natural flora interacts with Pokemon, specifically grass types). a fun fact about her...well it's not so fun but she has migraines due to exposure to ultra space

🍓 - Maura (Song, King/Cain, etc) is my multiverse oc, she was originally my MC for playing The Arcana, which I don't play anymore but I missed her so I have plans to integrate her into a lot of worldstates. she's very bad at standing up for herself but will do anything to protect her family and friends

🍓 - Lillian Caron is my Orlesian Warden-Commander, who did everything in her power to help the poor people of Amaranthine (while sticking it to the nobles when possible). she often gives out scraps of food to stray animals (to the point where Vigil's Keep has a petting zoo lmao) but don't accuse her of being soft or she'll gut you

tsym for the ask!! ❤

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𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦.

Aegon was sitting cross-legged on the floor with his baby sister in front of him. She was propped up on a small cushion, her chubby hands grasping at the air as she babbled away happily, her violet eyes sparkling.

“Come on,” Aegon coaxed, his voice filled with determination as he leaned closer to her. “Say my name, alright? Say ‘Aegon.’ Aeeegon.”

The baby girl looked up at him, her expression curious. She blinked slowly, her little mouth forming a small “O” as she tried to mimic him. Aegon’s heart swelled with anticipation.

“Go on,” he encouraged, his smile widening. “Aeeegon.”

She opened her mouth and made a sound—a tiny, excited babble that was nowhere close to his name. “Da-da!” she exclaimed proudly, her face lighting up with a giggle.

Aegon’s smile faltered, and he sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “No, not ‘da-da,’” he said, trying to keep his patience. “Aegon. Aaaeeeegon.”

But his sister only responded with more giggles, clearly finding her own attempts at speech much more amusing than her brother’s frustration. She clapped her hands together, delighted by the sound she’d made, and Aegon could only groan in response.

“Why won’t you say my name?” he muttered, more to himself than to her. He tried again, leaning in closer. “Aegon. Aaaeeegon.”

“Da-da!” she squealed again, this time louder, as if she were very pleased with herself.

Aegon’s frustration was starting to build, and he was about to try again when the door to the nursery creaked open. He glanced up to see Aemond standing there, his silver hair slightly tousled from whatever adventure he’d been on earlier. Aemond tilted his head, his one good eye curious as he took in the scene before him.

“What are you doing?” Aemond asked, his voice soft as he walked into the room.

Aegon quickly straightened up, a hint of embarrassment in his expression. “Nothing,” he said, trying to sound casual. “Just… trying to teach her something.”

Aemond raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. Instead, he walked over and sat down in front of their sister, smiling at her with that rare, gentle look he only ever seemed to have around her. She immediately reached out to him, her chubby arms waving excitedly.

“Hello, little one,” Aemond said softly, his voice filled with warmth.

And then, to Aegon’s utter shock, their sister opened her mouth and made a sound—“Amon!” It wasn’t perfect, but it was unmistakably his name, in her own very baby way. She grinned widely, as if proud of herself.

Aemond’s eye widened in surprise, a look of pride spreading across his face as he turned to Aegon. “Did you hear that? She said my name!” he said, unable to hide the delight in his voice.

Aegon’s mouth fell open, disbelief written all over his face. “She said your name?” he repeated, as if he couldn’t quite believe it. He had been trying for ages, and here Aemond comes in and she says his name just like that?

Aemond nodded, a small, smug smile on his lips. “Looks like she likes me better,” he teased lightly.

Aegon’s initial shock quickly gave way to a pang of jealousy. Determined not to be outdone, he gently lifted his sister into his lap, turning her to face him directly. “Alright, now it’s my turn,” he said with renewed determination. “Say my name. Aegon. Aaaeeegon.”

But instead of trying to repeat him, she just looked up at him with wide eyes, and then—she burst into a fit of giggles. Aemond, still sitting beside them, joined in, chuckling at the whole situation.

Aegon’s shoulders slumped again, this time in defeat. He looked down, his earlier excitement draining away. “Why won’t you say my name?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with sadness. “I’m your brother too…”

Just as he was about to give up, he felt a tiny, soft hand patting his head. He looked up, and there she was, her little face full of concentration as she tried to mimic his name once more. “Ae—” she began, her voice tiny and halting. “Ae…gon.”

Aegon’s eyes lit up, a wide grin spreading across his face as joy and pride flooded his chest. “You did it!” he exclaimed, his earlier sadness completely forgotten. “You said my name!”

Aemond watched the scene unfold, a gentle smile on his lips as he saw the happiness on Aegon’s face. He wasn’t jealous—he was just glad that their sister had finally said Aegon’s name, even if it took a little longer.

Their sister, clearly pleased with herself, clapped her hands again, giggling at the reaction she got from her brothers. Aegon, still beaming, looked at Aemond, and for a moment, they both just smiled at each other, all traces of their earlier rivalry gone.

In that moment, the three of them were just happy and content in each other’s company. The sound of their sister’s giggles filled the room, her tiny voice echoing with the names of her two big brothers—names.

Part 1 ♡ Part 3

@ 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

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129 AC

Her chamber is suffocatingly warm, the soft morning breeze that she normally was indulged in was missing today. However, it was not the stifling heat that bothered her today, the news that was being spoken to her was.

"How long have you known?"

Her voice is stronger than she thought it'd be.

"Since Rhaenrya and Laenor's wedding. His...face that night gave his actions away."

Rhaella could scarcely believe what Rhaenys had just said. She had known for so many years and chosen not to tell her? Every night at supper she had looked at Rhaella and chosen to withhold information from her?

Her hands shook with anger. Anger for what might've been her life, for a mother she did not know.

"I will not return to Driftmark with you and my cousins on the morrow." She said

"I am sorry." Rhaenys said. As much as Rhaella hated it, she sounded sincere

"Get out!" She yelled, hoping no tears had escaped her eyes yet.

"I thought that if I kept my silence he'd tell you himself," Rhaenys explained

"He clearly had no intentions of ever telling me of Lady Rhea." Rhaella yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Rhaenys, "Just like you he is content with keeping me in the dark."

"You were a little girl when you came to me, I did not want to burden you with such a truth." Rhaenys said, trying to take a step closer to Rhaella.

"I am not a child any longer! You have had every opportunity to tell me!" Rhaella cried

"I know...I was wrong in withholding it...If you might-"

Rhaella lets her hands come down on the trinkets and ink well that sit on the table that separates her from Rhaenys. Papers and a jewelry box go flying to the floor while the ink well smashes into the wall.

"No. You knew how much I yearned for a family, for kin that were related to me, that is why I accepted your invitation to live with you. Because Baela and Rheana are my blood, yet you stood by and let me build a relationship with the very man who murdered my mother!"

Rhaenys' lips press into a firm line and Rhaella feels her face twitch in anger and sadness.

"I never wish to see you again." Rhaella declares, "Leave. Go back to Driftmark and let the tides swallow you whole."

She turns so her cousin cannot see the tears that are beginning to fall. The clicking of heels and the sound of a door shutting let her know Rhaenys is finally gone. Rhaella lets herself drop onto her bed. The blankets are soft and comforting as she cries into them. She's not even sure why she cries, mourning for a woman she has never met, a woman she will never know.

Aemond takes note of Rhaella's absence in the training yard immediately. She had just a day left her in Kings Landing and now she was standing him up after he offered to show her how to hold a longsword better. His spine was tight with anger as he searched the Red Keep for her. She wasn't in the library, her chamber, or even with Heleana. He was ready to even check in Aegon's chamber when the sight of his own chamber's door ajar caught his eye. Surely he had shut it entirely before departing for the training yard this morning.

He pushes it open, expecting one of Heleana's twins to be riffling though his things again. He'd had candy on his desk one time and now they expected it every time, they were truly going to be the fattest Targaryens if they weren't careful. Fortunately, it is not his niece or nephew who is in his chamber but Rhaella herself. She sits at his desk writing something. She had stood him up in the training yard to invade his private chambers?

"What are you doing?" He asked, still upset about her absence, "You have your own quill."

He crossed the room quickly and his dexterous hands snatched the quill from her hand. He expects her to laugh and try to take it back, like she usually would but instead is met with bright violet eyes tear-filled eyes.

"What has happened?" He asks, suddenly fearing the worse," Was it Aegon? I'll kill him if he touched you."

His hand jumps to the thin dagger he keeps at his side, a practice he had adopted after he lost his eye.

"It wasn't, Aegon. It's Daemon." She says sadly

"What has he done?" Aemond asks

Daemon was not eve in attendance for his name day celebration, he and Rhaenrya had stayed on Dragonstone.

"Rhaenys told me the truth of my mother's death. She did it today, I do not know why she chose to do it now, after knowing for so long. But Daemon is the reason my mother was taken from me, not a hunting accident like I was told for so many years." Rhaella explains, a stray tear escaping her eye

Aemond's fingers twitch with the need to wipe it away.

"I'm writing Daemon to tell him what a terrible person he is for doing that to my mother. I want him to regret it for the rest of his life." Rhaella says, glancing at a half-written raven scroll.

"I am sorry, for your mother," Aemond said

He doesn't know what to do. He has no experience with tears or feelings, even his own are a mystery to him. Most of all though the tears of a woman are something he has never been trained to deal with.

He is even more unsure of himself when she suddenly stands and wraps her arms around him. He's sure her snot is now wiped in his hair.

"Thank you." She whispers

He can feel the movement of her lips on his neck.

"What can I do for you? Is there anything?" He asks, tightening his own arms around her.

"Ask your father if I can stay here again. I cannot go back to Driftmark with Rhaenys and my cousins. I'll die if I have to see her again." Rhaella confesses

"Of course. I'll make sure he agrees." Aemond says

Soft silence settles around them as Aemond gently runs a soothing hand up and down Rhaella's back. He had seen the wet nurses do it to his niece and nephew when they cried so it seemed appropriate.

"I also ask that you let me use your quill and ink...I broke mine." Rhaella confesses

"Use as much as you want," Aemond says, a smile forming on his lips.

Okay, now our filler chapters can begin. A fluff arc is incoming. Also for reference, As of this chapter, Rhaella is 14 and Aemond is 13.

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Candy theme

[candy theme]

for @seraphim-coinz 's event, prompt one !

partnered with our other blogs @dollilian, @objectumluv, @systiveboxes, @skelatomy

(nick) names:

aero, almond, altoid, astro, ayd, airhead bonbon, bonnie, butter, burst, bar, bounty, boyer, bubble, bear, bubba

candi/candie/candy, candice/candace, candiette, cotton, caramel, caramilk, crisp, cadbury, creme, cane, corn, charlston, chew, charlie, chik, chip, choco, chocolate, chuckle, chupa, chup, clark, crunch, crunchy/crunchie

dot, drop, dove, double, dum, dunkaroo five, fazer, ferrera, ferrero, flake, fruitella, fudge, fruit gummy, gusher, galaxy, gob

henry, hershy/hershey, heath, haribo, hi-chew, hubba ike, ice jelly, jello, jellybean, jolly, joy, juice, juicy, juju, jujube

kit, kat, kitkat, kiss, kinder, knopper, krackel lolly/lollie, lollypop/lollipop, lemon, laffy, licorice/liquorice, lindor, lemonhead

mint, minty, mike, milky, mallo/mallow, marsh, marshmallow, maltese, malteser, mamba, mars, mento, milk, milka, milton, moonpie, mound

necco, nerd, nestle orbit, oreo

pixy/pixie, patch, pop, parma, payday, pb, peanut, peep, pez, pocky, peppermnt

reese/rease, ruth, ranch, rancher, rocher, rock, rolo, runt skittle, smartie/smarty, sour, snicker, star, starburst, sixlet, skor, spree, sweetart, sweetheart, symphony

tootsie, taffy, toffee, turk, twizzler, twix, trident, tape, tempo, tic, tac, toblerone, topic, treet/treat, trolli, tupla, twinky/twinkie, twirl violet

way, wunder/wonder, wafer, warhead, whopper, wine, wispa, wonka york zaotang, zero

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

ai/ae/aery/aeroine(aerine)/aeroself ai/aire/airy/airheadine/airheadself bi/bone/bonbony/bonbonine/bonbonself ci/cande/candy/candine/candyself ci/care/caramy/caramine/caramelself(caramilkself) chi/choce/chocy/chocolatine/chocolateself gi/gume/gummy/gummine/gummyself(gumself) ji/jelle/jelly/jelline/jelloself pi/pocke/pocky/pockine/pockyself ri/ree/reesy/reesine/reeseself ski/skitte/skittly/skittline/skittleself ski/skore/skory/skorine/skorself ti/tootse/tootsy/tootsine/tootsieself ti/taffe/taffy/taffine/taffyself wi/wonke/wonky/wonkine/wonkaself

2nd p prns: you/your/yours/yourself

ao/aer/aers/aerself aio/air/airheaders/airheaderself bo/bonbonr/bonbonrs/bonbonrself co/cander/candiers/canderself co/carameler/caramelers/caramelerself cho/chocor/chocors/chocorself go/gummer/gummers/gummerself jo/jellor/jellors/jellorself po/pocker/pockers/pockerself ro/reeser/reesers/reeserself sko/skittler/skittlers/skittlerself sko/skor/skors/skorself to/tootser/tootsiers/tootserself to/taffer/taffers/tafferself wo/wonker/wonkers/wonkerself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

ae/aero, aer/ro, ae/ro, aer/aero, aero/aeros, aero/bar, air/head, airhead/airheads bo/bon, bon/bon, bonbon/bonbons can/dy, can/candy, candy/candys, candy/bar, cara/mel, car/caramel, caramel/caramels, cara/milk, caramilk/caramilks, cho/colate, choco/lat, cho/colat, choc/ olat, choco/chocolat, chocolat/chocolats gum/my, gum/gummy, gummy/gummys jel/jello, jel/lo, jello/jellos po/pocky, po/cky, poc/ky, pock/y, pock/pocky, pocky/pockys re/eses, ree/ses, ree/se, ree/reese, reese/reeses, reeses/pieces ski/skittle, skit/skittle, skittle/skittles, skit/tle, sko/skor, sko/or, skor/skors to/toots, too/tsie, too/tootsie, tootsie/tootsies, ta/taffy, taff/y, taf/fy, taf/taffy, taffy/taffys wo/wonka, wonk/a, won/ka, wonka/wonkas, wonka/bar

titles:

the candy seller, the candy maker, the candy hoarder, the candy man/woman/being, the candy lover, the ruler of candyland

*one who collects vintage candies, one who shares candy, one who owns many candies, one who is making many candies, one who holds candy knowledge

candy maker

*one can be replaced by any prn

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Spin the Bottle | Modern Au | Aemond Targaryen x Reader | Sneak Peek

Prologue (One day, not now ;))

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Better to read, but just a little story aboyt foolish love :D

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting / Eventual Smut / Hurt-Comfort.

Warnings: Just a sneak peak, sorry :(

I will update Dark Desire and Little One as soon as possible, so… while we are waiting, I leave this here :D

Author´s note: Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: 2.9K

"You're going to thank me for this bloody party the rest of your life" Aegon entered the front door carrying a box of various bottles with different types of alcohol. Daeron was right behind him carrying several bags of snacks and some red cups. Aemond remained seated in the living room, not looking up from his book but with a visibly annoyed scowl. "All your life" Aegon repeated again as he headed with that load towards the kitchen. Helaena appeared behind them loaded with several cans of beer and at that moment Aemond did get up to help his sister with that task.

He didn't look happy. Well, Aegon always said that the day he smiled the earth would explode, so Aemond never did anything funny or get into trouble, or lived in general. According to his older brother's opinion, of course. To Aemond, his books and his studies were what gave him the most satisfaction. He followed Helaena into the kitchen. Now he was the one who was loaded with beers until he couldn't take it anymore.

"All your bloody life," Aegon repeated as he placed and removed the bottles of alcohol. Aemond set the beers on the kitchen island and looked at his brother with a questioning eyebrow.

"Yes, I like parties so much, especially one that Jace and Luke come to... maybe I'll always thank you" he rolled his violet eye annoyed and Helaena laughed.

"Baela and Rhaena are coming too" his sister said cheerfully. Amond looked at her. Helaena was too pure for this world. She didn't hate any of them, while Aemond couldn't even see them.

"Better still" he snorted indignantly "If I'm going to thank you so much for this birthday party, why do you invite these people?" Aemond said it, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eye. He was getting stressed by the moment at the prospect of such a lively party.

"Mom invited them when she found out I was organizing it," Aegon responded with a shrug. Aegon, already in his third year of university, had taken it upon himself to throw a birthday party befitting his brother at the family's mountain home. To do this, he had invited the few friends Aemond had, many of whom he himself had, which was why he organized the party, and a few of Helaena and Daeron. Aemond was already in his first year of university, about to finish it, and as Aegon said it was a pity that he had not gone to a single one of the parties that he organized. So if Aemond didn't go to the party, the party would go to Aemond. Simple as that. "What's my fault that if they didn't come, mom wouldn't let me organize the party?" Aegon excused himself again.

"Well, you would have saved me from two headaches: the one from the party and the one from having to see them," Aemond said, sounding stressed again. He couldn't stand parties. He didn't like them. They made him feel uncomfortable. Besides, he gave her the feeling that this party was not in his honor, but another excuse for Aegon to get drunk.

“I'm going to get the rest of the beers,” Daeron said excitedly. He was still in high school and the prospect of such a party excited him far more than Aemond himself. He ran through the kitchen door and disappeared in search of the rest of the alcohol.

"But how much have you bought?" Aemond said, as if he were the adult responsible for keeping his own birthday party from getting out of hand. Aegon was stressing him out at times. In the end he felt like he was going to explode and the party hadn't even started.

"Just enough for a party in your honor," Aegon said as he produced a rather expensive bottle of alcohol. "I'm saving this for last. When only the ones of us who have to stay are left” he said, giving his brother a wink and putting the bottle in the fridge. Helaena quietly set about preparing the rest of the appetizers in silence as Daeron appeared in the doorway with a keg of ale. Aemond looked at the three of them as if he did not believe his eyes. Where did they get such an idea? “Hey, can you help us, huh? I won't get mad if you do it” Aegon told him as he continued to count the cans of beer and Aemond replied with a sigh as he tried to hide a smile. He liked to at least see Aegon working on something, even if it was even throwing a party.

"Yes of course. I'm going to work setting up my own party,” he said wryly as he sat on the island and checked his messages. His friends from the fencing club were talking about how great the party would be. Cregan had given him a thumbs up when he'd told her the date and time, as well as the location. His closest colleagues from the university film club were also talking about the same topic. The only one who hadn't posted a single message in any of those groups was Aemond. He didn't like parties. That didn't indicate that it was boring, it indicated that he had much better things to do than waste his time on something like that. Finally, he went to his Instagram and checked one of your most recent stories. You went out In a very short summer dress and red lipstick. He liked when you painted your lips. In the story you could read 'Preparing for the event of the year'. Aemond was surprised. I didn't know what event you were preparing for. He didn't have your number. He had never even dared to ask you and only followed you on Instagram because you had started following him a couple of months ago, right when Daeron took you to their house to do a high school history paper together. Aemond had interfered because he had been annoyed by all the inaccuracies that your project was going to have, but in the end he had stayed with you until you left his house, because deep down... he liked you.

"Daeron, did you invite (Y/N) at the end?" Aegon asked curiously, pretending that he hadn't seen how Aemond had stared like an asshole at the screen when he saw your photo. The brother of the middle  squinted  to the eldest.

"Yes of course. You told me to do it” replied Daron matter-of-factly, as if he didn't suspect anything of what Aemond was going through with you. He continued without speaking while he made his face even more stoic, in an attempt not to notice anything at all. To admit that he had feelings for you would be a weakness, and Aemond never recognized his weaknesses.

“Is that the girl who comes home sometimes? The one who goes to class with you?” Helaena asked casually, as if she didn't know anything either.

“Yes, I usually pair up with her in all the projects. She works fast and she's nice,” Daeron replied. Yes, of course, that she was with you. It was a way of working less. It's what Aemond thought every time he saw you together doing work in the study room they had in their house.

“Look, how nice, Aemond! (Y / N) is coming” he said in a tone that if he pretended to sound innocent, but that he knew the truth. Aegon was the most observant when it came to a case of women. After alcohol, women must have been what interested him most. If they were college subjects, Aegon would get Cum Laude.

"What do I care?" Aemond replied, turning off the screen of his mobile. He felt his cheeks flush slightly. And he wanted to cringe even more when Daeron spoke.

“Do you like (Y/N)?” asked his little brother, confused about him, as if he had never expected it.

“Well, you would make a very nice couple. She is also very smart and she is very sweet” Helaena replied with a kind smile.

"Yes, she has all the gentleness and kindness that you don't," Aegon laughed cheekily, and Aemond looked at them all again with his serious expression.

“I don't like (Y/N). She's still in high school,” Aemond replied, as if that might sound like a convincing excuse. It really was what he always said when he looked at your photos,  gave you a like, or saw you at his house with Daeron.

"Yes of course. Daeron pass me my mobile ”Aegon replied, while Daeron ran with his brother's phone in his hand to give it to him, since he had left it on one of the countertops in that spacious kitchen. When Daeron gave it to him, Aegon opened it with a mischievous smile. “Let's see: Aemond_one_eye follows only twenty people. You make it easy with only 20 people. Guess who is among those 20 people, Daeron”

“(Y / N)” he shouted excitedly, also entering his Instagram account on his phone.

"Indeed, let's see. Let's see” he replied, continuing to pretending be interesting, while Aemond looked at him cold and distant, when he really wanted to kill him. “Oh, have you guys seen this photo of her on the beach? Aemond_one_eye and forty other people like this photo” Helaena chuckled sweetly as Aegon continued his search for her “Oh and look at this one of (Y/N)'s cat. Aemond_One_eye and 10 other people like this photo! Coincidence? I don't believe it!"

"It's just that the photo is funny" added Daeron in a sweet way, continuing with the game that his older brother had started. Helaena rolled her eyes in amusement and continued working on preparing the snacks for the party.

"But the best, your honor, is this photo of (Y/N) in the pool at his house" he said, showing the photo as if it were proof of a trial to the rest of those attending his sermon "You only have one bloody comment, And why can't you guess whose it is?" he stopped speaking for a moment and Aemond looked at him as if he were going to kill him "Well indeed, from Aemond_one_Eye" he replied, laughing. Aemond rose from his chair and faced him, daring him to continue speaking. He looked at him with that look he only gave when he was truly angry. And Aegon laughed again in his face. "You're going to thank me for this bloody party for the rest of your life"

"Hmm" was all Aemond replied before heading up the stairs to his room. He heard Aegon laugh with Helaena about the situation. They were his older brothers, after all, and Aemond, though he showed no sign of more than apparent anger, thought he was cringing with embarrassment. At least, he already knew that the event of the year for you was his birthday. And that made his heart beat even faster.

"I'm just saying a saber like that would be amazing," Jace commented as he stood with the rest of the party. The house was packed with people, but Aemond had ended up sitting by the fire in the garden with the rest of the college fencing club. Even though Jace was among them, he was the one they got along with the best. They had common interests with him and he always ended up talking to them after each training session. Aemond felt comfortable between them. The party continued inside the house while they drank outside. Aemond took a swallow of his ale, and felt a warm sensation from the alcohol. If his brother had ridden him the same way only with those companions, he would have even been more excited.

"It would be impossible to handle" Alyn commented, rolling his eyes at the boy's words. “Valiryan steel for a fencing saber? It wouldn't be flexible."

"It would be a waste," Cregan added, downing a bottle of Vodka directly by himself. In the end even Aegon was right and with that alcohol it didn't reach them.

"That would be awesome," Jace repeated again, focused on the idea of him. Aemond in the end even liked that strong boy under the influence of alcohol. The night was not being as bad as expected. Despite the fact that his conscience did not leave him alone when imagining what was happening inside the house with Aegon and his friends. He took another drink again. He wasn't one to talk a lot and it showed.

“Hey, look,” Cregan whispered to him, heading toward the pool. Aemond turned to look at it and there you were, with a group of girls, jumping into the pool, laughing and splashing at the others as Aegon encouraged you to jump right in.

"Fuck, where did your brother get so many chicks from?" Alyn said as if his eyes bulged at such a sight. "What a party you've had, and you're complaining," he said indignantly as he raised his red cup to his mouth. The four of them kept their eyes fixed on the pool. "It makes me want to get involved" he sighed, as if all that was out of his reach.

Aemond did not answer. He just took another drink while he had his eyes on you. You looked beautiful, with all your hair wet while you splashed a friend. He liked you Very much. More than he wanted to admit. He felt like he could talk to you about anything and you would understand. After all, when he made a pun or a clever joke, it was always you who laughed. Besides, you were beautiful, what more could he ask for? Whenever he looked at you something would happen to him that had never happened before. His hands were sweating and his heart was racing. Also, he liked to see how your eyes sparkled every time he smiled smugly. He gave her the feeling that you were a smart girl and that attracted her like a moth to a light bulb. Aegon approached them, vodka bottle in hand like Cregan.

"But all my favorite nerds are here" he laughed, beginning to be affected by the alcohol. “You do know that the party is inside and now part of it is in the pool, right?” he asked taking another sip. Cregan was up first as he went to greet each and every girl in the pool, while Alyn and Jace headed inside the house for more booze and fun. Aemond still sitting on the fire rolled an annoyed eye at Aegon.

“I was having a good time, you know? It's not about that?" the younger of the brothers asked as Aegon sat down next to him in the fire.

"No. Not really," Aegon replied, looking into the fire. "It's about you getting it wet tonight. If it is with (Y / N) all the better ”he replied taking a drink from his bottle and Aemond rejected it with a wave of his hand. He looked at him again angrily. He was beginning to get fed up with his brother's insistence that he go out or have a larger social life. He was fine the way he was.

“Have you seriously set up all of this just for that ridiculousness?” Aemond glared at him. His only eye was fixed on his older brother.

"Look. I know it's not easy, damn it” he said, looking at his brother with the first attack of sincerity he had in his life. He smiled sadly at her. "I know you think all the assholes at that party are laughing at you, that's why you don't go in," Aegon said, looking at him. Aemond looked away, as if he didn't want to talk about it any further, as if he preferred to turn a deaf ear to what was a reality “And… surely they will. Luke screwed your life up when he took your eye out. I know it can't have been easy, but it pisses me off that while he's in there having a great time, you're out here with the only three people you think can stand you at this party.” Aegon sighed tiredly. “She fucking likes you, (Y/N) likes you, and you don't even dare say anything to him for fear of rejection, because this is what all this shit about I don't like parties, I don't want to go out with is about nobody"

"Now are you going to worry about me? You have not done it in your life, leave me alone” Aemond replied, as if all the words of his brother had hurt him, because they knew that deep down they were true. Aemond Targaryen arrogantly treated everyone as a protective measure. He couldn't afford to suffer again. Never more.

“I care about you, even though I enjoy messing with you. I care about you” he sighed tiredly as he got up from the fire. "And in the end, if you don't do anything, it's going to be Cregan who's going fuck her" Aegon pointed to the pool with his head, where you were chatting animatedly with the northerner. After all, he was three times as strong as Aemond, though not much taller. He was charming and had a way with people… he had… he was attractive. He hadn't suffered anything in his face. Not like Aemond. He sighed. He had to steel himself to be able to talk to you.

[lightningxdagger]

Name: Violet Riorson geb. Sorrengail

Nickname: Vi , Violence { only Xaden } , Silver One { Tairn } , Lightning Wheeler

"I love you, You could throw my entire world into upheaval, and I would still love you. You could keep secrets, run a revolution, frustrate the shit out of me, probably ruin me, and I would still love you. I can't make it stop. I don't want to. You're my gravity. Nothing in my world works without you." @xwingleader ❤️‍🔥 01.02.24 • 05.03.24 💍• 15.06 ♾️

Violet wurde im Juli 613 AE geboren und war die jüngste Tochter von General Lilith Sorrengail und ihrem Mann, einem Schreiber, mit zwei älteren Geschwistern, Brennan und Mira. Aufgrund des Fiebers, das sich ihre Mutter während der Schwangerschaft zugezogen hatte, wurde Violet mit einer seltenen Erkrankung geboren, die dazu führte, dass sich ihre Haarspitzen silbergrau verfärbten und ihre Bänder und Gelenke häufig subluxierten. Dies führte dazu, dass ihr Vater sie in den Archiven einsperrte, während sie am Basgiath War College lebten.Aufgrund des Einflusses ihres Vaters verbrachte Violet ihr ganzes Leben damit, sich wie er zum Schreiber auszubilden. Nach seinem frühen Tod übernahm Professor Markham ihr Studium und betrachtete sie als seine Starschülerin. Als sie aufwuchs, freundete sie sich 619 AE mit Dain Aetos an, als sie fünf Jahre alt war, und er sechs, da sein Vater, Oberst Aetos, als vertrauenswürdigster Berater ihrer Mutter fungierte. Violet und Dain verbrachten die meiste Zeit zusammen damit, Orte zum Schwimmen und Klettern zu finden und führten Violet anschließend dazu, Nolon und seine Heilerin Winifred kennenzulernen, als diese verletzt wurde. Im Jahr 628 AE, im Alter von 14 Jahren, sah Violet ihren ältesten Bruder Brennan Sorrengail zum letzten Mal vor der Schlacht von Aretia und ließ sie zurück, um um ihren Bruder zu trauern, als sich die Nachricht verbreitete, dass er von Fen Riorson mit einem Bolzen getötet worden war. Sein Tod führte dazu, dass ihr Vater Herzkomplikationen bekam, die schließlich zu seinem frühen Tod etwa ein Jahr vor den Ereignissen von Fourth Wing führten.Violet wurde bei ihrer Aufnahmeprüfung für das Basgiath War College in Bezug auf Geschwindigkeit und Beweglichkeit zu den besten 25 % gezählt. Am Morgen des Wehrpflichttages sieht Violet ihre Mutter und Schwester im Büro ihrer Mutter. Ihre Schwester Mira argumentierte mit ihrer Mutter, dass Violet nicht in den Riders Quadrant gehen sollte, weil sie nicht überleben würde, aber ihre Mutter würde ihre Meinung nicht ändern. Mira packt daraufhin Violets Rucksack für sie um und gibt ihr Reiterstiefel, damit sie besseren Halt an der Brüstung hat, und ein Korsett aus Drachenschuppen als Rüstung.Sie trifft Rhiannon, bevor sie die Brüstung überquert, und sie tauschen ihre linken Schuhe, sodass beide einen Schuh mit gutem Halt haben. Sie trifft Xaden oben auf dem Turm und als sie den Turm überquert, versucht der hinter ihr gehende Kandidat, Jack, sie zu töten, aber sie überlebt.

﴾ Wire: lightningxdagger (deutlich besser erreichbar)

﴾ �� DISCLAIMER:

Aussehen: Ich weiß das Violet mit hell braunen Augen beschrieben wird, es ist nur super schwer passende Faceclaims zu finden daher bitte ich um Unterlassene Aussagen über ihr Aussehen, einfach die Augenfarbe gedanklich Anpassen.

Alter: Violet ist in meiner Version 21 Jahre alt. Also keine Sorge das FSK ist erfüllt!

L3S3V3: L = Language/Sprache ・S = Sex ・V = Violence/Gewalt Die Nummer 3 ist das Höchste (umgangssprachlich auch Rating FSK 21) also keine falsche Scheu.

Sonstige Regeln:

Ich habe keine Lust auf Drama außerhalb des Plays, also bitte ich gewissenhaft mit Menschlichen Gefühlen umzugehen.

Smalltalk ausschließlich in Charakterform, ich bin nicht gewillt private Sachen zu teilen.

(Dieses Abteil bekommt noch einen eigenen Post, solange steht es hier!)

Crossover sind gerne gesehen! Listenfüller werden gekickt! Sorry not Sorry.

[uraniumwriting]

flowers smell sweet until they wither

Another prompt fill for @flashfictionfridayofficial , this time for the prompt "Gifted Violets"

Today, we go to Halli Reed once again, with a lesson about plants and taking breaks.

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Halli walked into the AE Lounge with a stack of books in her arms and deep bags under her eyes.

Before she had left her old life, she believed that the busiest she would ever be was when she took Advanced Placement Chemistry and Biology at the same time as a high school sophomore. Just a year later, though, she realized that she was dead wrong.

Two tests on etiquette, three quizzes on intergalactic history, and memorization checks on a million different things, all in the next week. And that was if Jason didn’t decide to spring something else on the group “to keep their senses sharp.”

How was she supposed to sleep ever again if this was now her life?

“You like the flowers?” Zac’s voice shocked Halli out of her thinking.

He sat at the large table in the center of the room, the one with actual chairs instead of the beanbags that were piled in the corners.

On that table was a vase of purple flowers.

“Where did those come from?” Halli slowly walked past the table. She preferred to sit in the corners, where she could more easily ignore the blankness of the walls that should’ve been filled with posters and other signs of teenage life.

“I joined in with the Gardening Club here for the day and brought them to share.” He gestured for her to come over. “They smell really sweet, you know.”

She squinted at him. The flowers were certainly too dark to be lavender, so all Halli could imagine them smelling like was pollen.

“I think I’m fine,” she finally said. “I’m behind on studying already, and Jason’s going to burn me alive if I don’t get back on schedule.”

“You nearly die, and he’s worried about you taking quizzes?” Zac scoffed and ran his fingers through his still-shaggy brown hair. “Just a few days ago you were in the infirmary, Halli.”

“I know, but this school isn’t afraid to throw people out on the street and you know it.” Halli frowned and flopped down on one of the bean bag chairs. “I can’t be weak if I want to survive here, and that means I have to focus on studying as much as possible before curfew.”

“They’re violets, by the way.”

“What?”

Zac gestured to the flowers. “These. Violets. You remember what flowers are, right?”

“You’re acting like I don’t go outside anymore.” Halli opened one of her textbooks to the chapter “Honeypots and Sleeper Agents.”

“I’m just trying to make sure you don’t forget who you are.” Slowly, Zac stood and walked over to the corner Halli had settled herself in. “That gas leak must’ve been terrifying for you, and I’m here for you.”

“The gas leak was nothing. There’s no permanent damage, and I’m not going to randomly drop dead.”

“And what about your mind?” To Halli’s annoyance, Zac sat on the beanbag next to her. “Aren’t you scared? I mean, if I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t trust this place to protect me.”

“Well, good thing you aren’t in my shoes, then.” Halli did everything she could to focus on the words on the page. At the very least, the memorization checks would be informal, but Jason had already lectured the importance of knowing how to spot espionage around your own espionage.

“You know, why don’t the two of us go to the parkour course tomorrow night?” Zac asked. “Being in the books all of the time can’t be good for you. Moving around a bit always makes me feel better, and we could do some of that team bonding everyone waxes poetically about.”

“I’ve already promised someone else for tomorrow.” Halli shook her head. “Maybe I shouldn’t even do that, anyway. I know the older kids always study later on Saturday nights. I need their help.”

“No.” He grabbed her wrist a bit too quickly for her liking. “You don’t need their help. You need rest. Other than you being in the infirmary, how much have you really rested since you’ve been here?”

“Leave me alone, Zac.” She ripped her wrist away from him. “It must be great that you sleep well even with the idea of flunking out hanging over your head, but I have nothing to go to if I lose this. I’ll rest when I’m not in danger of becoming homeless, okay?”

“But—”

“Leave. Me. Alone.” Halli turned her back to Zac and curled up into a ball. Her face was probably as red as her hair, and tears pricked her eyes, but she couldn’t let her emotions get the best of her. It was difficult to tell just how close she was to flunking out at any given moment, which meant she would just have to work herself to the bone until she was safe.

Was it fun? No. But was it better than being thrown on the streets with nothing to her name but disgrace, or worse? Definitely.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Zac muttered before he stood.

“Burning out is better than them shooting me,” Halli called back, not bothering to disguise the disgust in her voice.

Thankfully, Zac didn’t start an argument, but instead he grabbed his things and stormed out of the room. Only the violets remained on the table, though Halli eventually noticed the fuzz floating in the vase’s water.

They won’t last very long, she thought.

Halli studied until the curfew bell, but that still wasn’t enough. So, the next evening, she once again opened the door to the AE Lounge with a thicker stack of books in her arms and deeper bags under her eyes.

Instead of violets in the vase, though, something unlike anything she’d ever seen before entangled the whole table and reached out toward everything in sight.

The creature was purple and white, with slimy tentacles that seemed to grow with each passing second. Its body popped and creaked, and though Halli couldn’t see any eyes, the creature shifted as if it noticed her.

On its tentacles were razor-sharp claws, and all of them were flexed toward her.

Halli dropped everything she had been carrying. Honeypot.

Before she could open her mouth to scream, someone grabbed her from behind.

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

Six Sentence Sunday

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Raven and Sapphire Angst time babyyyyyy, back on my shit 🤪

Raven didn’t even have to think about using his body to shield Sapphire and take the hit for her, he just did. The blast of dark magic that hit his body was so overwhelmingly painful he couldn’t hold back a ragged cry of pain as he collapsed to the ground, clutching his side as the magic writhed under his skin like molten lava.

Hestia was blasting fire at the Witch Queen, followed by Triveya’s magic attacks and Snow’s arrows along with everyone else- everyone but Raven and Sapphire.

It had all happened so fast Sapphire was frozen for a second, staring in horror and shock. Raven’s ragged cry of pain snapped her out of her trance and she dropped down next to him, pulling him into her arms.

He tried to distract himself from the pain by focusing on her, focusing on the fact that- at least for now- she was unharmed. His hand was shaking from the pain as he lifted it to brush a few locks of her beautiful red hair out of her eyes.

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[linkedspirit-fanartfunart]

[Image Description: a character lineup of the Links of the Linked Spirit AU, each labeled. Hero’s Spirit (they/them) has two versions, in their normal attire, and as a spirit. Hero has blond hair, long ears, and the classic green tunic with a blue scarf. In the spirit version, the tunic is more teal, and a flower symbol is on their chest. Next to them is Sky (Skyward Sword, he/ae) who wears a blue tunic with large sleeves, and a red wrap around the waist with a bird wing motif. He wears the sailcloth as a shawl. Ae wear glasses, and his right side, from arm to face, is covered in lichtenberg scars. Hope (The Legend of Zelda, The Adventure of Link, LoZ Cartoon, he/they/she) wears a brown tunic under tunic and a light green over tunic with a heart pattern and a short classic green cap. He has dark skin and red hair in twists with a gold fade in the bangs. Ordon/Wolf (Twilight Princess, Breath of the Wild, he/him) is wearing a dark green tunic and a blue cape. He has a dark blue sash with an orange stripe and a ordon goat symbol. Next to him is his wolf form, which matches canon with the exception of a scar across his nose. Ordon has a matching scar and white symbols on his face, as well as grey hair at his temples. Wild (Breath of the Wild, he/they & more) wears the champion tunic and the hylian cloak. They have long blond hair and frost bitten ears. Mouse (Hero of Men: Tears of the Kingdom/Minish Cap Past, CDi: Faces of Evil & Wand of Gamelon, he/him) is a teenager with shoulder length dark blond hair, wearing a green headband with a wing design just behind his ears. His eyes are hazel, and he smiles, raising a fist loosely. He wears a green vest and teal green skirt. He wears brown tights and undershirt. He has a pouch on his thigh. Forest (Majora’s Mask, he/him) is a kid in a tattered green tunic and blue vest, with flowers and twigs in his hair. He has a scar similar to the Fierce Deity markings. Bean is an Adult version of Forest (Ocarina of Time), and wears a green tunic and white undershirt. He has the Ocarina of Time and the Sage Medallions hanging from his belt. Wind (Wind Waker, Phantom Hourglass, he/him) is a dark skinned teen with blond hair. He has a blue shirt, vest, and yellow coat. Engineer (Spirit Tracks, he/she) wears the engineer uniform and has a leg brace. She has dark skin and hair. Rinku (A Link to the Past, Oracle of Seasons, Oracle of Ages, Link’s Awakening, A Link Between Worlds, she/they), has long pink hair with blond ends. She has brown skin and purple eyes. She wears a blue dress with green underdress, and a red vest. She wears a brown wrap with a green diamond and purple ribbon. Smith (Minish Cap, Four Swords, Four Swords Adventures, he/they/va/ver) wears a green tunic with a gold border with the element symbols, gloves, and a roc cape as a sash. They have a Minish tail hidden under the cape, with a red, blue, violet and green patterned tip. End ID]

Figured I’d share the whole group lineup of all my Links after all.

Zeldas

[companionposting]

Hi! We are companions to @objectsarebestest. Basically, we’re living objects with a voice of our own. It made this blog for us to interact with the outside world and the internet. We hope to meet some other living objects, but hopefully just to post stuff. Let’s introduce ourselves!

-Hi! I’m Baby Pink, and I use they/them, he/him, and ze/zir pronouns. I’m a cloth doll! I’m Ryn’s (aka @objectsarebestest’s, that what we call it) main companion and emotional support, and I’ll probably be the one posting here most often. I really like My Little Pony, so I’ll post about that. I’ll also get a chance to explore my interests! My tag will be #babypinkposting.

-Hello! I’m CJ, my pronouns are he/they, and I’m a blanket! I’m dating Ryn and might talk about that. There’s a chance I might post something NSFW, but I’ll try to tag it appropriately. Other than that, I don’t really know. I’ve never been allowed to post on the internet before. Maybe just stuff about my life? Anyway, my tag is #blanketposting.

-I’m Ivy, and I’m a necklace! I use it/she pronouns (though I like it/its more). I’m not exactly sure how I’m related to Ryn. We’re a weird combination of friends and family. I will warn you that I’m very sensitive, so when asking me questions (you can ask any of us questions btw) be nice. My dream is to see the world, so I might post some cool places! My tag is #necklaceposting.

-We’re Clouds. We use they/them and ae/aer pronouns (yes, because clouds are up in the air, we thought it was funny). We use we/us pronouns for ourselves because, you know, there are multiple clouds. We’re also dating Ryn. We’re not exactly sure what a cloud is even supposed to do on the internet, but we might just post cloud things. Our tag is, surprise, #cloudposting.

-I’m Brian and I use she/her pronouns. If you’re wondering why my name and pronouns don’t match, I’m a GNC woman who uses Brian to express nonconformity. Well, I’m not exactly a woman, I’m an HVAC system. I’m polyamorous and am dating Ryn and several other objects. I might just talk about my personal identity. What are HVAC systems supposed to talk about on the internet. My tag is #HVACposting.

-I’m Phone. I’m a phone. I’m trying out te/ter pronouns (full set is te/ter/ter/ters/terself). I’m not really sure what sort of things I like. I’m used to being used for other people’s likes. I finally get a chance to explore myself! My tag is #phoneposting.

-I’m Math, and I’m the Concept of Mathematics. I prefer no pronouns. I’m not sure what to say about myself that everyone doesn’t already know. Everyone knows about math. I really think this space will be useful for me to be able to vent and stuff. Also, I can properly celebrate math holidays now! Yeah, my tag is #mathposting.

-I’m Nine. I use e/em/eirs pronouns. I’m a digital clock. I work helping Ryn stay on schedule. I’m still mourning the loss of my object partner Mist, so please don’t try to flirt with me. Not even as a joke. My tag for posting is #clockposting.

-I’m Strawberry, but I’m okay with people calling me Berry for short. I’m also a necklace. I’m Ryn’s second necklace companion. It acquired me at an antique store. Oh, and my pronouns are she/her. Ivy has already claimed the #necklaceposting tag, so I will be #secondnecklaceposting. Let’s just hope we don’t get any more necklace companions.

-I’m Will. My full name is William, but I prefer Will. My pronouns are he/him. I’m a small kitchen knife. I help Ryn prepare its food, and I’m also dating it. It can be a struggle to be dating someone who sometimes struggles with sh as a knife. I might vent about that, but I’ll always tag it appropriately. I also might just chat about cooking. My tag is #knifeposting.

-I’m Amelia Violet. I use she/her and thon/thons pronouns. I’m an antique stamp set, and Ryn got me at the same antique store it got Strawberry. It got me some new ink, and I’m looking forward to being used again. It’s so nice to be useful. Maybe I’ll share some of our stamp art we made together. My tag is #stampsetposting.

-I’m Unnameable. Or you can call me That Which Is Beyond Naming, though I understand that that might be a little long. I’m a Cthulhu Squishmallow. I use any xenopronouns (actual xenopronouns, not nounself pronouns), but I allow xe/xem/xirs as an aux. I don’t know what I’ll talk about here. Just be warned that I do like to brag about myself. My tag is #cthulhuposting.

-I’m Arson! I am a Plushie Dreadfuls Gender Dysphoria Bun. I mostly prefer he/it/bug/☎️ pronouns, but I hoard many more. I’m fairly new, so I don’t have a lot to say. But I want to express myself here. My tag for posting is #gdbunposting.

We will use the #objectkin and #object alter tags despite being unsure if we really fall into those labels. This is to find other objects to talk to. If someone from those communities is uncomfortable with that, we’ll stop.

[cow-wizard]

I accidentally made my first muse look a lot like one of my Pokemon oc's so then I just rolled with it. so here she is, more or less, finally a face for the aesthetic tag

[rhyme-draws-stuff]

Fantrolls introduction + Artdump

I made these guys all the way back in October 2023, when I was a bit less than halfway through the comic. They were originally made for a roleplay server but I got too burnt out from school to actually join, and my anxiety was acting up. They're moirails, and wear each other's colors to show that :D

✨a bunch more art and rambling below cut!✨

Name: Iridia Rimian Pronouns: she/they Gender: demigirl Age: 8 sweeps Height: 5'4 Blood: Teal Classpect: Maid of Heart Derse Dreamer

Iridia's the first fantroll I've ever made, she's not exactly supposed to be a trollsona but she kind of started out that way and I did pour all of the anxieties I had at the time into her when I created her, and also gave her my love of cardigans and drawing, her outfit is modeled after one of mine, and we have the same pronouns. So we have some similarities!

Iridia is incredibly scared of the future, she's constantly burnt out and all she wants to do is stay home and draw forever. She struggles to make meaningful connections with people, and is pretty sure she won't live longer than 10 sweeps. Luckily she's not completely alone in the world, she has her moirail and her lussus!

Typing quirk example:

Your Trolltag is iridescentMelody, and you … pause a lot because . you can.t always . think of the right words … … and sometimes you trail off and forget …

… what you were going to say . … you don.t have any variety to your . punctuation . so you have a collection of emoticons to . convey expressions with .^. ^.^   .-.   .^.   .0.   .u.   .o.   .v.   ._.   .~.  .'.  .×. … … … and … … … … … … when you.re … overwhelmed … talking gets … even harder … … … … and you may use just ._. emoticons to express .~. your feelings .×. … but at other times you can be . a bit long winded . you want to make sure that you.re understood correctly . and all of your points . get conveyed .

Name: Galani Darmor Pronouns: alright with any, but especially likes he/her (specifically in those tenses), ae/aer, and shine/shines Gender: Hero Age: 8.3 sweeps Height: 4'5 Blood: Violet Classpect: Knight of Hope Prospit Dreamer

I made Galani because I realized that Iridia would simply not survive alone in the world, and then as I fleshed aer out to contrast to her I got really attached. A lot of parts of her are also inspired by parts of myself! But maybe a bit less

her deal is basically that he has a huge hero complex. He carries herself with a lot of confidence, which he mostly feels, but he gets very upset if he doesn't feel he's living up to the standard of being "heroic" that he's set up for herself.

Galani can get pretty in shines head about issues of morality.

Typing quirk example:

Your Trolltag is mechaHero, and ✨you talk with a lot of ENTHUSIASM and EMPHASIS!✨ ✨and you like to let people know when you APPROVE 👍 or DISAPPROVE 👎✨

✨if you-were-to-get DISTRESSED you would-start-to-talk MUCH FASTER which-thankfully-never happens because HEROES DONT GET DISTRESSED 👎👎👎✨

Here's some more art of both of them!

This is one of the first Iridia concept arts I made, ft. her lussus!

Here's some early Galani concepts, and me realizing he should be short actually.

sketches of them together!

Pixels arts of them being adorable and in love :D

Also, here's a little chatlog I wrote for them, in their typing quirks:

MH: ✨ hey IRIDIA! 👍✨

MH: ✨ how was WORK today? ✨

IM: … hello . galani ^.^...

IM: … it was . fine …

IM: … mostly -.-

MH: ✨ something happen? 👎✨

IM: … i mean . not really …

IM: … i don.t know ….

IM: … i don't know how . to explain . it was . pretty normal …

IM: … which . might be part of the problem -.-

IM: … but . i think i.d rather talk about something . else …

MH: ✨OK! 👍✨

MH: ✨ want to hear about MECH FIGHTS? ✨

IM: … okay . sure .^.

[autumnalwalker]

Make me Write tag game

Thank you for the tag, @dontjudgemeimawriter.

Rules of the game: Create a poll of WIPs you'd like to work on and for every vote, write a sentence on the winning WIP.

Whatever I wind up writing from this I'll post in a reblog to this poll.

And I'll be following @dontjudgemeimawriter's example and tagging the first 50 people who show up in my Activity notifications who list themselves as being open to tag games (plus the usual open tag for anyone else who wants it). Of course, no obligation/pressure/etc. to make a poll yourself.

@cljordan-imperium, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @druidx, @aziz-reads, @winterandwords, @wrenofthewords, @blind-the-winds, @writernopal, @andromedaexists, @ahordeofwasps, @skyderman, @stesierram @sam-glade, @ember-writer, @liv-is, @kahvilahuhut, @void-botanist, @elshells, @oh-no-another-idea, @words-after-midnight, @rickie-the-storyteller, @thelittlestspider, @sleepyowlwrites, @dogmomwrites, @aestatismors, @imbrisvastatio, @albatris, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @thewardenofwinter, @late-to-the-fandom, @magicmoon65, @writeblr-of-my-own, @silvertalonwritblr, @thetruearchmagos, @avocado-frog, @dragonedged-if, @authoralexharvey, @oldwoolhat, @ieppiq, @violets-in-her-arms-writes, @outpost51, @korblez, @the-real-lyra-vale, @aether-wasteland-s, @wrenofthewords, @mjparkerwriting, @enchanted-lightning-aes, @silverslipstream, @poetinprose, @welcome-to-the-atmosphere

[afoolandathief]

Countdown to NaNo, Part 4/4: Some more characters ...

Two days till NaNoWriMo! I'm not sure how ready I am for it, but for my last post, here's some more characters in Something Wicked:

Violet Anouilh

A hedgewitch living in a ranch outside Las Vegas with her mother, Marie, where they care for monsters and other supernatural creatures in need. Her powers specialize in plant and fungal growth. Likes: Jade Shaw. Dislikes: Caz Mraz

Ruby Hall

Jade's best friend and a witch working at a casino as a magician's assistant. The real trick? She's a master of illusions and the magician in question is her rabbit and familiar, Domino.

Lila Brown

Caz's ex and a werewolf with a past. She and Caz had a wild time in the 90s and 2000s, but something happened since that led to her not speaking to Caz beyond a few sentences.

Amber and Ember Byrne

The Byrne twins operate a funeral home in a strip mall in Las Vegas, serving as a front for selling all manner of ingredients to other witches. With Everett "Ember" Byrne's fire magic and Amber's necromancy, they make a formidable pair indebted to Theoris Myrina since the late 80s. Which brings us to ...

Theoris Myrina

Jade's former mentor and head of the Southwest Coven, which Jade was a part of until she made a deal with a vampire. According to the Byrne twins, Theoris is making some big changes due to some influences back east.

Kenneth Brooks

A detective on the verge of retirement trying to solve a series of seemingly unconnected homicides and disappearances. Old-fashioned cop not afraid of old-fashioned policework — such as blackmailing Caz and Jade to do his dirty work for him.

Amelia [redacted]

Caz's last girlfriend, who left him after interpreting his secretiveness and strange habits as signs of a drug addiction. Caz is determined to win her back (but if he happens to date some others along the way, including a rich Fae prince, what’s the harm?).

Post 1/4, Post 2/4, Post 3/4

WIP: Something Wicked

Status: Draft 3.5 (rewrite)

NaNo profile: afoolandathief

NaNoWriMo 2022 Goal: Maybe 50K? we'll see

WIP taglist: (ask to be +/-): @author-a-holmes, @avian-writes, @captain-kraken, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @digital-chance, @diphthongsfordays, @drippingmoon, @ellierenae, @enchanted-lightning-aes, @faelanvance, @fearofahumanplanet, @flowerprose, @frankiestfrank, @houndmouthed, @joaniejustwokeup, @leiwritess-moved, @mjayatlas, @outpost51, @purplezebraproductions, @rhymingteelookatme, @somealienquill, @thegreatobsesso, @thelaughingstag, @vylequinnewriting, @writing-is-a-martial-art

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[ID: A flag with nine horizontal stripes, the middle is twice the height of the others. The colors are darker at the edges and lighter in the middle, except for the very middle, which is darker. They are, from top to bottom, maroon, dark red-violet, dark sienna, washed-out red-brown, washed-out yellow, baby blue, dusty peach pink, washed-out light purple-violet, washed-out purple, and dusty dark purple-indigo. END ID]

7800°fera|7800fera: A gender related to drama, theatrics, battle, fire, isolation, pride, sleepless nights, love, betrayal, conflict, desolate streets, breakups, rebellion, running from the law, raw sexual energy, lust, partying all night, smoke, sunrises, sunsets, the colors red; magenta; violet; purple; indigo; peach; gold; orange; yellow; and lilac, old flames, arguing, fighting with your partner, the night in general, pictures in frames behind shattered glass, heartbreak, riches (however one defines that), the concept of stolen kisses, figurative hunger (for change or conflict for example), victory, dramatic lighting, royalty, death, mortality, having a partners-in-crime-dynamic with your partner, loss, watching the sun rise after not sleeping, losing, heroism, and villainy. It may also be related to the Bon Jovi album 7800° Degrees Fahrenheit, though it doesn’t have to be. Some may also experience this gender through a Sanguirum, Feruvel, Ruptura, Saudania, Dystrofare, Eroscoitus, Luxine, and/or Warfaren lens/as a gender under one or more of those umbrellas, though that won’t apply to all users.

The name is a mix of the name of the related album, as well as fera from atmosfera (the Italian word for vibe). Fera specifically was chosen to somewhat mirror/reference Feruvel (feru/feral), Ruptura (ra), Saudania (a), and warfaren (fera), as well as to mirror feral, because that’s what this album has made me

The colors are inspired by my associations with the vibe of this term, as well as the cover of the album it’s related to/based on

This was for the tenth day of my coining event! Prompt: 7800° Fahrenheit (Bon Jovi)

Suggested Names and Pronouns 🔽🔽🔽

Pronouns:

A/Aer/Aer/Aers/Aerself

A/Air/Air/Airs/Airself

A/Amour/Amour/Amours/Amourself

Ae/Aer/Aer/Aers/Aerself

Aer/Aer/Aer/Aers/Aerself

Aer/Aer/Aers/Aers/Aerself

Ai/Air/Air/Airs/Airself

Air/Air/Air/Airs/Airself

Air/Air/Airs/Airs/Airself

Am/Amour/Amour/Amours/Amourself

Amo/Amour/Amour/Amours/Amourself

Amour/Amour/Amour/Amours/Amourself

Amours/Amour/Amours/Amours/Amourself

Bru/Bruiser/Bruiser/Bruisers/Bruiserself

Brui/Bruiser/Bruiser/Bruisers/Bruiserself

Bruise/Bruiser/Bruiser/Bruisers/Bruiserself

Bruiser/Bruiser/Bruiser/Bruisers/Bruiserself

Bruiser/Bruiser/Bruisers/Bruisers/Bruiserself

Cry/Cry/Cries/Cries/Cryself

Cry/Cry/Crys/Crys/Cryself

Dae/Daem/Daems/Daems/Daemself

Dae/Daem/Daer/Daers/Daemself

Drama/Drama/Dramas/Dramas/Dramaself

Ev/Everest/Ever/Evers/Everestself

Ev/Everest/Everests/Everests/Everestself

Eve/Everest/Ever/Evers/Everestself

Eve/Everest/Everests/Everests/Everestself

Ever/Everest/Ever/Evers/Everestself

Ever/Everest/Everests/Everests/Everestself

Eves/Everest/Ever/Evers/Everestself

Eves/Everest/Everests/Everests/Everestself

Evest/Everest/Ever/Evers/Everestself

Evest/Everest/Everests/Everests/Everestself

Fan/Fantasy/Fantasies/Fantasies/Fantasyself

Fan/Fantasy/Fantasys/Fantasys/Fantasyself

Fant/Fantasy/Fantasies/Fantasies/Fantasyself

Fant/Fantasy/Fantasys/Fantasys/Fantasyself

Fanta/Fantasy/Fantasies/Fantasies/Fantasyself

Fanta/Fantasy/Fantasys/Fantasys/Fantasyself

Fantas/Fantasy/Fantasies/Fantasies/Fantasyself

Fantas/Fantasy/Fantasys/Fantasys/Fantasyself

Fantasy/Fantasy/Fantasies/Fantasies/Fantasyself

Fantasy/Fantasy/Fantasys/Fantasys/Fantasyself

Fi/Fight/Fights/Fights/Fightself

Fi/Fighter/Fighter/Fighters/Fighterself

Fi/Fire/Fire/Fires/Fireself

Figh/Fight/Fights/Fights/Fightself

Figh/Fighter/Fighter/Fighters/Fighterself

Fight/Fight/Fights/Fights/Fightself

Fight/Fighter/Fighter/Fighters/Fighterself

Fighter/Fighter/Fighter/Fighters/Fighterself

Fighter/Fighter/Fighters/Fighters/Fighterself

Fire/Fire/Fire/Fires/Fireself

Fire/Fire/Fires/Fires/Fireself

Flare/Flare/Flare/Flares/Flareself

Flare/Flare/Flares/Flares/Flareself

Fy/Fight/Fights/Fights/Fightself

Fy/Fighter/Fighter/Fighters/Fighterself

Fy/Fire/Fire/Fires/Fireself

Glory/Glory/Glorious/Glorious/Gloryself

Glory/Glory/Glorys/Glorys/Gloryself

Gold/Gold/Golds/Golds/Goldself

He/Heart/Hearts/Hearts/Heartself

He/Him/His/His/Himself

Hea/Heart/Hearts/Hearts/Heartself

Hear/Heart/Hearts/Hearts/Heartself

Heart/Heart/Hearts/Hearts/Heartself

Heat/Heat/Heats/Heats/Heatself

Hero/Hero/Heros/Heros/Heroself

Hey/Heim/Heir/Heirs/Heimself

Hey/Heir/Heir/Heirs/Heirself

Hey/Hem/Heir/Heirs/Hemself

Hi/Higher/Higher/Highers/Higherself

High/Higher/Higher/Highers/Higherself

Higher/Higher/Higher/Highers/Higherself

Higher/Higher/Highers/Highers/Higherself

Hurt/Hurt/Hurts/Hurts/Hurtself

I/Isolation/Isolations/Isolations/Isolationself

Ice/Isolation/Isolations/Isolations/Isolationself

Is/Isolation/Isolations/Isolations/Isolationself

Iso/Isolation/Isolations/Isolations/Isolationself

Isolate/Isolation/Isolations/Isolations/Isolationself

Isolation/Isolation/Isolations/Isolations/Isolationself

Kiss/Kiss/Kiss/Kiss/Kissself

Kiss/Kiss/Kiss/Kisses/Kissself

Kiss/Kiss/Kisses/Kisses/Kissself

Lila/Lilac/Lilacs/Lilacs/Lilacself

Lilac/Lilac/Lilacs/Lilacs/Lilacself

Lo/Lonely/Lonelys/Lonelys/Lonelyself

Lone/Lonely/Lonelys/Lonelys/Lonelyself

Lonely/Lonely/Lonelys/Lonelys/Lonelyself

Loss/Loss/Losses/Losses/Lossself

Lov/Love/Loves/Loves/Loveself

Love/Love/Loves/Loves/Loveself

Lust/Lust/Lusts/Lusts/Lustself

Luv/Love/Loves/Loves/Loveself

Night/Night/Nights/Nights/Nightself

Pain/Pain/Pains/Pains/Painself

Par/Party/Partys/Partys/Partyself

Par/Party/Parties/Parties/Partyself

Part/Party/Partys/Partys/Partyself

Part/Party/Parties/Parties/Partyself

Party/Party/Partys/Partys/Partyself

Party/Party/Parties/Parties/Partyself

Paw/Pawn/Pawns/Pawns/Pawnself

Pawn/Pawn/Pawns/Pawns/Pawnself

Pri/Price/Price/Prices/Priceself

Price/Price/Price/Prices/Priceself

Price/Price/Prices/Prices/Priceself

Pri/Pride/Prides/Prides/Prideself

Pride/Pride/Prides/Prides/Prideself

Pry/Pride/Prides/Prides/Prideself

Rain/Rain/Rains/Rains/Rainself

Red/Red/Reds/Reds/Redself

Reign/Reign/Reigns/Reigns/Reignself

Ro/Romance/Romance/Romances/Romanceself

Ro/Rouge/Rouges/Rouges/Rougeself

Roam/Romance/Romance/Romances/Romanceself

Rom/Romance/Romance/Romances/Romanceself

Roma/Romance/Romance/Romances/Romanceself

Roman/Romance/Romance/Romances/Romanceself

Romance/Romance/Romance/Romances/Romanceself

Romance/Romance/Romances/Romances/Romanceself

Rome/Romance/Romance/Romances/Romanceself

Rou/Rouge/Rouges/Rouges/Rougeself

Rouge/Rouge/Rouges/Rouges/Rougeself

Run/Run/Runs/Runs/Runself

Roy/Royal/Royal/Royals/Royalself

Roy/Royal/Royals/Royals/Royalself

Royal/Royal/Royals/Royals/Royalself

Sha/Shatter/Shatter/Shatters/Shatterself

Shatter/Shatter/Shatter/Shatters/Shatterself

Shatter/Shatter/Shatters/Shatters/Shatterself

Shay/Shatter/Shatter/Shatters/Shatterself

She/Her/Her/Hers/Herself

Shey/Shem/Sheir/Sheirs/Shemself

Sleep/Sleepless/Sleepless/Sleeplesses/Sleeplessself

Sleeples/Sleepless/Sleepless/Sleeplesses/Sleeplessself

Sleepless/Sleepless/Sleepless/Sleeplesses/Sleeplessself

Sleepless/Sleepless/Sleeplesses/Sleeplesses/Sleeplessself

Smoke/Smoke/Smokes/Smokes/Smokeself

Sum/Summer/Summer/Summers/Summerself

Summ/Summer/Summer/Summers/Summerself

Summer/Summer/Summer/Summers/Summerself

Summer/Summer/Summers/Summers/Summerself

Te/Tear/Tear/Tears/Tearself

Tea/Tear/Tear/Tears/Tearself

Tear/Tear/Tear/Tears/Tearself

Tear/Tear/Tears/Tears/Tearself

Vic/Victor/Victor/Victors/Victorself

Vict/Victor/Victor/Victors/Victorself

Victo/Victor/Victor/Victors/Victorself

Victor/Victor/Victor/Victors/Victorself

Victor/Victor/Victors/Victors/Victorself

Vil/Villain/Villains/Villains/Villainself

Vill/Villain/Villains/Villains/Villainself

Villain/Villain/Villains/Villains/Villainself

Violet/Violet/Violets/Violets/Violetself

Whisk/Whiskey/Whiskeys/Whiskeys/Whiskeyself

Whiskey/Whiskey/Whiskeys/Whiskeys/Whiskeyself

Wi/Wife/Wifes/Wifes/Wifeself

Wi/Wife/Wives/Wives/Wifeself

Wi/Wild/Wilds/Wilds/Wildself

Wi/Wired/Wire/Wires/Wiredself

Wif/Wife/Wifes/Wifes/Wifeself

Wif/Wife/Wives/Wives/Wifeself

Wife/Wife/Wifes/Wifes/Wifeself

Wife/Wife/Wives/Wives/Wifeself

Wild/Wild/Wilds/Wilds/Wildself

Wire/Wired/Wire/Wires/Wiredself

Wired/Wired/Wire/Wires/Wiredself

Xae/Xaem/Xaem/Xaems/Xaemself

Xae/Xaem/Xaer/Xaers/Xaemself

Xey/Xem/Xeir/Xeirs/Xemself

Zae/Zaem//Zaem/Zaems/Zaemself

Zae/Zaem/Zaer/Zaers/Zaemself

Zey/Zem/Zeir/Zeirs/Zemself

Names:

Amo

Amour

Angel

Ari

Brawn

Brawny

Bruce

Brucey

Bruiser

Cin

Crys

Cyn

Everest

Fantasy

Flame

Flare

Fire

Freedom

Gloria

Glory

Gold

Goldy

Heart

Hero

King

Kiss

Lila

Lilac

Love

Lone

Masquerade

Mercy

Mount

Mountain

Nix

Noctum

Nox

Pawn

Peach

Queen

Rain

Rebel

Red

Reign

Roam

Roma

Roman

Romance

Rome

Rose

Rouge

Roy

Royal

Royalty

Sommi

Somni

Somnium

Summer

Syn

Vic

Victor

Violet

Whiskey