May 26
sometimes a girl must get a little oc x canon pilled on the oc account….. here r my goats in all their closeup power!!!!!!!!
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sometimes a girl must get a little oc x canon pilled on the oc account….. here r my goats in all their closeup power!!!!!!!!
STARTER CALL. ⤻ [ @dragonspearl ]
he stands in her office, underground. dusted lights, the flaring of fluorescent illumination. with the smell of polished linoleum, yellowed papers and stacked folders. tony's palms are buried in his coat pockets, as he is itching for a cigarette. his fingers curling subconsciously, as if to scratch the desire out of his skin. bleed it out of him. with his sharpened pupils, low, wishing to dodge the buzzing flare. this cursed purgatory. dulled gaze gliding through the visible hallway, separated by the hazy frame of glass. " doctor. " causality hidden between the self-evidence of this visit. oh, he had been here many a times enough. his head does not tilt in greeting, but his voice barely raises the end of the syllable into faint, superficial warmth. an expression enough to border discomfort within a soul, that wished to set a fire alight, burn his heart into an etched void of ash.
she sits in her rightful place. her own version of a throne, tony likes to think. at the opposite end of a world, on the edge of touching his. but far enough, to never truly grasp its existence. stood on a cliff --- the sea's whipping salted breeze to hit his face. remind him of something, he thought to have long lost. a sunset, with no dawn to release its descent. he takes a few steps, half in his very own desire to take a seat across, half to cut the invisible bond of thoughts that threatened to derail very own attention. arms resting loosely, leaning back into the chair. a held exhale pools in his lungs, for the fragment of a moment. how many people, stabbed, shot, beaten --- under her supervision and hard work --- had he possibly contributed to, he wonders? the endless tail of a snake, about to eat itself. chest deflates, barely noticeable. in his morbid justification, it is just another circle of life. so he chokes the guilt as quick as it flickered, his stare yet to deviate from baoyu's countenance. his mouth opens, on nothing particular. crown turning at leisure, hues settling into the half-lit hallway to his right. " not too busy. always wondered, if that's good or bad. " like bad business. " may i smoke? " old habits die hard. or not at all.
History always repeats itself. That's how the saying goes, isn't it?
And indeed, history repeated itself right now. Long Zhi wasn't entirely sure why he was surprised by it; he really shouldn't have been. It was just that marriage, as a whole, hadn't been something on his radar. Unlike his mother, he already was set to be the heir and there was no need for someone else like there had been for her. But apparently the amount of money they—the clan—stood to gain had been too tempting an offer to turn down. Long Zhi himself wasn't too familiar with the family themselves besides being aware of the name, but apparently they had a lot of money. They wanted more power, the clan wanted more money. a match made in heaven. If one disregarded Long Zhi's own feelings on the matter, of course.
Today was the first time they—the 'couple'—made their first public appearance together after having only spoken to each other a handful of times. Some high-society event Long Zhi had no interest in participating in. But he hadn't been given an option. So here he was, cleaned up and dressed in a sharp-looking suit that made him incredibly uncomfortable, since it was tighter than the clothes he was used to, and didn't offer the convenience of being able to hide his usual stash of weapons. Despite being fully (over)dressed, he felt incredibly naked.
It had only been maybe half an hour so far but, fiddling with his tie, Long Zhi cleared his throat and ever so slightly leaned down to his fiancée. "How much longer do we have to stay here? We've shown our faces, smiled and shook hands. Isn't that fucking enough now?"
{ @dragonspearl ; } — pulling them into shelter from rain
Lǐ Zhēn blinked when he felt a warm hand tug on his robes just as he was about to walk into the rain to purchase one of the paper oil umbrellas from a stall one could find in larger towns like this one. He blinked a few times, looking down at her, a somewhat playful and lazy smile appearing on his lips. Instead of trying to escape with an excuse, his arms curled around her form.
"This is definitely nicer than being crowded under an umbrella, rushing through the rain," Zhēn hummed happily. Why would he not show signs of enjoying this? While he knew that ladies in the capital seemed to enjoy the idea of a romantic walk like that, that small moment of just them, watching the world dance in a hundred colors of reflections in raindrops, this felt much more private. "You shouldn’t freeze either," he added after a moment, gently rubbing her back. The temperature had dropped quite a bit since the weather changed that morning.
At first, the aura that Blue sensed coming wasn't one that he paid attention to. It didn't feel like a high demon, and quite frankly that's the only thing in this world that he could be intimidated from... or so he thought. Sensing the being coming closer, the pressure increased enough that it caused Blue to pause his forward advancement, blinking a few times as he looked up and around as if he could see who it was that was nearing him. Little did he know how much worse it was going to get.
It happened between one breath and the next. An immense power crashing down upon him like a wrathful wave of water, choking him as he opened his mouth and staggered a step back. Eyes the color of clear ice widen in shock, head whipping side to side as he looked for the person that it belonged to... and yet saw nothing. For this person to be so far away and still feel this powerful? It had his hackles rising, fight or flight firmly turning to fight... though there was one thing he didn't account for.
Her.
The instant she comes into view, the sensation of pure raw power disappears entirely, replaced by an eerie sort of calm, caressing his skin instead of threatening to drown him... and the instant he felt this aura... he knew.
He fucking knew.
Standing where he was still, his eyes were wide as he took in the appearance of the woman he had once loved so fucking long ago. There were similarities to the one that he remembered... and yet he still couldn't quite believe his eyes as he stood there, shell shocked to the very core. What was she doing?
And why was she running?
@dragonspearl
@dragonspearl sent from here : [F10] [R] cages [S] in with both arms, gaze dropping to their mouth. (klaus)
woman reported dead in the downtown area. authorities believe she was involved in the local underground--
no man had ever made it across the metropolitan faster in history, nor had anyone picked a lock with such grace and speed that the time between him kneeling at the window leading onto the fire escape and standing in her living room in utter darkness. there's rustling, a soft glow under the door he knows leads to her bathroom, and yet there's no relief.
not until she steps out, clicking the light off in the bathroom and leaving them in absolute darkness, her eyes fixated on him as a semi-familiar black figure in the night, barely illuminated by city lights outside peeking in through that still open window, is there any relaxation to the tension that's been twisting his veins and squeezing his heart for nearly forty minutes straight.
his focus is on her, but there's a certain level of disbelief in his features -- blank, a swallow roughly working its way down his throat, rarely blinking. "du lebst--" he whispers, mother tongue dripping from nervous teeth as he continues to linger for a moment.
eventually, he steps forward, seemingly ignorant of anything she might have said in that gap of time between her seeing him and the motion. naturally, she takes a step back as he approaches, only putting her spine against the nearest wall in the process. "du lebst." he says it a little louder this time, slowly bringing his arms up after letting the picking kit drop to the floor with a clatter.
palms are on the wall at either side of her soon enough, his visage contorted in its blankness with grief he has not spoken of in over a decade, risen to the surface as he seems to still be processing the truth behind his own words -- to be accepting that she is still alive.
"bao yu --" he whispers after another moment, gaze of forest shifting down to her lips briefly before returning up to her own dark stare.
some oc sketches (mostly alya) from doodling at work….. bonus calla tho! i barely draw her as is lol.
princess of dragonstone 👀
well yes! in the au where my good friend rhaenyra targaryen wins the throne, alya arryn becomes princess of dragonstone 🙂↕️🙂↕️ crazy step up from being in the depths of the khia asylum as a lesser cousin of jeyne arryn…. but alas! she does and becomes a pretty princess 😋 her mum mad as hell though… getting outranked by her daughter who she hates ohhh she’s SICK. ronnel and jeyne will not hear the end of this (ronnel and jeyne are quite happy with this actually. this is quite good for them, at least politically. and if alya is happy then who are they to argue?)
look at my princess in her pretty pinks and purples. how can you be mad at her?