#sixtended

[super-nova5045]

calling upon all six fans and six the kids fan to recognize that fitz (bessie's son) was queer

thank you and good night xx

[vancsssa]

Marion Trastámara

I decided to make a new Sixtended OC. This time I chose the Aragons/Trastámaras because why not?

Because Marion was a stillborn, there is only things about their modern life in this post.

Name: Marion Trastámara. They also go by Rio, Mario, and 'Minion' by Isabella Trastámara (they don't like it but Bella doesn't care.)

Pronouns: they/them and he/him.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Age: Marion is 26 years old. The same age as his twin. They are quite short compared to Maria as they're 5'2"—the smallest of his siblings.

Personality: Marion is probably the most sarcastic person you could ever come by. His snarky comments and witty responses are one of a kind. Once you get to known them, they get more bright and sweet. They're actually very gentle and smart. He's also very creative which is very fitting for his job.

Family: Ever since he found his family, he has gotten very close with Isabella, Maria, Catalina and Hal since they met them first. They spend a lot of time with his twin if they both have free time. He is still a bit wary of Juana and Juan as they didn't have much contact yet.

Marion loves babysitting Hal, and lets Hal color in their tattoos. He also allowed Hal to draw something they'd tattoo on his arm—which turned out to be a bunny.

Friends: Marion's best friend is Liz. The two met through Bella and when they're together, someone is bound to get hurt (Liz.). Together they go on a lot of trail rides and manage to stop their chaotic activities right before getting arrested. Their other best friend is Cathy, due their matching attitude, interests and humor. He also spends some time with the remaining Queens and gets along quite well.

Partner: They met his boyfriend, William at the library William works at. Cathy and Jane once convinced him to go to the library and they started a conversation which ended in both of them going home being a blushing mess.

Art by @lexartsstuff

Profession: For as long as they can remember, Marion was drawing and designing whatever he thought of. That's why when he grew older, they decided to become a tattoo artist. He designs a lot of his own tattoos and has their own shop. Together with a piercer, they own and run the shop called Crown of Aragon. He also has a matching tattoo with his twin, Maria.

Tattoos: Ducks, Watertribe symbol, drumsticks, microphone, bunny, Liz's purple frontpieces, smiley, family symbol design, yin yang, lion, bear, SIX logo, roses.

Home: One day, they woke up on a ranch in the countryside. It's a small ranch with a big pasture along the driveway. Behind the house there's a big pond with ducks and fish. There are eight horses at the ranch called Córdoba Ranch.

Snickerdoodles 'Doodles' - Marion's horse

Ghost - Liz's horse

Likes:

Gardening

Ducks

Books

Hanging out with friends/family

Babysitting

Drawing

Tattooing and photography

Coffee

Mythology and anime

Horror movies (Catalina and Jane occasionally join in—Jane leaves after five minutes out of fear.)

Arson

Dislikes: Karens, homophobes, racists, sexism, parties, people calling them short, when people stop him from drinking coffee.

That was Marion Trastámara for now!

Colors

Mentioned:

Isabella Trastámara and William La Marck by @lexartsstuff

Maria Trastámara and Hal Aragon by @blackdiamondwrites127

Juana Trastámara by @ellielovesdrawing

Juan Trastámara by @weirdbutdecentart

Liz Seymour by me

[mariegreythepoet]

Mara’s Regret

Dearest Anne,

I have failed you. I failed you once and I have failed you again and now I can only sit here and think on how horrible I feel for abandoning you in our prior lives. You have no reason to forgive me. I know this too. But dear sister, I will try my very best to make it up to you. I swear it. I may never again have love, for there is no one left who loves me. But I will for damn sure make certain that you are loved.

Your Old Friend,

Mary

I was very conflicted on whether or not to start wiring about Mara again. I suppose I will, if only to give amazing artists more things to work with when creating Sixtended verse stuff.

[spooner7308]

I finally made a new Sixtended OC! it’s Sir Thomas More, but you can just call him Thomas

Thomas was High chancellor of England, but after he sided with the Pope and refused to honour Henry as head of the church. Of course he was beheaded for treachery. 

It wasn’t all bad though...he was venerated as a saint by the Catholic Church

When he returned to life he realized he had been venerated as a saint. But this lead to a pretty severe case of imposter syndrome, he didn't feel like a saint at all, he was still just a man. And even in his new life he had to walk with a cane due to issues with his leg.

More struggled pretty hard with depression, his new life feeling profoundly empty after his sacrifices and experiences in his first life. 

He spent some time as a preacher, but he eventually quit, unable to beat his self-doubt. After some time, and self-reflection he started writing again.

He now works as a clerk in a bookstore and is content living a peaceful life away from high drama.

More is a quiet and humble man, almost never raising his voice and staying out of conflict. He also suffers from fatigue and lack of motivation due to his depression, hence why he always looks kinda tired.

He has a descent relationship with the Queens, especially Catalina and her family. And he also gets along well with @thenicestnonbinary​‘s Anya Askew, due to their similar circumstances. He even has an okay relationship with EB, also due to their similarities.

He is no longer a vindictive man like before, he’s actually very forgiving. Holding nothing against Anne, EB or Lutheranism in general. Probably because all of his prior conflicts have been overshadowed by his inner demons.

[forces06generations]

Pin You Down

"Oh, so that's what you look like in full costume."

Anne looks away from putting on her lipstick to the presence in the doorway of her shared dressing room via mirror. Capping the tube, she addresses him. "One, why are you here, and two, how did you get in here?"

Her uninvited, but welcomed, guest leans against the door frame. "Can't I not watch my talented girlfriend in the show she's in?"

"Got me there." She adjusts her space buns whilst still looking at the mirror. "But seriously, aren't you supposed to be at work or something right now? Seeing our show should be the least of your priorities."

"Oh come on Nan, lighten up. I'm on my break anyway. I was grabbing a snack at the Theatre Café, so I might as well stop by to see you guys before going back."

Putting the finishing touches on her make-up and smoothing down her skirt, she finally comes face to face with the Earl.

"Huh," she gives him a small smile. "Now isn't that-"

"Ladies of the Six company, This is your 15 minute call. 15 minute call, thank you."

Both looked up at the speaker of the room as it spoke.  The beheaded queen then muttered, "Thank you 15."

Resting her hands on her hips, she absentmindedly plays with the mic holster of her costume...

...In which the said object is not there.

She glances at it for a split second before looking around. She lifts up some of the things scattered about on the table each of them share, her anxiety rising steadily the longer she can't find her microphone.

"I swear to god where did I put that bugger-"

"Ahem, looking for something?"

Whirling around to see her boyfriend once again, he now holds in his grasp the familiar gold mic with a green stripe standing out.

Anne narrows her eyes at him. "Give. That. To. Me."

"Make me." He merely gave her a smirk.

Without warning, she launches herself to him, inevitably starting the tug-of-war between her and him. The microphone acting as a somewhat rope in between.

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Meanwhile....

The rest of the queens are standing on-stage, waiting for their final member to join them as well as for the show to start. The royal violet curtain hides them from the audience's view as they continue to converse amongst themselves.

Anya popped her head out to see that the six are still incomplete. "Okay, where in the fuck is Anne?"

The queens looked at one another and gave a collective shrug, a silent answer that they too don't know.

Groaning once again, the stage manager spoke to the brother of the second wife, who was managing the sound board, through her headset.

"Hey George, any clue on where the hell is that sister of yours are?"

She hears a crackle for a bit until the Viscount responded.

"Not really. Though if I have to hazard a guess, she's probably still at the dressing room she shares with Aragon and Cleves."

"Why didn't I tried that before..." She mutters until she spoke to him back. "Alright, I'll try that option, thanks."

"No problem."

Releasing her fingers off the button of the headset, she scans the rest of the stage until she sets her sights on Maggie, who is the only one not occupied at the moment.

"Maggie, can I ask a favor for a sec?"

The guitarist sets down her instrument. "Sure, what's up?"

"Well you can see that one of six is missing," she rubs the back of her neck. "And I was kinda wondering if you can drag Anne's ass here before we can start in a few minutes."

"Say no more."

Stepping down from her podium, she passes by Anya for a bit before disappearing off-stage and onto the, quote unquote "stairs of death,” to retrieve her best friend.

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"Oh come on Harry! Give it to me!"

The Queen gave him a full on pout as the Earl holds the microphone infuriatingly out of her reach.

And she's already wearing heels for fuck's sake.

"Aww, what's the matter? Can't reach the mic cause you're short?" He teased as the Boleyn girl in front of him fumes further.

If he's being honest, seeing Anne getting heated on something is quite amusing to him. The usually carefree, devil-may-care queen being determined on achieving something is just endearing to him.

"I am not short!" Her indignant response breaks his train of thought. "You're just so freakishly tall! Besides, at least my height is average compared to some others."

Anya, the two simultaneously thought of the musical's 5'2 stage manager.

"Regardless," he gives her that shit eating grin once again (which she would have found attractive in any other situation but now's not the time). "You still can't reach it, and you're already wearing heels mon coeur."

At this point, Anne has both of his wrists on hold, inevitably pinning him in a spread out position on the wall. But what nags her to no end is that the mic is still out of reach since his right arm, the one holding the object, is fully extended, merely hanging over head at that.

She had two options to retrieve it back:

One, she can adjust her grip on him. Though doing so would cause him to most likely slip away.

Two, she could pin him down in a different position. Where, what and how exactly? She's does not know.

"I will only ask this nicely once Henry," her voice was thick with saccharine, "give it back to me. Please?"

"Hmm..."

He puts on a thoughtful look, until he leans in at her ear and whispers huskily.

"I'll think about it maybe," he pauses. "How about no, baby."

The audicity to use her own song.

Oh, he’s in for it now.

Percy leans back and sees that his girlfriend's currently flushed cheeks, which is usually colored with the dusted light pink blush from the make-up, is almost subpar to her red lipstick.

He should probably do that more often when they're alone.

He sees her trying to shake herself back into focus and lets a grin of satisfaction cross his face for that small victory. If anything gives him joy in both lifetimes, it's being able to make Anne Boleyn a blushing mess.

Anne continues to glare at him, though flustered she may be. "I swear to god Henry, give me the mic or I'll..." She trails off, not really sure on what she'll actually do to him.

"Or you'll what?" He gives her a raised brow.

"Ladies of the Six company, this is your beginners call."

The second queen's eyes grew wide at the announcement, panic already flooding through her. Unknowingly, she slackened her hold on her captive, which hasn't gone unnoticed by him.

Taking the chance, Percy managed to get himself free before making a break for it to the door, the golden microphone still within his grasp. He barely made it three steps to it until he was pinned down once more by none other than his girlfriend.

Who happens to lay on top of him. Panting heavily that is.

"Heh," he lets out a chuckle. "Well so much for that idea." He hands out to her the golden mic. With a smile, the beheaded queen was about to take the offending object back until she noticed a presence at the doorway.

Who happens to have an amused look on her face.

"You know," her lady-in-waiting began, "I can tell the others that you weren't feeling well if you're still busy."

Anne quickly scrambles for an explanation. "Mags, this isn't exactly what it looks like."

"You sure? You on top of him and him on the floor, doesn't exactly leave anything to imagination."

Oh if only I had my phone with me right now, this is blackmail worthy. She muses with a grin.

"She has a point on that." The second queen quickly shoots a glare to her boyfriend.

She gets off of him and dusts off the nonexistent dirt on her skirt. Mic in hand, she goes out of the dressing room and finally down to the stage. The stomping of her heels doesn’t go unnoticed to the two occupants left in the dressing room.

Percy and Maggie left lingering gazes at the door of where the queen had just left. "Please tell me you won't tell the others?" The Earl pleaded to the guitarist.

She thinks about it for a second. "Alright, I won't."

"Oh thank god-"

"On one condition."

Percy felt himself winced at that. "And that condition is...?"

"Just treat her right this time around or else you'll get to feel what its like to have a guitar on your head."

With that, the lady-in-waiting cheerily left the room with the semi-request and semi-threat still hanging in the air. Leaving behind an Earl gaping at it like a goldfish. 

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When Anne was asked on what took her so long to get down to the stage, her reply was simple.

"I couldn't find where my damn microphone was."

[redlover411]

This is my part of the art trade with @altairtalisman , they asked for a tattoo design for Jane Parker! I decided to make it a deer (the animal she’d be if she were one) and the constellation of Virgo (her zodiac sing)

I hope this is okay! And that you like it Alt!

[inquisitive-mess]

I’m taking a small break with Ann and want to expand on my drawing. So I decide to draw similar to what did with the Sixtended doodle few months ago, expect with their monster form. I don’t know how many or which ones I will do, but I wanted to start with these two first.

Tariaksuq!Jane by @altairtalisman

Phoenix!Mali by @pandora-dusk

Six Monster AU by @spooner7308

[podsn]

Hi there, how tall is Hans(Sixtened)?

Hmm idk I've never thought that deep into him 😅

Tho I'd say he is pretty pretty average. Like 5'11-6'0 to be specific. He ain't a giant but he ain't short ya know?