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[yohanseyebrowmole]

Nepenthes

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(n.) Nepenthes is defined as a medicine for great sorrow. It is a place, person, or thing that can aid in forgetting one's pain and suffering. Aelora Targaryen was doomed. She was doomed from the moment she was born, for the mere fact that she was born a woman.

✧ Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!aunt!Targaryen

✧ Warnings: Abuse, Canon typical incest, Pregnancy, Childbirth, Misogyny, Mental Illness, Blood, Gore, Descriptions of miscarriages, Religious fanatics (the faith militant), Slightly OOC aegon (he isn't a complete ass), Death, Bodily and Eating disorders, Psychological Abuse, Imprisonment, Sexual assault, non-con/dub-con (not between main pairing), marital r@pe (she is literally 13 when she gets married), familial violence, Suicidal thoughts, Sexual content, etc.

Sexual content will be marked! Chaps with any potential triggers will be marked!

✧ Status: Incomplete

Character aesthetics

Aelora 'Ella' Targaryen

'I find myself lost in the precipice of my own mind.'

22. A motherless child. The Realm's joy. The people's princess. The broken. The young mother. The docile. The child bride. The pawn. The mad. The dreamer. The beloved sister of golden.

⛧°. ⋆༺♱༻⋆. °⛧

Jacaerys 'Jace' Velaryon

'Then allow me to guide you to safety.'

18. The eldest child. The heir. The black prince. The worthy. The dutiful. The faithful. The loyal. The devoted. The beloved son of delight.

⛧°. ⋆༺♱༻⋆. °⛧

Excerpts from History:

History recounts how the marriage between the young yet ever dutiful black prince and the late wife of the Lord of the iron lands was arranged by the princess's elder brother, Prince Aegon Targaryen. It is that that the prince had learnt of his mother's plans to have his sister wed off to another lord, and was firmly against the notion. He approached his elder sister and the heir to the throne, Rhaenyra Targaryen.

The Lady regent of the Iron Lands was originally against the thought of remarriage at first, however, Prince Aegon was quick to persuade her to agree to the match stating that the black prince would be a better match than any other lord that their mother, Alicent Hightower, would place in front of her.

⛧°. ⋆༺♱༻⋆. °⛧

[elliocrett]

Loid "talk bad about my wife and you're dead" Forger

[ideksams]

i'm kind of wilding over twiyor right now 😭😳 (wip)

[aerequets]

i started drawing this idea i had, then my wrist began to hurt again, so instead of waiting for the pain to go away like a normal person i just used my other hand instead. and you know what i think its better this way

ID under the cut courtesy of @princess-of-purple-prose !

this is what i did before the pain began U_U

[ID: A sketchy Spy x Family comic. Loid and Yor are sitting on the couch, and Loid says, "Yor, I have a question." She says, "Yes?" and he asks, "Why don't you use a gun? I'd think you'd have learned. (As an assassin and all.)" Yor replies cheerily, "Oh, I didn't see the point when I can throw projectiles faster. It's quieter, too." Loid looks comically shocked.

The image under the cut shows a Yor kneeling on the floor and wiping down a long dagger, drawn with cleaner line art and captioned "they were gonna be sitting on the floor cleaning their weapons together :(" End ID]

[yohanseyebrowmole]

Nico being buried under a pile of blankets is so real😭 CONNER STOLL I WUB YOU😭🫶

— 1999 ꣑ৎ‧₊˚. pairing: connor stoll x daughter of hades lyrics: “hold me close and say you care / because I’m in love with your brown hair”

a first turn and a second. no, it’s too cold on the left side. but then again when you lay on the right it’s too hot! you can’t win can you? you pull the blanket further over your head to keep your skin from being exposed to anymore of the freezing atmosphere of cabin thirteen. you internally curse your father for being the god of the dead out of everything he could’ve been, additionally cursing him for your naturally cold body temperature. you groan when a wave of warmth crawls up your body, throwing the blanket off of your head in rage. yeah, fuck this. you stand up from your bed, sliding on your slippers and heading towards the cabin door when a familiar voice stops you

“going somewhere?”

you jump and clutch a hand to your chest, breathing rapidly. “gods, nico, you damn near gave me a heart attack!”

you attempt to search in the dark for your brother but you assume he’s to deep in a pile of many blankets to be found, nonetheless you turn in the direction of his bed

“changing the subject I see…”

you scowl and cross your arms over your chest. “I can’t sleep here”

“ah, I understand. going to seek warmth in your idiot of a boyfriend?”

“he’s not an idiot. I’m leaving now, mom”

you roll your eyes and exit the cabin before nico can muster up another stupid sentence. the cold night air may have been worse than your cabin, despite your cozy pjs (aka everything is directly from your boyfriend’s dresser). you pull your sweatshirt over your hands and rush your way to cabin eleven

when you enter the temperature is instantly different from your own cabin, especially with the crackling fire off to the side. you’ve taken this path many times, so it’s wasn’t too difficult to find the bed you wanted. you slide off your slippers and place them under the bed so you don’t trip over them in the morning (or connor. this was a real event, you laughed your ass off for a full twenty minutes). you admire the beauty that was your beloved before laying with him, his unruly brown hair, lips parted, freckle adorned cheeks, he looked so peaceful you could’ve cried. you sigh and slip yourself into his arms, and at last you were finally warm

but just as you find yourself comfortable tucking your head under connor’s chin he begins stirring and wraps his arms around you tightly

“knew you’d end up in my bed” he mutters almost inaudibly. you can’t help but smile

“my cabin was cold”

“hm, so are you”

regardless of his opinion on your body temperature he slips his hands underneath your his shirt, you bask in his warmth, sighing constantly. but you frown when he speaks again,

“this is my shirt” connor opens his eyes and looks under the blanket “and my pants! you’re a thief?”

you gasp and a little too loudly for a sleeping cabin you respond, “I’m a thief?!” this earns you multiple ‘shh!’ from around the room, making you resort to a quiet tone this time, “you’re a hypocrite, do you know that?”

connor laughs softly and closes his eyes again, inhaling your sweet scent. “‘m just joking. I love you (nick name)”

and you know he’s telling nothing but the truth. saying those three special words wasn’t easy for him and you knew that well— which is why you told him take all the time he needs before saying it. the day you’d said them for the first time you remember it vividly. you’d been bullied by some aphrodite kids over your paternity and the next day they all woke up with messily cut hair and crickets in their pillowcases. and you knew better than anyone who had been the culprit behind this fiasco, later crying in his arms you said those three words. not wanting to pressure connor into anything you began to apologize but without another moment he responded with the same phrase

a promise he made to himself that day. he was surely going to marry you whether anyone agreed with it or not. he was going to make sure nobody would hurt you physically or verbally the same way they did the previous day. and he’d kept half that promise for now (three years later fulfilling the second half)

“I love you too, con”

you feel his smile upon your forehead before he places a kiss there gently, then he takes one of your hands and places a peck to each fingertip and then your palm, and the back of your hand. he stops when he realizes there’s a bandaid on one of your fingers

“what happened?”

you recall the events of earlier today. “paper cut. was trying to turn the page of my book”

he kisses the bandaid. “my poor girl”

your eyes begin to heavy with the serenity of the moment surrounding you. you wish every night could consist of something as domestic as this. you let your eyelids flutter closed, you suppose connor takes notice of you lack of response

“sleepy?”

you nod. he kisses the top of your head again and rubs his hand up and down the skin of your back to assure your filled with nothing but warmth as you drift off into a deep slumber for the remainder of the night

[viyojo]

You're a kid now…🧍‍♂️still a kid now!

[pjs-everyday]

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[kikyocaps]

[pikinanouart]

[unhappy-sometimes]

the forgers wearing some of my favorite clothes (this is how i am coping with having to wear business casual for forty hours a week)

[tare-anime]

Back then during chapter 3, Yor already know that Loid can be overly anxious...

And she has given him the solution

Now, 100 chapter later....

She still noticed when her husband anxiety peaked up

And still offers the same solution

But now she add a hint of teasing....

[yohanseyebrowmole]

Dum Spiro Spero

❛While I breathe, I hope.❜ The son of Hermes and the daughter of Apollo were always enough for each other. What happens when one of them starts yearning for more?

✧ Pairing: Luke Castellan x Fem!oc

✧ Warnings: Violence, Major Character Death, possible mentions of substance and/or alcohol abuse, Mild gore, Language, Mature themes.

Any potential triggers will be marked as will any potential mature content!

✧ Status: Ongoing

aesthetics previous // next chapter

The Prologue

His Greatest Lover and His Biggest Regret

✧ He watches as she drops to the floor, clutching the wound on her stomach. 

Blood begins to pool around her, and he hears the boy scream her name as she falls, but he couldn't care less. Did he do this? Surely not.

Her breaths are shaky as she sees the eyes of the man she loves change from molten gold back into the blue she loves so much. 

She watches as realisation sets in and horror-filled tears begin to fall down his face.

He did this. 

She was dying, and it was all his fault.

He runs over and falls to his knees beside her, pulling her to his chest, and for the first time in years, maybe even the first time in his life, he prayed to the gods. He prayed and begged for them to save her. He prayed to her father, whom he knew cared for her, to turn up and save her from the wound he had inflicted.

But he knew they would not come.

They were too busy fighting the chaos brought forth by his own hands. 

He felt a hand touch his cheek and looked at the girl in his arms. She smiles at him. He had done this to her, yet she still smiles at him, like he still means something to her.

He meant everything to her.

Even now, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. A sculpture crafted so carefully by the gods and fate that he cried harder knowing he had destroyed it. 

Luke Castellan wanted revenge but not like this.

Not with the only good thing to ever happen to him dying in his arms.

How could he live a life without her? Even as he feels the rage of the titan within him lashing out, even as he hears his voice screaming in his ears, all he can think about is her. 

In a moment of clarity, it clicks. 

He knew what he had to do.

He presses a kiss on his lover's forehead and lays her down. He asks the boy, whom he knew would make things right, to hand him the knife he had gifted his little sister so long ago. He watches as he hesitates for a moment, and he pleads. The righteous boy hands him the blade. 

He looks down and sees a tear slip out of her eyes. Her hands reach for him, but it falls limp halfway. He watches as it thuds against the ground.

I love you

She breathes it out as Thanatos takes her soul. 

The last words she ever spoke into existence were words of care and of love. The words showed her unwavering devotion to the boy she calls her home, her safe haven, and her reason. He had and would always mean everything to her.

The golden light that always seemed to encompass her flickers, dims, and burns out. Her skin grows pale, and her eyes grow vacant. A final tear falls from her eye. 

He watches as it runs down the bridge of her nose and down the rest of her face. Lifeless. She was dead.

The colours of the world grow dull, birds stop singing, the sun stops shining, and the temperature drops. He did this.

He unbuckles his armour, takes a breath, and buries the blade to its hilt under his left armpit.

Would the gods allow him to pray for her forgiveness? To beg for it? Would he be allowed to fall to his knees before her and beg for her mercy? Would that be selfish of him? Would she ever forgive him? Even if she didn't, he wouldn't blame her; he wouldn't forgive himself either.

She was his truest love and greatest regret.

She has asked him once: If he knew it all then, would he have done it again?

No, he wouldn't have. 

He could have—should have—taken her and ran. Far, far away from this place.

She had always said she wanted to live in a house by the beach. She had wanted a library and a room to paint in. Something small, but with room to grow. 

Somewhere away from everything. 

He should have taken her and ran when he had the chance. 

Instead, she lay dead next to him because of his own foolish desires.

The world flashes gold, and he recalls every moment with her as he crumples to the ground beside her and takes her hand in his.

Luke Castellan should have taken Hannah Gibson and ran. 

☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A/N

My first official piece of writing getting published on here! I love how pretty I can make it hehe! Wattpad isn't like that <3

Thoughts???

Please tell me if you wanted to be added to the taglist!

[yuzukahachimir]

SEASON 3 IN PRODUCTION!!!!!!!

All those "flop allegations" and al those scary we had for the not announcement of the season 3 after the season 2 ended.

All of them now end in Season 3 is in production.

The spotlights that illuminate Anya form a star, a stella star for her because Anya was born with a star of her own, she doesn't need to earn more.

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SxF SPOILER ALERT

Loid's past and Melinda debut here we go!!!!!

[adamaramma]

BARK BARK BARK RUFF BARK BARK RUFF RUFF :P

[aerequets]

I have no excuses

[liothebiblioklept]

More monster AU!! Need to practice bird wings more rip

No other characters really have assigned mythical creatures so im prolly gonna have to make a lot of stuff up, which means just damianya for now! Sticking to Greek mythology creatures most likely as well