#waters family

[peakyswritings]

The Rise of the Bastards

GOT AU

No one knows how a family of bastards managed to climb their way to the top, going as far as conquering their place into the Small Council of the Seven Kingdoms. The Rise of the Bastards, people call it.

⚔️ Vincent Waters is the bastard son of a Targaryen prince and a Braavosi woman. When he was born, his mother settled in King’s Landing. Although the Prince never married the woman, with her great beauty and charm she was able to convince him to provide for their son.

⚔️ In his young years, Vincent decided to travel to the Free Cities, and settled in Braavos, where, thanks to his brain and quick-learning abilities, he started working with the Iron Bank. During a stay in Lys, he met and fell in love Marya, a half-Braavosi, half-lyseni woman. When Vincent returns to King’s Landing, he takes her with him as a wife.

⚔️ His association with the Iron Bank is the key to his rise: the Crown is, surprise surprise, in large debt with the Iron Bank. And let’s remember Tywin’s words:

One stone crumbles and another takes its place and the temple holds its form for a thousand years or more. And that's what the Iron Bank is, a temple. We all live in its shadow and almost none of us know it. You can't run from them, you can't cheat them, you can't sway them with excuses. If you owe them money and you don't want to crumble yourself, you pay it back.

⚔️ For over two decades, Vincent has used the debt to “persuade” the Crown to have a special place at court. He eventually became Master of Coin. As long as he has that place, the Iron Bank won’t take action against them.

⚔️ But the rise doesn’t stop with Vincent.

⚔️ Petyr, his eldest son, is destined to become Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

⚔️ His second son, Salladhor, is sent to the Wall, in an era when being part of the Night’s Watch is still an honour rather than a punishment.

⚔️ His third son, Victor, is still a squire.

⚔️ His youngest and only daughter, Adianna, is promised to Stephan Bolton, so that the Waters family’s influence will also reach the North. As for the Bolton family, the Waters’ place at court is an appealing prospect of growth.

A/N: finally got around to the family’s backstory! I made it as short and quick as possible. Also, I had to make their names less… Italian. I hope they work! (Yes Victor is Vittorio. At least in one universe, he’s alive).

Tagging the AU team: @justrainandcoffee @call-sign-shark @mischievouslittlecreature @evita-shelby @cillmequick @shelbydelrey (sorry if I forgot anyone)

[dannymans66]

Law living his dream

[ryllen]

Another pokemon twst assignments

[mircsy]

Okay, you know what? Here:

Get in the Water, but Poseidon chooses a more family friendly way to convince Odysseus

[beensbaee]

Toruk Makto's son, Neteyam Sully, is your secret lover...!

Neteyam—your dear boyfriend, has been staring at you all night.

It's another nightly celebration amongst the Na'vi, and the clan is gathered around various fires lit as family and friends tell each other stories and tales.

Neteyam was your secret boyfriend.

As the son of your infamous clan leader, he was expected to be perfect. Stay absolutely in line and make no mistakes. He had no time for distractions.

But for you, he made an exception.

And he couldn't be happier. Yes, stealing glances at you and sneaking away with your smiling face is worth it all. The thrill and happiness he feels with you will forever remain unmatched. It was like his heart was finally living. The dull thump inside now a lively drum that beats to the sound of your soul.

"Neteyam."

He pulls away from the kiss breathless, his braids tossed over his shoulder and a smile in his eyes as he looked at you. He loved it when you said his name like that—

"Hmm?"

He doesn't give you a chance to even try and respond, because he's pressing his lips all over your mouth and face as you squirm and squeal under him

"Neteyam—!"

He laughs, gently tugging you onto the green ground beneath him as you huff. He kisses your pouting lips before positioning you on his legs so you're comfortable.

"Yes. What is wrong?"

He's smiling softly even as his finger taps mindlessly against your hip, and you let out a quiet sigh—not wanting to speak the words but knowing you had to.

"It's getting late. Your family will notice you're gone." You scold lightly, gently tracing the stripes on his chest idly as he shifts under you with a rare grin that stretched over the entirety of his face

"So? They're all fine, I am not needed right now. I will explain later—"

"What? That you were busy with me?" You say, pinching your brows with a sigh as he laughs. You didn't want Neteyam to get in trouble, but he could be so stubborn sometimes.

He's quiet after a bit, and you realize he's in deep thought when he stares off into the trees, tilting his head up towards the darkening sky before he turns to you

"I... I'd just like to stay here with you for a while longer. Is that okay?"

Your heart melts at the sight of his hopeful smile.

"And you think I want to leave you?" You murmur against his lips as he grins, cradling the back of your head in the palm of his hand as he presses a soft kiss onto your forehead

"No."

You're leaning back onto his chest after a while, watching the sun's rays twinkle out of sight as the stars rise—the night comes slowly but surely, and there isn't a single other soul in the world Neteyam would watch the moon with rather than you.

[lokh]

filtering including a separate tap, an on tap device or any other filter (eg jug, bottle)

bonus: where are you from and/or what is your cultural background

[candle-scm]

a series of southern water tribe fam shenanigans

[kbondoxxxxav]

i found dqbros popular “adopted” relationship headcanon funny coz basically doffy was a mommy’s boy (tsuru) and a girldad (baby5) while cora was a daddy’s boy (sengoku) and a boydad (law)

still correlates with the dq fam modern au, sengoku and tsuru weren’t their adopted parents here tho, idk i haven’t thought about doffy and cora’s past lore on this au that deep

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

I can't believe people would slander ocean sunfish for having a lot of parasites. Uh, hello?? Every animal in nature has parasites dipshit, it came free with living in an ecosystem

[valeriannnn]

weakest link

[peakyswritings]

Adianna ‘Nina’ Waters

Obscure circumstances surround Adianna Waters’s tragic disappearance. Since she stole her brother’s sword and fled into the night, all trace of her has been lost. After moons of incessant search, the family eventually lost all hope. At first, they believed she had been taken for ransom during her flight, or kidnapped by someone who wanted to put an end to the Waters’ rise. But no demand for ransom ever came, no one ever tried to make contact. So they had to accept the hard truth: their Adianna is dead, her body probably resting in a shallow grave.

Until, six years later, the lost daughter makes her return to King’s Landing. Except she’s not Adianna anymore, she’s Nina now. And she has a dragon.

And so her unexpected return risks to wreak havoc on the Seven Kingdoms. Because if a bastard can claim a dragon, the foundations upon which the Targaryens’ power has been built threaten to collapse.

Now that Nina’s storyline is clear, I made a new moodboard for her! Tagging the AU team @justrainandcoffee @call-sign-shark @evita-shelby @mischievouslittlecreature @cillmequick @shelbydelrey @wonderlanddreamer (sorry if I forgot anyone)

[morika]

the oracle inside screams. she begs to return home. to ala mhigo.

[deadsetobsessions]

Tim Drake had a lot of free time.

In between the time little Timmy was deemed old enough to not need a nanny and his ninth birthday when he got his first film camera, Tim Drake had so much time after school to explore his big, empty house. And so he did, hours upon hours were spent exploring his house.

Mansion, Tim corrects himself. His house isn’t a house. It’s an abandoned mausoleum disguised as a mansion. He intimately knows every creak of the floorboards in the out of the way galleries, every heavy weight curtain shut closed so what little sun that makes it way through Gotham’s gloom is reflected in order to protect the artifacts stored within the walls. Tim probably knows the exact amount of fleur-de-lys on the fourth sitting room’s wall paper- by extrapolation from preexisting data and personal data collection. Basically, he laid on the floor and counted.

Tim had a lot of time. He also had a lot of artifacts to pore over, making stories as he goes and double checking the actual history of the object.

Tim thinks he’s an artifact, almost. To his parents, at least. A child, a thing, they collected at one point in their lives and put on display at the galas they deem worthy to return to Gotham for. Perhaps he’s worth even less, had his parents bothered to look at him more than the lesser art pieces in their storage-mansion. The story everyone knows about him is prerecorded by people who weren’t really there.

Regardless, Tim Drake knows every single corner of his prison mansion. He’s catalogued everything, after all, on a nice spreadsheet. 

And that’s why, as he entered the fifth- and least used- guest bedroom, Tim’s attention immediately cut to the wrong bit of detail. Eyes flickering between the indent on the bed, the mussed- but not terribly dirty- state of the sheets, Tim slowly backed towards the door. His eyes fixed on the spot on the bed, he called out a soft “hello?”

He immediately cringed. He’s not an amateur, and that little “hello” was a mistake that might get him killed.

Tim trembled as the panic set in, tears pooling at his eyes. He wished Batman and Robin were here, they’d know how to-

There’s something appearing on the bed. Tim Drake stares as a glowing figure with white, wispy hair and a black hazmat suit appeared sitting cross crossed on the guest bed. His gloved hands were held out in the universal I-mean-no-harm gesture.

“Don’t- don’t panic!” The thing said, looking rather panicked itself. “I’m, uh, Phantom.”

Tim Drake’s curiosity and mystery-solving mindset slammed down on the toddler’s mind, quickly banishing the fear and panick in favor of interrogating this new, exciting thing.

“I’m Tim. Are you…” Tim frowns, wishing he had Batman’s intimidating growl. “A ghost?”

“Got it in one, kiddo. I’m, uh, not here to harm you. Or steal anything! I just wanted to rest.”

Tim blinked. He decided right then and there that he likes this person. This… Phantom. If his trust was based on the fact that the loneliness was worse than a dead person, no, it wasn’t.

“I thought you sleep when you’re dead..?”

——

Danny stared at the child in front of him, watching the kid- Tim- pout at something. Danny is distracted from the staples holding his ghostly guts from falling out of his non-consensual vivisection when the kid asks him if he’s a ghost.

“Got it in one, kiddo!” Oo, he should tone down the energy. Danny’s too tired right now to maintain that level when speaking to Tim. Now, gotta reassure the kid he means no harm before he reports Danny’s presence to whatever authorities around.

His parents, at best. The cops, at worst.

“I’m, uh, not here to harm you. Or steal anything!” He could tell he landed in some richie rich mansion by the opulent decorations in a seemingly impersonal room alone. “I just wanted to rest.”

Ancients, that had been more honest than he’d wanted. He really was out of it.

“I thought you sleep when you’re dead?”

Danny snorted.

“Yeah, but you can almost never have enough sleep, you know?”

The toddler looks unsure but nods anyways.

“Listen, would you… not tell anyone that I’m here? I’ll be out of your hair soon, promise.

Tim looks like a smart kid. There’s no way he’d fall for-

“Okay.” He fell for it. Danny blinked, stupefied. “My parents won’t be home for a while.”

“What.”

Tim shrugged. “You can stay. The housekeeper is only around a couple of days.”

“You… are you supposed to tell me that?”

Tim sent him a derisive look, clearly bolder now that Danny made no moves to hurt him.

On his cherubic but skinny face, the effect is both adorable and absolutely devastating.

“You’re hurt.” Tim fidgeted with his hands. “I can… I can get you water…?”

His core purred.

“Please. Thanks… Tim?”

The kid beamed at him and left.

Crap. New fraid member it is.

——

Danny, naive: “Surely him trusting strangers is just a one time thing, he’s so well behaved”

Tim, staring Danny in the eyes as he jumps out of the window to go stalk his vigilantes: “I’m gonna go take a walk in Crime Alley”

——

Tim gets Danny water, but it’s tap water from Gotham and is infected with both an ungodly amount of toxins (that doesn’t affect either of them bc one’s dead and the other had been chugging it since they were a baby- Gothamites get bottled water or from Wayne Foundation’s Clean Water Stations) and also like trace amounts of ectoplasm.

Danny: woah this is so healthy water!

Tim, pleased because Danny ruffled his hair: yes, I’m perfect

The rest of Gotham, if they knew: making warding sigils against these two eldritch gods

——

Basically, Danny gets attached and stays mostly because of said attachment but also Danny could see Tim’s budding world dictator tendencies and went yeah gotta curb that

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Water is Thicker Than Blood Chapter 62

What award winning smiles :D

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thank you for understanding of the hiatus, i just be drawin so much oc stuff lately, both mine and others (for artfight)

[linipik]

Lance, with watercolor and sketch style tattoos 🌊

[nukudraws]